hockey, spam and myspace friend requests
A few things on my mind this Saturday evening. I would like to be watching the ducks & flames right now, but my TV has been overtaken by townies and I’m forced to either go to bed, sit at the computer, or take a shower.
So of course here I am. sigh. Being old and a mom is surely pathetic.
anyway, speaking of hockey, I know no one around here cares in the least, but I have to tell you the playoffs are very exciting and you should watch, really. the lightning are out! woohoo! stupid florida team who should never be allowed to win any cups ever and should have any previous cups won taken away from them.
now I just need the frigging canadiens to lose a few and we’ll be golden.
2nd, here is a recent comment spam that makes me laugh, I get similar ones every few days: “Holy cow, I love this site. I can’t believe how much information is here. I hope to see this site for a long time.Keep the posts coming.” They’re trying to be clever, those comment spammers, trying to make you think they’re legit while they hide their evil spam links in their name, so you mistakenly approve them, but you can’t fool me. I am too smart. besides, I’m not going to approve a comment from Joe and his web site link is to “getabiggerpenis.com”. really. still, it makes me laugh, holy cow.
third, I keep getting requests from people on myspace to be their friend, only I have no idea who they are, and I wonder how/why they do what I can only assume are mass invites, and I always say sure be my friend, but it doesn’t really do anything and I just wonder why I even bother dealing with myspace because it’s so obnoxious, but people keep sending me messages there or asking to be my friend or some such nonsense, making me logon and deal with the insanity. I can’t walk away. effing myspace.
long sentences are my speciality.
oh, here’s something embarrassing. At work on Friday, I was given my old computer from way way back, before I left for AZ, the one I used to have two or so years ago (so that the new guy who starts next week gets the new fast computer I WAS using and lucky me gets stuck with the dinosaur because who cares if I have to wait four hours to load Illlustrator, I’m just dumb part-time trash scum anyway right, I’m like Mikey there, give it to me I’ll eat it).
So on Friday, I fire up my old workhorse, charlie, and check things out. I start cleaning it up, deleting things I don’t need, putting on a few things I do need, etc. I find some old pictures and graphics I had, which was cool. And then I launched Eudora (the email program). And what do I find there? Oh man. It’s so embarrassing. I cringe even now.
Back then, I emailed constantly from work, using both my personal email and my work email. When I quit, I of course went through and cleaned out everything, deleted email messages, programs, documents, browser info, anything personal. duh.
but the horror. Because when I opened Eudora, in addition to the harmless and uninteresting messages from the girl who took my place after I quit, I saw personal email of mine dating back to 2001 on up to 2003. And not just any email, no. The only messages of mine still there were to/from one specific person, a boy, a boy I was deep deep deeeeeep into, and some of these messages…WHOA. lots of dorkiness and silliness, sure, sickening and embarrassing but in a cute way, no big deal.
But of course that wasn’t all, because in addition to the dorky stuff, lots of sexy lusty things were said, embarrassing horribly embarrassing things, mail I wouldn’t want anyone to ever read EVER, in a gazillion eternities. I glanced at maybe three or four of the most recent ones and they were dirty. dirty shuddering things that I am positive were read by people at work, because who wouldn’t read the personal email of someone on a computer if they had a chance? I can’t be sure who or when, it could have just been the girl who used the computer after me (who no longer works there), it could have been my boss, everyone else who works there, who knows. With this sort of thing, in that office, if one person read it, they would share it with everyone for a good laugh. How I can show my face there again I do not know.
And it isn’t like it was difficult to find. Nope, it was right there, all incoming and outgoing messages saved in a neat tidy folder with his name on it. hundreds of them. it’s almost too much for me to bear. I KNOW I deleted it, how could I have been so stupid as to leave that one single folder? I couldn’t have been, because it was so very personal. I’m usually pretty good about covering my tracks. The only thing I can think is that perhaps at some point data had to be restored on that machine from one of the tape backups, thereby returning all those things I had so carefully deleted. If that’s the case, who knows what other incriminating and vile things of mine were discovered. I was a bad bad girl back then.
Hell. Maybe I just was dumb enough to forget to delete that one single folder in Eudora. Sadly, that’s the more preferrable possibility for me.
Either way I feel like a major jackass.
what have I what have I what have I done to deserve this.
Perhaps subconciously you didnt want to delete it? So you didnt.
Pretty much the only way to unburden yourself of the anxiety would be to turn the secrets into public knowledge, thus robbing them of their power, the way homosexuals reclaimed the word “queer”. So, just publish the contents of the folder here on loafe, or maybe just a downloadable link to a .zip file, or whatever you want, and then when you go to work on Monday, you won’t feel any shame, because, hey, all those people saw was the same publically available information that any random stranger could download off the internet.
i think it was fate telling you you’d so be back at AEI…rock on sista!
Neely!!! SHHHH.. I mean shhh!
you know jonathan I am half-tempted to do as you suggested, because you’re right…how could I feel stupid when the same information is available to every with an internet connection?
but I suppose out of respect for the boy, I won’t do it.
1) I’m hardly a boy honey, I can take it
and
2) Okay, even if it isn’t actually about me, and it’s actually about, say, former Lemonheads lead singer Evan Dando, just go ahead and take the parts where you write “Oh Evan, I wish you would plunge your throbbing man meat deep into my womanly chasm” or something equally sexy, and sub out “Jonathan” for “Evan” just the way you constantly have to remind yourself not to when that reprobate who knocked you up is poking away at your nasties again.
El Lunes Uno de Mayo.
The Mexican Grocery I go to is closed today. They are such nice people, I wish them all the best in their struggle.
jonathan, you steal a little bit of my heart with every post you make.
Christa/Jonathan…..
To read your loving passages between each other….
to be able to see your sweet wholesome love blossom
on such a beautiful plain of eternal tenderness, the caring…
the feelings… its so sublime……..