Yesterday while the girls emptied my linen closet of sheets, pulled all the chairs away from the dining room table, and constructed what they alternately referred to as a cottage, castle, apartment, and hideaway, I worked a little on my huntsman idea.
My huntsman, it turns out, is the bodyguard/driver of the spoiled second wife of a Filipino media, um, tycoon. So far he has scored some drugs for her and ignored her coarse attempts at seduction. Oh, shut up. I know it's all very "Movie-of-the-Week," but at least I'm writing.
Then this morning there was a message in my inbox from "TheElusiveHuntsman." I did the Looney Tunes doubletake--what the...? Did I wake up in the middle of the night, invent a fake e-mail addy, and write myself the whole story while half-asleep? Maybe I did! How excellent would that be? Of course, the fact that "elusive" was spelled "illusive" should have raised my antennae, but it didn't. I blithely opened the message and...you guessed it...Viagra spam.
In other strange internet happenings...have you been using the new Blogger nav bar with the "Next Blog" button? I click it sometimes and usually end up visiting the blog of someone who writes only in Portuguese, a techie guy who might as well be writing in Portuguese, or one of those teenage girls who insists on typing every other letter as a CaPiTaL. Not good. But the other day after I had finished checking out what was new with Gura, I clicked "Next Blog" and arrived at...Jean's class blog (which I can't re-locate, or I'd link to it for ya)! What were the chances of that?
The only problem is that I will probably now begin to obsessively click "Next Blog" just to see if that kind of thing will happen again. A lot like video poker, in a way.
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