Sloppy's Journal: Oh, it's for SALE?

Filth leaks and seeps and turns up where you least expect it. Lady Macbeth couldn't get it off her hands, because it was in her head, figuratively. What do you do, when it's really in your head?

I read that someone wanted to sell a certain electronic device. I repeat: they wanted to sell it. I must emphasize this, because the seller emphasized it. They had to, lest casual readers get the wrong impression.

I'm being vague about the device, because there's just no need to be specific. You think you don't know what I'm talking about, but the filth has already penetrated your defenses, and you'll never wash it off.

I chose not to buy the device, because my first reaction was that I would have to tell 5 friends and they would have to tell 5 friends, and what are the chances that the 31 of us would all agree to the purchase?

See? Now you know what I'm talking about, even though I didn't tell you anything about what the device does.

I'll scrub and scrub, but I know that I will never be clean. I'll never be able to think about that company's product, without also thinking about spamming 5 friends.

"I have looked upon all that the universe has to hold of horror, and even the skies of spring and the flowers of summer must ever afterward be poison to me." -- H.P. Lovecraft, "The Call of Cthulhu"

Mind

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Which is why the mind is a terrible thing to waste. Or, as Dan Quayle had it, actually not without merit, what a waste to lose one's mind. Pollution -- it's more than you know and less than you think ... or maybe the less you think the more there is. Or something.