I arrived at work today and people were like, “OMG, are you that Robyn.” Yes, I am. I’m the 18-year-old Kaaza-using, mp3-downloading boy who is the bane of Paul Ellis’ existence.
No, wait. I’m a 29-year-old non-illegal-mp3-downloading chick who is the subject of Paul Ellis’ misguided ire.
I wasn’t sure whether to be angry or just amused with the whole situation. I think at the moment I feel sorry for Paul Ellis for just getting it so wrong. I ended up receiving some legal advice today, but at the moment I’m just going to wait and see what develops.
In the meantime, there was a quiz evening at work tonight uniting the power and might of the captioning department with the night and power of the website dudes. My team, the Ho Dogz (yeah, guess who picked that name), came second (by a mere four points). I was lucky in that two of the guys on the team managed to ace most of the sports questions, the ones I was having to say “Uh, I dunno.” I did really well with the music (nerd!) and film and television questions (nerd!).
For the fruits of my labour (and the few rotten apples I threw in the barrel), I was rewarded with a Top of the Pops t-shirt. Awesome.