Vacation Over

So, I took another long vacation without telling my adoring fans (*crickets chirping*).  Anyway, the results on my first test are in, and after two weeks of waiting… only one person who searched with one of my adjectives came to the site.  “Unexplained thing in the air” is not at all interesting either.  As a matter of fact, this person could have searched “ufo” to say the same thing.  Uggh, failure.  Hopefully my second test will yield more satisfying results.

To make matters worse, two bad things happened to me recently.  First off, the power adapter to my laptop stopped working while I was on vacation, trying desperately to find a wireless internet connection to hijack.  According to my girlfriend fiancee, there was a spark; I only heard a pop and fizzle behind me.  This post is being written at work after hours– how pathetic.

Secondly, there is a boa on the loose in my building.  The upstairs tenant says he went missing a couple days ago, and that he might be getting hungry.

Psych Studies

I’ve kind of had this piqued interest in psychology, specifically Internet-based mentality, recently.  Therefore, I propose to create a few tests to satisfy my curiosity.  I already have a couple tests planned out, one of them you will find out about soon.  The other one may require a bit of setup before I post it.  I should wait before saying anything else.

This is truly exciting.  On a separate note, yay 25th post!

Aaron Watch: Days One, Two and Three

I finally got my Internet connection back tonight.  I called once each the past two days and received nothing but grief from the cable company technical support hot-line.  But that has not been a big issue, given that Aaron has been a handful.  The first day he was mostly quiet, after he came home from camp he read his book.  I left him to get the mail and came back to find him hiding a dirty magazine behind his book.  I naturally took it, there was an argument, and it ended off with a chilling remark, “Well, fine.  There’s more where that came from anyway.”  With that he locked himself in his room and I could not even get him out for dinner.

The next morning, yesterday, I banged on the door and yelled through it for twenty minutes and he finally opened it, looking groggy.  I silently pushed him along, knowing he had been up all night doing God knows what.  I was an hour late for work because of him.  What tops it all off is that after camp, he pestered me with the question “where do babies come from?” all afternoon.  Wouldn’t he have learned that from the porno magazines?  I dodged the question anyway.

Does not matter, though, because today took the cake.  I had the gall to leave him alone while I picked something up from the office.  When I came back the kitchen had already seen two disasters.  The first disaster is spaghetti sauce and Parmesan cheese all over the counter top.  The second is a pile of neatly thrown pukeon the tiled floor.  My kitchen smells like a one-year-old’s Olive Garden birthday party.  Unfortunately, he probably got foodborne illness from undercooked meatballs.  And his mother says he can cook.

I just finished cleaning the mess, and I’m fed up with him