THE PORTALS ARE OPEN
DDC likes entry:Internet portals are one of those things that I love about the net. Let me tell you why!
When I make an account with a site I usually put in a bunch of odd details in:
Name: Kaiser Willhelm
Occupation: Manicurist
Country: Azerbaijan
DOB: 1922, 23rd November
Favourite colour: Peach
etc.
I don't see why anyone should get free marketing data from me. Like the native american indians with their camera-shy soul-stealing excuses, I beleive that the more of myself I give away for free to Microsoft or whoever, the less of a man I become. Less of a person too, though that is a different story.
So, this morning I was somewhat surprised to recieve an email saying, "happy birthday" from profession.com. The way it must have happened is this: I have been on the websphere for so long that I have randomly put my actual birthday into some poor, unsuspecting commercial site. My happiness knew no bounds when I realised that he angels had actual programmed a computer to say happy birthday to me. That is how much they cared. But no, it wasn't!
Once I had picked myself up out of my happy, warm puddle of manmilk I got round to reading my happy return and found an invitation. An invitation. A dream bit-stream. It emerged that for my minutes of dedicated skimming I was to be indulged in a trip to the sponsor site!
Excreted by Mrs DC @ 8:50 PM
7 Comments:
Happy Birthday, man.
I presume this story is recent enough.
Yep - thanks! Work got me not being busy any more, so hopefully I can go back to writing something good again.
It's now the 6th, making this birthday reference only moderately late (depending on how long ago your birthday was).
But no biggy, right? I mean, it's not like you planned it that way or had any say in it what-so-ev-ah. Or informed anyone anywhere in the universe of the day it was all to take place.
April 18th.
All the same, I'd feel (extra) turdy if I didn't upkeep my end of the bargain by promising to forget it again next year; same date, right?
Happy belated birthday you old...Geezer.
Cheers man,
I had authentic Thai food Cooked by an Authentic Thai person.
Not a big one, though I am old enough to be fat without reason now...
Feeling old today as I went to the batting center and hurt my stomach muscles on Sunday. Grrr
Happy Birth Canal Traversal Day!
Ah, I'm so glad the infantile mind is incapable of recalling the psyche warping event of one's own birth.
Perhaps this is natures built in safety device to prevent a life time of dislocation from one's mother.
I'm digressing.
Yeah, batting centres have that effect on me as well.
Do you think winter should be banned from future appearances? Apart from clear skies for photographic delight, I can't think of two many positives it brings.
Lard is definitely not a positive, unless we're speaking about buoyancy, in which case I'm more positively buoyant than ever.
Let me know when you're coming round.
"...two many positives..."
Call me Klompus.
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