also, i have to say, something confounding happened tonight.
i was visiting my parents, and while my mother was playing computer solitaire (hearts? cell? whatever it's called), an errant IM window popped up from someone called "SKIFREAK777" (i think), demanding to know "wHo ThE FUK r U?", and "iS tHiS RENEE?"
after several minutes of (literal) squawking, my mom gave up the keyboard. i was more concerned that AIM opened spontaneously, in fact, under my mother's logged-in profile, knowing full well that my pre-teen sister is the only one who (knows how to) use(s) it.
the_skifreak continued pelting us with messages, and my mom
insisted that i respond with "this is HER MOTHER YOU'RE TALKING TO", which i tried to say would only make things worse. it didn't seem to penetrate her ears, and through the haze of sputtering mom-words all i could muster to type was "do you know who you are dealing with?"
this sort of worked, as the messages took on a different tone: "ReAlLy, WHO are yOu?"
i didn't bother. i signed off, changed some AIM prefs and tried to spin some damage control for my sister, who was off having dinner at a friend's house. i told my mom that it could be anyone, most likely someone compelely random, fucking around, etc etc.
but i did note that renee is a cousin's name.
to make a long story short, my sister comes home, and of course, proceeds to cut her own throat, as this seems to be her talent in life.
asked: "so who is skifreak777?"
her: "uh, dan"
(dan, as it turns out, is the name of the kid she was just eating dinner with)
mom: what? dan uses that language? was he just online? did you know he was IMing here?
sister: uh, yeah we both were... uh...
me: heh
mom: b..but.. was this while you were coming home? why would he do that? well you have to tell him i don't appreciate that language!
sister's face: drooping
me: heh heh
sister: wait, see i
think someone was just online using my screenname, while i was at dan's, and we were trying to find out who that was.
mom: using that language?
sister: and we were just.. oh.. uh... NICK!
as usual, she thought i was (for whatever reason) using her AIM and that i tricked her and turned her in.
this is a bad story, right?
epilogue: my stepfather later asked: "do you ever, you know, use language like that, you know, online?"
