DANGER! Well, kinda.
Hi everyone! Not really a blog as such, but I felt I had to share
my concerns with you all.
So I made a comment, and someone made a comment on my comment, and that someone was called Gerry. So I thought, well perhpas I should add Gerry as a friend, I mean it's only polite.
I tracked the man back to his page and clicked on the 'add friend' link - and was rewarded with a most peculiar message:
"Are you sure you want to ask Gerry to be your friend?" The computer asked. "WHY?" I suddenly wanted to ask. "What has he done? WHO has he done? What do you know, computer, that I don't? Do I even want to know? How can I make such a pivotal decision when I am clearly not in possession of the full facts? Is this man a cult leader? A false beard salesman? Will he sweet talk me one minute, then the next I'm waking up with a duffel bag over my head, tied to a chair in my own living room whilst my treasures are being stolen around me? Will he hypnotize me? Bewitch me? Will I spend the rest of my days believing I'm a camel, flapping my lips and spitting on tourists? Or will he just vanish from the pub half a drink before his round? Are my wives and daughters safe? Do aliens exist - AND IS HE ONE OF THEM?
TELL ME computer, damn you! I CAN'T TAKE NOT KNOWING!
So anyway, I took the plunge and clicked 'yes'. If around the middle of next week my profile picture changes to a picture of my severed head being held aloft by an axe wielding maniac, then you'll know the computer was right.
I mean, who really knows anyone these days?
Love
Tony
So I made a comment, and someone made a comment on my comment, and that someone was called Gerry. So I thought, well perhpas I should add Gerry as a friend, I mean it's only polite.
I tracked the man back to his page and clicked on the 'add friend' link - and was rewarded with a most peculiar message:
"Are you sure you want to ask Gerry to be your friend?" The computer asked. "WHY?" I suddenly wanted to ask. "What has he done? WHO has he done? What do you know, computer, that I don't? Do I even want to know? How can I make such a pivotal decision when I am clearly not in possession of the full facts? Is this man a cult leader? A false beard salesman? Will he sweet talk me one minute, then the next I'm waking up with a duffel bag over my head, tied to a chair in my own living room whilst my treasures are being stolen around me? Will he hypnotize me? Bewitch me? Will I spend the rest of my days believing I'm a camel, flapping my lips and spitting on tourists? Or will he just vanish from the pub half a drink before his round? Are my wives and daughters safe? Do aliens exist - AND IS HE ONE OF THEM?
TELL ME computer, damn you! I CAN'T TAKE NOT KNOWING!
So anyway, I took the plunge and clicked 'yes'. If around the middle of next week my profile picture changes to a picture of my severed head being held aloft by an axe wielding maniac, then you'll know the computer was right.
I mean, who really knows anyone these days?
Love
Tony


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plus, i think there should be a 14 day opt out clause?
hehe
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