Here I currently reside in the computer lab. Yes, I did convince the technition that I had showered within the past month (Untrue, by the way, everygood hobo knows that showers are prohibited in the months that lie between September and April), and that I was going to use the College's computer resources for something valid (also untrue). So here I sit. I find this room awkward because I am frequently stared at through the windows that line 50% of the wall space, and the women sitting beside me keeps glancing frightenedly in my direction and moving her purse closer to her person. I don't blame her. It's probably not often that one would see a hobo daintily resting on an uncomfertable reclyning chair, pecking away at the computer keys with large, unwashed hobo hands. VERY unlikely that you have ever whitnessed such a phenomonon.
Other than the nervous female, there seems to be very little activty going on in this room. Everyone is pecking away at their keywords like zombies. Their eyes have even glazed over, as they type whatever it is that they find is worth their time to type. It seems as though the life has just been sucked right out of them. And now their lifeless digits are pecking out random numbers that have no meaning at all to a normal person. Maybe it is this evil room. Maybe when they walk in-WHOOSH!- the life gets sucked right out of them. Then perhaps they are controlled by the lab technition (because she seems to be in working order) and they must type millions of compliments to her before she will allow them to leave. It started out so innocently, the simple, often-ignored, lab tech just wanted some attention. So she used the lab's hypnotic powers to control the students who flock to this room....just for a little while. Then she would release them to go on with their scholarly lives. But, as is the way of all super villions, she got power-hungry. Now she controls the minds, and the hands, of any innocent student who happens to walk within the doors. She must be stopped!! Before she wants to control the mind of this unbathed hobo!! Oh, wait. I'm feeling a little....whoozy. I'd better get out of here!! And maybe I should compliment the super-villion on the lovely shade of fuscia she decided to destroy her hair with.....maybe then she will let me live.....
She might get suspicious if you call her hair a super villain shade of lovely fuscia, Bebo...
ReplyDelete~Hugo
So this IS Bebo? I'm too tired to know who's who, although it does rather sound like him...
ReplyDeleteJoe
Of COURSE it's Bebo! I am rather insulted that you should suspect me, however vaguely, of making that many spelling and grammar errors...
ReplyDelete~Hugo
(Bebo, I AM being silly, and not a pompous jerk:)
may I just say, I didn't knowtice a single error. I doubt there were any. Hugo just says there is in order to make himself more superior sounding and he knows that none of us is going to actually go back and check. :)
ReplyDeleteOh, Lydia, dearest. "Knowtice" is not a word. Of course you wouldn't "knowtice."
ReplyDeleteActually, Hugo, that is how I knew it was Bebo. There were certain errors I knew you would only make on your most un-caffeinated of days... maybe.
Joe (duh)