But anyways, I was sitting here at work, looking for something to do. I normally just sit here anyways, but with school being out I have an inordinate amount of time to just sit here. I watched Pee Wee Herman's Big Adventure the other day. I watched Stranger Than Fiction the next day. Today I was all movie'd out, so I figured I'd just write something. Only problem is I had nothing to write about.
We got a couple inches of snow last night. Which is quite a funny story in its self. I go inside at 3, no snow at all. Come outside 2 hours later, and there is like 3 or 4 inches. I was pissed. But I was walking to work today and I slipped in the snow. I could write about that I thought. Then I realized that slipping in the snow is stupid. It snows all the time and people slip in it all the time. No one wants to read about it. Unless there is one of three things involved: Blood, broken bones or extreme embarrassment. So writing about that was out.
I was left just staring at a blank page, thinking about what to write. I decided to go and read some stuff on blogspot. I went to my web log on blogspot. Up at the top they have this little search thing where you can search your own web log, or whoever else's you happen to be viewing at the time. There is also a button up there that takes you to the next web log. I clicked it the other day and it took me to a quite informative web log that someone wrote about preventing pimples. It was a nice little read. I figured I'd click it again. Get a look see at what other people are writing. Maybe steal one of there ideas.
CLICK!
Four sets of boobies pop up.
Some kind of ad, I think.
Normally in a situation such as this I would just nonchalantly push the back button and everything would be fine. But I was at work and I started freaking out. Luckily no one else was in the office with me and the chances of someone showing up were roughly three percent. None the less I still freaked out.
I pushed the back button. Nothing. It didn't go back anywhere. I think the 4 pair of boobies may have changed to a new set of 4, but that's about it.
Apple Q, Apple Q damn it.
That didn't work either. It just popped up a new window.
"You have 4 other windows open. Quitting Safari will close those as well. Are you sure you want to quit."
I don't care, just get these boobies off the screen before someone comes in.
Ahhhh, they were gone.
I had a revelation at this time. I had been searching for something to write about. I wanted something to write about you could say. I wanted it and it was given to me. This seems to be happening a lot lately. Looks like I have something to write about after the break.
Those boobies popping up on my screen had given me something to write about. As fast as I decided to write about this experience I had decided that this experience didn't need written about.
Just as with my snow thing, I couldn't write about my porn experience, because it happens to everyone. Coming across porn on the internet whether intentionally or accidentally may be the most common thing in the world. No one wants to read about things that are common place.
So here I am now. Staring at the same page I was before. Only this time I'm not trying to think about what to write about. I'm looking back at what I wrote realizing that I shouldn't have written anything.