The internet... playground of the information junkie, porn freak, exhibitionist, social recluse and well... pretty much everyone and their dog these days.
I guess it's true that whatever you need you can get through one way or another via this marvel of our present day.
Usually I'm totally stoked that I can get my mitts on any piece of information I need. However something that's maybe not so apparent is the risk of finding information that you really don't want to know... or in my case, information that you don't want to know yet!
Being big contender fans, my girlfriend and I have been watching each episode avidly, cheering on our favourites and jeering our... rival boxers. Initially placing bets with each other on who will win each time (with the bet typically being the other has to do something sexually that the other wants if you lose).
We've 3 favourites who reached the final 4 - Jesse, Alphonso and Manfredo.
After watching the slugfest between Jesse "The Entertainer and nice guy" Brinkley and Anthony "there's something not quite there about you dude" Bonsante, and nearly wetting ourselves with the TKO in the final round, I decided I'd quite like to watch the fight again and went off searching for an AVI of it to download.
Unfortunately I stumbled across yahoo's webpage which blatently blurted out what happens in next weeks episode without any warning
It's only a TV program I know, and a reality TV program at that, but... well I kinda feel like I've just found out by accident that as a baby I was left on the doorstep by gypsies (something my sister has jibed about for a while anyhow ) and I'm totally gutted!
There's probably a moral to the story in there somewhere, but I'll be damned if I want to know it right now... cheers all the same.
Anyway, I'm still left with the dilemma of whether to tell my girlfriend that I know the next fight or not. I know she'll be gutted either way, being told prior to the fight, or watching the result next week, but... the info is in my fluff-filled noggin now and I kinda feel the need to own up.
*sigh*
eBay is giving me trauma too thanks to some dude who is pretending I haven't returned something to him and I wasn't bright enough to use recorded delivery to return it
So... I'll sink slowly down with the sunset with my red wine and cigarettes and hope tomorrow brings some balance to this tale of e-tragedy.
On the bright side, my SG t-shirts have arrived which I've been tarting around in ever since
I guess it's true that whatever you need you can get through one way or another via this marvel of our present day.
Usually I'm totally stoked that I can get my mitts on any piece of information I need. However something that's maybe not so apparent is the risk of finding information that you really don't want to know... or in my case, information that you don't want to know yet!
Being big contender fans, my girlfriend and I have been watching each episode avidly, cheering on our favourites and jeering our... rival boxers. Initially placing bets with each other on who will win each time (with the bet typically being the other has to do something sexually that the other wants if you lose).
We've 3 favourites who reached the final 4 - Jesse, Alphonso and Manfredo.
After watching the slugfest between Jesse "The Entertainer and nice guy" Brinkley and Anthony "there's something not quite there about you dude" Bonsante, and nearly wetting ourselves with the TKO in the final round, I decided I'd quite like to watch the fight again and went off searching for an AVI of it to download.
Unfortunately I stumbled across yahoo's webpage which blatently blurted out what happens in next weeks episode without any warning
It's only a TV program I know, and a reality TV program at that, but... well I kinda feel like I've just found out by accident that as a baby I was left on the doorstep by gypsies (something my sister has jibed about for a while anyhow ) and I'm totally gutted!
There's probably a moral to the story in there somewhere, but I'll be damned if I want to know it right now... cheers all the same.
Anyway, I'm still left with the dilemma of whether to tell my girlfriend that I know the next fight or not. I know she'll be gutted either way, being told prior to the fight, or watching the result next week, but... the info is in my fluff-filled noggin now and I kinda feel the need to own up.
*sigh*
eBay is giving me trauma too thanks to some dude who is pretending I haven't returned something to him and I wasn't bright enough to use recorded delivery to return it
So... I'll sink slowly down with the sunset with my red wine and cigarettes and hope tomorrow brings some balance to this tale of e-tragedy.
On the bright side, my SG t-shirts have arrived which I've been tarting around in ever since