which do you want to hear first?
The good news or the bad news?
Well, first the good news. The rumors are true. I have returned from vacation to find YouTube, Flickr, MySpace, and probably other formerly blocked websites now up and running fine in Dubai. I imagine some of the backlash over Skype access caused them to rethink their strategy on blocking. Seems that the mob has been given a peace offering. Of course, Skype still doesn’t work, but I guess that’s the only one affecting anyone’s pocketbook.
And now the bad news. I walked into my apartment 30 minutes ago (7:30am) just off a plane, tired, sweaty, smelly, and needing to head straight to work. I was greeted by Skype. Not Skype the VoIP service, but Skype the gecko. Only he was laying on his back this morning, all shriveled up and scary looking. Yes, everyone, Skype is dead.
CSI Dubai has confirmed that the most likely cause of death is dehydration. You see, when I left for vacation I had a leaky ass-nozzle hose in the bathroom, so I left a key for the super to come in and fix it. Building management overzealously decided to also send in the cleaning crew. Normally they clean the apartment twice a week, but never when I’m on vacation. When they are done cleaning, they shut all the doors in the apartment, the one to the kitchen, the bathroom, and the bedroom. These doors are well made, heavy, and completely sealed, meaning poor little Skype was trapped in the living room with no access to water for the entire week.
I feel horrible. Skype is dead and it is my fault for thinking he could stay here. I should have let him go. He even let me pick him up a few times. Here’s a picture of that.
And here is this morning… Brace yourself, it’s horrible.
Sorry little fella. I didn’t mean to cause your demise. I promise I’ll let your relatives go if I find any of them. Right after I watch another YouTube video.
First Steve Irwin, and then Skype. Has been a bad few weeks for the reptile world.
Makes me want to weep with tears and crying noises.
Oh noo! i am so sorry.
But don’t worry, there might be some baby skypes in your apartment somewhere.. You will have Skype again!
sorry to hear the bad news - tis a sad, sad day.
he was a plucky sort.
Did you have to post that pic???? I actually feel bad.
How the hell did he end up on his back like that?
I think you should have named him Volleyball.
that picture is so sad! poor little fella!
YOU BASTARD you killed Skype!! So typical out drinking, eating and partying and leaving nothing for the little guy at home, soo soo wrong. Did you think about frying him those suckers taste great
I’m beginning to think this didn’t really happen, but that Skype is a metaphor for relationships: you find something fleeting that you never really knew was there, you work hard to gain its trust and to nurture it, and once you get close to it, you go away and neglect it and it meets a horrible, anguishing end that will haunt you for the rest of your days.
Or maybe I’m just depressed.
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