Ktria's Little World

I'm writing from a hotel room in Tampa - but a different hotel this time! Who says I don't have variety in my life? Anyway, to get onto the annoyingly slow wireless internet at this new hotel, I had to click through the usual disclaimer. Except that this time I actually read the disclaimer, because the following excerpt caught my eye:

In offering Internet access, Rapid Systems Inc, cannot guarantee that information found through the Internet is either accurate, authoritative, or factual. If you feel that information you have obtained via the Internet is inaccurate or offensive, we suggest you contact the original producer/distributor of that information.

Gasp! The Internet might lie to me! The Internet might offend me! And if either of these terrible things should happen, my first inclination would surely be to blame the obvious culprit: the company that administers the network for the hotel where I logged on to the Internet that brought me such trauma. Clearly they're the ones at fault here.

Because this disclaimer is here, it's entirely likely that this actually was somebody's thought process. That's what worries me.

The disclaimer also says that you can't download porn. Not that I was planning to, but I wonder what their justification is. It's legal (and anyway, there's a whole separate section that prohibits illegal activities). Does it put the ISP at risk in any way, technically or legally? Or is this just an extra layer of ass-covering? Your opinions...

Today what makes me happy is a Hyundai Sonata with a sunroof. I finally got a rental car that isn't a piece of crap!

Much as I detest l33t-speak, I get a giggle out of the latest internet fad - and more generally, the idea of putting funny captions on cute pictures of cats.


I want a kitten now!

Today what makes me happy is hanging up a "My Goodness, My Guinness!" poster in our dining room. This condo is now officially awesome.

Remember the day after Halloween when you were a kid? You had more candy than you knew what to do with, and so did all your friends. So you laid it all out and traded around until you got rid of all the stuff that you didn't want (those weird skull-shaped lollipops) and got even more of the stuff you did (chocolate!) It was like being filthy rich, in a currency that actually mattered to kids.

Today, the day after Halloween, I went into work with a bag of candy. Ed and I did have a few trick-or-treaters last night (our first ever! We drank champagne to celebrate the big occasion) but of course there was a lot of candy left over, and I thought I would share it around the office. But almost every one of my co-workers walked in the door with a similar bag of candy. "No trick-or-treaters at your place either?" "Nope." A bunch of newly independent twenty-somethings, we stood around and bemoaned the lack of trick-or-treaters in apartment complexes. "You'd think it would be a jackpot for kids." "I even bought whole Hershey bars, and no one showed up!" My ears perked up at this. "You have whole Hershey bars?" I said. "I have Reese's and Snickers. Wanna trade?"

Some things never change.

Today what makes me happy is being home for two whole weeks. It's about time!