The Daily Sabs

my mom called me this evening just to chat. she wanted to know what i do for a living - even though we've been over this a thousand times - and eventually i had to settle with "i help people build websites." despite my cs/art background, she didn't believe it was something i could do and doesn't quite understand - she barely could explain to folks when i wrote online for a living, so you can see where this might be a bit hard for her to wrap her head around. i've also been trying to convince her to start her own site, but much to your loss (and believe me, this is a great loss), she doesn't want to.

if my mom had a blog it would be full of great things like this random story she told me tonight.

she recently read about a taiwanese police chief who committed suicide in his office. the office has been changed into some sort of resting area for long shifts, but folks would rather sleep in their squad cars because they swear they can hear the chief calling out their name. you know, a typical ghost story. however my mom's thinks she knows why he's haunting them. (1) because they need to clear his name in the investigation that made him commit suicide, and the more import reason to her (2) the pictures they showed of the resting area are filthy with algae growing in the tiles and if it was her she would definitely haunt these people until they cleaned the room and made it less disgusting.

that's right, my mom says the ghost is haunting them because the bathroom is dirty.

ps. i apologize for the ridic and wrinkled costume. i didn't have enough time to properly do it up before my midnight deadline.