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Invisible Scream
Friday, July 16th, 2004 by joelSomebody is toying with me, and if that somebody is you, I’m telling you, you had better cut it out! I’m serious! This is no longer funny!
Okay, I mean, when you changed the password to log into the editing section of my web page, that was good, I’ll give you that much. And then when you befuddled me on how to log into my new E-mail server in order to retrieve my NEW password, that was pretty ingenious, I guess I owe you that. And then when you arranged for a power outage the rest of that day so that I could sit there and sweat it out in the dark, I am betting you laughed. Hey, who wouldn’t, right? Oh, and when you logged me out of the message board on my web page and changed the password, so I could no longer post, I bet you were snickering then, weren’t you?
Of course, the fact that you lined all this up just before I had to go in and work a 15-hour shift at my job got a little annoying. It’s hard to sleep when you are stewing, and it is hard to work when you are sleep-deprived.
But now that everything is resolved, and you have cut me off so that I can no longer view my own web page at home, well, the line has been reached, my friend. Reached, breached, and violated, alright? So just give me back viewing rights to my web page, okay? It ain’t funny anymore. And the fact that I will not be able to view this post when it goes out to the web is not funny either. None of it is funny. It’s more like Alanis Morrisette’s definition of ‘irony.’
