Thursday, October 27, 2005 To click. Or not to click. At the end of the day, you're still ripping off Shakespeare. This NSFW window has been open in my browser for almost an hour now. I keep staring at the black box, the pale flesh beside it. I know that it wouldn't be so very wrong to click on the image and remove the black box. I am not at work, Roomie 2.0 and guest in the other room wouldn't judge me. (Much.) And, I mean, Mr. Survivor is staring RIGHT AT the camera. He POSED. It's not like he didn't know this could happen. So the only person this really hurts is me. I have to decide -- do I want to see what Jeff Probst looks like, beneath the khaki? Am I prepared for this image to be seared into my brain every time I "accidentally" watch an episode of Survivor (it's like tripping and falling into an abyss, see, an abyss that strangely resembles a catty grown-up version of Wild and Crazy Kids)? The Probst is a good-looking man. I find his dry wit and no-nonsense attitude quite refreshing. But does that mean that I really want to see his wound ferret? (That one's not mine, sadly. Kate Winslet has dibs.) (The parentheticals, man! They're out of control!) The answer is no, I think. No. I do not want to click the pic. I am capable of restraint. I am capable of self-control. Besides, at this point, it'd be a let-down. Maybe. Oh, I don't know... The Internet sure brings us together, doesn't it? | permalink blog • archives • photos • about • contact This work is licensed under a Creative Commons License. All content © 2004.