AG and I are enjoying a nice weekend with my parents. They are visiting from Ohio and we’re all staying at the always-awesome Village Inns of Blowing Rock in, erm… Blowing Rock, NC. It’s our favorite place to stay when we come to the Boone / Blowing Rock area to visit.
They’ve just signed up with a new Wifi provider. It’s one of those deals where you have to log in with a password before you can get online. I chuckled this evening when I logged on and saw this screen.
I like how it’s redirecting me to “The Internet” OOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!! How exciting! I’ve always wanted to check out this Internet I’ve heard to much about.
I’m not sure why this strikes me as funny, but it does. It reminds me of when I used to do desktop support at Kenan-Flagler back in the day. Every now and then we’d get a call from one of our users who would exclaim “I need the Internet installed on my machine.”
This usually meant that they needed Netscape installed (this was like 1996, mind you), but we always had a good, geeky laugh together as we pondered how much disk space you’d actually need to store the entire Internet on your computer.
Wow, that was really dorky, wasn’t it? I just read that back and am now regretting sharing that with all of you. Oh well. Too late.
If you had been thinking about giving US Women’s Gymnastics captain Alicia Sacramone shit for choking and taking the Americans out of gold medal contention in the team competition the other day - and you’d be super lame if you were - then you better think again.
Peep this video of her knocking some frat boy the F out at what appears to be a party at Brown University where she goes to school.
Pretty bad ass, right? It’s hard to say whether she really knocked him out or if he was just faking it or was just hammered and this was going to happen anyway.
Either way, I don’t think I’d be inviting a world-class athlete to punch me in the face as hard as possible, chick or not. Way to think it through, Skyler.
I covered this a long time ago, but the mountain climber guy on the “Price is Right” used to scare me when I was a little kid, and it still kinda creeps me out today. It was always a combination of how weird the dude looked and the other-worldly yodeling that accompanied his ascent up the mountain.
I would have nightmares where I’d start hearing the yodeling and then the guy would be next to me in my room. It creeps me out even writing about it now.
But over the years I’ve managed to reduce my fear by mainly getting a job that forces me to work during “The Price is Right” - and you thought I worked for the money - and steeling myself against the bone-chilling grip of the mountain guy’s siren song on those rare occasions where I happen to catch the show and they play the game.
Though these tactics have worked for years, now they are apparently not enough. The creepy mountain climber guy has raised the stakes. Today I log into my Facebook account - yeah, I’m on there. so what? friend me, bitches - and what do I find my boy Jamie Babb has posted to his wall?
This…
That’s messed up, right? Now I have to work to stay away from “The Price is Right” during the day and to pay for years of therapy to get over this. Thanks, Babb.
