Island in the Sun

Laura is gone. Trashed, deleted, disappeared. Hopefully we will never see her again. I'm sure though, that there are other zip files out there containing similar content. A zip file named Mr. Oizo or Titanic that some unsuspecting downloader out there will open and find "lucy" or "sara" or "kate". Do pedophiles out there KNOW which zip files have the goods they want? Is there some kind of secret directory where they can be like, "Ohhhhhh... search for Season 4 of Rosie and get 500 pics of sweet little Angela..."?

I'm suspicious of people who say they get uninvited porn spam. I've had Internet access (and e-mail addresses) since I was 12 and I have never received a single piece of pornographic spam. I get them at work, but never in my private inboxes. I know that the chances of someone getting uninvited porn spam is pretty slim unless you're the kind of person who would sign up for fake contests and shit online or if you visit porn sites. And so when I see little church ladies in Kansas getting all outraged about their two year old seeing porn spam on their computers, well, that's their own fault for not protecting their e-mail addresses. Besides, what kind of two year old is checking e-mail anyway? (I didn't make up the 2 year old bit either, I really did get a spam complaint about that.)

That's why I never believed that there are any real unsuspecting victims out there. And maybe I'm just de-sensitized to porn, but e-mails about discount Viagra and penis enlargers are as easy to ignore (and just as annoying) as e-mails about investment banking and mortgage rates. Usually the porn doesn't pop up until you click the links in your e-mail, right? I'm not sure, I never open that shit. But my point is, I never believed in unsuspecting spam victims, but after finding "laura" in my Mr. Oizo zip file, I can understand why people get so upset. Ryan and I had a long rant about it last night in the kitchen, and I guess there are people out there who really are innocent victims of Internet porn.

There are advertisements downtown now for girls 18+ at "adult" massage parlors. The incentive: DAILY CASH! And this was seen on the side of one of our giant OMG garbage cans in billboard form. Since when did the city start encouraging adult massages? I'm not opposing the advertisements, after all, a girl's got to make a buck somehow... so I guess I'm really griping about how tacky it is. Why does the adult entertainment business have to be so damn tacky?

Anyway, enough about porno and all that shite. I've got a long weekend coming up and tomorrow is my last day of work! Which means I start school again on Monday, and I don't know how I feel about that. A really good friend of mine from school has decided not to go back (and in fact got a job at Saatchi & Saatchi) so class will become substantially less fun. I just want to get it all over with so I can have the certificate and start looking for a Real Job. I don't know what I want to do yet.

Tonight, Ryan and I are going to see Dolly Parton at the amphitheatre. I only recently started getting into Dolly after watching a bio on her on TV. I know that's cheesey, but her life has been an amazing journey, and I think it would be a shame to miss a legend like her.

Tomorrow, Ryan leaves for Regina and won't be back til Monday. I'm sad, but I know I'll have a good time by myself. I plan on going to The Island on Saturday (weather permitting) with a nice fat joint and my books and maybe a sketch pad. I wish I had an iPod! But I think the water, the sun, the trees and the distant gaggle of tourists will be music enough to my ears.