Sexy Brits and Assorted Sexy Europeans

Days Walking - 34

We should reach civilization in four or five days, depending on weather conditions, meteor impacts, crazed doohicky outbursts, flaming undergarments, etc. We’ll have a chance to get a lot accomplished, aside from the R&R stuff. Looking forward to that.

It’s time for you guys to let me know if you want a postcard! I know that a lot of folks feel icky giving out their addresses online. I know because I’m one of you. I appreciate my privacy (outside of blogging, of course) as much as the next girl.

So if you have an address you’re comfortable giving out, like a work address, or a post office box, or whatever - send it to me in an email, (don’t post it in a comment for the world to see) and when we get to town I’ll send you a postcard. I promise not to sell your names to a mailing list company.

Now, I don’t think more than a handful of folks read this blog, so we should be cool. But if I get 500 address emails, I’m sorry but only like 5-10 of you are going to get postcards. I’m not made of the mad cash. If you read every day but never speak up, I gotta admit, the loyal daily commenters will be getting cards before you!

If you desperately want a postcard but are too paranoid to give out your address, email and say so and I’ll get you an e-card. Least I can do for all the laughs and good advice you guys give me!

The Prisoner - oh heck yeah. Great, bizarre show. It always annoyed me though - at some level, to watch the show. There were always so many escape tricks that were so obvious that the imprisoned people never tried!

If a big anti-escape balloon ever came after me, I’d take my pointy stick and jab it. Like in The Simpsons episode where they lampoon The Prisoner. POP! That’s what I’m talking about, Homer don’t play that.

Plus, if I woke up on a comfy island with a bunch of Sexy Brits and Assorted Sexy Europeans, (I have a big weakness for exotic accents) I would enjoy life, get my groove on. At least for a month or two. Let them probe me, who cares. Let them watch my every move -

“…She likes olives on her pizza - did you get that, Mr. York?”

“Got it, Sir.”

“Capital. Oh, and it appears she likes green peppers on her pizza as well, but only for their remnant flavor - she removes them before eating the pizza.”

“Noted, Sir.”

Under such scrutiny, I’d have to stop all grooming and shaving and allow myself to become as unappealing as possible, and perform every Bad Naked maneuver I could. Bwa ha ha.

Poor spying dudes.

Litany Webb, signing off

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