mass communications
It is a good thing I have now downloaded Google Talk, Google's new IM client, because I am such an online chat whore that this truly... somethings... does things. Really, whenever I go on AIM, I'm just amazed at all the communication possibilities that await me. I could talk to people I used to work with, except all the ones I would want to I already do keep in touch with, or I could talk to people I don't talk to anymore because, apparently, they weren't that interesting, or I wasn't that interesting, or we just got tired of talking to each other. Or I could talk to Phil, which I actually do, because he's a cool guy. (He used to live around here, then moved to Chicago, and is now in Indianapolis, I think, through a series of financial misadventures... speaking of which, I should get a job-like activity. What's that one job? Really flexible hours. Get to have sex with Japanese businessmen. That's one I'd like to try. I think I would enjoy and excel in such an environment.) Occasionally I could also talk to the people I talk to all the time in pretty much every other way I could communicate with them. (By the way, Courtney, did you get that smoke signal I sent you?) And there's people I would talk to if they were ever not "away" or "idle" for "7000000 hours" because they're lying dead at the bottom of a ravine, rolled in carpet after being stabbed in the neck by a stalker (maybe theirs, maybe not) and, honestly, if someone breaks into your house with the intent to kill you so you understand the love you both clearly share for each other (but you're just playing hard-to-get, you tease!), could you and your killer maybe take a break and SHUT YOUR FUCKING COMPUTER OFF. Thanks.
Nevertheless, no sooner have I downloaded the Google Talk application and realised "well, it looks sleek, but I have no one to communicate with on it" than do I receive an email from a Klaus Müller inviting me to download the software! Why, it's Klaus! Klaus Müller! Klaus and I go way back, in the sense that I have never known who the fuck Klaus is, and yet, he has invited me, of all people, to download Google Talk!
Let me tell you something about Klaus. I imagine once Klaus and I were trapped in an old castle in Austria, a leftover-but-still-used-until-the-past-decade relic of the medieval ages. (Kinda like when Harrison Ford and Sean Connery get captured by the Nazis in the third Indiana Jones movie, except with no Nazis and even less Scots.) Klaus and I were out frolicking through the famous (very famous) Austrian fields earlier in the day and had happened upon the castle near dusk. Thinking we could either run around like children in the castle or at least find something moderately valuable to pawn when we returned to Fucking (not when we returned to fucking, as that is hardly the time to be pawning off old rocking chairs and velvet paintings of Hitler playing poker with a bunch of German shepards), Klaus and I managed to find an open window we could reach by climbing a tree outside the castle. Unfortunately, the big wooden gate of the castle was no longer operational and a weather balloon fell from the sky, smashing the tree and itself into burning cinders. It happens.
Klaus and I found a cache of well-preserved canned foods in one of the many rooms within the castle and so took to eating the foods whilst fashioning hats out of the cans. It was about then I realised I didn't know Klaus. When I brought the subject up, he utilised a leftover can shard he had from his most recent hat-construction attempt and stabbed me in the heart. Then he left. I don't know who he is, and this never really happened, but I'm glad he's finally caught up with me.
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I borrowed from Cheryl and watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, which is cute and sad and moving and very good. I particularly enjoyed the parts in it.
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I must now suffer the consequences. Good day.
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Sincerely,
you know who you are!
Nevertheless, no sooner have I downloaded the Google Talk application and realised "well, it looks sleek, but I have no one to communicate with on it" than do I receive an email from a Klaus Müller inviting me to download the software! Why, it's Klaus! Klaus Müller! Klaus and I go way back, in the sense that I have never known who the fuck Klaus is, and yet, he has invited me, of all people, to download Google Talk!
Let me tell you something about Klaus. I imagine once Klaus and I were trapped in an old castle in Austria, a leftover-but-still-used-until-the-past-decade relic of the medieval ages. (Kinda like when Harrison Ford and Sean Connery get captured by the Nazis in the third Indiana Jones movie, except with no Nazis and even less Scots.) Klaus and I were out frolicking through the famous (very famous) Austrian fields earlier in the day and had happened upon the castle near dusk. Thinking we could either run around like children in the castle or at least find something moderately valuable to pawn when we returned to Fucking (not when we returned to fucking, as that is hardly the time to be pawning off old rocking chairs and velvet paintings of Hitler playing poker with a bunch of German shepards), Klaus and I managed to find an open window we could reach by climbing a tree outside the castle. Unfortunately, the big wooden gate of the castle was no longer operational and a weather balloon fell from the sky, smashing the tree and itself into burning cinders. It happens.
Klaus and I found a cache of well-preserved canned foods in one of the many rooms within the castle and so took to eating the foods whilst fashioning hats out of the cans. It was about then I realised I didn't know Klaus. When I brought the subject up, he utilised a leftover can shard he had from his most recent hat-construction attempt and stabbed me in the heart. Then he left. I don't know who he is, and this never really happened, but I'm glad he's finally caught up with me.
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I borrowed from Cheryl and watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, which is cute and sad and moving and very good. I particularly enjoyed the parts in it.
LINE RETURN
I must now suffer the consequences. Good day.
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Sincerely,
you know who you are!