[ current selection | dashboard confessionals – hands down ]
[ feelin’ | …close to vacation ]
yumm…on todays menu is genmai-cha, fishes favorite green tea and my second. i lean more towards hoji, but to be completely honest, the two kinda taste the same. *shrug* this bit of news is equal parts funny and disturbing. according to this article from silicon.com, a man trying to order from the drive-thru at a burger king in troy, michigan was told he was too fat and didnt need a couple of whoppers. others had similarly been told that the burger king didnt have any food, or were just cursed out. eh? it turned out that it wasnt some disgruntled employee waiting to piss into the meat patties, but actually a group of hackers who hacked into the radio frequency of the drive-thru intercom. i didnt even know you could do that…hmm. thats kind of disturbing if you think about it…not knowing whether the person on the other end is who you think it is. ok yea, and its kind of funny…just a little bit. it was (and still is) pretty easy to do similar things over the internet. back in high school, 3 of us pretended to be a hot lesbian over compuserve…and got a girl(?) we were chatting with to call scotties phone. scottie wasnt impressed. and back in my icq days (before some turkish prick stole my 6-digit account…add 706542 to ur list and bitch them out), whenever i got bored of a conversation, id have my then-roomie greg pick up the conversation while i went to get a snack or take a dump. yea…you heard right. if you msg’d me back then, there was a good chance you were having a nice conversation with the cribb-meister. ahem…anyhoo, watch out for those evil drive-thru intercoms…
hahaha – those were good times! I can’t remember who all I talked to about what, but people usually didn’t know unless I decided to give it away. Usually saying something like “man, my balls are really hairy. think you can help me shave them?” would do the trick. And if it didn’t, well, I’d stop chatting since I’d suddenly become very, very scared.
i think the problem tho was that some people actually expected me to say things like that. those bastards.
didnt u actually use, “man, my balls are really hairy….” once? i think you did.
Yeah, I’m pretty sure I did at one point. I wonder who the lucky recipient of that message was!
Maybe it was some lucky lady who was about to get freaky with you, but once she heard that bit of news she changed her mind.
actually, i remember who it was…but im not at liberty to name them here for fear of retribution…