My name is James. James Del actually. I work at a place called Gawker Media, something I find myself explaining to my parents every time I see them. They'll get it one day. I don't believe in Twitter, but I do believe in Facebook and LinkedIn. There's a Myspace page out there too, but never mind that. Questions, concerns, and comments can be directed to James, At-Sign Gawker, Period Com.
I have learned to control what comes out of my mouth (sometimes).
- Me: AhhhhhCHOO.
- Co-worker: God Bless you!
- Me (internally): COME ON. We are all products of billions of years of evolution and mutation, and it just so happens that one evolutionary trait we've inherited is a sneeze reflex when something gets into our respiratory tract that isn't supposed to be there. This has nothing to do with a greater power, and suggesting otherwise is mental. IN FACT! If there was a God, I'm positive his concerns are much larger than my sneezing. So save it, you don't need to waste your God's time by requesting he bless me every time I accidentally stare into the LED light above my desk.
- Me (to coworker): Thanks.
