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I think the internet is a living entity.
My proof? It is actively engaging in acts of revenge against me.
See, these days I am rarely online, except for the morning when I wake up, and the evening, before I go to bed, as I am about to do.
Coinciding with this drop in activity on my part, the amount of spam e-mails I receive has shot through the roof. Not only that, but the already small number of e-mails I get from friends has decreased to almost nothing.
I think the 'net is a vindictive little bitch, and is sending me a million and two spam e-mails, while at the same time preventing me from receiving any real mail. In fact, maybe it's somehow causing all the typos I'm making at this very moment.
Perhaps it has gained control of the Arm-Control Nerves in my belly. Hmm.
In other news, the Winnipeg winter continues to fail to provide me with any sort of scary frosty-ness, which would in theory send me scurrying off to the bus shelter, leaving behind my bike. I continue to maintain my intention of biking through the entire season. Rawr!
This computer has no speakers, which is truly cruel, due to the fact that there is apparently a short trailer of the next Harry Potter movie, and I cannot hear it. My inner nerd is quite frustrated, I must say. Perhaps if I plug headphones into the computer...?
I must go now, and test my theory.
(Oh! It seems that the speakers do work. Never mind then.)
My proof? It is actively engaging in acts of revenge against me.
See, these days I am rarely online, except for the morning when I wake up, and the evening, before I go to bed, as I am about to do.
Coinciding with this drop in activity on my part, the amount of spam e-mails I receive has shot through the roof. Not only that, but the already small number of e-mails I get from friends has decreased to almost nothing.
I think the 'net is a vindictive little bitch, and is sending me a million and two spam e-mails, while at the same time preventing me from receiving any real mail. In fact, maybe it's somehow causing all the typos I'm making at this very moment.
Perhaps it has gained control of the Arm-Control Nerves in my belly. Hmm.
In other news, the Winnipeg winter continues to fail to provide me with any sort of scary frosty-ness, which would in theory send me scurrying off to the bus shelter, leaving behind my bike. I continue to maintain my intention of biking through the entire season. Rawr!
This computer has no speakers, which is truly cruel, due to the fact that there is apparently a short trailer of the next Harry Potter movie, and I cannot hear it. My inner nerd is quite frustrated, I must say. Perhaps if I plug headphones into the computer...?
I must go now, and test my theory.
(Oh! It seems that the speakers do work. Never mind then.)