Who doesn’t love a good 404 message?

Had a bit too much to drink, and now you’re a bit peckish? Don’t leave that burner on too long. I’ll have to ask my fireman co-workers if this ever happens in the states; it seems so unlikely, since we Americans don’t cook.

Instead of forwarding that joke to all your friends, do as The Collective does: post it on your blog.
The disadvantage of this is that you can check your blog’s server logs and find out that almost nobody is reading your brilliant content. The advantage is that your friends might start actually reading the mail you send them.
FP does thank our loyal readership; we’d still be doing it just for us, but we’re happy that a few other people out there find it worth their time to stop by once in a while.

"Now, thanks to The Icelandic Phallological Museum, it is finally possible for individuals to undertake serious study into the field of phallology in an organized, scientific fashion."
Finally an end to my chaotic, unscientific phallological studies. Well, no; it will take more than a museum to end those.

On 23 October 2002, Sarah found "A list of online books that are out of copyright- but not in the US or EU. Remember, while you could download these books, it would be wrong."

Sarah found this collection of propaganda posters on 12 September 2002. I can’t remember if the link to cafépress was there before or not.

Sarah, 27 August 2002: "Lesbian paperback artwork from the 50s and 60s. Which is to say, not artwork for or by lesbians, if you know what I mean, and I think you do."

Sarah again, 29 August 2002: "Online Canadian food retailer. As in, they sell only Canadian food. Yes, they have all-dressed chips! Can someone please fund my all futuristic food online store?"

Who could fail to love old packages?

Unlike sex itself, when writing about sex is bad, it’s very bad indeed.