I'm still chortling over my cleverness as Darius and I zing witticisms and appalling unintended puns about the dead and how many bar codes to a dead body and whether one should program in how many visitors to the site (of course no pun intended!!). How cool is to be writing software for a funeral home? Our pithy exchange blips when msn offers up a "you and Darius both have web cams so you can see each other". Blind panic propels my hand over my boobs even as I contemplate the various states of undress Darius has already seen me in, while my blood boils at this gross invasion of privacy! Since when does a woman have to be defensive about her choice of non attire when in bed exchanging silliness with an old buddy? And what is this absurd desire to keep wanting to see what's on the other end?? Have we lost complete sight of civilisation??!! How did this come to pass? (naturally, no pun intended this time either). I crack myself up... at least don't have to wonder about whoodunit.
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