The worst part of this blogger site is the 'Next Blog>>' link. I clicked it and found 1 of 14 blogs to be interesting. Why is the magic number 14? Because that is the one that popped open teh Pronz! Thank you, Football blog super update whatever it was, for hooking me up with your link to "Free Porn, updated daily."
I was (and am currently) at work at the time, sooo I kind of had a heart attack. My mouse raced to the close window button but it was stowed behind the start bar on the side of my screen, what a disaster. Then pictures started to load up (praise the gods that our intarwebs move at a snail's pace here) because the large type across my screen "Free Porn" wasn't damning enough.
"Not today!", I shouted as I alt-F4'ed that lust filled page sending it to the nether-realms. I haven't had any IT guy saunter over to my desk to tell me my secrets are no longer safe. I guess there isn't any watchdog software, so I should be ok. Now that I think of it, the IT department here isn't 'top notch' so I guess I have nothing to worry about.
So Indrid (Oh, I will have to describe her later) has her daughter Melanie at work once in a while, and this last time I turned around and she was lookin' at me. Knowing this was a direct challenge to my staring contest abilities I gave her a nod and it began. No contest, so I won't go in to details.
*Stephen 1 Melanie 0*
She asked me though, "How come you are sad?"
I laughed, "I am not sad, little child, just really, really, extremely and amazingly bored ."
She smiled and grinned back, "No, you are sad."
Raising my eyebrows I pointed to her hand where she had a little electronic key chain, "What is sad is how you let your tomogotchi(sp?) starve and die when you left it here the other day." (Which she did)
I am not sure why she thought I looked sad. Maybe it was the dark circles under my tired eyes, or perhaps she was just bitter over her horrific staring contest defeat.
It doesn't really matter if I forever appear to be sad, though, because I rarely feel that way.
"On ne voit bien qu'avec le cœur, l'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux" (It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye).
I really like that book by the way.
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Perhaps Melanie is a "late bloomer" in games. You know, one of those who loses the first 2 games but you can't beat after that. You gotta watch out for those sort.
Good point, I will have to make sure never to challenge her again. (Especially if she is going to continue to judge my emotional wellbeing.
Who goes there, by the way?
After working here for 3 years; I had my first heart attack inducing pornographic pop-up just the other day.
Perhaps it was the mix of being bored to the limits and black around the eyes?
We have this in common. Although people think I'm angry, not tired. Then again, my face is a constant glare.
*powdered sugar*
I discovered the next blog link today too, and, lo and behold, about 5 blogs in, I found the blog of a bunch of anti-Mormon evangelicals who live in Texas, and the highlight of their year: the annual trip to Manti to rescue the Mormons from themselves.
It was pretty hilarious.
Most of the other blogs it gave me were in Swedish. No porn, except for the one that had pictures of Britney Spears. Does that count?
I don't think I've ever had anyone tell me, "I love how you look so cheerful all the time." It's more along the lines of: "why do you always look like you either died a week ago or wish that you had died a week ago?"
In other words: I understand. But don't those circles under your eyes add a sense of mystery? What do you do late at night that would result in such a mark?
The circles bring much mystery indeed. Not to mention why my eyes are reddish... since I am not sure about the cause of that.
As for the anti-Mormons, they sure did pick the worst place to go to save the mormons from themselves.
Those Manti pageant kids are like zealots, and would sooner strap bombs to themselves than deny the church's validity.
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