Published on September 23, 2005 @ 11:42 am .
Do you ever have the urge to write something really funny, but you can’t think of anything to say, so you just fill your posts with weird analogies to Star Wars, create metaphors about bowell movements, similies about necrophilia, and use words like “ballsack”?
Do you ever have the urge to floor the accelerator and weave in and out through traffic as your car gets faster and faster just to see how fast you could possibly go, and for how long before you got caught?
Do you ever have the urge to throw something as hard as you can just to see how it will break, and the damage that it will do, even though it would be a huge hassle to replace that item?
Do you ever have the urge to strike up a conversation with a stranger and find out what’s going on with them?
Do you ever have the urge to drive to the airport and buy a plane ticket to wherever and then max out your credit cards?
Do you ever have the urge to buy people expensive presents when it’s not their birthday, or a holiday?
Do you ever have the urge to grab your significant other and just start making out with them in public because they’re damn hot and you don’t care what anyone thinks?
Do you ever have the urge to dig a hole just to see how deep you can get?
Because I do. Does that make me crazy?
Published on September 23, 2005 @ 9:27 am .
The woman who works at the front desk in our office (I guess you could call her an administrative assistant, but she’s really just a secretary (because women have no place in the workaday world (because they should be at home barefoot and pregnant and making me a sandwich (preferably smoked turkey on rye bread with spicy deli mustard and some fresh slices of tomato (which shouldn’t be kept in the refrigerator because it destroys the “flavor molecules” (that’s a scientific term (look it up))))))) just came up to me and said, “What’s Paypal?”
Having just received a SPAM/SCAM email about my “Paypal account” I told her that it was a scam, and that she could just delete the email.
“How do I delete it?”
“Just click on the email and then click the delete button.”
“Yeah, but how do I delete my Paypal account?”
“What?”
“I don’t want my Paypal account.”
“Do you have a Paypal account?”
“I guess I must have one if the email says I do.”
sigh…
So I spend the next 10 minutes explaining what Paypal is and what it does and SPAM and phishing.
“So I don’t have a Paypal account?”
“No. Just delete the email.”
“Should I tell the people that sent the email that I don’t have a Paypal account?”
sigh… It’s so cute when women try to use technology. You can almost see their cute little brains trying to figure it all out, but they can’t get a grasp on the whole thing because there’s no place to hold their make-up caddy.
