I’m really glad that my wife didn’t shut off my computer while I was in the shower last night.
It’s not like I have anything to hide. Well, except for “sexy_veronica," whose chat box popped up while I was shutting everything down just before the shower, but I don’t know her and I wasn’t talking to her and I even blocked her...honest!
You see, I use Skype. I keep it on all the time, but I don’t run it in that stupid “Skype Me!” mode because then, well, you’re just asking for trouble. They will Skype you, and how! They’ll Skype you until your eyes bleed.
I just run it in “visible” mode, which shows people I’m online but isn’t a glowing, pulsating beacon begging for abuse to be heaped upon me mercilessly until I scream like a little girl. It’s just an indicator that I’m online and available, which I prefer because I have an open invitation out there for anyone who’d like to hire me and thus contact me on Skype, which they never do.
One thing I do get on occasion is invitations from sexy_veronica and busty_betty, who are always “new in town, and looking for someone to show them around.“ They always want to show me their picture first, but I don’t want to see their picture, let alone take them around town, because I know what they’re really up to and I can tell you right now it’s not something that’s healthy for a married man.
So I hit the “block” button. That’s all it takes and they’re gone forever, or at least until they make a new profile called “sultry_susie” or “lovely_lorna."
What happened yesterday is that sexy_veronica sent me a kindly invitation to look at her picture, and then show her around town before finally going back to her place for a wild night of passionate, uninhibited monkey sex, but being the old married stick-in-the-mud that I am, I just blocked her. Thing is, the chat window with the invite stayed open because I forgot to close it because I was busy working on other stuff in my web browser. So, it just stayed right there all day long, smoking a cigarette while waiting for me to take a break.
Finally, really late in the evening, I realized that I smelled funny from slaving over a hot computer for hours on end, so I thought I’d take a shower and give the computer a rest. I initiated the shutdown sequence, which involves a lot of patience due to this being a four-year-old PC with less RAM than one would like, and I sat here waiting for systems to shutdown because sometimes it hangs up and I’ll come back hours later to some little box on the screen that’s asking me if I want to shut off this program or that program, like that’s not what I wanted to do in the first place, you dumbass computer. So I have to “ok” the box when it pops up and then it’ll shutdown completely.
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