Whute Ben

Just got booted out of a seminar I was supposed to be attending this morning. Apparantly I fergot ta confirmed my attendances. Gawdammit.

Gone are the days when you could just read an email reminder to attend a seminar. Now there are all sorts of challenging requirements, like you hafta open the email, click on the linkages there and scroll down the webpage that opens until ya see a confirmation button and click on that. Maybe that's a built-in device to eliminate the stupid - if ya can't follow these instructions, then you shouldn't be here. That way the speaker won't have to dumb down the presentation, just fer the likes of me.

In other news, The Son has come up with a dazzling array of gibberish for us to decipher. Let's see, there's the blacklisted words, which we try to discourage him from saying:

1. Bitch (bridge)
2. Cock (clock)
3. Shit (sit)
4. Fuck (frog)

I'm not making this up. The blacklist is seriously a problem. He particularly enjoys screaming these words in taxicabs. To alleviate the problem, I try to avoid the taxicabs with the frogs in them.

There's the whitelisted words which we are still trying to get him to say correctly:

1. Whute ben (white van)
2. Boo Ka (blue car)
3. Back Ka (black car)
4. [hhmmmmm] (copper sulphate)
5. [hhmmmmm] (pursuant to section 7 of the Companies Act)
6. [hhmmmmm] (I have a Rhodes Scholarship)

Not much headway on the whitelist either.