Fucktard of the Week

There wasn't even any convo. I got a message from him when I was asleep:

arizonaexecutive (9/30/2004 10:09:50 AM): hello

Went to check his profile and almost threw up my banana. http://profiles.yahoo.com/arizonaexecutive For those of you without yahoo...well...I can't post the pic cause it's a BIT x-rated. Ok, I have 8 minutes to shower and get out of here for my physical therapy.

I Hate Ktreva!!

She kept mentioning some thing about dancing lions and Kenya pissing on Norway...NO clue what was going on (I honestly thought it was either drugs or a mass hallucination since her husband was in on it - they both danced around and sang). Well, it was drugs...Please check out this little bit of internet crack. * http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/29/ *Check at your own risk, if you wind up losing your job or you family don't come after my fat black ass.

*sigh*

Job interview was a complete bust. I had specifically asked what I would be tested on, and they said pseudocode. Ok, fine...that was bad enough. But, I get in there and they wanted me to test on SQL too. Not NECESSARILY a big deal except I was completely unprepared and froze up in fear. It didn't help that they wanted me to do it in some program I had never seen/heard of before. In the first interview I had SPECIFICALLY stated I had worked predominantly in Access, and the work I had done in Oracle mostly consisted of doing queries, updates, deletes...you know..minor stuff. I had no idea how to open the table with a typed command (which was the very first step after OPENING the program). I don't think the pseudocode went too well either. The scenario was setting up a toll booth to collect coins. If the amount was 75 cents or more the red light turned green and the gate went up. I'm not sure if I was supposed to initialize the values to preset coin denominations. It wasn't shown in any of the samples, but after I left I felt like a fool for not even asking. The rest of it was fine. I set the coin counter to 0 and set the gate and light to booleans. But, it also occured to me a few minutes ago that I should have set it up with a time delay and a loop. Damnit...I'm worthless. I give up...I'm going to be an office peon. I screw up all of my tech interviews by being unprepared or over-eager.

Eternal Damnation III

If you haven't read the previous click here. Days later, emeciated and weak, the man was led again to the darkly mysterious woman's lair. A long journey it seemed. "I hear you are not…cooperating," She said casually over a blindingly white porcelain cup. As She placed the cup upon the table, Her long black nails clicked against it with a sound of finality. The man looked at nothing but the floor, not speaking. The woman rolled Her eyes. Rising, in one fluid motion She strode across the room and cupped the man's chin in the palm of one hand digging Her nails into his sallow, filthy flesh. As their eyes locked, the woman said, "Do you know my name?" "No," the man croaked through a suddenly dry throat. He was absorbed by Her. She was all that he was aware of - pink tongue flashing across ruby red lips. Her face took on a predatory glow, "You may call me 'Mistress'." The man cleared his throat, eyes till locked to Hers, "Yes," he paused, swallowing hard. Moments later he whispered, "Mistress". "Good, very good," She chuckled. Letting Her hand fall to Her side, She turned and slowly walked to the couch. Languidly lounging on the rich, plush cushions She merely stared at the man in complete silence for what seemed like an eternity. "You know," She finally said in a rather pleasant, conversational manner, "I think I rather like you. Yes, I want you to be one of my personal servants. Of course you'll have to be broken". Raising one slender finger to Her cheek and tapping it rhythmically, She added, "But that probably won't take very long" and smiled in a most repugnantly evil fashion. Turning Her head so that She could look through the window, She gave a signal and the man was taken back to his cell.

Rendevous and Stuff

This weekend was great. Had fun and all that, except for people in our group crapping out by 10:00 - 10:30 on Saturday...I swear, everyone was sick or sleepy by then. While at the event this weekend I was most kindly reminded of the fact that the packets for Trail of History had to be in by 10/01. Well, being the procrastinator that I am, I obviously have not sent mine in yet and was scrambling around the house looking for it. At 11:00pm I go and check over by my old computer - a place I only go to to dig through my pile of old mail maybe once a week - and I saw a note by my monitor. I figured it was just a scrap someone had left there, but no, apparently, I got called back for a second interview at the place I went to last week (programming in SQL and...visual basic I believe). Anyway, I went to confirm that this was indeed for me, because I couldn't remember if the name on the sheet was similar to one of the two places I had been last week. It was. Ok, here are my main questions:

1. If someone gets a call about a job interview call-back and you took the message, would you put it in some obscure place that they never go to if you REALLY WANT THEM OUT OF YOUR F'ING HOUSE???? and
2. Are you allowed to yell at people who do dumbass things like that?

I should be happy I got a callback..though I am not quite sure how they got my home number since I could have sworn I put my cell phone as my contact number on my resumes. I have heard a lot about my grandmother being rude about answering the phone as well as either not receiving messages or receiving messages that are so screwed up I can't figure out who/what to call back on a much too regular basis. Ex: John Smith at 123-456-7890 called, but I get "James West at 132-456-7899"; OR they don't get either the name of the company or the phone number at ALL. It's all good. Soon...SOOOON, I shall have a decent paying job and can get the hell out of dodge and find something else to bitch about. Anywho, I will post another installment of the story either tomorrow or Tuesday unless something horrible happens (ohhh alliteration).

You know, I was thinking about that job I am supposed to go interview for again. I am completely mortified. I know it's a fairly entry-level position and they aren't expecting some professional programmer with 10+ years of experience in there, but I am definately NOT secure in my abilities because of the length of time it has been since my last position. This would be a great job for me by way of not having to deal with people; but all in all, I would prefer the other job I interviewed for. It definately has a more creative outlet and isn't straight programming all day long. I guess the fact that one of the men I interviewed with was like "a lot of people don't last a week here." I understood why, and I don't have the same attitude as those people...but you also have to wonder about the work environment. You had to have a helluva lot of people quit to make a statement like that to a potential candidate for an open position! And that seems like a big red flag for me. Maybe I'm just being pessimistic again, I don't know. Oh, sidenote: I was reminded that some questions are better left unanswered...or at the very least, the answers should be remembered for safety reasons - "Hey, why do I have an almost completely full container of sugar-free jelly in here? That stuff was tasty the last time I had it...PB&J here I come." Now it's 7 hours later, my ass sounds like a tuba performing "Flight of the Bumblebee"*, and I keep taking 15 minute detours to catch up on my "light reading". *mumbles to self 'If I don't take another part of the paper in there next time, I'm going to have the real estate section memorized'* And on that note....I have to return...maybe if I go to sleep I won't notice it so much? *5th up from the bottom. (Direct links sending me to some weird page with nothing on it.)

Fucktard of the Week

Wow, I was getting a bit concerned I wouldn't get one for you. This one JUST came in. Hot off the presses! What the hell is it with french-speaking dumbasses lately?

jmneo_jm: hi Me: bonjour, je ne parles français bien Me: ne parles pas jmneo_jm: no is good jmneo_jm: you is very beautiful jmneo_jm: and exciting Me: ummm, thanks jmneo_jm: you wants my sexy pics or my cam? Me: uhhh, no jmneo_jm: lesbian? (ROFL emoticon) Me: why would I want naked pics of some strange guy? Me: I don't know you jmneo_jm: bye lesbian jmneo_jm: you is not funny Me: neither are you....pervert jmneo_jm: (ROFL emoticon) jmneo_jm: fuck you biatch jmneo_jm: you and you mother Me: vous êtes un imbecile Me: *yawn*

'Twas a bit lame on my end because I was also in the midst of trying to beg, borrow, or steal some cooking equipment from Contagion for this weekend....shit..almost said he was a nice guy...but he'd kill me because I let his secret out. Wheh! That was a close one... Ok, I REALLY have to go, I ate half of the scottish shortbread dough and am feeling a bit queasy. *hork*

Site of Interest

I was informed that Guinness had a new beer out, and was unable to find any information under the name I had been given. So I decided to just check around at various sites and came across the one below. It reminds me of my friends, and I figured they would get a huge kick out of it, being the beer guzzling drunkards that they are. http://www.briansbelly.com Enjoy!

Eternal Damnation, II

Went on a "date" with a guy yesterday. It was amazingly refreshing to hang out with someone who wasn't a perverted little skeez trying to ply you full of liquor for kinky midget sex. He was cute and the convo was decent....pretty eyes, mmmmm...Oh...yeah the next installment of the story. In case you missed the first, click HERE. Enjoy: "They call Her “Mistress”, like they're saying 'Queen' or somethin’." "She is their ruler. But, I sure as hell don't get why She should traipse over here to our country and imprison US." "Because She can," spoke a third voice from the dark. "Some people need no more reason that that." The voices paused. After a few minutes the first speaker resumed, "I wonder where She's from?" "Across the ocean I figure. Don't know of anyone on this continent with an accent like that." You could almost hear him thinking before he continued in a pondering voice, "Funny though, the people She's brought over, none of them talk the same way." He paused again briefly, "It's almost as if She managed to pick them up along the way one-by-one." The man sat in his cell and shuddered. If they only knew, he thought. Drawing his knees to his chest, the man gazed into a pitch-black corner and began to wait. The man awoke to a foul smell. It was his breakfast - or was it his dinner, perhaps? It did not matter, time was irrelevant here, and he was definitely not going to eat that slop anyway. He knew there was nothing for him to do but wait. He had to think of something to occupy himself in the meantime. Anything at all, because he just needed something to draw his mind away from this dank, dark place. Perhaps, if he thought of his wife - That always seemed to make him happy. Abbey was a beautiful woman. From the first moment he saw her until the last, his heart fluttered in remembrance of the fact. Tall, red-haired, green-eyed, impish grin, and a wit so sharp it could slice cleanly through a diamond. She was smart and beautiful, intriguing and enlightened. Abbey broadened his mind and elevated his spirits. A happy sigh escaped him, the only sound in the cell besides that of the rats scurrying to devour his meal. The man's right hand involuntarily went to his left, attempting to rub the ring that should have been there, instead he rubbed only flesh - dirty flesh that would never again be able to hold or caress his beloved. His happy sigh turned into a sad one; with that hiss of air came the disappearance of hope. The man knew he had nothing to live for, not even memories.

What a Wonderful Day

Today has completely sucked ass, and it's only 4:40. I still have a few hours left...wonder what's going to go wrong in the meantime, lol. Had a job interview this morning that was SUPPOSED to be at 9am...well, around 8:45, after sitting in damned near stand-still traffic and not being anywhere NEAR the place I was to be interviewing at, I had to give the guy a call and say I was going to be a bit late. He was ok with it....then I got lost. After driving on the highway that leads to INDIANA I finally found a road to turn off onto and stopped at a gas station. The gentleman informed me that I was about 2 towns away from where I needed to be, and it would take me at least half an hour to get there (it was now 9:30). So I called up the nice gentleman at the company and said that I would not be able to make it until around 10am, that I understood if this was not acceptible, and that I was embarrased by my obvious inability to read. He told me that he had someone coming in at 10:00, but that if I could hold out he could schedule me in for 11. Sooooo, I got lost several times on my way to the facility in the meantime, and stopped off at the Starbucks he suggested I wait at. At 10:45 I went and had the interview. He was VERY nice and AMAZINGLY understanding. Even going so far as to tell me that he can't remember how many times he has gotten lost and been late to meetings with clients, and that it happens to the best of us. Got back into town and everything is great, EXCEPT..."shit...I have physical therapy in 15 minutes". Soooo, I schlep off to my physical therapy appointment, sans my pool attire and big fluffy towel. Had to explain the situation which left me feeling stupid because I forgot my stuff last week (though it worked out because I cancelled on Tuesday and Thursday the water in the pool was murky so I couldn't get in anyway). I'm done with physical therapy around 1:45 - YAY, she didn't make me do the treadmill or anything (all this driving made my back and knee into great barrels of happy-fun-time pain) - and remember that I have to see the doctor today, and can't do that until after 3. SOOOooo, I come home, sit for 45 minutes, and have to go back out to that infernal place. So all of the wonderful sunshiny mellow non-hurting feelings I had from the physical therapy (which consisted of being hooked up to the T.E.N's unit thing,and getting a massage from the physical therapist - remind me to get her a Thank You card and a dozen roses at the end of this) were completely undone by changing clothes, driving back out there and sitting in those gawdawful chairs for 35-45 minutes...all for a 5 minute one-on-one with the doctor. Sidenote: I have recently come to realize I am a horrible flirt. I flirted with the male nurse, and with the doctor...I'm pretty sure I was flirting with the two women in physical therapy. How the hell have I been blind to this for so many years? I still can't figure out when someone is flirting with me unless it's accompanied with a blinking neon sign that reads "He's flirting with you, dumbass". Anywho....NOW I am about to venture off to get corseted by a friend, and then I have to do a shitload of sewing for this weekend. All on 3 hours of broken sleep. I don't think I'd care so much if I had adequate sleep and didn't feel like someone had shoved a red-hot metal rod down the right side of my spine....All I can say is nobody better fuck with me. Cause they are goin' DOWN.

*Grumble, Grumble*

Damn you people and your infernal food comments. Sally's got me craving Irish soda bread with a PASSION. Due to That1Guy I would kill a man for a good german brew. Graumagus has me hankering for apple cider donuts. FoodTV has be craving pies (stupid pie weekend). And for reasons completely unbeknownst to me I feel the neeeeed for scottish shortbread and cornish pasties. I've been trying to cut down on what I eat...today was a complete failure. I had fruit and toast for breakfast - ok, off to a good start. A few hours later I went to a friends house and promptly ate a crapload of parmesian/garlic(??) Cheezits, a pizza puff, some french fries, and a hunk of feta from my salad (leaving my gyro and the remaining salad for two more meals). Got home and gorged on a banana 2 hours later. My goodness, I'm a little piggie. To top this off, I feel that I am going on a baking spree over the next few days so that I can take the goodies with me to Belvidere. Because Lord knows that if I am going to bake a bunch of crap, I do NOT need it sitting around my house tempting me. Better to bring it out to hungry people who will eat dirt if presented to them on a wooden plate. Hmmm, on second thought, I might have to hide a loaf of the soda bread and some pasties and some shortbread...and...and....*stomach grumbling*....OK, I better go to bed before I raid the fridge again. Tomorrow will be busy. I have to start making a new bodice (for our rendezvous in Belvidere this weekend), fix my old chemise, bake some crap, and get started on knitting a shawl. The shawl will be the easiest thing. It will probably take me 2 hours (YAY KNITTING MACHINE). Ok, none of you care...Well, fuck off! Can you tell I ran out of smokey treats today? Getting belligerent and acerbic. (A friend called me that today. I have NO idea where she got that from. I'm sweet as pie. *drips...and you hear a sizzle*)

OOGIES

Well, a few minutes ago I was going through a bag filled with old paperwork. It was mostly crap from 2002 that I had decided was long in need of being trashed. Well, in the midst of going through my cleanup, I thought I heard something weird coming from the bag. Well...I took a peak inside, and came across my little friend. I was a bit taken aback for a second and had to close the bag and look back inside to make sure I wasn't on the paranoid side. Nope, little sucker was still there....damnit. Sooooo, after looking around for an implement of torture...errr...something to pick the snake up with - garter snake or not I'm not picking it up bare-handed - I realized I had nothing at all besides some clothes I was going to donate to Goodwill this week. Fuck...only thing I could think of doing was removing all of the papers and keeping the snake in the bag, which I would then dump outside. Unfortunately, I think he was a smart lil fucker and realized he had been caught, so he tried slithering his way up the bag. I looked down and there was his little head about 3/4" from my hand. I'm not a huge pussy but...errr....I dropped the bag. After about 5 minutes of handy Swiffer action (those things are good for clearing snakes from your house too, let me tell you) I got him the hell out of my house. I think I squished him a bit though. Garter snakes stink and I'm not altogether sure if that pungent aroma comes from them as a deterrant to predators, or after you squish em a bit too hard....But you try getting a snake out of you damned house armed with a Swiffer and tell me how you pinned the little bastard down oh so gently so as not to crush it in about 15 different places. I'm not one for killing creatures (besides bugs and people), but I'm starting to think I should just kill the snakes. I feel so bad for inflicting the big cruel world upon their broken bodies. The breaking is something I seem to be particularly good at no matter how gentle I try to be. All they want to do is hide away in a nice warm, dark spot. But, I squish them and make them fly...Hmmmm, maybe I'm doing them a favor. Yeah, I'll keep telling myself that the next time I crush and toss a snake outside. I'm sure I'll get plenty of opportunities. Yet another I look forward to moving into my own place: apartment in the suburbs of large cities rarely have snakes.

Eternal Damnation

Well, here is the first installment. This is not one of the stories to be completed in a month. It sort of gets completed whenever the hell I bother completing it. I will try to do updates once a week at the very least. But, in the meantime I will post tidbits of what I already have written every day or every other day (Mon-Fri) of this week. Then I will start posting by chapter. Hopefully, things won't get horribly muddled. I never finish anything, so I might get confused. Besides, I'm sort of anal about things and go over them again and again so I hope that I don't produce a less than quality product by not going about my usual process. If you like the tidbits/installment segments, tell me. Likewise if you don't like them. Just let me know, and if I get a majority vote saying they suck I will stop posting them. I'm cool either way, my dreams of being published are long gone, LOL. "I am not immortal, merely long-lived." "An issue of semantics - what is the true difference?" the man asked with exasperation. "Very little; but there is no way your kind can harm me." She smiled at the man as if he were a child, condescendingly. "So there is no hope for mankind." He said this not as a question, more as a statement of fact. "None…" Her eyes shifted to the window, "None but to serve," She said under Her breath in a near hiss. Never removing Her gaze from the snow-laden field, She raised a slender hand and signaled the guardsman that stood stiffly at the door, arms crossed in front of his chest. He silently strode over and grasped the man roughly, withdrawing him from Her quarters. The man went without a single thought of disobedience. There was no point to rebellion. Thus was the way things were; thus was the way things were to be. Upon leaving the room, the guardsman handed the man a piece of black cloth. The man knew the routine. Mechanically, he placed it; methodically, he tied it and positioned his hands, wrists crossed, behind his back. The guardsman bound them with rope and checked the blindfold. Once satisfied, he snapped a leash to the man's collar and they set out down the hallway.

Itching to write

I used to do a lot of creative writing. I have tons of short stories and novels that I had begun but never quite got around to finishing - even recently started a screenplay with a friend of mine...Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to have the time to work on it with me, so it's been tossed to the wayside. I am considering doing an installment series on Rivers of Blood, but wanted to get the feedback of my faithful readers first. No point in forcing my stories down your throats if you are a) not going to read it b) not going to appreciate it and c) leave. If you are remotely interested, give me a shout. I will post some general info about some of the things I am going to try to finish up. That way I can get feedback on them if they completely suck ass; or if you think it's going in a completely horrid direction...Well, you can also tell me if the writing itself is completely horrible and I should give up on even attempting to bother with finishing these previous works. Another idea I was considering is to have you post topics for a short story and having a vote on the theme you would most like to see. Then having it completed in 4 weeks or less. So there would be a new story each month. My problem right now is that I want to write - I find it to be a great creative outlet, but I just can't really come up with anything. Another sad thing is that a lot of the novels/short stories I had started back in high school seem sort of like rip-offs of other authors I came across long after they were even begun. That makes it hard to bother with completing your original idea...when you figure most people will consider it you trying to "be like Mike", even when you started before "Mike" became a household word; or before you were introduced to "Mike". One of them, which I seem to have lost, I had an offer for publication on. But, at the time I was pissed at how it was submitted to the publisher (without my consent) so I never worked on it again. Well, let me know either way. If I get no responses, I will figure that I shan't bother. If I do, I'll actually have to attempt to do more frequent updates and find the time to write. (That last bit was a joke...I wake up at 2pm, and alternate my time between playing online, playing my keyboard, physical therapy, and watching tv....OHhhhhh..I'm a busy lil beaver, aren't I?)

EEEEP!!!!!!!!!!!

We have snakes again. I don't MIND snakes, I just prefer not to find them slithering around in our living room or basement. It's especially annoying because they are wily little fuckers. I'm trying to tell myself that it was just in my head, otherwise I'm going to start seeing snakes everywhere. That's one of the bad things about living fairly near the "country" (which is becoming less and less "country" with each passing year due to industrialization and the expansion of our fair city). In the winter we get mice who decide camping out in our nice warm basement is preferable to hiding out in lil mouse hidy holes in the frigid outdoors. In the spring we get a maelstrom of bugs swooping in like a typhoon, in summer/early fall...we get snakes. For joy....I'm going to be wandering around the house with a pair of tongs in case I come across our newest visitor/uninvited guest. Hopefully, I won't get as rambunctious with this one as I did with the other earlier this year...He sorta got squished a bit before I tossed him outside. I remember when I was a kid and found a snake outside whose tail was crushed. I took him into our house and kept him in the bed with me figuring the waterbed would give him some warmth. The next morning I stuck him in my underwear drawer before I went to take a shower. After the shower, I came back and my little friend had "run" off....About 5 hours later I saw the dog munching on the remains of my little buddy. Well...at least he was likely very comfortable and snuggly warm before his ultimate demise brought about by a golden retriever with a penchant for hunting little creatures that ran in terror. Damn...I miss that dog. She was the sweetest thing. Died of cancer a few years back. Well, I suppose the great snake hunt off is to begin anew. Unfortunately, the basement has a plethora of places that thing could be hiding at...one of which is my second room..Most of which is storage, but I go down there several times a day. Maybe..just MAYBE, if I ignore it, it will go away...or at the very least, never be seen by me again.

Keyword Search

Errrr....this one is from metacrawler: workman's comp joke blowjob Ok, this is getting bad...Another one from google for...you guessed it: gimps gone wild free That's just WRONG....lol And "hello" to my reader from the UK who comes for frequent visits, despite my lack of updates. Can you PLEASE send me crumpets??? I can't find my crumpet ring. Though I could use a tuna fish can..that's just so gauche.

The Horror, THE HORROR!

Well, here is a pic of me that was taken about 2-4 months ago. It's not all that great because I had just gotten out of the shower, I'm not wearing any makeup, and my hair had that crazy "freshly washed and still dripping" look. Argh, I am not particularly photogenic or attractive, so I apologize for any heavily induced vomiting, but trust me in this: I spared you by not giving the full-body shot. Though, if I just put a pic of my rather voluminous breasts up, I'm sure the guys (that are not my friends) would be happy....for hours upon end. *chortle*

Me, looking like a slightly impish, psychopathic, crackhead.

Chocolate Covered Schwetty Balls

I was watching Oprah last week or two weeks ago....ok...IN MY DEFENSE: I sat down and it was the channel the tv was on. My back was hurting and I wasn't about to get up and look for the remote; and since I haven't quite mastered using the force, I was basically stuck watching it for 15 minutes until I was "recovered" enough to get up and find the remote - talk about a run-on sentence. It was some show about things women/people can do to add years to their lives or some crap. Well, a few of the things I gleaned were:

1. Take an aspirin a day
2. Eat an ounce of chocolate a day
3. Eat a handful of nuts a day

OK. I could care less about the aspirin, but the last two reminded me that I had about 3 bags of GOOD chocolate and some macadamia nuts that I had been intending to put together into that scrumptious marvel of human ingenuity called chocolate covered macadamia nuts. SoooOOOOo, I melted the chocolate and about midway through the last 30 second nuking before the final stirring, my back started twinging. So instead of lovingly dipping each nut, I just dumped em all into the chocolate, stirred,and deposited the mixture onto a piece of parchment paper in one large, ungraceful bunch. As I was tamping the contents down into a semi-flat shape and moving the nuts about for even distribution I realized...FUCK..I had wanted to make white chocolate macadamia nut cookies with these. Oh well...At least, as I sit there, gorging on beautiful, broken off chunks of pure heaven....I know that it's "healthy" according to Oprah at least.....except for that little thing about intentionally forgetting what the proper serving size was supposed to be...errrr....I think I doubled it...but who the hell can only eat an OUNCE of chocolate and/or chocolate covered nuts?!?!? Sadistic bastards.

Fucktard of the Week

Well, I have the newest fucktard of the week. Ok, I am taking a risk that by posting this, you will all realize how I have basically forgotten the ENTIRE french language (I used to be near fluent when I lived in Holland - especially after drinking my (considerable) weight in french wine, german beer, and finnish liquorice/vodka goo cooked up in a flat when I lived in the Nederlands), and that I have WAAAAAAY too much time on my hands.

ME (8:32:33 PM): bonjour....I was not available at the time you im'd me mehidou3 (8:32:56 PM): bonsoir ça va ME (8:33:27 PM): comme çi comme ça ME (8:33:30 PM): et vous? mehidou3 (8:33:50 PM): ça va merci mehidou3 (8:34:01 PM): tues d'ou ME (8:34:15 PM): je suis americaine....est mon français est tres mal....parlez-vous anglais? mehidou3 (8:34:44 PM): non je parle espagnol mehidou3 (8:35:02 PM): et le francais mehidou3 (8:35:20 PM): et toi ME (8:35:45 PM): mais, votre premiere...message au moi en messenger....errr...was in...anglais? ME (8:36:08 PM): mehidou3: hello! this is the beauty which i am looking for? mehidou3 (8:36:14 PM): ce n'ete pas moi ME (8:36:32 PM): well, I don't speak spanish and can't speak french well enough to type it ME (8:36:40 PM): so I have to say bonsoir mehidou3 (8:36:48 PM): bay ME (8:36:53 PM): au revoir, mon ami mehidou3 (8:37:59 PM): hola ME (8:38:12 PM): no hable espagnol mehidou3 (8:38:43 PM): si la hablo ME (8:38:51 PM): adios mehidou3 (8:39:00 PM): porque ME (8:39:08 PM): because I don't speak french or spanish ME (8:39:11 PM): and you don't speak english mehidou3 (8:39:19 PM): no ME (8:39:19 PM): so there is no point in our talking....

Well, he kept trying to talk to me for another 10 minutes. I finally wound up telling him goodbye in 4-5 different languages, figuring he would get the hint. Just because I understood PART of what he was saying in french and he understood PART of what I was saying in English....didn't mean we were going to have a convo. Oh...almost forgot the good part - the part where I came to realize this likely wasn't a communication issue on his end: He kept trying to get me to view his webcam about 8:40pm, and I THINK he called me crazy when I told him no... On a completely unrelated topic: I'm thinking about learning Japanese. I loved cyrillic - well only tried Russian, and the guy I was dating at the time said I pronounced everything correctly; but that chinese symbol stuff sux ASS... I remember dealing with those when I took Mandarin. So that's the main drawback for me. Romance languages are a LOT easier.. mean...we're all latin based. Cyrillic and Asian languages are definately not easy to pick up intuitively. OK, this post is boring me, as I am sure it has likely bored you if you bothered getting this far. Go do something productive...I'm gonna DANCE...and eat more of the chocolate covered macadamia nuts I made on a whim...Hmmm...

Drumroll, please

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