Wow. It is late today. I don't know what I really want to write about this morning. Actually, I started writing something for someone else's blog, something I am less than comfortable writing, and I spent some energy on it. It is a subject where I am clearly less than an expert – more of a guy subject. It deals with sweat and jock straps. Actually, I am not sure these athletes wear jock straps. Things to ponder.
Well, yesterday I did something stupid. I actually probably do stupid things every day, but a lot of the time, no one sees me or cares if they see me. Well, I performed some online test just for giggles, and it asked for an e-mail address. I know I should have used ~Deb's e-mail address. I normally do. Her address, for those of you that don't like to use your own is firstname.lastname@example.org. Don't try and e-mail her at the address, because she filters people out. But by all means, use the address for all kinds of Internet stuff. A porn site needs your e-mail address, use email@example.com. Don't worry about asking her about it, she is cool with it. She keeps her virus protection up-to-date, has rolls and rolls of saran wrap, and as a bonus, she gets flooded with pornographic e-mails. Most of them concern penis enlargement, but hey, you have to separate the wheat from the chaff (not the biblical reference, sweeties; I am good sometimes).
Anyway, I give my address by mistake, and I get the following e-mail message:
"Leesa, I know your e-mail address now. Deposit $100 in my paypal account or I am going to publish your e-mail address on ~Deb's site."
Well, here is how I think he got my e-mail address. I gave it to him by logging onto the site, and then he looked my e-mail address on google. Okay, you know it can't be Prata because he does not use Google – and he would just do some sort of peer-to-peer thing, go through my hard drive, and charge things with my American Express Card. I would not be the wiser. But this person. I just give my e-mail address to him. Arrggggg.
On a similar note, I have been looking at a police trap near Savannah lately. I go by the road and have noticed police several times. So if I get off I-95 at a particular point, I look to see who the police pull over.
I am not writing anything down, but I think they usually are pulling over young people (men and women) who have crappy cars. Okay, my car is not great, but when I was in college and just starting out, my car was really crappy too. I did not have much money, and I was pulled over a lot. Was I speeding? You are missing the point people! Police were targeting poor young people. Seems like they still are. Now admittedly, I did not get any tickets, but I was still pulled over. Because I did not smell of marijuana or have an AK-47 in the back seat, I got tons of warnings. I am guessing warnings never made it to a database because, well, how many warnings until you get a ticket? Actually the first ticket I got, I can remember coming home distraught, crying, thinking "I am not beautiful anymore. I got a ticket." I also did not get sympathy from my hubbie – Speedy Gonzales.
I don't get caught in speed traps that often, mostly because I am older and have a nicer car. Still getting caught in Internet traps. Crap.
By the way, looks like I was the guest blogger on Ddot's site today. For the few of you who have not read him, check him out on any day but today. If you want to read Leesa on Ddot, check him out today.
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