Sometimes I wonder why I have this thing....
And then something like this happens. *evil grin*
Okay to set the scene--I'm sitting at the desk in John's hotel room waiting for him to get home while I browse the Net on my laptop. We-ell he happens to walk in just after I logged into LJ.
So we go through our usual evening greeting (I know Rex doesn't want details so we'll skip those) and I sit back down. Usually John will use this as a chance to go do some stuff he needs to get done but tonight he chose to hang around and ask questions. The following conversation ensues:
JOHN: What's that?
ME: My Livejournal.
JOHN: What's a Livejournal?
ME: It's a blog--y'know, an online journal.
JOHN: *brow creases* Why do you want one of those?
ME: *shrugs* It's nice to be able to just unload every once in a while.
JOHN: *looks offended* You can't unload on me?
ME: *rolls eyes and attempts to explain* Some stuff I can't.
JOHN: Like what? *he attempts to commandeer the laptop but I quickly click on a link and wind up on Rex's LJ* Okay Balsom has one of these?
ME: *nods*
JOHN: This I've got to read. *he scans an entry and shakes his head* For the record you know these things are dangerous right?
ME: Yeah, yeah. I'm careful I promise--I only really talk to people I know and a couple I don't but it's not like I'm gonna give them my address.
JOHN: *runs a hand through his hair* So you're spilling out your most private thoughts and feelings to a bunch of strangers and consider that being careful?
ME: *fights back a groan* That's right.
JOHN: Maybe I should get myself one so I can read what you're saying about me...
ME: *just smiles*
Honestly, John McBain on Livejournal? Can you imagine?
Okay to set the scene--I'm sitting at the desk in John's hotel room waiting for him to get home while I browse the Net on my laptop. We-ell he happens to walk in just after I logged into LJ.
So we go through our usual evening greeting (I know Rex doesn't want details so we'll skip those) and I sit back down. Usually John will use this as a chance to go do some stuff he needs to get done but tonight he chose to hang around and ask questions. The following conversation ensues:
JOHN: What's that?
ME: My Livejournal.
JOHN: What's a Livejournal?
ME: It's a blog--y'know, an online journal.
JOHN: *brow creases* Why do you want one of those?
ME: *shrugs* It's nice to be able to just unload every once in a while.
JOHN: *looks offended* You can't unload on me?
ME: *rolls eyes and attempts to explain* Some stuff I can't.
JOHN: Like what? *he attempts to commandeer the laptop but I quickly click on a link and wind up on Rex's LJ* Okay Balsom has one of these?
ME: *nods*
JOHN: This I've got to read. *he scans an entry and shakes his head* For the record you know these things are dangerous right?
ME: Yeah, yeah. I'm careful I promise--I only really talk to people I know and a couple I don't but it's not like I'm gonna give them my address.
JOHN: *runs a hand through his hair* So you're spilling out your most private thoughts and feelings to a bunch of strangers and consider that being careful?
ME: *fights back a groan* That's right.
JOHN: Maybe I should get myself one so I can read what you're saying about me...
ME: *just smiles*
Honestly, John McBain on Livejournal? Can you imagine?