Free Draw

I was in the bathrooms in the link and saw on the door a flier looking for a new flatmate. Apparently there were two fun-loving guys and two relaxed girls looking for someone easy-going, and there was an option of free furniture. Including 2 draws. Sigh. I know I shouldn't get annoyed at random people but I was really tempted to text the girl and say, "sorry I think you meant 'drawers'". The only thing that stopped me, apart from my inner cool-kid saying "who cares you nerd?", was that I'd have to text her and then she'd have my number. She might be able to track me down and expose me for the geek I am! In countless ways! One way, for example, is to constantly ring my number in public places until eventually she sees who it is answering. Or, a second way, is to get the police to track my number like they do in that movie with Will Smith where he was a cop or something and then he knew too much so they wanted to kill him or something and they had cameras everywhere and could track his cellphone. Or something. Scary stuff.

This led me to wondering to when I'd become so judgemental, such a grammar/spelling nazi. This in turn led me to think about Godwin’s law of internet arguments. Basically this says the longer an internet argument goes on for, the probability of a reference being made to Hitler or the Nazis approaches one, or is inevitable. And then the argument is over. I learned this from QI with Stephen Fry and this was where my train of thought paused for a moment as I giggled to myself (still in public I might add). I love how I've learned so many things from that show, while being entertained, but how it’s also made me doubt so many of the things I thought I knew. It happens to other people too: I was playing Cranium and the other team was asked what the largest mammal to have ever lived is (or something quite similar to that) and the answer is of course, the blue whale. But because Alan Davies has been caught up on saying the blue whale to similar questions so many times and losing points they were too scared to answer it, even though they knew it. It was great! Nothing like doubting the knowledge you've painstakingly absorbed from a variety of sources throughout your life.

For instance, today (well, over the past few months but coming to a head today) I had to readjust my perception of past sexual activity. That's a weird sentence. Not mine. People in general. According to my mind, in the past everyone was like they are in Pride and Prejudice, well behaved, no hanky-panky and just looking for their own Mr. Darcy to love and be loved by. Not because they were more innocent or anything but because, surely, eventually someone would just end up pregnant? As far as I know they didn't have contraception so it's inevitable right? And I’m almost certain that the whole sex before marriage thing was frowned upon most of the time. I just thought it didn't really happen.. My office mate assures me this is most certainly not the case and from the sounds of it people were at it like rabbits. Which makes sense, there are lots of us about today...

Anyways, the gist of all this is that I didn't text that poor girl with her free draw. But I was *this* close.