A little exchange I had regarding privacy (which I do not really value as highly as I value transparency). I learned that not everyone shares my values, and that, for many, eschewing Google products is the most appropriate choice:

Thanks for allowing me to learn something new, Steve!

Opinion: Why I’m dropping Google: Google Buzz, blog deletions show the search giant doesn’t respect users’ privacy – Computer World

Wow, I didn’t know they made crimson hip-waders.

Cameron: You’re a Sounders fan?
Mary Kay: YES! HUGE fan!
Cameron: Please tell me you drink copious amounts before/during/after sounders fc matches.
Mary Kay: of course…this is footy we are talking about
Cameron: I like you just *that* much more now.
Mary Kay: what, footy or drinking lots of alcohol
Cameron: Drinking.
I’m a big fan of drinking for a reason–like to celebrate being at a game or a ballet.
I had like, umm, five free beers last night at Key Arena because SeattleU was destroying UCDavis and their sports department was feeling generous.
Had I not had any plans, I wouldn’t have drank a drop.
So I like to have plans. Something to celebrate.
Mary Kay: Go Chieftains! Oops…I mean Redhawks
They’ll always be the Chieftains to me
Cameron: I’m glad you call them by their real name.
Mary Kay: I was a Jammin’ Jesuit
Cameron: hence the affinity to alcohol
Mary Kay: pretty much. we always had Fr. Pat tappin the keg at parties
Cameron: I have Fr. Pat on speed dial

Cameron: ummmm where the hell was amanda during the SU Basketball game last night?
Jennifer: shes in vegas with daniela hawking their mother’s designer pantyhose collection at some convention
Cameron: umm right.
…because that makes so much sense.
Jennifer: seriously.
Cameron: umm where was my invite?
wtf
Jennifer: haha
i dunno
i didnt get invited either

Cameron: So look B, I’ve got to get back to work
I know you don’t have any work do to, bc you just sit at your desk and cruise facebook every day
looking at my profile photo(s)
Barbie: Whatev, Cameron. Whatev….
I’ve got to get back to work too
…Back to cooking up crack and counterfeiting for me!
Cameron: slash dreaming about me shirtless.
I know what you really do when you’re at work
Barbie: OMG
Well, until next time then, Mr. Newland.
Cameron: Sweet dreams, and don’t forget to tell me how it was!

And you thought Taipei 101 was imposing! Just look at what’s on the menu!:

Katherine: Did your drunk, British alter-ego Mr. Hewitt make an appearance tonight?
Cameron: No, sadly. He usually only appears on Friday and Saturday nights–unless it is Mardi Gras or some other such celebration
Katherine: So President’s Day isn’t an official holiday?
Cameron: No, it’s not a British bank holiday.
Katherine: …it would be odd if the British celebrated President’s day.
Cameron: Yes. But we’ve made some improvements and now celebrate Guy Fawkes Day! Fuck the President, some bloke tried to blow up Parliament! Everybody get wasted!
Katherine: That seems like it’d be a more exciting day of celebration than that of President’s Day.
Cameron: That’s why the English are a century ahead of you barbarians, what with your Super Bowls and your Jersey Shores. I mean, how can a Bowl be ’super’, anyway?! You just use the blasted thing to store your Weetabix while you eat it, for ****’s sake!
Katherine: It would be interesting to see England’s equivalent to Jersey Shore.
Cameron: They’re called Essex Girls.
Look them up, they’re really quite classy.
They’ve been ****ed more times than they’ve had hot meals. Essex Girls make Jersey Shore castmembers look like Cambridge sophisticates, in comparison. It’s a tragedy, really.
Katherine: Wow. Didn’t know such a task was possible. But no matter what comes out of England they shall always remain great for they gave us the original Office.
Cameron: This is true. Anything the English do is patently superior to what the Yanks have come up with. We did invent James Bond, you know.

Is there anything more romantic than Cougar hunting on Valentine’s Day?:

Cameron: hey beauty
JewelOfPersia: well hello
Cameron: I had a dream about you last night.
JewelOfPersia: hahaha
suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure you did
Cameron: I did!
JewelOfPersia: was i a hot chick in a hijab?
Cameron: no, you were just a flawless persian beauty, like always
JewelOfPersia: awww! so how was the ballet last night?
Cameron: AMAZING NIGHT!!!1!ONE!!
twitter.com/c4mer0n/status/9062014968 – (click to read my Tweet, it is necessary for contextual understanding)
JewelOfPersia: oh goodness. you woke up in a LOBBY?
Cameron: Yes. Classy.
JewelOfPersia: Of course!–this is You we’re talking about here.
dear, i have to get going
need to get ready for my amazing plans tonight
so romantic
dont’ be jels
…
and by romantic, i mean seeing avatar with my sister and her husband.
JewelOfPersia is offline.

Happy Valentines Day, my Jewel of Persia! You know who you are.

(Written on the wall of a new acquaintance who met me while I was under the spell of spirits):

For those of you who haven’t had the chance to meet my distinguished British alter-ego, Mr. Barrington Hewitt of Ealing (London), all it takes is buying me a few drinks and surely you will not have to wait long to meet him.

F: I’ve invited her over to my parties before.
C: She prolly flaked out huh
F: Ya she pulled a croissant on me
C: Honestly that girl is such a flake
F: Yup. A hot flake tho
C: I want to put her on ADHD meds
F: or Roofies
C: Or both, so she actually SHOWS UP to get roofied in the first place!

(For the record, I do not think that Rohypnol ["roofies"] or date rape are funny at all when it comes to reality. Joking about ‘em, sure!)

Cameron: o hai
Becca: oh heyyyyy
I just got back from a run
and I was stretching on our porch
and I saw an eviction notice
for the people who live in the basement
Cameron: lolololol
now I can move in!
Becca: which makes me really happy
except they’re never going to see it
because I am too scared to give it to them
even though I am currently dressed like a ninja
truth.