Anyway, we're back from FetishCon, which was huge fun--much, much, much better than either of us had anticipated (and Shelly got suspended!). I'll be posting some decidedly not work-safe pics later.
Since the convention hotel was about ten minutes from home, we didn't get a room, but drove back and forth to the con. We weren't counting, of course, on getting clobbered by the latest hurricane, so by the end of the weekend, things were getting a bit tricky...we were, quite literally, dodging debris in the road (including fallen traffic lights, road signs, trees, and the like) each way. We didn't suffer any real damage, and didn't even lose power, thought the hotel did. My office got a bit flooded, too.
Good news: Logged on to one of the net-admin newsgroups I read this morning (where I had posted this saga of a spammer named Art Schwartz and my dealings with his Web hosting firm), and discovered that the resulting backlash against Hopone Internet was great enough, and enough people chose to blacklist Hopone as a result, that Hopone threw in the towel and terminated Art and his Web site permanently. Y'know, I wonder if he realizes I would never have made such a big stink of it if he hadn't started emailing me death threats.
And just for fun:
The 999 forms of Nyarlathotep are a point of meditation for the true initiate. It is through these manifold faces that the secrets of the universe are made known. Called "The Crawling Chaos", Nyarlathotep is the disembodied ego of Azathoth and thus the universal "I" of known reality. Some of the many documented forms are; Father of Knives, Nephren-Ka, the Black Man, the Beast of the Lashing Tongue to name a few.
|Which Great Old One are you?|