If you get an email thanking you for your purchase with a link to download the order details, don’t fall for it. I apparently just spent $687 with Bobijou Inc. with my credit card. Jokes on them…I don’t HAVE a credit card! They were hoping I’d click the attachment in panic over the misspent money.
It didn’t help their case that the email had 12 addresses in the “To:” field, but they’re getting trickier. Be safe when reading email! When in doubt, Google (a search of Bobijou Inc will let you know what’s going on very quickly).
I play games on my phone on a dating site. Once in a while, people will send me messages. If they are real people, I try to respond and be nice, but I haven’t talked to anyone on there that sparks my interest.
Lately, most messages are from scammers who want your email address. It’s amazing how they all say “I am [insert name here] by name.” Always “by name.” The grammar is always terrible, too.
Usually I ignore them. Then, just a few minutes ago, I got this, with the subject line Hello Handsome:
Greetings to you in the precious name of our Lord and happy Easter, how is your night? My is very very wonderful. Well i will like to know you more better if you don’t mind, Am Sophia Rose by name, i just awakened in the middle of the night, so i come on my laptop with thought that i believe was from Lord, so i was just fooling around the web when i suddenly came across your picture, and believe me i was totally swept off my feet because it takes an angel to make me feel the way i am feeling right now, if you don’t mind i will like to know more about you. am very back from you as soon as possible take a good care of yourself here is my Email is [redacted]@yahoo.com, and also add me on yahoo messenger, I’m anxious to hear from you real soon. Sophia
This one deserved a response. I hit the reply button, and typed:
I hope she replies…I have a good feeling about us.*
We were out of town for a few days this past weekend and left our dog Charlie with another family. We picked him up after we got back on Saturday night.
The family said that Charlie was a joy to have around, behaved well, and got along wonderfully with their kids.
Now he’s home, and he just lays there.
He hasn’t eaten. He’ll eat his traditional morning treats, but not his dog food. He mostly just lays on the couch looking bummed.
It’s normal for him to not eat when he’s lonely. When everybody’s home, this is a rarity.
I wonder what happened over the weekend? Did they feed him prime rib that his dog food can’t compete with? We sent his food with him, and brought back very little of it, and they say it’s what he ate.
Did he fall in love with that family and their kids? Does he not like it here anymore?
Worse yet…is he sick?
I hope he comes around soon. I’ve gone through a lot of dogs in my life. In most cases, my first stepdad (who was an asshole) would get tired of them and drive them somewhere remote and kick them out of the car and drive away (only to get another one as a birthday present for my mom or my sister, to later drive away and abandon).
One got hit by a car. One got heart disease and we had to have her euthanized. I don’t want to lose another one.
It’s amazing how school demonstrations can get so strange. My favorite is the DARE drug program where they passed around a bag of marijuana so we could smell it (and rat out our parents if we smelled it at home). The bag somehow got “lost” before it made it around the room.
this is a short story about how they taught kids in edmonton in the 80s about why it isn’t safe to climb powerlines or fuck around with electricity. it’s also about what was probably the best day of school ever.
it was the spring of 1987. i was in grade 2. we went to the gym for a safety…
I got a new follower tonight. After she followed, here’s what happened.
@RandomPerson: @_KennyVee_ followed you. follow back? :D
@_KennyVee_: @RandomPerson Tell you what…based on your timeline I have a feeling I’ll offend you away within a couple of days. If not, ask me again.
@RandomPerson: @_KennyVee_ oh. how so? im just getting followers for the moment.
@_KennyVee_: @RandomPerson How far back in my timeline did you read?
@RandomPerson: @_KennyVee_ i didnt read your timeline. O.O
@_KennyVee_: @RandomPerson Pro-tip…you may want to do that before following. My timeline gets pretty nasty, and you mentioned church in yours.
@RandomPerson: @_KenneyVee_ oh okay.
Suddenly my follower count dropped down by one.
Sure, I could have followed her back (although her timeline didn’t interest me at all) just to watch her reaction to the nasty shit I say over there sometimes. But she followed me because I mentioned Ron Weasley in a tweet where I fit in every trending topic but one (which I got in the tweet before).
I didn’t want to dun goof and be backtraced.
Still, in retrospect I may have been too nice. Next time this happens, I’ll figure they should have based the follow on more than one tweet.
The moral of this story is that this person has 1,492 followers, and I have 50. So there really is no moral, just the fact that I’m not as desperate for followers as she is.
Don’t get me wrong…I love that people are willing to put my drivel on their screen by choice. But I’m not for everyone, and that’s OK. But I doubt I’ll go out of my way to tell people not to follow me very often.
“I can’t even read this. Somebody asked me about Justin Bieber. I think the Justin Bieber thing is ridiculous. Leave the fucking kid alone. He’s playing music for his demo. Let his demo have it. Keep your dumb, fucking, bloggy, snarky hands off it, and let Bieber do his thing for… really, what Justin Bieber is about is a generation of young people who have become young adults who now have to accept that they’re on the giving end of allowance to a generation that they can’t see eye-to-eye with, instead of the receiving end like they were when they were kids. So shut your mouth, and let people who were born when you were in high school enjoy music they want to enjoy. And that’s it. Justin Bieber is not trying to replace your CD collection with his music. He’s trying to put music on a shelf for the first time for people who are nine and ten and eleven and twelve, and if that means that people are hearing pop music for the first time and they’ve got at least choruses and melodies? Stay out of the way, America. Stay the fuck out of the way. It’s not your business. Deal with it. Go have an 80s party or something.”—John Mayer on Justin Bieber (via gee-why)
Don’t be shy and tell me something about yourself, I am interested
03. Where are you from
Originally the L.A. area. Now southern Washington.
04. Meaning behind tumblr url
It’s my name. Well, my first name. I just like the way it sounds with “Vee” after it.
05. Favorite band/singer
This week? I’ve been on a John Mayer kick for a while, but the last thing I downloaded was No Diggity by Blackstreet. I listen to almost everything.
06. Favorite movie
Again: This week? Mary Poppins.
07. What do you hate the most
Not having a job.
I’m still pretty obsessed with Disney, but mostly 2004 and earlier. Since I’ve been gone, I don’t do as good of a job keeping up.
09. What do you want to be in the future
My silly life-long dream is to open the first theme park on the moon.
10. Ask me a random question?
Anybody can feel free to answer this…just put it in my ask or submit (or post it on your blog and send me a link): In as many or as few words as you want, what attraction would you design for a Disney theme park, or what would you change about an existing attraction?
11. If had to choose a fellow human to eat for your very survival, who and prepared how?
Depends on the situation, really. If I can save others by being the one eaten, I may volunteer (but who knows if I’d still feel that way if I was in that situation). If I had to eat someone, it would be Michael Eisner. BBQ’d, so I could pretend he was burning for what he did in his last 10 years in charge of Disney (as much as I hate him, his first 10 years were pretty good).
…but I’m also very tired. Amazing time at the Mariners game where my stepdad was an honorary groundskeeper for his 70th birthday. After the game the whole family got to hang out on the field, hang out in the groundskeepers’ office (where there were free sodas), then hang out on the field a little longer while the guy in charge took care of some business. All the kids got baseballs that were used in the game.
I tried (twice) to talk him into giving me one (in all the games I’ve been to, I’ve never caught a foul ball or home run ball), with no luck. 36 can still be a kid, can’t it?
Just a heads up that I’ve changed from un1k3n to KennyVee. For one thing, it more or less matches my twitter handle (@_KennyVee_). More importantly, “un1k3n” was part of my password at Universal Studios (Get it? “Un1”versal “K3n”?). Not only do I not miss that job (It was OK until my last promotion), but I am really not a fan of the whole l33t sp3@k thing. We were required to have numbers and letters, so I was stuck.
This blog itself isn’t changing…I’ll still be posting the same random assortment of Disney, ghost stories (I have a few left up my sleeve), and occasional suicide notes personal deep thoughts, plus whatever else. Same old same old.
I was always weirded out when I sold a cream cheese-filled pretzel at Disneyland and people would grab mustard. Mustard + pretzel = goodness, but mustard + cream cheese? I would just hope they weren’t going on the Teacups next.