the awesome/terrifying freedom

wow, check out the comments! post one! this gets really fun when people play along. apparently there are a bunch of people out there who think that -I- am the person who is making the zipcodealert.com phone calls. yes, that's what i do from my cubicle all day. i sit here with a phone book and i speak in a creepy friendly woman's voice trying to scare the shit out of you by inferring that your kids may be threatened.

what's even funnier is the number of people who don't understand how to use their internet browsers. they get the creepy phone call telling them 'your kids are going to be raped! raped! get online now! go to zipcodealert.com! go now! go for your kids!' and so aunt june puts down the cross-stitch and saunters over to the computerizer-thingy and thinks 'i think i'll give this here intranet thing a go-round.' and she types into yahoo search 'zipcodealert.com.' guess what. i'm the only link. she clicks on it and is inundated with trashy gay smut! smut! pictures of cats! pictures of giant plastic dongs!

and aunt june can't figure it out. 'why would this homosexualist call me up, pretend to use a woman's voice, and tell me to go to this website?'