So I was chilling out in the TARDIS today with my brand new 510 and passthrough googling various ways to combine lightning bug and Jessica Biel dna when my lovely young companion walks into my chamber.
*translated from Spanish
"Hey cool, is that the new e-cigarette thing you were talking about?"*
"Sure is! Pretty neat, huh?"*
"Why is it connected to the computer?"*
"It's a special charger that....heh...I'm smokin' Google hits!"*
"What!?"*
"Yeah..."
"How is that possible?"*
"You see, I download various flavor codes into this little box right here (points at battery holder) and then I search the internet for the perfect html combination that will spring them free like bunnies from a trap and onto my palette to be enjoyed like so much digital goodness"*
"Ohhhh...hey, cool"* (unsure, but not entirely disbelieving yet either)
"Yup..."
"Can I try it?"*
"My dear, starting smoking 435 years ago at that drunken boat party with Sir Walter Raleigh was the biggest mistake of my life. And starting an addiction at 22 is no way a good idea, I simply won't be responsible for a travesty of that magnitude. Next thing you know, you'll be stashing Marlboros in your skirt every time we pass a store"*
"Yeah?"
"Yeah..."
"So....what does MSN taste like?"*
"A little bland with a hint of bitter pomegranate"*
"And YouTube?"*
"Watermelon Pez"*
"Ok...and THIS?"* (she reaches over my shoulder and hits a link to WhiteHouse.gov)
(Deeeep inhale) "Mmmmm...sweet, sweet, milk chocolate...a big improvement over the last flavor which was Spaghetti-O's smothered in bbq sauce"*
"Yuck...I wouldn't even dip a pretzel in that!"*
"I don't think they had any pretzels within a 20 mile radius after 2003"*
"But Google is your favorite, why?"*
"Because every push of the 'I'm feeling lucky' button is a random free for all!"*
"Well don't be up all night at it, I hate waking you up when you are slumped on your desk in front of the computer. And DON'T be looking at porn...I'll smell it on your breath...."*
*translated from Spanish
"Hey cool, is that the new e-cigarette thing you were talking about?"*
"Sure is! Pretty neat, huh?"*
"Why is it connected to the computer?"*
"It's a special charger that....heh...I'm smokin' Google hits!"*
"What!?"*
"Yeah..."
"How is that possible?"*
"You see, I download various flavor codes into this little box right here (points at battery holder) and then I search the internet for the perfect html combination that will spring them free like bunnies from a trap and onto my palette to be enjoyed like so much digital goodness"*
"Ohhhh...hey, cool"* (unsure, but not entirely disbelieving yet either)
"Yup..."
"Can I try it?"*
"My dear, starting smoking 435 years ago at that drunken boat party with Sir Walter Raleigh was the biggest mistake of my life. And starting an addiction at 22 is no way a good idea, I simply won't be responsible for a travesty of that magnitude. Next thing you know, you'll be stashing Marlboros in your skirt every time we pass a store"*
"Yeah?"
"Yeah..."
"So....what does MSN taste like?"*
"A little bland with a hint of bitter pomegranate"*
"And YouTube?"*
"Watermelon Pez"*
"Ok...and THIS?"* (she reaches over my shoulder and hits a link to WhiteHouse.gov)
(Deeeep inhale) "Mmmmm...sweet, sweet, milk chocolate...a big improvement over the last flavor which was Spaghetti-O's smothered in bbq sauce"*
"Yuck...I wouldn't even dip a pretzel in that!"*
"I don't think they had any pretzels within a 20 mile radius after 2003"*
"But Google is your favorite, why?"*
"Because every push of the 'I'm feeling lucky' button is a random free for all!"*
"Well don't be up all night at it, I hate waking you up when you are slumped on your desk in front of the computer. And DON'T be looking at porn...I'll smell it on your breath...."*
