Friday evening, 6pm, Backspace downtown on NW 5th and Couch. Be there or be…somewhere else much less cool.
Portland Bloggers, baby.
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Air Soft Men!
I have to wonder what these spammers think, sometimes. Take, for instance, the following subject line. Please.
“Rock Hard Women!”
I don’t know about you but when I think of the attributes of my ideal woman, neither of the words “rock” or “hard” enter the picture. Come to think on it, “soft,” which is the opposite of “hard,” is one of the things that come to mind. As for “rock,” well, nothing should be rock-like if you ask me. Not her head, not her… well, anything else. Other words that come to mind are “curvy” and “smart” and “smell nice.” No geological terms arise at all.
In fact, usually you come across the words “rock hard” as describing some part of a man’s anatomy. (Abs, people. Get your minds out of the gutter!) So I have to wonder why I’m having rock hard women offered to me as if it was something I’d be interested in.
Bewildering, as is most spam. Funny, though.
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Poor, crazy Boromir
I’m rather surprised I hadn’t come across these sooner, but… well, allow me to share with you some Lord of the Rings funny.
(Note, there’s a third and fourth installment, but those contain Language ™ and so I’m not directly linking them. You young’uns, just do the right thing and don’t go there, okay? Thanks.)
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Cat Hair Congestion
So the roomies and I played some Age of Mythology last night, and as I usually do when we’re doing computer gaming I left my bedroom door open.
This is significant because normally it’s kept closed so as to prevent the household felines from making me sneeze. However, I’m also loath to just hole up behind a closed door when engaged in fun multiplayer computer gaming with other people in the house. I’m a hermit by nature, sure, but I’m not that rude.
Problem is, apparently both cats decided to make themselves comfy on my bed last night, leading to a long night of me wheezing and sniffling. (The only allergy meds I have are “non-drowsy,” which is not what you want to be taking at 1am when you can’t sleep and have work in the morning.) I resolved to wash my bedding after I got home from work so as to take care of the pet dander problem.
So imagine my chagrin when I arrived home just now to discover that, no, I hadn’t firmly latched my bedroom door when I left for work this morning. Yep, kitties sleeping in my laundry basket. (Go ahead and make fun of me for not having put away all my clean clothes. You know you want to.) Now I get to wash not only my bedding but also my clothes, again, if I want to get through tomorrow with any lung capacity whatsoever…
I love being me. Don’t you wish you were me? You should, you know. It’s a blast.
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A sure sign they’re not targeting their audience very well.
The first line of a spam email I received this afternoon:
“Bored with your wife, girlfriend or husband?”
And my immediate thought was, “Yes, all three, how did you know?”
Stupid spammers…
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Some new experiences aren’t really necessary.
First there was the “msgina.dll” error, but I didn’t see that. No, what really made my jaw drop was this one:
“The file or directory C: is invalid.”
That’s never a good sign, is it?
Yeah, I spent almost all day rebuilding one of the transmitter remote-control computers. Turns out the motherboard was fritzed, though it gave errors that led me to believe it was a partition or drive failure at first. Ah well. It could’ve been worse, I suppose.
Still, I’m glad it’s the weekend. Very, very glad.