Tales of a supernova's daughter.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Picture this.

Five youthful ballroom couples with intense expressions are lined up perpendicular to the long-side mirror of the dance studio. The instructor, a slim Indian fellow, stands before them. They scrutinize his movements, their serious gazes locked upon his, uh, hips-ish region. In unison, they copy his motions, chanting under their breaths: "HUMP, and-A-two, HUMP, and-A-four," as they perform pelvic thrusts OVER and OVER again, for an hour last night. Know why? Because it's SAMBA. And we looked RIDICULOUS, but at least we looked ridiculous collectively. And we had drinks and food afterwards, and I stayed up waaay too late.

I just got a classic popup message from Outlook: "Now Deleting Items from the Deleted Items Folder." Does that mean that there's a folder somewhere for the items that I've deleted from the Deleted Items Folder? Which I originally deleted in the first place? Ahh, Microsoft.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

All people are ridiculous…including those that programmed Outlook.

Shinseiko said...

life wouldn't be nearly as fun if all people weren't ridiculous. :P