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The Wooster Collective has a YouTube channel apparently devoted to urban art and such. This video of escalator art is kinda cool. And I like it because it's called The Wooster Collective.

My name is Storyfan and I am an Apple whore. If there is a new Apple product on the market and I can even remotely afford it, then I buy it. If I can't afford it, I agonize over how I might afford it. I love Apple. I always have. I have never, ever had any other kind of computer in all the years I've been computing. My laptop is one of my dearest friends. The desktop is a focal point of my dining room. My iPod Touch goes with me everywhere. My little blue iMac, no longer in use, resides in stately splendor in my son's room because even after 11 years, it still works.

I love apps. If there was an app for Apple love, I'd have it. I love everything about Apple except for this: Steve Jobs gets an anti-sexting patent.

Please, Steve. Kids are even smarter than you are. They'll find a way around your anti-sexting software. Oh, wait. You and your Apple smarties think you're helping parents? Well, you're not. You're only encouraging parents to let technology do their parenting for them. This false sense of security will probably make you a lot of money, but who am I to stand in the way of free enterprise?

Here's all a parent has to do to stop his/her kid from sexting, and this works whether the kid has an iPhone or a Tracphone — take away the damned phone.

It's pretty simple. All you do is say, "hand it over." Yes, there will be a fuss. Yes, the kid will say his life is over. Yes, the kid will say she'll be the only one without a phone. Tragic, that. But this method, harsh though it is, is effective.

Parenting? Even Apple doesn't have an app for that.

Title: Poetry Slam
Fandom: Donald Strachey Mysteries
Rating and word count NC-17, about 3,100 words
Disclaimer: Donald and Timmy belong to Richard Stevenson
Summary: Donald’s a poet and he doesn’t know it.
A/N: This story is a gift for nyteflyer who has been doing beta work like a demon these past few weeks, including on this story. A sincere thank-you also goes to the_archandroid. I have some very important notes and attributions at the end of the story (I don’t want to spoil anything here!), and there’s one I’m especially happy to share, so please don’t forget to look!

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I thought I saw Justin Long in a Geico commercial but it turns out it wasn't him. Sorry, Persnickett.

Also, am geeked on David Rosenfelt's Andy Carpenter mysteries. Andy is my kind of smart ass.

*Crossposted from Dreamwidth*