OH MY GOD THE AWESOME
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dragonlady7So my last entry? With the whole thing, with the spam about the Romantic Getaways To Propose To Your Partner and that? That Z did a spoof of where he replaced strategic phrases with the word "penis"?
Z blogged that, briefly, on his own blog.
THE GUY CALLED US.
We get home from work, and we've been in the house like two seconds, and the phone rings. I answer. The guy, in a heavy French accent, asks for DavEEd. I say, uh, who is this? Partly conditioned by my work environment, where I answer phones corporately.
He says something largely unintelligible, and says he's from somethingorother. "I'm sorry," I say, "I didn't catch that."
"A French company," he says impatiently.
"Uh," I say. I don't have a mute button, and can't put him on hold to transfer him, so my normal method of passing on information like this is not an option. Z is standing there half out of his shoes, in a puddle of snow, watching me in confusion. (We'd both expected his mother, who's the only one who uses that phone line.) Since he's not on hold I can't safely say, "It's some whackjob from France," so I just shrug and hand it to Z.
Who then spends like ten minutes on the phone, not saying much, looking increasingly incredulous. Finally he says, "Dude, how much did it just cost you to call me internationally to tell me to fuck off?"
IT WAS THE DUDE FROM THAT COMPANY. Somehow within like one hour of Z blogging about it, he'd found the entry and had phoned him up.
I SWEAR I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP.
"You cannot call our company ridiculous! Eet es not fair. We haf good international reputation!"
"Have your lawyer call my lawyer," Z said finally. "Really, dude, it's cool."
Who does that? How awesome is that? I am so hugely amused by this whole thing. Go, go click on that other link before someone browbeats Z enough to take it down. How to Show Her Your Penis In Paris
Oh, addendum: I thought this dude was some crazy-awesome detective and was so super-impressed until I realized that Z had our home phone number listed in his profile at the social networking site where he blogs. Which makes sense, as it's a local social networking site and we do hang with these people. Still and all-- it is the Internet!!
Z blogged that, briefly, on his own blog.
THE GUY CALLED US.
We get home from work, and we've been in the house like two seconds, and the phone rings. I answer. The guy, in a heavy French accent, asks for DavEEd. I say, uh, who is this? Partly conditioned by my work environment, where I answer phones corporately.
He says something largely unintelligible, and says he's from somethingorother. "I'm sorry," I say, "I didn't catch that."
"A French company," he says impatiently.
"Uh," I say. I don't have a mute button, and can't put him on hold to transfer him, so my normal method of passing on information like this is not an option. Z is standing there half out of his shoes, in a puddle of snow, watching me in confusion. (We'd both expected his mother, who's the only one who uses that phone line.) Since he's not on hold I can't safely say, "It's some whackjob from France," so I just shrug and hand it to Z.
Who then spends like ten minutes on the phone, not saying much, looking increasingly incredulous. Finally he says, "Dude, how much did it just cost you to call me internationally to tell me to fuck off?"
IT WAS THE DUDE FROM THAT COMPANY. Somehow within like one hour of Z blogging about it, he'd found the entry and had phoned him up.
I SWEAR I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP.
"You cannot call our company ridiculous! Eet es not fair. We haf good international reputation!"
"Have your lawyer call my lawyer," Z said finally. "Really, dude, it's cool."
Who does that? How awesome is that? I am so hugely amused by this whole thing. Go, go click on that other link before someone browbeats Z enough to take it down. How to Show Her Your Penis In Paris
Oh, addendum: I thought this dude was some crazy-awesome detective and was so super-impressed until I realized that Z had our home phone number listed in his profile at the social networking site where he blogs. Which makes sense, as it's a local social networking site and we do hang with these people. Still and all-- it is the Internet!!
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Date: 2008-01-24 11:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-24 11:18 pm (UTC)Dude is crazy.
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Date: 2008-01-24 11:25 pm (UTC)*checks and makes sure her phone number isn't on the web*
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Date: 2008-01-25 12:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-25 01:25 am (UTC)Also he couldn't pronounce "penis".
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Date: 2008-01-25 01:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-25 03:35 am (UTC)In the original it's all about weird tacky shit (http://www.apoteosurprise.com/prestationpeluchesEN.htm).
Just, do it for me, as you read it; every time it says "declaration of love" just say "penis".
The pain eases, a little.
But WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD DO THIS, is what I want to know. The more I look at the site the more I think, this is not a real business, this is a DISTURBED INDIVIDUAL.
Don't the "surprise" descriptions read like some sort of weird, somewhat-poorly-written sexual fantasy?
Only, without the reassurance of blatant rock-off-getting?
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Date: 2008-01-25 08:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-25 11:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-25 08:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-27 12:16 am (UTC)