Colloquial
Friday, January 30, 2004
 
New One

There's a new entry up. Word to the wise - it's VERY image heavy. :)
Wednesday, January 28, 2004
 
What's grosser than gross?

Y'all can blame Sherry for this very interesting link.

Ew. Ew Ew EEEEYEWWWW!!!!
 
I'm so crushed!!!

Sad, sad news in Robyn's 1/28 entry. I'm crying at my desk. Poor Tubby!
 
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.



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