That's What Friendsters Are For

Two long holiday weekends. Zero accomplishments. Well, I cleaned up about fourteen individual instances of cat vomit and saw a couple of movies (Syriana and Munich this weekend; surprisingly, I liked the latter better), made a batch of chili and lost eight dollars in glyphic's impromptu home game. Tonight I went on a Friendster-jag, inviting people I've known or met briefly to become part of my personal synthetic family, which provided some amusement. FRIENDSTER: You are about to add [redacted] as a friend. ... Continue only if you really are friends with [redacted]. ME: Well, I... pfshhh, I guess so, it's not like I saved [redacted]'s ass in Vietnam or anything, I... FRIENDSTER: [mute patience] ME: Look, I (haven't spoken to [redacted] since people were worried about the Y2K bug/just met [redacted], but it's all good/can't possibly really KNOW if I'm friends with [redacted] until there's more at stake than a bar tab), so WHY MUST YOU PRESENT ME WITH SUCH VEXING DECISIONS? FRIENDSTER: SHIT OR GET OFF THE POT, FREAKBOY ME: [stunned silence] FRIENDSTER: YOU THINK MY JOB IS EASY? I HAVE TO LISTEN TO SLACKJAWED NERDS LIKE YOU PONDER THE - ME: Fuck me, I'm [click] sure, fuck off. At the rate I'm producing posts on my WPBT experience, I ought to have about finished by the time the next horde descends on Vegas. (Speaking of glyphic, whyn'tcha all ask him when that's gonna be?) Sheesh. I promise there'll be no more minutiae about my IP hotel room apart from references to the bed there, which really could have used a few jagged rocks in the liner. Swear to Jebus, I mussed up that bed but good and then started bouncing quarters on it, Just. Because. I. Could. If I were a younger, spryer, lighter man, they'd probably still be scraping my hair off the ceiling.


Blogger StudioGlyphic said...

Actually April's taken the lead on organizing the summer event, so add your two cents here:


1/03/2006 07:57:00 PM  

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