So I was like reading my brother weblog and stuff yesterday, . crookDIMWIT .: Tuesday Tidbits, and I thought that what his did was pretty funny. I asked him to send me the picture of Yoda he had used. I printed out a copy, pasted it to my company ID, and began wearing it around the building. The security in our building, the much storied Pinkerton guards, don't seem to mind that my picture is that of Yoda.
But today I went to the studio for lunch and had to get past the Disney Security folk. The woman checking IDs did a double take on my ID and said, "That's not you." I was forced to remove Yoda and show my real picture. At least someone is on the ball.
After lunch I sat back down at my desk to read this bit of spam in my inbox:
From: Khristina [mailto:firstname.lastname@example.org]
Sent: Wednesday, September 18, 2002 5:09 AM
Subject: Ik am be looking
I wanting to meet man from West Europe/North America/Asian?
Men in mine Country not so well.
I think it's fucking hilarious.