The internet is a strange, interesting place, my friends. A great stash of information, millions of people sharing their interests and knowledge and opinions, and an ability to go from “Hey, funny!” to “Hm….” to “Uh-oh, I shouldn*t be reading this at work,” in a matter of minutes.
Today I was browsing (this is 21st century speak for “wasting time at work”) the forum on one of the webcomics I*ve started recently. I*ve chatted a bit with one of the creators and in addition to the hope that I might generate a little nugget of interest in This Game Sucks, I find the comic in question, Cheshire Grin, to be amusing and well-written. Anyway, I click one of the forum posters* profiles and end up at said poster*s LiveJournal. Here I find a link to a cute little “Measure your intelligence type” test. Fun stuff, and I discover that my dominant intelligence type is Linguistic Intelligence. Apparently this means I like words and stuff.
Now, after taking this test I find a link to the poster of this test*s blog (we are now three clicks from the Cheshire Grin forum) and find a series of rants including the one here, entitled Why I Can*t Rape My Wife, wherein the author spends a dozen or so paragraphs explaining why he thinks kinky sex is too much work. Here*s the link, for those of you who are interested (I won*t tell): http://www.theferrett.com/showarticle.php?Rant=24
Ah, the internet. Where you*re never more than three degrees from the danger of getting fired.