Apparently, Seattle is still Sexy 5
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Some of you may know that this blog started out as “Seattle is Sexy”.
Then our world turned upside down when Scott accepted a job in Smalltown, Minnesota. Moving from Washington obviously required a name change, which is how the word ‘Sota came to be. Essentially, I invented it for alliteration purposes.
Last week, my younger sister informed me that SeattleIsSexy.com had been taken over by new owners and become a very…well…sexy website.
And not “twenty-something girl blogs about her addiction to cupcakes and online shopping” sexy.
Think more along the lines of “you probably should never go to this website on your work computer” sexy.
Yeah.
As soon as she said this, a foggy recollection of an email from my hosting company entered into my memory. Something about my domain name expiring and the fact that I needed to log in and renew it.
Unfortunately, just as I was about to take care of the expiring domain name, I received a text message from Scott that more or less read “I finally figured out where the corn chip smell is coming from! Do you realize it’s been over 43 days since Jolie had a bath?”
Clearly, the bathing situation took presidence.
Long story short, I ended up forgetting to renew my precious domain name, letting it slip into the hands of some creepy marketing company who has absolutely horrible taste in “sexy” stock photos.
I know because I immediately called Scott into the room to check out the website with me.
“You realize this means we can never move back to Seattle.” he muttered with dismay.
“I can always buy the domain name back,” I assured him. “It might require a bidding war, but it’s possible. Plus…I kind of like the name ‘Sota. If we ever went back, I could just call it ‘Sota in Seattle or something.”
I could tell he wasn’t listening as something on the screen had distracted him. He started to giggle.
“Click on that,” he snickered while pointing to a very inappropriate text link involving the word “grandma”.
I slowly moved the cursor towards the offending link. Just as I was about to click, he grabbed my shoulder.
“No! Wait!” he shouted. “On second thought…don’t click on it. Some really bad stuff could happen to our computer if we open that.”
“Like…it could explode?” I inquired.
“Possibly. I was more worried it might contract the digital version of grandma syphilis or something.”
He was right. Suddenly, I was saddened that my beloved Seattle is Sexy had become something that was so…well…unsexy.
Sure, my blog isn’t the classiest site on the internet…but at least it won’t give your laptop digital grandma syphilis–or any type of syphilis for that matter.
That’s the ‘Sota guarantee.
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Aug 29, 2012 @ 20:16:54
Haha, my laptop is cowering over in the corner. He said something about hearing the other laptops talking about stories of screens falling off. I guess I shouldn’t have let him read this one, huh? BTW, isn’t grandma syphilis the one that takes FOREVER to do you in?
Aug 29, 2012 @ 21:21:33
The only cure for grandma syphilis? 500mg of Werther’s Original, twice daily for two weeks. (Taken with prune juice, of course.)
Aug 29, 2012 @ 21:48:15
Oh, damn! I had forgotten about how nasty prune juice happens to be, and funnily enough, I have nothing against actual prunes. Oh, and my laptop says no juice for it. It’s on a low-liquid diet!!:) Matter of fact, it said it would rather its screen fall off, and it be a ghetto laptop, than to have to drink prune juice.
Aug 29, 2012 @ 22:20:04
BTW, I had forgotten to write what I started to write in my first post, before I got sidetracked with the granny syphilis: how could anywhere that Courney Love lives, used to live, or even has ever visited EVER be considered sexy??? Even my laptop just shivered at that thought!
Aug 31, 2012 @ 08:46:37
You could become Sorta is sexy. Except it sounds like your saying bad grammer is sexy. Or maybe since your borrowed the end of minnesota for sota sexy, you could borrow the end off seattle- “attle is sexy.”