I am not obsessed.

Listen, I recently registered the domain pooppoop.net.  Go ahead and click the hyperlink … you’ll just come right back here.  There is a good reason for this and the reason is not that I can’t stop thinking about poop.  It isn’t.  Okay?  Okay.  Now that I’ve convinced you that I’m not fixated on feces let me provide some counter evidence.

In one of my Institute classes the teacher was collecting names and email addresses on a little piece of paper and I thought that it would be funny to put my real name and a fake email address.  Specifically “brotherknowles”, the teacher of the class, followed by “pooppoop.net”.  This caused me much merriment.  Later while eating with my friend Cassie I told her that Chinese food is the worst.  So bad, in fact, that you can email it using the address “chinesefood” at the aforementioned domain.  This idea struck me as so hilarious that I went on to spend twenty-seven dollars in order to make my fantasy a reality (another reason why being an adult is absolutely awesome).

Here we see: no regrets.

Anyway, part of the process of setting up email addresses included me specifying that any email not specified at poopoop.net should be forwarded to my real email address.  This is great because it gives me the opportunity to create awesome and seemingly fake email addresses on the fly.  For example, “ineedto”, “heathermarie”, “ohmanitwasntjustafartitwasactually”, “grapewho”, and cetera.

The flip side is that some people have already keyed in to the hilariousness of the domain and have subsequently been using it for making up fake email addresses.  I received setup information for RuneScape about a week ago and today I got two emails requesting that I reset the PlayStation Network password for a dude named Paul Simpson.  What are these people doing registering email addresses that they do not in fact own?  Now how is he ever going to change his password?  Through the phone?  That might be awkward since I’ve already changed it to “whymustipooppoopmypantswhenigetexcitedohnohereitcomesagain”.

(Please note: that password is also a legitimate email address when properly prepended to pooppoop.net.  Life, my friends, is good.)

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9 Responses to I am not obsessed.

  1. Ashers says:

    This makes me giggle.

  2. Heather Lutes says:

    What about “joshuamadeaslimypoopinhisbrownpants”?

  3. Raymond says:

    Chinese food is good, you just have to find the kind that isn’t Chinese. I made an observation last Saturday that could be exploited to tell the difference: ask them for something that they’re out of. If the person at the counter opens the door to the kitchen and gives instructions entirely in Chinese, then the dish is authentic and probably bad. But! If the “Cook some more” part of the instructions is in Chinese and the food name is in English, then it was made especially for us dumb gringos because there is no actual word for it in Chinese.

  4. Joshua says:

    Heather, yes! That is another of my email aliases.

    Raymond, that is pretty much the conclusion that I came to as well which is why the most tolerable Chinese food for me is the fakest like Panda Express.

  5. Emily says:

    I think you have a lot of time on your hands =) And I said Time NOT poop! But that is probably on your hands too

  6. Joshua says:

    You think that I “have a lot of poop on my poops”? Adding, seemingly as clarification, that you said “Poop NOT poop”? And then you tell me that “poop is probably on my poops too”? What in the world are you talking about, Emily? It is like you’ve gone insane and replace every noun and pronoun you use with the word poop. THAT can’t be healthy.

  7. Ashers says:

    If Joshua was a smurf he would be Poopy Smurf and instead of saying Smurf all of the time he would probably say Poop and they would all get mad at him and totally smurf all over him.

  8. Raymond says:

    Poopa Smurf doesn’t have to worry about getting captured by Gargamel.

  9. Joshua says:

    Azrael is constantly trying to bury him in the sand, though.

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