"Don't ever trust a man that farts on purpose, Mr. Bond."
I really wish I could remember the context.
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Friday, September 28, 2007
"Don't ever trust a man that farts on purpose, Mr. Bond."
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Let's say you're browsing around Blockbuster, and you happen across a favorite movie from when you were a kid. You get almost giddy with reliving the memories and the link to your childhood. You get a close friend to come over, spouting the praises of this marvelous part of your youth. You take it home, make some Jiffy Pop, and kick back as the titles roll.
And the movie wasn't nearly as great as you remember. Granted, you see some things, make some references that you didn't get from back then. But it's a disappointment nonetheless.
It's not the movie is bad, it's just not as good as it could have been or even close to what you remember. It's not the actors' fault. Their portrayal was great. They couldn't have played the parts any better. But the sets, the design, the editing, the script COULD have been better. The production values are lacking.
Now your friend is watching this, wondering what you've been smoking to think this was so great at any time in your life. But they watch it patiently, because they love you and they want to share a part of your life that was seemingly important to you. They would gladly sit through it with you, for you.
Yet they are gratefully relieved when you walk over and take out the disk.
Is it better to not have seen it and kept that memory? Or is it more important to know how bad it actually was?
I get a call from my Dad. At work. Since he's in his 70s, I get a little concerned about random calls.
Turns out he just got off the phone with a collection agency, and they were trying to locate me.
Three points need to be made here:
1) I fixed my credit months ago, and only know of two open accounts against me that I'm currently at war.
2) This wasn't either of those (I'm VERY familiar with their numbers), and they both know how to get in touch with me.
3) My parents' names haven't been on anything since 1999.
He gave me their number, and I immediately called them. They went through the regular spiel, and said that they were trying to collect a past due balance of $187.36.
I was puzzled. "For what company?"
I tried really hard to not laugh.
New points to be made here:
1) Southwestern Bell doesn't exist. In 1995, it was changed to SBC Communications, and the name and logo were finally discarded in 2001. Then in 2005, it merged with AT&T.
2) The last time I had a Southwestern Bell account was before I moved to Denver in 2000.
3) Are you friggin kidding me?
I decided to play it cool. "Ummmm... what?" were my exact words.
"Yes, we purchased this account to collect on this debt."
"What was the date of last activity on this account?"
"1998. We can take your payment over the phone."
I couldn't hold it in any more. I busted a gut laughing into the phone. I told her, "I am NOT going to pay this or even bother talking to you again. Even if I DID owe this (which I don't), you have no possible way to collect."
SHE: "Can you prove that this isn't your debt?"
ME: "No, because I don't keep my bills from the last decade. Besides, burden of proof is on you. Good luck finding any paperwork on this."
SHE: "Sir, this will be reported to all three credit reporting agencies."
ME: "They won't report it. It's past the seven-year Statute of Limitations."
SHE: "We can sue you for it."
ME: "Go right ahead. seven-year SOL on that too."
ME: "Look. Face it. you have no legal recourse, unless they changed the laws this morning and I missed it."
SHE: "We'll send you something in writing, sir." Click.
Looking forward to that, especially since she never got my address, and I've moved 7 times since I had that account.
It's good to be the king.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
I've been checking my hit stats and my readers have increased again. I'm averaging about 200/day. YAY ME!
The comments are still from the same half dozen people. So I just want to know a little more about the others. What kind of posts you like, which ones you don't, what you want to see more of, etc.
Drop me a line. You can find my email link in my profile.
And hi to the people from Italy, Singapore, Costa Rica, Germany, Iceland (I know, right?), Ireland, Brazil, Germany, England, Poland, and China that visited in the last week. Let's have a party!
Then we'll plan for global conquest. It's what I do.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
I hate my brain.
All jokes about the ADD and lack of short-term memory aside, my brain has a problem.
It happens a lot really. People that know me are VERY familiar with my epiphanies. And why is it that most of these thoughts come to me in the shower? I mean here I am, singing, naked, rubbing myself all over. This is NOT the best time for reality to kick down the door.
Occasionally someone will say something to me, I'll take it totally wrong and then three days later it'll finally sink in to what they were trying to say. That's not what happened this morning though. A lot of the shit I've been going through since ChaCha and I broke up finally became clear. It hit me like a thunderbolt this morning.
And I'm doing great.
/Opens a window and feels the fresh breeze...
Monday, September 24, 2007
Friday, September 21, 2007
As I mentioned before, I'm an insomniac.
Not the "wake-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night-and-roll-over-
to-go-back-to-sleep" variety. I'm more of the "why-the-hell-am-I-still-awake" of the species. Been that way since about seventeen.
I don't sleep much anyway. 4-5 hours is a pretty typical night. But every so often, it gets worse. So far I've been up since Weds morning at about 6. And of COURSE today was the day that my VP called us into a "short 15 min meeting" that took not quite 2 hours. I think I gave myself whiplash from the bobblehead dozing I was doing in there. I would have been more embarrassed had I any loyalty to this place. But I digress.
One would think that less sleep would mean more productive time, but they'd be dead wrong. Most of my evenings are spent walking around in an exhausted daze wondering how I'm going to squeeze in sleep in those last two hours.
This is what it's like to live in my world.
I wait until my eyes start to droop, and I can feel sleep coming. It's usually around one-ish. I have about a 20 minute window to get into bed, or else the possibilities of me falling asleep are about nil. I brush my teeth, get nekkid, and get into bed. I roll over into the tried and true position, and... nothing.
The 20 min window was just for me to get relaxed and in bed. It's still about an hour or so before I'll actually drift off. So it's a while before I find out if I got to bed in time. I'd lie there, trying to be as still as I can, and creating a fantasy world in my mind (see below). At about 2:30 I'll start getting uncomfortable, so I'll shift a few times to no avail. I'll turn on the tv for a bit (the noise helps), but at that time of the morning usually nothing on but infomercials. So tv goes off, stereo goes on. I'll drift off somewhere between 3-4.
Now for those of you that never had any trouble sleeping, or like Jean who could easily sleep 14 hours a day, let me give you some insight into sleeplessness with most insomniacs. It isn't that we're not tired. Usually we're in a constant state of exhaustion. The main issue is that
we have trouble shutting off our brains. Stuff keeps flying in and out. There's no wonder why there's a known link between ADD and insomnia. The only real way is to either get into a meditative state (which I was never really good at), or distract yourself. Sometimes you know why, like this one. Someone I'm very close to and love very much is going through a rough, soul-searching time. As hokey and new-age as it sounds, I feel it. Their pain is my pain. The ripples in the universe are throwing me around. I only hold some comfort in the fact that I feel like I'm taking away some of that pain.
Since I was about eighteen, I use a falling-asleep trick. I would create stories in my head. Mostly I'd imagine having superpowers. Seriously. A few common themes, but sometimes I'd do something off the wall. Many writers would probably kill to have some of the ideas I've had on long, sleepless nights.
Amazingly though, the best, most restful sleep I get (other than when post-coital spooning that special someone) is completely at random and on accident. Like when I'm going out, but I have some time to kill. I'll sit back on the couch and flip through the channels. Next thing I know, I'm getting a call asking why I wasn't there yet. And for all of you that's happened to, I can't apologize enough.
So that's what I'm planning to do in 2 hours when I get off. Go home, find the first available piece of furniture, and flip through the channels as long as it takes.
I'm leaving a wake-up call for Sunday.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
I'm getting a dog.
As in "A" dog. One. Only one.
Problem is, there are two very dear, near, and available to me. I need to decide which one.
So without further adieu...
Let's get ready to RUMBLEEEEEEEE
The contenders for the main event are:
Murphy (aka Pooter Doodle)Age: 4
Breed: Black lab/beagle
Best trick: Snork taco chips off the counter in a flash. Also rings a little bell when he wants to go outside.
Likes to: Run around like a lunatic, avoiding capture.
Quirk: Horrible flirt with the ladies. Also very ticklish.
Fighting Style: Young, quick and agile, think of a furry blur. With ADD. On meth. Easily distracted and unstructured, his only hope is a quick takedown.
Many of you have asked about the puppy in my profile avatar. That's him.
After I got in a really bad auto accident in 2003, I was unable to work for about 8 months, and spent quite a bit of time alone. Jean and I were living in Denver at the time, away from family and friends. Needless to say, I was getting a little stir-crazy. So we decided to get me a friend with paws. We picked up the little 5-week-old potbellied pooch, and we became a family of three.
After the divorce, Jean asked for him (he is a momma's boy, after all) and I accepted joint custody, since she took the divorce harder than I did and could use some serious puppy therapy.
The "joint" custody turned out to be not. As a matter of fact, the first time I asked to take him, she suggested I sign a contract ensuring his return. Yeah, she actually did that. In all fairness she recanted, but I had been "allowed" to take him only three times since the divorce, and all three times because she was going out of town.
A few weeks ago, I had lunch with her, and mentioning that I was taking my vaca, asked to take him for a bit. "Hell, you can have him," she quipped. Half-joking, I know.
I knew he could be a bit much to handle, especially since she never was really consistent with him. Honestly, that's why he runs amok so often. So right before my birthday, she called and asked about me taking him for vaca. It being almost over it was a bit of a moot point, but I asked her if she was serious about me taking him permanently. She said she was.
Which brings us to...
Shadow (aka Goof)
Breed: Golden Retriever
Best trick: Popping his head out randomly between your legs
Likes to: Be attached to my hip, towing me towards the nearest kids
Quirk: Deathly afraid of thunderstorms, will crawl under the covers during showers.
Fighting style: A lover, not a fighter. Yet older, confident and experienced. Fighting style is more Shaolin-Zen. Sweet, gentle giant. Also not too bright or exciting.
After Jean and I moved back to Texas, I began volunteering again. One thing was fostering for a local rescue organization. That's when we got this big lug.
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From the many accounts of his history, here's what I've pieced together.
He originally belonged to a career military man in a happy home. Then, when the Iraq war started, his daddy was deployed for an undisclosed period. So he gave Shadow to a home that might seem perfect at first- A family with kids out in the country, plenty of room to run around and explore, birds to chase, TONS of pooping room, etc. But the family didn't know how to take care of a Golden. First of all, they tried to keep him outside (NOTE: Goldens are NOT outdoor dogs). Once a day, they'd feed him, and that was pretty much their exposure. After a while, Shadow started trotting off to go find someone to love on him. To keep him from running off, they eventually tied him to a tree. Somewhere in the midst of this, he developed heartworms. Then the family did the best possible thing- They surrendered him to the rescue group.
He did have some issues, which I was able to work out. However, he's been placed in two homes so far (neither of them worked out too well), and has been passed on from foster to foster since.
(In all honesty, I've been told that he was happiest with me)
Murphy- This is MY dog. I love that guy, even though he is a handful at times. He has a strong and goofy personality, and is truly one of a kind. However, he is in a loving, nurturing home right now, and would be very happy regardless of if I take him or not.
Shadow- Fits in my lifestyle, and his personality matches me better. Also, with his age and medical condition (currently under control), it seems like I am the last chance he has for a happy home. Not many people adopt older dogs.
What do y'all think? I want to make a decision soon, so any advice would be greatly appreciated. Either by comment or email would be fine.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
We've had a lot of fun laughing at the spam I've been receiving, especially the way they write them to bypass the filters.
In going through the 368 emails I accumulated during my vaca (you read that number correctly), I came across this one and felt it was worth mentioning:
Baronesses always whooped at me and even men did in the civil bathroom!
Well, now I whoop at them, because I took M_E GA D IK
for 4 months and now my penis is dreadfully weightier than national.
That makes me snicker everytime I read it.
Oi, ye wretched scrofulous whoreson bilge rats. Be ye ready for Talk Like A Pirate Day?
'Tis today, Savvy?
So grab ye a hogshead and a proud lass, hoisten the mizenmast, and anchors away!
If ye be not, be braced for the keelhauling by me old salts.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
I came across this article about a father's harrowing adventure in discovering his son was a hacker.
I know most of my readers don't follow my links, so I'll hit on the high points, namely the top 10 warning signs (and comments therein) that your son may be a computer hacker. Why your daughter couldn't be one, I'll never know.
1. Has your son asked you to change ISPs?
Best quote(s):"Most American families use trusted and responsible Internet Service Providers, such as AOL."
And most American families have questionable gene pools too.
2. Are you finding programs on your computer that you don't remember installing?
Best quote(s):"Popular hacker software includes "Comet Cursor", "Bonzi Buddy" and "Flash"."
EGADS! This is news to me! I could TOTALLY hack into the NASA Dbase using Comet Cursor! It's all so clear now!
3. Has your child asked for new hardware?
Best quote(s):"If your son has requested a new "processor" from a company called "AMD", this is genuine cause for alarm. AMD is a third-world based company who make inferior, "knock-off" copies of American processor chips. They use child labor extensively in their third world sweatshops, and they deliberately disable the security features that American processor makers, such as Intel, use to prevent hacking."
Quick non-smartass note: AMD has NEVER outsourced. Ever. And it was based out of Austin. Although some parts of Texas could be considered third world. Ever been to Amarillo?
4. Does your child read hacking manuals?
Best quote(s):"If you find any of these hacking manuals in your child's possession, confiscate them immediately. You should also petition local booksellers to remove these titles from their shelves. You may meet with some resistance at first, but even booksellers have to bow to community pressure."Book Burning FTW!
5. How much time does your child spend using the computer each day?
Best quote(s):"If your son spends more than thirty minutes each day on the computer, he may be using it to DOS other peoples sites. DOSing involves gaining access to the "command prompt" on other people's machines, and using it to tie up vital internet services. This can take up to eight hours. If your son is doing this, he is breaking the law, and you should stop him immediately. The safest policy is to limit your children's access to the computer to a maximum of forty-five minutes each day."
Hell, it takes me longer than that to check my WoW auctions. And "DOSing"? hehehehe
6. Does your son use Quake?
Best quote(s):"Quake is an online virtual reality used by hackers. It is a popular meeting place and training ground, where they discuss hacking and train in the use of various firearms."
7. Is your son becoming argumentative and surly in his social behaviour?
Best quote(s):"As a child enters the electronic world of hacking, he may become disaffected with the real world. He may lose the ability to control his actions, or judge the rightness or wrongness of a course of behaviour. This will manifest itself soonest in the way he treats others. Those whom he disagrees with will be met with scorn, bitterness, and even foul language. He may utter threats of violence of a real or electronic nature."
So have you NOT narrowed down to less than 98% of teenagers?
8. Is your son obsessed with "Lunix"?
Best quote(s):"BSD, Lunix, Debian and Mandrake are all versions of an illegal hacker operation system, invented by a Soviet computer hacker named Linyos Torovoltos, before the Russians lost the Cold War. It is based on a program called "xenix", which was written by Microsoft for the US government. These programs are used by hackers to break into other people's computer systems to steal credit card numbers. They may also be used to break into people's stereos to steal their music, using the "mp3" program. Torovoltos is a notorious hacker, responsible for writing many hacker programs, such as "telnet", which is used by hackers to connect to machines on the internet without using a telephone."
And that's not all...
"In order to get rid of it, you will have to send your computer back to the manufacturer, and have them fit a new hard drive. Lunix is extremely dangerous software, and cannot be removed without destroying part of your hard disk surface.""Lunix"...heehee...
My comments aren't really necessary here.
9. Has your son radically changed his appearance?
Best quote(s):"Hackers tend to dress in bright, day-glo colors. They may wear baggy pants, bright colored shirts and spiky hair dyed in bright colors to match their clothes. They may take to carrying "glow-sticks" and some wear pacifiers around their necks. (I have no idea why they do this)"
And rave parties involve mass LAN hacking? I've TOTALLY gone to the wrong parties.
10. Is your son struggling academically?
Best quote(s):"In extreme cases, over-exposure to computer radiation can cause schizophrenia, meningitis and other psychological diseases."
There are those damn voices again!
Since when is meningitis a psychological disease?
This has been presented to you as a Public Service. We now continue our regular broadcast day.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
Sorry gang. I'd like to say I've been busy, but I really haven't.
Let me explain.
As I mentioned earlier, I took off on vaca starting the first. What have I been doing, you ask?
Not really a damn thing.
I did decide to go on a business trip last Thurs/Fri. Not because I'm a dedicated employee, which I am. It was more so I could milk the company card one last time. In all fairness, the jacuzzi suite WAS the only King room avail. but I had a nice dinner, grabbed lunch the next day, and headed home. I knew there wouldn't be THAT much for me to do there, so I let the women at that office flirt with me a bit, and I proved myself to be a wonderful employee that took time out of his vacation to do what was needed. Heehee...
Other than that, I haven't been doing much. I saw a new friend a couple of times last week and went walking with another friend of mine yesterday(I REALLY need to get going on pseudonyms for the new people in my life).
And WoWing. Tons of that.
I have looked around for a job, put some feelers out, but haven't heard back from anyone yet.
Now the rest of this week is gonna be a little hectic. My birthday's this week, so I'm gonna be drunk for a big part of it. And before you ask, I'm turning 24 (in hexadecimal. Does that count?)
I'll try to get some more writing in this week.
I Love you all.