I don’t know what kind of secrets he thinks I have. Most of my secrets are boring things like “add stock to beans to make them taste better” or “don’t spend all of your money on stupid junk”. I mean, sure, there’s the occasional pin number or password but who ever says those out loud? Of course, now Adam thinks he has a direct line to my subconscious, through which he can pry all of my deep, dark, thoughts. Joke’s on him, it’s all meaningless gibberish based on whatever I happen to be dreaming about! Haha!
Also, Adam worries more about being spied on than any other person who has ever requested that I chronicle their misadventures and post them all over the internet for thousands of stranger all across the world to see.My current theory is that it’s some kind of weird cognitive bias where he’s fine as long as he isn’t being viewed in real time. Further studies required.
Oh, and I got promoted today. :D
How many promotions is that now? ‘Grats!
Two: lead at the beinning of the season and supervisor now. Guess I’m alright at caricaturin’. :D
To what? EXECUTIVE person-who-sits-out-in-the-heat-and-draws-silly-pictures-of-silly-people?
That’s SUPERVISOR person-who-sits-out-in-the-heat-and-draws-silly-pictures-of-silly-people to you!
I also get to carry and arrange more boxes and make schedules now.
I cannot get over how appallingly appropriate our avatars are for the decidedly un-witty banter that gets passed between us. Me and my (usually) horrible jokes and you and your equally bad response, which can usually be construed to irritation to match the death glare your avatar has.
Haha, it’s funny because my bad responses are often interpreted as irritation when I’m NOT on the internet!
I remember that time you talked about WoW in your sleep. You were mumbling about something in the forest.
Also yay promotions!
OH NO MY SECRETS!!
Oh wait, it’s not a secret that I was a WoW addict.
My ex would sometimes talk in her sleep (especially when she took melatonin, a naturally occurring neurotransmitter that causes sleepiness and deep sleep). She’d be in the middle of a dream, and I’d be chatting away with her. It was really funny, because as soon as I would talk to her, I’d be seamlessly inserted into the dream as another character (never myself).
We’d chat for a while, then I’d wake her up (I had to, she didn’t stop once she started) and freak her out by describing events from her dream. Lots of fun.
That is so cool.
It was really funny when I’d get her talking about me in the dream. It was always so flattering and sweet. So she’d be talking about me, to me, thinking I was someone at a party or something.
All computer security is based on lengthening the amount of time it takes to decode information. Quickly getting info is much much different than eventually getting it.