I mentioned in another post how I went to a balloon festival while I was in Vermont. It reminded me of the time a hot air balloon had to emergency land in my neighbors yard. I was about 6 or 7 years old at the time. I was minding my own business, riding my bike by myself up and down the block. All of a sudden, I noticed a hot air balloon slowly make its approach down my street. I was the first to spot it. I didn’t realize it wasn’t a planned landing. As a kid, I thought these poor folks just wanted to land on our street. So I watched them approach and realized they were in trouble! It seemed to me, they ran out of fuel or the balloon had a leak.
My best friend, who lived across the street, happened to be away on a family vacation. So she wasn’t there to witness a hot air balloon crash land in her next door neighbors back field. It was such a strange sight! Before I knew it our small suburban street, was filled with on-lookers and (I think) news vans. Luckily the people piloting the balloon were okay. It was good our neighbor (who also wasn’t home at the time) had a big yard for the balloon to land in. It was definitely a bizarre sight. It’s also a reason why I’ll never go on a hot air balloon ride. Although, I’d consider a tethered one if they weren’t so pricey.
So I got a bunch of panic emails from MySpace about my account. I was like, MySpace is still around?! Holy 2005, Batman! Back in college, MySpace was my jam. I looked forward to changing the layout of my profile, and adding new bands to my favorites list (the more obscure, the better!). Posting glitter graphics wasn’t my thing, I was too old at that point.
But MySpace was basically known for profiles with glitter graphics, obnoxious profile music playing when you opened someone’s page, and badly angled selfies taken with your Maria Sharapova edition Powershot. I was definitely guilty of the infamous “MySpace angles.” Please enjoy this picture from 2006ish. Please note the bumped hair with emo color. Also note, cleavage for the flooziness factor!
ANYWAY, there was a point to this post, aside from showing cleavage, promise. I got a tad sidetracked making fun of my college self(ie). I got a panic message from MySpace informing me clueless Russian H@xx0rz have hacked into their system and took a bunch of users personal info. I audibly laughed! Those silly hackers spent valuable time hacking into a completely irrelevant website. High five guys, you really won big for Mother Russia! To their defense, it’s probably still 2005 in Russia.
The hack doesn’t really involve me because I deleted my original account many years ago. I created a new one 5 or 6 years ago, to check out the “new MySpace” platform they rolled out that was music-oriented. I never added any information to this account at all, not even my actual name. So worst case, I’ll probably get some extra sexy Russian spam from my new bride and or groom who is eager to meet me! I can’t wait!
I’m feeling a bit “off” today. I mean, didn’t win the lotto, Alan Rickman died, and I forgot to pay a bill on time. Oops! I’m also a bit tired since Andy and I were in desperate need for beers last night, so we went to one of our favorite pubs. That could attribute to my feeling a bit off. So naturally, when I’m tired, my mind does strange things. For example, I just recalled a memory from sixth grade involving spelling bees.
You see, our English teacher Mrs. Sommers loved herself a good ol’ fashioned spelling bee. So each week or so, we’d have one to strengthen our spelling skillz. Who knew, we’d all be carrying around smart phones in adulthood, which came with spellcheck. Anyway, sometimes these bees involved spelling countries around the world. The trickier the name, the better! Needless to say, nobody and I mean nobody, wanted to get stuck with Czechoslovakia! It happened to me a time or two, I can’t recall if I got it right or not. Even in adulthood, I struggle trying to spell it from memory.
Here is the thing, Czechoslovakia officially stopped existing as of 1993. Heck, the US was one of the first places to recognize the Czech Republic as a country. So, why in 1996, were we being asked to spell that shit?! That is just wrong. Turns out, nobody actually needed to know how to spell it because it no longer existed. We were tricked, fooled, Goddamn-bamboozled, I tell ya! I don’t recall our teacher ever telling us that tidbit of knowledge either. Granted, she is an English teacher, BUT STILL. Not cool! If we were playing a game of spelling out countries that no longer exist, why they hell weren’t we asked to spell the U.S.S.R?! I think we all could have tackled that one.