Today I sat at my desk, eating my meat loaf and assorted vegetables, with my screen saver clock ticking away when I suddenly had the feeling that something was going down. Something awful. Something inevitable that I was helpless to avoid.
With a waggle of the mouse I wiped away the screen saver to reveal a blinking Yahoo! Messenger panel containing that message which every man hopes is never delivered.
The death of high fidelity is another interesting article in the same vein as the one I linked to back in September (Turned up to 11).
“With all the technical innovation, music sounds worse,” says Steely Dan’s Donald Fagen.
Well sometimes I get mail in my box from out in the ether.
And when I look at all the things, they suggest that I need a harder boner.
‘Cos since Pfizer launched that pill, well my ‘box has been a mess.
And I’ve missed the kind of spam that I always used to get.
“Wont you place an order?”, “stop being a fool between the sheets.”
Why don’t you place an order for Viagra… Viagra?
Do you want to satisfy? Get it up at the fourth try? Do it like a porn star?
We promise this is not a scam, we just want to take your ham and fix it for ya.
Did you shop online, so you can have good times, when you’re feelin’ horny?
And did you pay the fine you were dodging all the time, for import duty?
Yeah