  Well, my mugus will have to wait if they're going to meet me in Amsterdam. Too bored to carry on with this bullshit.
And I've got a tummy ache. Bother. Me, I still cannot find that soy bean milk store. Oh, and today: I had a goal and another that would have been a top left curler - if we had real goalposts. Otherwise I didn't have much to do. I spent most of the morning at G's who was showing me this urlLink particularly interesting piece of software.
The page says Microsoft is ripping it off, as they always have. It's a dashboard and you type a query, for instance my name into the box, and it brings up all the e-mails, photos of me, my latest blog entries, ICQ messages I may have ever sent you, etc. Which brings us to the next generation of cyber stalking. Was pretty creepy the first time I saw it.
This is like Gmail's filtering feature thing on a cocktail of steroids. It's quite awesome if you're doing 419 baiting and have to deal with 20-30 people simultaneously and got to deal with all the pics of themselves in compromising positions and fake contracts and faxes and voicemails and summaries of their lies in short text notes so you can keep up a decent facade. Sometimes they're so bad at bluffing that I start to feel like a conman myself. Even though my only aim is to waste all their time at airports holding placards and posing in a picture holding signs that say something like "IVANNA TINKLE" or "I LOVE MANBOOBS, INC" or something like that.
So far, of course, all of them want to meet me in Amsterdam, so I pretty much have no photos waiting to clog up my 1 gig Gmail inbox. Yet. Bastards. Meanwhile, I've got to find some food around the house to go with the Coke. Bye. 
