Monday, September 18, 2006
A porndog ruined my working day
I think that one of my fellow scholars here at the Reykjavík Academy has sadly misunderstood the meaning of the phraze "anal-yze". Here I was working hard on a highly important topic concerning mortality in the eighteenth century when I thought to myself: "Hmm, maybe I should check out the shared files on I-Tunes to see if anyone's got some nice and mellow tunes for me to listen to while I work". Well, actually it was my desk mate who thought this, but as my world revolves around me, I had forgotten all about that when I wrote the previous sentence.
So anyway, much to our dismay, we discover that someone doesn't know enough about the privacy thingy on I-Tunes and has accidentally shared his girls-like-other-girls'-bottoms-a-tad-bit-too-much-for-our-taste videos. This has needless to say destroyed our working day and we have spent the last few hours cooking up conspiracy theories about which one of these distinguished scholars is a super-perv in hiding.
I hate it when pervs ruin my working mojo!