"Mmmm...?" was the first response Amy gave to Sasha, feeling her gaze upon her back. "Oh...blog...? Right, you...do that thing...with the blog...Yeah, sure, just..."<br/><br/>Angelo came in at an entertaining moment, switching from relaxed to protective in mere seconds when he picked up on what she was doing. She simply looked over her shoulder with a tiny smirk as she answered. "Calm down, do you really think I'm going to go spreading your theories and...porn preferences all over the place? Really, I'd look like an idiot. Oh, but I'm<em>absolutely positive</em>that 'Wizard's Rod: The Dickening' is a popular conversation topic nowadays.  Then again, who could<em>possibly</em>resist 'Demon's Hole 5: Forget the Lube?  Oh, or how about '10 Girls, 1...' "<br/><br/>She stopped speaking for a few moments, staring at the screen in disbelief.  She couldn't describe the terrible thing that was on the cover preview for that particular title, but it was enough to get her to cover her mouth.  Whatever it was, it was<em>far</em>into the kinky spectrum.  Sasha could see it over her shoulder as well, and suffice to say, she could hear Amy mutter in disgust, "I didn't think anyone would ever try to put so many of...those in that place...at once..."  That, of course, was followed by a very audible<em>gulp!</em><br/><br/>"Anyway, disturbing images aside...I already finished, so stop freaking out.  By the way, I made a little improvement to your computer, so it'll make it easier for me to send information to you. Watch this, if you would." She called Angelo over to his computer, clicked a few icons and buttons on her computer, and waited for a second.  Almost immediately, Angelo would see a large icon pop up on his desktop, showing a 'super-deformed' style Amy shoving an envelope towards the screen.  If he opened it, he'd see that it was a summary of the day's events, as well as a simple contact list she compiled from what was mentioned before they left for Angelo's house.<br/><br/>"I've got an easy link to your computer now, so I figured it'd make more sense to do it like this.  This doesn't work through emails, though.  It's just a neat little program, sort of like...sort of like texting a friend, but more private, so we can afford to send messages regarding odd happenings without worry.  Any time I send you something, that'll pop up, and don't even<em>think</em>of trying to uninstall it. Trust me, it'll damage your computer more than you think."