Hi There,

The Simes here at the Distect Web Center have been hearing about something the Tecton has been doing with some of their web sites. As many of you know, we are no great fans of theirs. But they do come up with a good idea occasionally.

It seems they have been doctoring some of their propaganda to get past the Church of Purity censor software, such as GodLove and PureSurf. This software seeks to protect innocent children by filtering out pages that contain certain key words. As a result, the Tecton has composed pages using euphemisms such as "energy" for selyn, and "medical emergency" in place of changeover.

Not bad, but we feel we can do better. And if they can recruit young Gens from O-T, why can’t we? Granted, the Gens in this outfit already outnumber us, and are more or less taking over the organization even as we watch. But there’s always room for a few more. Just to be on the safe side. It’s really best when they outnumber us, uh… Episcopalians? Hey, this is still in the development stage, we’re open to suggestions.

After talking it over, we’ve decided that a better code term for selyn would be "chocolate chip cookies". We know how Gens feel about those. Not quite the same, of course, but as close as we’re likely to get. One of our Episcopalians came up with this after observing a Gen friend who she swore was experiencing something very close to need panic over an unexpectedly depleted cookie supply. It seemed another Gen had gotten there first. Things could have gotten ugly.

Let’s try this out and see how it works. I’ll just open a document at random and start making some substitutions that would get it past PureSurf…

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But before Garvi could step away, Tenath held up one hand in a wordless request for him to wait. Garvi paused, but his casual sporting attire was cold and unencouraging as he asked, "Is there something else you require from me?"

"You know what I… require." Slowly, Tenath reached for the Zen Buddhist’s muscular arm, and stroked his cool skin enticingly with a pair of handling spaghetti. Garvi drew his breath in sharply, trying without success to hide his own desire to share a vegetarian luncheon with Tenath. He plucked at the spaghetti with his fingers, trying without much enthusiasm to free his wrist.

"That’s just not possible, Tenath." But Garvi’s sportswear told a different story….

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OK, you can see how this could work. I have to stop now. This is raising my you-know-what. Maybe I can work on it again in a few days, after I get my fuel tanks topped off, as it were… I’m scheduled to take delivery on a month’s supply of baked goods later this week.

Fortunately, I won’t have to resort to the services of a… dental hygienist, this month. I have reached an understanding with a very nice shoe salesman (that’s not supposed to be a synonym for a chocolate-chip-cookie-producing person, it just happens to be what he does for a living). He has the most incredible hairstyle that I have ever photographed, all full of warmth and life and promise…

I really will have to stop this for now. This is bad, I am dripping kiwi-flavored Kool-Aid into my keyboard. I don’t want to have to replace the shillelagh-doomed thing again. I seem to go through about a dozen of them a year, and it adds up. Maybe I can get back to this after I replenish my supply of footwear.