Question demanding the answer, WTF?
A determined spammer keeps asking me 'interested in safe floors?'
And since one of my current occupations is channelling a renowned author of Gothick novels and horrid tales, the image this evokes is of floors that suddenly open up beneath one's feet leading to an Oubliette of Doom, or possibly Hell.
In fact, it seems to be about becoming a distributor for some product that promises 'slip-resistant floor treatment' for the kind of public premises that have slippery floors.
WHUT.
Also, requires a set-up fee of $5000 to get into this promising business opportunity.
One is so tempted to put them in touch with relicts of dictators...
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In other news, and trying to look on the bright side (wot bright side there is no bright side):
The keynote talk thing that I have been sighing over has done that thing where it gives a little wiggle and suddenly looks a lot more close to DONE than I thought it was.
Also in being Some Kinda Academic, sent off the paper I gave in Montreal to the organising body's essay comp, as they had solicited attendees to do this.
In nature notes, today I saw a wee robin and some kind of tit (?) in my perambulations through local green spaces.
Also, have had the royalty statement for a particularly niche work of mine and it's still selling - the royalties are still pretty much tuppence-ha'penny once the non-sterling cheque has gone through the bank, but I never expected wealth beyond the dreams of avarice from it. This entry was originally posted at http://oursin.dreamwidth.org/2466225.html. Please comment there using OpenID. View
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