The Domain of Devon

This is getting serious. There is an actual interest in more and more
parents wanting to get on Facebook.
Therefore, before we get to the tipping- (and then the breaking-)
point, I propose a new online coalition be finally implemented. It
shall be called "People Against Parents On Facebook", or P.A.P.O.F.
for short.

Details, meeting times, club badges and secret handshakes will be
announced soon.

My mom just asked me to set her up with a Facebook account. I'm shuddering just thinking about the possible repercussions.

My regular mouse just broke, so until later on today, I gotta borrow Fred Flintstone's mouse. (Notice the manufacturer's name in bright (blood-) red letters!)

Srsly! I got the cold AGAIN because some very 'sharing' people (I counted 6) insist on being generous with whatever bug was in their body this past week.
Now, normally, I won't scorn a person, but if I so much as hear you cough, sneeze, sniffle...even have that glassy 'fish-eyes' look, I will dump you in a vat of Lysol and Theraflu and then run the other way. I love you, but DON'T TOUCH ME!!

Seriously! I wasn't actively listening when it started playing on the radio, and my mind actually went through the entire song, even though I've never (and would never) sat down to listen to it! Weird...

I should probably post something new here, huh....oh well....

Today, I'm 25 years old. Still youngish. But for some reason I'm saying I'm a "quarter century old", and it's making me feel, well, old! Maybe I should stop saying the 'century' part. And it's no help that some kids in my neighborhood started calling me "Gramps" either.

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Enjoy!

Happy Pi Day 3.14 (March 14th)

Condensed version: I'm sitting in the back seat of the taxi, with a young girl sitting in the middle and an old guy on the other end. Girl says she's stopping at the next corner. Taxi driver acknowledges and stops at the corner. I get out, girl gets out, I begin to get back in, taxi driver starts driving with my foot still out the door.
Toes of my shoes (and my actual toes) slips below the back tire of the taxi. I yell in anger and pain....but mostly anger. Taxi driver says "Hard luck boss, I ain't see yuh!" I get even angrier and slam the door shut, with my entire body inside this time. Arrived at my destination two minutes later. I storm out the taxi. Taxi driver says "Aye boss, yuh ain't pay meh." I reply: "Hard luck boss, you @?#!!"

Honestly, I'm tempted to post the license plate number for the world to see, but I'm not that evil. I will say that (for any Trini readers) you can look out for a dark blue B13 taxi on the POS-Long Circular route driven by a short guy wearing huge sunglasses and a scar on his right arm, then BEWARE. And that's all I have to say.