(Yes, it's that time of year. Remind me to keep up the tradition and post some links about how (1) being "in love" is biologically indistinguishable from (a) shooting up heroin, or (b) obsessive-compulsive disorder, (2) the sexual marketplace is not the positive, life-affirming thing it's represented as but rather a brutal, atavistic and ugly form of capitalism-red-in-tooth-and-claw, and (3) it's all a con to take your money and prop up florists, trinket-manufacturing sweatshops and the DeBeers diamond monopoly, and so on.)
Hey, don't knock The Smiths. Morrissey was/is the Oscar Wilde of his time.
Shit, when is it again?
while I was typing in random URLs ... http://www.infidel.org ... I found this interesting essay on St V_l_nt_n_'s Day.
February is named after wet strips of animal skin? Don't tell PETA
http://www.secweb.org/asset.asp?AssetID=260
Friends, don't let friends listen to Smiths records.