Pickle Surprise!

I have been accosted a number of times by spam bots on AIM. I have accepted this fact and moved on. Usually, I just ignore them. Today, however, I felt compelled to argue with a lifeless computer program:

[13:34] kirbcakes28: hi[13:35] sunburnedvampire: Hello?[13:35] kirbcakes28: Have we taIked before? 24/f here. You?[13:35] kirbcakes28: 18/f here.. what about you?[13:35] sunburnedvampire: ...[13:35] kirbcakes28: Oh ok. I wasnt sure. Well... What are you up to?[13:36] kirbcakes28: ohhh im sry i can b forgetful sometimes![13:36] sunburnedvampire: pickles[13:36] kirbcakes28: No sorry not on here[13:36] sunburnedvampire: pickles[13:37] kirbcakes28: I dont have any pics on this computer but i do have a cam baby [13:37] kirbcakes28: No sorry not on here[13:37] sunburnedvampire: PICKLES[13:38] kirbcakes28: sooo... wats up?[13:38] sunburnedvampire: ....dill pickles[13:38] sunburnedvampire: spicy[13:38] sunburnedvampire: pickles[13:38] sunburnedvampire: quoth the raven:[13:38] sunburnedvampire: PICKLES


Part of me really hopes that that was actually a person. And that they are sincerely and forever confused. 

Adventures on The Futon Frontier

Occasionally I love my coworkers. One of them came up to me today, gave me a hug and said "Did you know that you are a wonderful person?" That was awesome. A few hours later another came up to me and asked if I spoke Spanish. I said no, but I do speak Italian. She then said this: "Oh I KNEW IT! Your face is so Italian. Like, I go to pizzerias and they're Italian and you look like that! Yay!"

....verbatim....

In other, more cynical and depressing news: I bought a futon from Ikea. The idea was to get rid of the couch and bed in my room and replace them with a futon to conserve space (and because I've always wanted a full-size bed). Well I did my research, chose the model, went to the store with Bradford and lugged it back home (he did most of the lugging while I mostly stood by and cheered him on half-heartedly). I spent the better part of a day assembling it, showered, then attempted to lay back and watch TV. I say attempted because when my ass hit the mattress all I heard was CLANG CLANG CLANG as my posterior went crashing through the wooden slats holding up the futon and I wound up on the floor with my feet in the air. They slats did not break, as I initially feared, rather the flimsy plastic things holding them up kept coming loose. I had what was basically the equivalent of a Playskool futon to support my weight. Needless to say, it wasn't going to cut it. So I sat on the floor and cried for a bit. Then lugged everything back downstairs and slept on the mattress on the floor.

I bought a new futon today from a place called Futon World. It's got a reinforced steel frame and a 5 year warranty. They also deliver and assemble it. So keep your fingers crossed that I don't break my tail bone!