my own brand of evil

I have an antagonistic relationship with so many of you humans. I guess a less charitable person might call it flirting. Some might even call it evil.

Tonight, while chatting online with a very old friend (very very old), the subject of musical groups you'd be embarrassed to admit were on your iPod came up. He thought perhaps, but with relief no, he might have backstreet boys on his iTunes. I suggested that his loafers might not be terribly heavy on his feet. He then admitted to having ABBA on his iPod. A guy. A guy who just a few minutes before was discussing the fact that one should never offer to shake hands in a men's room.

Then, he made his mistake. He said that he always found the men in ABBA creepy. I immediately latched on to it . . . and took it a step too far. And then suggested that perhaps we'd discussed it long enough that the men of ABBA would creep into his dreams tonight.

Ah, the power of suggestion. And, evil monkeys.