What's scarier than Banana Guy walking toward me with a baggie full of trail mix? My formerly Amish Mom calling to tell me she tracked down an elementary school chum of mine. USING GOOGLE.
You'd have to know her to understand the true shock of the fact that she did it pretty much on her own. There weren't any fights between us in front of her computer where the winner of the fight was the one who was still holding the mouse after the insults flew. Because she who still has control of the mouse is the one who gets to talk.
At least that's what her computer manual says.
I still can't get FAM (Formerly Amish Mom) to understand her MSN account, nor can I get her to actually get any e-mail out of it because her computer is hooked up to a stone tablet and a chisel - also known as dial up net service...
Yet she called me to say "Oh, hey. I found _____ childhood friend of yours on the internet! Want to know what he/she is up to? I sent him/her a letter.
It should be noted that she didn't send an e-mail. She sent an honest to goodness, antique, ink pen to paper, snail mail.
And I checked up on her research (without telling her, of course) and she had indeed found the person she was looking for. And their e-mail address was right there in really large, let me help you contact me type type. *sigh*
And since I'm well on my way to being disowned by my FAM, I might as well add nearly divorced to the list as well.
Hopefully what appears below are two links to some, um.....video that I took of Mr. Zoom.
When he didn't know I had figured out that my camera had video, and how to use it. He's much more carful about that now. In this first one, the audio outruns the video for some reason...so it ends up being totally out of sinc. But you still get the idea:
Supply Brow Monster - Custom videocodes by MyWynk
And just in case I haven't insured my sleeping arrangement of sofa out in the cold:
Slap Dat Ass - Custom videocodes by MyWynk