The sky is endlessly growling and hissing and it is crumbling down on us slowly but surely as i speak. The great court of our main building has a skylight in the middle of the ceiling made up of 81 tiny windows on the heavens arranged by nines, and when the sky is this angry the building is cast in the make-pretend candle light held up by tiny cherubs flirting with the shadows that surround them. When i hear thunder i bolt out of our back office door to imagine the court as i might have seen it lit a century ago.
And our website doesn’t have a single picture of it; however, this is the visageless keeper of it all.
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Hi. Does anyone else find this slightly disturbing?
“NetIdentity was founded in 1996 as Mailbank.com after the company discovered that 70% of the U.S. population shares one of only 9,000 last names. Using a computerized phone directory, NetIdentity sorted out the most common surnames and began buying them. … NetIdentity controls versions of the surnames of 69% of the US population.”
Of course, my last name is probably in the bottom 1% of last names by commonality in the United States, so i’m not worried so much as i am disturbed. Although, i suppose with however many hundreds of thousands of “Smith”s or “Miller”s or “Donaldson”s there are in America, i’d rather have some benign webmail service own my family name than some teenaged netizen with a webcam and a low SAT score. However, that’s only the case in America – in some other countries it’s a different story.
One final thought before i head out for my Friday night: i really am partially or totally naked in the apartment as much as my cam would indicate. Of the last four occasions of Gina coming downstairs to see me, i have had to put on additional clothing before opening the door all four times. Needless to say, Gina is a bit disconcerted. Anyhow, we’re off to ramble around U-City, hopefully winding up at Aim’s place. Did i mention the members only area of cam archives? Maybe you should be on the notify list… hearing me whine about my life on a more personal basis is a small price to pay for being able to treasure the many partially nude moments i’ve had on the webcam.
I’ll leave you with that.
Okay…. psychological crisis neatly averted. Dr. Robot Nancy calmly talked me off of my psychological ledge and convinced me that i just need to do some laundry and buy a g-string tomorrow. Err… some g-strings. Err… make that some guitar strings. There. That makes it much less sexual and keeps it neatly separated from the romantic tangles which i have been neatly avoiding any mention of. I suppose you should be subscribed to the mailing list :p
ugh. no wonder i usually sleep all night on monday.