August 12th, 2004

My Widdle Bwain

It's The End Of The Gummies As We Know Them

The last of the rebellious gummies are gone. Of their once great rebellion only one lone gummy remains, and he too shall be consumed momentarily.


Yup, no more gummies.

*ahem* So, where was I? Ah yes, the fall of the gummy empire. They fell quickly, at the end. It seemed almost as if the repeated attacks wore down their will until at one point, they just kind of fell apart. After that it was easy to hunt down the small bands of gummies ranging here and there, some still clinging to each other for support and some striking out on their own.

It seemed that the red ones were the main glue holding the group together. Once enough of the Reds were pulled out, the cohesion was lost and the gummy society just kind of disintegrated. (It seems there should be a deeper meaning in that, but I think I shan't deign to make comments on various governmental theories or historical occurances here.)

So now it is time to go out and find a new enclave of gummies. Only time will tell if these new gummies shall provide the entertainment the old ones did.
My Widdle Bwain

Sufficiently Paranoid?

I'm wondering if I should be paranoid about this or not... For a week or so now I've been having messages left on my answering machine for a "Bernice Moore". I don't know any Bernice Moore, but we have gotten junk mail for her every now and then, so I assume that she was a previous tenant.

I didn't think too much about it until yesterday I asked one pertient question: How did they get this phone number for her? Even if she was a previous tenant, I seriously doubt that she would have had exactly the same phone number.

Should I be worried that there this Bernice person is using my contact information? I'm worried that there might be some kind of identity theft going on here. Am I being overly paranoid, or should I be following up more on this? (And if so, how on earth would I go about it?)