So I know that I said we would only be discussing the wonders of the slopes but I am, as we have previously discussed, a fickle person. That is not to say that I am no longer obsessed, because I am. It is just that sometimes in life something will present itself to you and it will be so unexpected that you must talk about it, even if it is something wildly inappropriate like sending human poop to someone in a pretty gift wrapped box.
I will now explain. Because there is disruptive construction going on in our building that causes the already maze like layout to take on a much more frightening labyrinth-esque feeling (I can actually hear David Bowie singing and I think my cubicle may be upside down) I am more isolated than usual heare at the office. Because of terrible weather (oh my God! A melting snowflake! At sea level! RUUUUUNNNN!) I am stuck in said isolating, upside down cube rather than getting to spend some time in the field like I was becoming accustomed to doing. In short, the walls are falling down around me and I am alone (I sit next to some guys but they are engineers and therefore do not qualify as significant human contact) Therefore all e-mail has become important. Every comment on this blog, every notice from my student loan lender, every ticketmaster update is being read and relished as a form of semi-human contact. Therefore, I have become one of those people who will forward you anything slightly amusing in an attempt to get a response.
I received a mildly amusing European condom commercial from my friend yesterday and this morning I forwarded it to many people (including my mother, who has not responded) hoping someone would write me back and someone did. I got this response a little while ago.
You know, when I saw this, I thought, "I wonder if it's going to be that old condoms commercial?"
And it was. :) I agree, that's a fantastic commercial. And so un-American. Which makes it awesome.
The response in and of itself is not shocking or particularly riveting. And I would like to point out that nowhere in this response are poop or delivery-grams of any type mentioned. Still the good folks at Gmail decided that this response and “fecal-grams” are directly connected. Yes I said (or wrote rather) “Fecal-grams”. Now for those of you who don’t have Gmail, it is a different kind of e-mail service and one of its many different things is that you get sponsored links that pop up on the side of you e-mails. Gmail scans your correspondence for key words and then brings up things that are supposed to be related to you conversation. So like if I have a conversation about an upcoming ski trip (See I brought it back around) I may get links to ski resorts or online discount stores selling ski gear or online ski report sites. Usually I ignore them but they have on occasion come in handy but in this instance I am just vacillating between amused and disturbed. Amused because, lets face it, poop in a box is funny, especially when it is sent to someone else. But I am disturbed because it is scary to think that one day you could come home to one of these on your porch and it must be a rather confusing interpretation of our conversation to have been linked to such a site.
In conclusion America the land of the free is an amazing and joyful place to live and no greater evidence than the successful business that is fecalgram.com is needed to persuade me into believing in my country. I will, as long as I live and breathe, cherish my God given right to order and ship a stranger’s shit to anyone I know. Now that, my friends, is what freedom looks like.
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7 comments:
agreed . . .
And, yes, although occasionally the engineer that sits kiddie-corner from you sends me amusing comments about projects, they do lack the actual security of being real human-contact . . .
But on the bright-side: At least you didn't trade in chatter-box number 1 as a neighbor for extreme chatter-box #2 as a neighbor . . . and we have a duplex cubicle - or shared-access as our engineer friends might call it.
I mainly wrote the degrading comment about engineers to get a rise out of Aarwenn or Kt but neither of them seem to have read it yet. Or perhaps they are now boycotting my bolg in protest. Either way, my lack of human contact continues over here on the dark side of the moon,
I can't BELIEVE you didn't write more emails if your day was this boring! I was home SICK! I could have written email all freakin' day! Okay, I wasn't really sick, but I have 71 freakin' hours of sick leave time left and dammit, I was going to use some.
Anyway. You sure got a rise out of me--while reading this I thought, "Who is she calling non-human?" but of course, being me, I'm more pissed that I wasn't named as the author of that email. I feel like I have some fecal responsibility.
Oh, I came by your site through Aarwenn
but i'm just an engineer in disguise.. the REAL me is a rock star.
and i want to profess my love for gmail right here.. because i just love how it groups the conversations!
KT and Aarwenn~ you are both really rockstars. Honsetly nothing at all like the engineers here (who my boss refers to as whores, really)
Kat~Welcome!
Hey was just rolling thru wanted to let ya know ya got a cool blog here Nice Job.
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