Colloquial
Friday, January 30, 2004
Wednesday, January 28, 2004
What's grosser than gross?
Y'all can blame Sherry for this very interesting link.
Ew. Ew Ew EEEEYEWWWW!!!!
This happening to anyone else?
Internet Explorer is hosed up on me, on my home PC. Every time I try to launch it, I get a very polite message, telling me that IE had encountered an error and was shutting down, and did I want to send an error report to Microsoft so they can continue to improve upon their product?
I removed the program and re-loaded a copy that I got off of Microsoft's website, and it still gives me the same message. So I called my ISP, and they said they were getting a lot of calls about it. They want me to call Microsoft and work it out with them, except that Microsoft charges for telephone tech support! The bastards. So. I may be going to Netscape.
I didn't realize how habitual the use of my home internert connection had become. Now I can't check my regular "reads" while I brush my teeth, or immediately look up the name of some person on TV show whom I *know* I've seen somewhere, or use the on-line yellow pages to find the number of that Chinese restaurant down the street.
This is all very annoying.
Tuesday, January 27, 2004
New Heights of Embarrassment
::Warning:: The following could quite conceivably be categorized as "too much information".
I just switched over to a different kind of birth control pills (TMI #1). As a result, I had a very upset stomach this morning. Which prompted me to run to the bathroom in emergency mode.
As I delivered my breakfast as an offering to the porcelain gods (TMI #2), I heard the bathroom door open. A person got into the stall next to mine. Having reached the end of the contents of my stomach, I was reduced to some nasty loud heaving (TMI #3).
Quoth the person: "Oh, dammit." I heard a mad scramble, then all of a sudden, I heard *her* start throwing up.
Apparently, the sounds of my barfing icked someone else out to the point of throwing up, herself. I was so embarrassed I cried. I high-tailed it outta there, and didn't see who it was. I hope they don't know it was me.
God.
Calvin thought it was hysterical, when I told him. And he offered me the (dubious) comfort that perhaps that's what the lady was intending to do in the bathroom, anyway. Morning sickness or some such thing.
Somehow, I doubt it. Remember that scene in "The Goonies" when Chunk is describing to the bad-guys how he made a whole theater of people throw up? Yeah, I feel kinda like that.












