I graduated highschool for a reason, and it wasn't to go to college.
August 31, 2006
Is your email getting through?
Probably not, if it's directed at a comcast user. Yesterday, the people who so generously put up with me opinionating all over the webspace they provide me had a few issues with emails to that ISP, be they forwarded or just sent the normal way, being blocked because of an apparent excess of spam. And now, it seems, they've done it again to an ISP. Is anyone reminded of the days when AOL users could only email AOL users? I thought that went out of style. Stupid comcast and its being stupid.
If you weren't worried about checking your email before, now you've got a reason to be. I don't think Radioshack's the first to do it… but ya gotta wonder if it's gonna be a trend? 'Your services are no longer required' is not something I'd really wanna see in my mailbox. You can't tell an email to stuff the job up its ass as easily.
Still no word on the interview with Dell that's been put on hold for nearly a month now. At least, nothing concrete that says it's going through… apparently they're still ironing out a couple details. *shrugs* I dunno. I keep regular contact with the guy so at worst he'll just agree to get it over with so I'll stop harassing the royal hell out of him. I fired off a couple more applications today, though, so in case that one falls through one of those *should* get me at least a callback. Should. In theory. At least I'd hope so anyway. Fortunately most of what I'm applying for is tech support type positions, so what I don't already know they'll probably train into me before they actually turn me loose, assuming it even gets that far. The only solid guarantee at this point is I'll be leaving Pembroke. Where I'll be moving to, though, is entirely up in the air, dependant on what pans out from these applications. Ideally, I'd like to stay in Ontario, so the likely places to move are probably Ottawa, Toronto, or London… maybe Guelf, but that's probably stretching it a little. I could probably get away with moving elsewhere if the situation gets desperate enough, I'd just rather not. I'd like to actually know people if I'm gonna be moving anywhere, and well, any friends I used to have outside of Ontario mostly had millitary families as well, so probably aren't even around anymore. Not to mention that whole being out on their own thing people tend to like to do about now. Anywho, my fingers are officially getting tired after those applications, so 'tis time I did something that didn't involve a computer for a bit. Probably post something later on.. like another job application. Or a quiz. But probably another application. Someone hire me before I go postal.
Careful who you whisper to about China's sweatshops.
You may end up sued for everything you're worth and then some. Apparently, in response to claims that an iPod factory forces employees to work in substandard conditions, the company that owns that factory is now suing the reporters who wrote the story for 500 times the average wage for a reporter, and has requested and got the reporters' accounts frozen. Brilliant. So now, rather than it all going away, people are gonna wonder just what they're hiding. Not that it takes a rocket scientist to figure out.. they're hiding exactly what they're suing the reporters for. Publicising what anyone who doesn't live under a rock already knows. Obviously someone didn't fill these folks in that by throwing a tantrum about it they're just drawing more attention to it. Or maybe whoever the hell does their legal work just doesn't have a clue. Anyone wanna speculate?
Okay, so I'm neither Japanese nor a psychiatrist, but there's still a lot about this story that I can agree with. Particularly speaking as someone who really doesn't rely on things like facial expressions and such. I think that's what makes it extremely easy for me to tell when something's bothering someone, to be honest. Not so much because I have a medical degree, or anything like that, but.. hm. Let's see how well I can explain myself here without making me sound like a complete and utter idiot.
People who can see find it incredibly easy to rely solely on the more obvious, and often more deceptive, visual queues. It's easy for someone to force a smile and accompany it with the usual 'I'm fine', or 'It's just stress', or something similar. And it's equally easy for other people to accept that, and move on–if it doesn't look like there's a problem, then there can't be much of one, can there? That, I think, is a huge difference with me; I can't see a person's facial expressions, so I have to rely on the less obvious, but really still just as easy to spot, non-visual clues. It's surprising how many ways people can signal there's something wrong without their even realising it. Anything from their tone of voice, to the way they enter a room… things most people miss, because they either can't, or don't want to, see past the false smile.
Now, I'm not gonna sit here and say I pull a Star Trek, where I can instantly know what someone's thinking/feeling, but sometimes, I do think I get more of an indication of it than most people, just because I don't have that pleasant little 'Everything's just peachy' image to give me a reason to miss those other… I dunno, warning signs, I guess. Of course, just because I can usually tell doesn't mean I'm going to mention it–it isn't my business. I subscribe to the theory that if people want me to know, they'll tell me. If they don't tell me, then I probably shouldn't be asking unless I'm in the mood to be told to fuck off. On a scale of 1 to 10 so far as loaded questions goes, it's been my experience when it comes to seeing other people, at least, 'What's wrong' rates right up there as about a 1. It can be the best, and the worst, question you could possibly ask or be asked, especially if there *is* something wrong–one of the reasons I don't ask. That, and it's not my business… see above. Heh… it's kind of amusing, in a few ways. I've been told by a few people I should consider a career as a therapist. My response is usually the same… therapists are good for what they do, but who wants to spill their life story to someone they don't know for $30 an hour? It's hard enough doing it with someone you actually know, for free. And, personally, I'd much rather fall into the latter category… I like to actually know the person if they're gonna fall apart in front of me. That whole comfort thing, I guess. But, hey, at least someone's taking those few people's advice… and, like the title says, it's as good an explanation as any.
Apparently, someone likes the idea of a Canadian love affair. Hm. I dunno how that'd work out, but… suhweet! Okay, I'll stop being so easily amused now.
First, I should probably point out that I haven't RP'd there in ages. But, that said, before I stopped having time to RP there and still keep up with everything else, including some fairly interesting RP I've got going on elsewhere when I can manage to log on, I'd been playing there fairly consistently for somewhere in the neighbourhood of 3-4 years. And, I just found out not even half an hour ago, Eternal Struggle is shutting down. I didn't even find out from the people in charge… rather indirectly, from someone who barely talks to the people in charge. Apparently, it's been decided for the past couple weeks, and the plan is not to tell anyone–I guess one of the owners accidentally let it slip, then? Anyway. Yeah, it's a little irritating, but like I said, I guess it had to happen. Numbers have been fairly low for, well, the past like 6 months, and they're only getting lower. I dunno, they could have, maybe? … just said something about it, rather than just let it wind down until it's eventually not there and whoever shows up to play not having a clue. Bleh. People's reasoning for doing things is one thing I'll never quite understand. Ah well, it's done, I gave up any right I had to a say over it when I left the staff. Anyway… I'll probably hold off actually publishing this entry until after it's shut downn or at least until it becomes fairly well known… not that anyone from ES actually reads this thing anyway, but for just on the off chance people do, yeah, it was planned. And, yeah, they knew it would happen. The only reason you didn't is because they wanted to keep it a secret. That's politics, though. And that's why I didn't really care too much when I ended up having to leave the staff. I like RL politics. Politics in my RP, though, pisses me off.
Harper says we can't spare the troops for Lebanon, Layton says we can. And James says who cares? Canada's millitary spends more time overseas lately than they actually do *in* Canada. Yeah, yeah, I'm well aware we have a rep to keep up as peacekeepers. But Christ almighty, enough is enough. Just because we can spare the 1200 people to send to Lebanon does not mean we should. In fact, that we can *only* spare 1200 people to send to Lebanon is, in my honest opinion, exactly why we shouldn't. I tell you right now as part of a millitary family, though not having actually been *in* the millitary, 1200 people are not gonna make much of a difference in the grand scheme of things. If this supposed peacekeeping mission goes south, it's gonna go south whether that small gathering of troops from an already stretched thin country is there or not. Keep this up, folks. I wonder how an independant victory would work in the overall election picture. If enough of these fools keep making decisions like that we may yet find out.
You have great drive and determination. Nothing is going to stand in your way.
You seek out challenges and the spotlight. You'll take all the work - and all the glory.
Status and success are important to you. You demand the best from everyone and everything.
In love, you tend to take a protective role. You enjoy being the provider in relationships.
You expect others to be like you, and as a result, you are often disappointed.
A little selfish and vain, you always put yourself first.
Remember, everyone already knows you're great - you don't need to remind them!
Prediction: the US bombs Iran by end of next year.
Prediction based on what? Why, them damned weapons of mass destruction, you know. So, maybe if Iran keeps testing missiles, the US will decide Hussein didn't keep them in Iraq, but hid them in Iran instead. Hey, it's a stretch, but then again, at least there's more evidence of at least the potential in Iran than there was before they tore Iraq up. Of course, my guess is if the US doesn't do anything to Iran, Israel's going to, so either way, by end of next year someone's gonna be shooting. Hm, wasn't it even 7 years ago the biggest thing to hit the front page was someone getting stabbed in Toronto?
If one more drunken family member hugs me this month...
That sums up my experience at the reception tonight, which I should point out I left early. I could go into a detailed rant, but I don't have the energy for it. Suffice it to say, though, when we got there, keep in mind this was like 8:00 or so, at least one member of our extended (by extended I mean extremely out there) family was already half loaded, and a few others were trying their best to join her. Don't get me wrong, I love my family, but answering the same questions 50 times throughout the course of a night gets irritating on a good day. Answering those same questions 50 times per person because they're too wasted to remember, though? That's… getting a bit much, I think.
It's a good thing I didn't go there with a plan for dancing in mind. The music, what could have been heard of it at least, wasn't exactly the type I'd be caught dead dancing to… or anyone else by the looks of it. Apparently the dance floor spent most of the night abandoned. Of course, I could have shot the DJ. I think I could maybe manage to hear a whole 2 songs out of the set he played. And when he wasn't playing anything he sounded like he'd joined the one(s) who were getting loaded before I got there. So, long story short, that reception was boring as hell and I ended up leaving early. *cringes* And it's a good thing, apparently. Mom just called to commend my choice to run outa there like hell. One of the bridesmaids got it in her head to sing, and she can't. It's a family theme, I think. Go to a family function, set a new low. Well, they did it… my parents' poor, poor ears.
Well, I'm part German, so I… um… guess. I dunno. Just because I'm part German doesn't mean I know the language. I can barely wrap my head around French.
Having an extended family is one thing, but having to go to said extended family's weddings, completely different thing. One I'd hoped to avoid, since the reception we'll be leaving for in a couple hours can't possibly get any worse than their stag and doe was, though I'm very sure they'll try. So, if you don't see anything from me for the next couple days, I've probably fallen asleep and no one's bothered to wake me up yet. Consider thyself forewarned.
Oh, and, there is an opening for a dance partner. Because, you know, if I'm gonna suffer I may as well have a tiny bit of fun.
Tell them no, and they see it as just another reason to go for it. And, in true little child fashion, Iran's going ahead with all things nuclear. And we're back to the whackjob comments… I really am running out of things to say about that country that no one else has bothered to say yet. And of course, now the UN will just send Iran's president to his room with no supper, or something equally rediculous. Because, uh, they're obviously not really giving a shit. I've said it before… middle-east peace is an oxymoron.
… How the hell did it come up with that answer based on what I picked? Ah well. One of these days, those foolish quizes will learn not to ask a blind man what his favourite colour is, they will. Stupid quiz.
Teri Clark - She Didn't Have Time (please download and save before playing)–Extremely pretty song, surprisingly easy for a few people I know to relate to, some almost exactly. I've thought about learning to play this one on piano… it isn't that hard to pick up by ear, but, you know, speaking of not having time… I do love this song. Sadly, I can't pick out any particular story to go with it, though there are a few. Hm. Anyone who feels like it, feel free to volunteer one in the comments. See? Solution to every problem.
Small side-effect to the fact there's not been all that much going on lately that I'd call particularly blog-worthy. In fact, there hasn't been a whole hell of a lot going on over here in general since the last blog-worthy thing that wasn't politically motivated was posted up here. Ah well. Politics is my thing, as is commenting on the rediculousness that is the average local idiot. That there's more of that going on than is currently happening around here of any importance/general productiveness should be an indication, if nothing else. LOL
Hm. Let's see. Called about seeing where my job interview stands yesterday. The guy I have to talk to was out of the office… he's not called back yet, so I'll probably harass him some more on monday. And… um… wo. That's it. Heh, told you. Still unemployed, still waiting for the hockey season to get here, still living in a relatively small town (well, okay, so compared to Ottawa everywhere around here is small), and still RPing, when I've got time–just because it isn't blog-worthy doesn't mean I've been busy. But, thinking optimisticly here… at least if I keep up with my political opinions I can never be accused of lollyblogging! See? There is madness to my method. Or method to my madness. Either's true and both are applicable. Hm. I need to come up with a better blog title. That one bores me now. Yes, I know, I bore easy. It was a bad title when I started the thing but I didn't particularly feel up to being creative. I still don't. Maybe that'll change at some not too distant point. And at the same time, hell could freeze.
So says Israel to Iran. Not in words, so much, but in nuclear subs. Because, you know, "we'll do it too" is the perfect way to stop something you don't agree with. I mean, I don't particularly care all that much for these nutjobs and nuclear technology either; hell, I've criticised that idea indirectly at least once. But seriously. This is, in my opinion, like saying "I don't care why you want a shotgun. You buy one, and I'll blow your head off with mine." Hm… I take everything I said back about the US. They could learn a thing or two from Israel about looking for any old excuse to blow someone or something all to hell.
And now, you have it in the form of a conservative MP by the name of Jason Kenney. A couple days ago, he was one of the ones to jump on a couple liberal party members for suggesting Hezbollah be removed from Canada's official list of terrorist groups. And, in true conservative style, he puts his support behind another group on the same list. And this would be why I voted independent in the last election. Neither of the two big players will grow the hell up.
It's apparently not quite as illegal as some would like you to think. Not in the UK, anyway. I dunno, that's kinda like being sent to your room for clocking your brother one upside the head. Not that I'd know about that one… *innocent smile* Just wait 'til some geek gets himself fired. Shit's gonna hit the fan on this one…
Or maybe it's just that the people who're dooing the law-ing don't have a clue. Either way, they're suing a Brazillian office over a social networking site they run, based out of the US. I don't follow Brazillian law, but… um.. well… usually you don't sue a company in one country, particularly when the office in question doesn't have anything to do with what you're suing for, because that same company in another country is doing it, do you? I wouldn't. The office they're suing, apparently, deals strictly with ad sales… so my guess is it doesn't even have a say in that particular issue. Blah. I need to brush up on my international law.
Homeless guy, or rather, a guy who's using an abandoned shack for a home, gets evicted for construction reasons in Toronto. The sad part is, I can see both sides of this little problem. It's rare I don't have an opinion on something, so that in itself deserves a note on here. Stupid media and its stupid making me stupid indecisive… Okay, I'm over it.
On second thought, no I'm not. You fucked up the Ontario school system good enough to ruin your reputation without the help of an inquiry. But, if that's how they wanna do it, then I'll just sit here and laugh… I mean feel sorry for you. No, never mind, I mean laugh. Mister Harris, you are a stupid man. And, as I have said before, stupid people should be shot.
A couple weeks ago AOL was all pleased with themselves after publishing search data that most people didn't even know they collected. Why they didn't know it is beyond me… I mean, everyone collects information about everyone in one way or another… and you'd be surprised just how much trouble an apparently randomly generated user ID can cause. Enough trouble that they've gone from patting themselves on the back to firing people. Unfortunately, the guy who did the actual publishing is getting canned along with the people who told him to, but hey, at least he's trying to fight it. The executives who're getting shown the door don't really have a legal leg to stand on… he might, though. I dunno, maybe it's just my oddness, but there's just something that out and out pisses me off about someone getting fired on the basis that someone else, who's also getting fired, screwed up. Particularly when if he'd of said no, he'd of been fired and the screw-ups would have kept their jobs. Gah. I love mankind… it's people I can't stand.
Awesome roleplay located. If you like science fiction and like RP, check it out… hell, if you don't like science fiction and like RP, check out a few other games. There's no shortage of places to RP there, depending on what you're into… I mean, hell, they've got D and D, if that's any indication. Don't ask me which ruleset they use–I don't play it, I just know they have it since I moonlight as one of the guys that maintains the servers these games sit on. So, anyway. I don't RP in person because, well, I don't. But I get plenty of my fill online. There, and a few other places. I should post logs of some of said RP up here. Eventually. Maybe. Feh, hell no.
No, for once in my blogging life, nothing broke or needed fixing this time around… the fix was already posted about. A conversation I had over emails with someone, though, gave me an idea. And, since I'm always up for doing things I haven't seen anyone else do yet, that idea was just now implemented. Fans of lazyness everywhere rejoice–you can now comment on entries right from the main page. What… you didn't actually expect something ground breaking, did you? Remember who's blog this is, here… ground breaking for me is I'm awake before noon. But, yeah. That would be the extent of my tinkering today, lest I do end up breaking something. And now, I think it's time I get productive…ish.
For the longest time, I had absolutely no clue why it is you'd choose the 'remember me' option and, well, the server wouldn't remember you. Until a couple days ago when I discovered, in my infinite (read: lacking) wisdom, I left one very small thing out of the HTML behind the site. Nothing earth shattering, just enough to make it really irritating. Well, anyway. It's been fixed, and I feel stupid. It only took me 8 months to realize it.
So, as if my government bashing didn't give it away...
I am back. And full. Breakfast was much fun. The rest of the morning… about as much fun as a trip to the clinnic can be. Kinda necessary, though, considering my mom and cousin both needed to have stuff looked at. But, all in all, it was out, which is still more than I can say for how I spent my weekend. My brother ended up joining us for all of about 15 minutes for breakfast, which was… kind of odd, given he never bothers doing that. Guess he's feeling a little more confident about his latest job prospect or somesuch… I dunno. Either way, if he gets fired from this one I'm gonna laugh my ass off at him. Then demand he pays me back what he owes me anyway. And now, time to do what it is I do best… absolutely nothing. Yay lazy!
Soon, if our beloved conservative crackpot government has anything to say about it, immigrants will join the millitary. *Without* Canadian citizenship. Great… so now, rather than calling tech support and getting some guy who doesn't understand more than every fourth word you say you get millitary personnel who have about the same level of understanding. I've got no problem with immigrants, really. But for the love of all that is sane if you're gonna defend the country, or at least try, bloody well have something to gain for it other than, you know, it's a convenient place to work.
Awesome, awesome, awesome movie. I wish I came across it sooner… yay for awesome chicks with wicked tempers (you know who you are) finding it so I don't have to. Admitedly I was skeptical, so while it was downloading (yeah, like I'd buy it if I haven't seen it) I decided to do a little research. The plotline, or what was revealed of it, interested me… so I spent this morning, until about now, watching it. Again, awesome, awesome, awesome movie. If you've not seen it, what *were* you thinking? If you've seen it, what *were* you thinking not telling me? E-vil! Now I have to think back through it and try to find me some decent quotes to stick up here. Or maybe I'll watch it again later and just take notes. That… might be easier. It was worth the 3 hours of downloading time… fuck, the movie's damn near that long! And now, we're talking morning plans, so I guess that's hintage for me to shuffle my lazy ass into some starting the day kinda routine. But I dun wanna.
My brother and his girlfriend (for the record, he ended up not going with the new one… idiot) are currently sleeping downstairs. Have been since I got up at like 6. Which means, for the past 3-4 hours, I was taking care of their dog, plus my two. Fortunately for my sanity mom was home for most of it, so we managed to divide the task pretty evenly between us. But, of course, much like the evil that it is, work demanded she actually go in, which meant I had to somehow manage to keep 2 dogs in the house while the one dog that isn't mine gets taken outside. Not an easy thing to do when you don't know exactly where they are and you have to be quick because one likes to take a flying leap. That would be a literal expression if he didn't weigh a ton. So, I finally manage to improvize my way through that, to find out he doesn't much care for the rain. Of course, I didn't know about *that* until my second attempt. So, while I thought he did his thing the first time, turns out I was dead wrong.. he decided to come in here and do it. Lucky for me and my brother I caught him, and we took another little walk… this is when I discovered he doesn't much care for the rain. In fact, he downright despises it. Well, after wrestling with that for 10 minutes and getting soaked, while still not entirely sure he actually *did* anything, I finally got fed up with it and marched him right the hell downstairs. They bought that damn dog, they can mind that damn dog. If they don't choose to, all they need do is say so and I'll find that damn dog someone who will. He's cute, and I don't *usually* mind watching him, but this morning was absolutely rediculous. Rediculous in the sense that I'm up at 6 taking care of *their* dog while the two of them get to sleep in until one of them has to take a piss. Nuh uh. Welcome to the life of a dog owner. Your dog has just become your responsibility. I'm on strike.
I could write an entire essay here on exactly why Iran testing surface-to-surface missiles is bad, and not just in the bad as in they'll get yet more criticism from the US–and me, but that's mostly because they're whackjobs–but I've probably covered most of those points already here so that would just be all kinds of redundant. Instead, I'll just leave it at this. If Israel was concerned about Iran backing the opposing side of the problem in Lebanon before, this on the heels of the month-long war, and on the heels of Israel's having violated the ceasefire agreement, now they're more than likely just downright pissed off. Of course, who wouldn't be in their place? I mean, after all the hard work Israel went through just to agree to that ceasefire in the first place. Oh, wait, hard work? Where? Well, okay, so it wasn't completely unexpected… right? I mean, it's not like there were any kinda warning signs or anything. Oh, yeah, that's right. There were. Hm. I've plum run out of explanations. Who needs an essay on why missiles are bad? I've got the makings of another one going on right here. And it only took me 5 days. Too bad I'm not in school where this crap would actually count.
It's your church. It's your god. It's your rules. *You* go to hell.
I wish I'd found that quote in highschool. In fact, I think I said something similar in highschool. Or wanted to. Story for another entry… I should really create an amusement category. Later.
Good colesteral, bad colesteral,, good fat, bad fat, good bacteria, bad bacteria?
Could happen. And in the case of the US, did happen. Well, it beats medication, I guess. Not sure what I think of the consumers not being made aware of it, what with all the concerns with alergies and the such, but I guess you just don't know 'til you try. At least it isn't seafood, anyway. You know I have way too much time on my hands when I stumble across this.
Exactly what a Montreal guy wants a newspaper to do after it misprinted the winning numbers. Understandable, I'd think. I mean, if I thought I won I'd certainly be out for blood. I don't know that it's worth being taken to court over though, I mean whatever he gets out of this would probably just end up being sucked into legal fees, but hey, all the man wants is a little $$$. So do I. I should sue his newspaper too!
And, not unlike an election promise, a week after it was made, Israel's going and dropping folks off in Lebanon again. Did they not already agree they were pulling themselves out of the country? Granted, they had said before they'd defend themselves… okay, so that's expected. But, uh, that wasn't defending themselves. That was another move into Lebanon, with the intent on blowing shit up. And you just know as son as Lebanon retaliates Israel will scream violation.
Only because they actually do possess a small hint of common sense. According to a survey, most teens don't think CD copying is illegal. And they're right, as much as the music recording industry would love to have you believe otherwise. It's no different from the late 80's early 90's when the popular solution was to copy a tape for a friend, or even just so you've got a copy at home and a copy in the car, or whatever. We got some of our Christmas tapes that way–copied off tapes or CD's owned by relatives. As long as there is portable media, be it music, movies, whatever, there will be people copying said media. Unless the recording industry plans to show up at every single person's front door with suppina in hand on the basis that joe shmoe copied his Greenday CD for his kid sister, there's not a whole hell of a lot they can do about it. That they're actually trying is almost laughable. But, I shouldn't be surprised… I mean, I'd imagine if they could keep track of it before they'd of probably put the breaks on copying tapes, too. But, they can't, they won't, so let's all move on. And speaking of moving on, I sleep now.
Two things that one would think were completely unrelated. But you would be wrong. They're here, written by me, for no other reason than because I can… so of course they're related! … Right? *eyes you* Ahem. Anyway. I've seen the previews. I've heard a few reviews. Now, I want to see Snakes On A Plane. If anyone's going, do not spoil it. If anyone's going and feels like being generous, pick up a ticket for me. If anyone's going and is out of driving/walking range, mail me a plane ticket and we'll talk, mm'kay? Thought so. Awesome movie by the sounds of it.
And now for the unrelated part. I like a few Martina McBride songs. I hate Canadian Idol. She will be making an appearance on Canadian Idol on monday. I'm contemplating watching it… but again, I hate Canadian Idol. Decisions, decisions. Decisions I shall make Monday, assuming I'm home and in a TV-watching mood when it comes on.
It's amazing how much opinions vary, even on things that would ordinarily be considered positive. If the government of any western country, for instance, or any recognised middle-eastern government started pumping funds into a reconstruction effort, say after something like hurricane Katrina, for instance, it would be seen as the right response, and some would even go so far to say the response isn't good enough (everyone's a critic, you know). But, if an entity that the US recognises as a terrorist organization does it, like what's going on in Lebanon, it stops being a good thing and starts being said organization buying loyalty. Lebanon however calls it the right response. Recognise a familiar patern of opinion? To the people who're effected by it, it doesn't matter who's doing it, or why. It matters that someone's doing it, and all the US is doing by taking *that* stance on it is alienating Lebanon's citizenry, particularly the ones directly effected, further than it has already. It supported turning their lives upside down, and now it's against a rebuilding effort by the people it blames for the damage. One has to wonder, though, how many of the people effected blame Israel, and the US, for said damage. It's amazing how much your opinion changes depending on whether you're on the outside of a situation, or right in the middle of it. That's life, and so far as Lebanon goes at the moment, that's politics. Good politics. Whether loyalty is being bought or not, they certainly aren't making any enemies–I certainly wouldn't break the hand that's giving me money to buy furniture and things for the house they're building for me.
We went shopping this afternoon, just for a couple things we needed around the house… nothing all too major, really. It was still the biggest mistake I made today. First, my mother couldn't make up her mind where the hell she wanted to go, so we're doing the halfway up one isle, turn around, 3 quarters the way down another maneuver. And dodging people who should not be allowed to operate anything on wheels in the process. For once, I actually agree with something my brother said while at the store. If you don't have a driver's license, you shouldn't be allowed to push a cart. Although, there's people around here who shouldn't have a driver's license that do so I dunno how much less likely we'd be to end up watching out for other people's stupidity.
We finally got everything we were there for, and a few other things (I don't know why it is we always come home with more than we went for), and the drive home was just as… ahem… eventful. People have apparently not yet learned that no more than one object can occupy any given space at any given time without catastrophic results. So, we got to play the hit the breaks before the truck that isn't watching where he's going hits you game. Back to what I said about people who shouldn't have licenses. Obviously we made it through alright, since I'm here bitching about it, but… it was irritating as hell, to say the very, very least. Then, less on the common sense needed list and more on the screwing with us list, we had to stop for gas and the station we were planning to stop at was closed. At 3:00 in the afternoon they were closed. That can't be good for business. So we went somewhere else and saved a penny. Pretty sad when the price of gas is down to $1.1/liter. A month ago that price would had at least my mother cursing to no end. Ah well. Back to CSI, lasagna and lazyness. Pembroke's stupidity can only do so much to fill an entry, and I've got nothing else.
You saw it coming. But not really. But it's here. Oh nos! It is now official United Church of Canada policy not to buy bottled water. I love one of the reasons they give for the decision.
"If you've got $100 to spend on groceries each week, we don't want people buying into some subliminal message that the water in their taps isn't safe and that . . . they have to be spending $10 to $15 on a couple of cases of bottled water.
Uh, duh… it's entirely possible some people's water *isn't* safe. Besides, no one likes drinking hard water. And, let's see. What else can I tear apart in this latest piece of brilliant religiousness?
"In fact, they're paying for their water twice. They're buying that bottled water and they're also paying taxes for water – crazy if you're on a limited income.''
Unless, of course, you're not on municipal water. Then, things like poweroutages tend to necessitate the good old bottled water. Granted, this is regarding churches buying bottled water, but the same arguments still apply. I don't particularly care what your religious philosophy/policy is, but… bah. I will never understand some people's attempts at logic. That I don't attend church just makes it less likely I'm going to try.
"Cell Block Tango"(please download and save before playing)–what can I say? Saw the movie, wish I could see the musical, and… it just um… so happens to be the theme song for a couple friends of mine. With perfect reason, mind you. But still. I can't help but snicker sometimes when I play this one… 'cuz if one friend of mine had her way, parts of the song would have so suited her x-husband.
Highschool kids have a small pot problem, and now we know why. The stars do it. Okay, it's been proven. Everyone under the age of 20 is not allowed to watch TV anymore. I mean, hell, if an 18-year-old sees an 18-year-old doing it… ah, who am I kidding? They'd do it anyway.
And this time, it's the obvious I knew about while I was going to highschool. Apparently, 1 in 10 students in Montreal are adicted to pot. Uh, no, really? About 95% of the students in my highschool were more than likely adicted to it. Granted I didn't go to school in Montreal, but still. What the fuck did they expect? Although, I expected that statistic to be higher… but then, how many people smoke up and don't admit it? My brother tried that for the longest time, stupid idiot that he is. Ah well, I don't expect that to change a thing, but at least it isn't kinda shoved quietly off in a corner somewhere. And just think, I was gonna post a boring entry on advice and such instead of this. This is slightly more entertaining.
Not really, but this is amusing. I dunno how true or not it is, but the voicemails are priceless. I almost wanna work there just so I can hear crap like that as it comes in. Who needs commedy central?
She used to do pop music. Now, she pops out children.
Apparently, miss Britney's second pregnancy was an accident. Hm. I think I heard mutterings of that sort when she had her first one, too. I dunno, does "it just kind of happened" not sound a little too… um… teenagery? Fortunately, she's stopped singing, at least temporarily–having a kid will kind of take away from your time recording songs, touring, and generally irritating people. Unfortunately, she has still not heard of my decree that stupid people are not permitted to breed.
US law: running people's lives, whether they want it to or not.
A 16-year-old boy, who just so happens to have cancer, and his family are being taken to court because they don't want to go through chemotherapy treatment. Uh, okay. Who's business is it? Apparently, they went through it once, and the cancer he has came back. So, naturally, they're a little iffy on going through it a second time–that's hell to go through once, never mind twice. So, they want to try some herbal treatment instead. Now, personally, I'm no fan of herbal medicine, but that's just me. I'm no fan of the more mainstream medicine either. I don't care what the hell treatment this or that person prefers. If you're the type to close your eyes, snap your fingers and believe it's supposed to fix things, then by all means go for it. At no point, though, is it the state's right to tell you what the hell to do so far as medicine goes, in my honest opinion. But that's precisely what the Verginia courts apparently want to do. I dunno. Maybe I just don't care about the popular opinion, but I figure the court system should go back to putting people in jail, and let the individual families decide how the hell to make the big decisions. But, it's the US, who seems not to have a problem in monitoring everything from your internet trafic to your phone conversations in the supposed name of homeland security, so I aught not to be surprised.
Her: I'm having to do this electrode therapy thing… feels so fucking strange
Me: you figured it out?
Her: (Name removed) helped me. Lol.
Me: lol.
Her: Muscle keeps spasming
Me: hehe… you've got a twitch.
Her: Yes, I do. Shush
Me: no.
No sooner do things in Lebanon show signs of possibly getting back to normal, if there is such a thing in the middle-east, does Iran toss its 1.5 cents into the mix. Correct me if I'm wrong, but there's some unwritten law that says there can't be any less than 3 countries at war at one time in that region or hell will freeze, lightning will strike and whipe out whole cities, and Bill Clinton will be appointed US president; screw elections. Ceasefire isn't even 12 hours old, and Iran's making more threats. Just another little piece of insanity from a country of whackjobs. And these fools have nuclear technology. We're fucked if they decide to pull a Hitler.
It only took a month, but it would appear Israel's *finally* decided to pull out of Lebanon. And the US didn't even have to tell them to. Now, if they can get their story straight, we'll have it made. But, can't have everything. I'll just be happy with the UN imposed ceasefire. *If* it holds out. *fingers crossed*
I know the stuff better than the moron acting like a security guard at the gate to what's left of the much advertised waterfront festivle this afternoon. Me, my mom, and my aunt decided to go see what all was going on, since today was the last day of it and well, it killed a couple hours. We didn't even have to go inside before the fun started–it was waiting for us at the gate. So, we show up, each of us with a coffee, and the ladies decide it might be more worth their while to carry their purses with them, rather than leave 'em locked in the car. Beats carrying loose change with them, and all. Well, turns out they were wrong… the nutjob we'll call a wanna-be security officer thought it'd be fun to try making them let him look in their purses, *supposedly* for drugs and/or alcohol. Okay, no big deal… i mean, they didn't have any on them anyway, but still. Never mind the fact he doesn't have the authority to do a search, but he doesn't have reason to either; we weren't doing anything incredibly out of the ordinary, or anything that would *give* him just cause for a search. But, that wasn't even the biggest part of the idiocy. This guy's not a cop, and we know for a fact he's not a cop. There was not a cop present. So, assuming he had just cause for it, he couldn't do a thing about it right then anyway. As mom said before we got home after all that, family gets told to politely fuck off when they try routing through purses… what the hell makes him think he's gonna be any different? The amusing part of it is he tried to argue his case with me–huge mistake. I won't provide a blow by blow account of the conversation here, because I'm too lazy, but near the end of it, I was about ready to straight out tell him he's more than welcome to search anything he pleases. *If* he finds us a real cop. Ah well, once we got past the one guy stupid enough to try and out-asshole me, it was kinda fun. The moral of the story: just because you took law does not mean you stayed awake through that class. If this guy had, I wouldn't have been able to walk all over him like I did. Ah well, it's Pembroke… stupidity is par for the course.
I'd just like to point out that the next piece of junkmail I get advertising OEM software is going to cause me to accidentally murder someone. I must average about 5 or 6 of those emails per day. Downright pisses me off, that.
I blame 5 hours of concert, bad beer, and the fact by the time we went home it was… considerably cooler than when we got there. But it was loads of awesome, anyway. After the concert we weren't quite ready to go home yet, so we went for coffee and such instead, and got some of the worst service I ever remember getting at a restaurant. It's one thing for it to be busy and for things to take a while… that's understandable. But, it was pushing midnight, the place wasn't that busy until we'd been there for a while, and the waitress we had couldn't get her act together. By the time the waitress actually remembered we did have an order placed, most of our food was cold, and a few of us were on our third time asking for a refill on coffee. To add to that, all my mother ordered was rice pudding and it took 3 tries and a different waitress before she got it. Oddly enough, every time there was something not to our liking about the service, it was someone else's fault; not the waitress's. Like, again, my mother's order, which she blamed the afore mentioned different waitress for because she 'told' her to bring it to us. Meanwhile, I'm thinking "Okay, this isn't her table for starters, so why's she doing your job?". If things kept going like they had been, that different waitress would have gotten our tip. As it is we never left one… I was tempted to demand a poor service discount. Which reminds me, it's a good thing we didn't have a problem with the bill, or paying for it… she just punched in the information and buggered off to do whatever the hell it was she'd been doing when she was supposed to be serving food. We could have just hit cancel on the payment and walked out, and she'd of been none the wiser for it. We didn't, though, 'cuz we're honest folk like that, though the thought did cross my mind a couple times. And it wouldn't be the first time I ended up not paying for a meal. Or the first time I ended up not paying for a meal because the waitress was too ditsy to collect. But that's another amusing story for a different entry. I just find it kind of amusing, in a way. I mean, it wasn't that busy in there, and the waitress we had seemed 3 steps behind herself for the whole time we were there. I cringe to think what she'd be like during the supper/lunch hour rush. If only their schedules were common knowledge I'd plan my eating there around her.
In somewhat–okay, very–unrelated news, I swear my brother now has a new girlfriend. And, in fact, she happens to be the lap warmer mentioned in the last post here before I died for the night. I'm… not sure exactly what to think of her *quite* yet. I mean, so far she's at least slightly more mature and less bitchy than the last one, but then, I had an English teacher in grade 9 who was less bitchy than the last one, so that doesn't tell me much. Now, if they'd just get out of the driveway and go do whatever it is she came over here so they can do, so they can stop driving my dogs up the frickin' wall, I might like her a little more. Or at least not get the urge to scream out the window for them to bugger off. Much.
If anyone recommends that you take in a Roadhammers concert, do not ask, just go. They throw an awesome show. A few of the opening acts kinda stunk up the scene–one group killed almost every song they sang, and the other only managed to brutally torture about half of them, and the beer sucked–it was a choice between crap (Coors Light) and sludge (Molson Canadian), but aside from that, it was all a good time. My ears are still recovering. Yeah, I don't blame people for not liking/listening to country music. I'll listen to almost anything, that included, but even for someone who doesn't like that type of music it's a good show. My brother, a fair few of his friends, my cousin, and my aunt are not into that particular music selection and they all had a decent time. At least, that's how it appeared anyway. Although I dunno if my brother was enjoying the concert or the fact he had a lap warmer, but hey, he was enjoying something. And for once, I didn't feel like clubbing him one with the nearest heavy object. That's gotta be some kind of a record. So, uh, yeah. Fun was to be had. Tomorrow is apparently the day of the bands I either haven't heard of or don't like, so the chances of me going down tomorrow are slim. Especially if I end up deciding sleep is overrated… but, eh. And speaking of overrated, I still got crap to do. Dammit to hell.
Your propensity for monogamy is high.
You find it easy to be devoted and loyal to one person.
And in return, you expect the same from who you love.
Any sign of straying, and you'll end things.
Experience Level:
Your experience level is high.
You've loved, lost, and loved again.
You have had a wide range of love experiences.
And when the real thing comes along, you know it!
Dominance:
Your dominance is low.
This doesn't mean you're a doormat, just balanced.
You know a relationship is not about getting your way.
And you love to give your sweetie a lot of freedom.
Cynicism:
Your cynicism is medium.
You'd like to believe in true and everlasting love…
But you've definitely been burned enough to know better.
You're still an optimist, but you also are a realist.
Independence:
Your independence is low.
This doesn't mean you're dependent in relationships..
It does mean that you don't have any problem sharing your life.
In your opinion, the best part of being in love is being together.
I put up with my brother's mut because I don't have much choice when he decides to steal him from his girlfriend's (x-girlfriend's?) house, which is kind of… an odd story in itself considering one week they're speaking and the next she's a bitch and he's a prick. Well, she's a bitch all the time but that's just my opinion. I guess he figures I'll just babysit the thing while he goes and falls asleep on the coutch, since you know, I've got one plus i look after my mom's while she's out. But neither of them are 3 months old… I think he's less than that. Needless to say, my brother got a nice little surprise when his dog decided it'd be fun to piss on the carpet. Not that he did anything about it, but hey, at least he knows about it. He *eventually* took the dog out, but by then I'm sure if he had to do anything else it was already done. Ah well, it ain't my dog, and it ain't my problem. That'll teach him to think I'll babysit his dog, though. *grins*
I've been meaning to start doing this a while back, but like most things that require effort, I've been too lazy. I'll try and make this a semi-regular thing… meaning weekly at most, and whenever I remember at least. I'll try to explain why it is I keep this song around/listen to it frequently, though it may be as simple as I like it. This week's song: Michelle Wright - I Will Be There (please download and save before playing). Why this song? Well, primarily, because it reminds me a lot of a close friend of mine who, to put it rather nicely, was going through hell for about a year. To prevent her own embarrassment, I won't enter into specifics, but suffice it to say there were a few nights, and this she's admited to me, where my staying up and talking to her was pretty much the only thing keeping her from losing it. That girl can match wits with the best of 'em, and to have a conversation with her you'd never know she'd been through hell and back unless you were watching her go through it. She'd probably drink you under the table, too, but that's a whole other issue not related to the fact she's gone through hell; she can just put 'em back. And there's your insite into my psyche.
Of the currently 24 messages sitting in my junkmail folder, 10 of them are from GMail addies. This is not encouraging me to give any more thought to getting an account past the half second's thought I gave it when it first started accepting accounts. Of course, someone invited me anyway, but… eh. So, GMail officially joins hotmail on my list of blacklisted companies. Sorry to people who actually legitimately use GMail, but I don't like green eggs and spam. I still know when I get an email that's been caught by the server, so as long as it's not blatantly advertising viagra, it'll make it to my inbox, eventually (I do, occasionally, have to manually push a legitimate email through) and I'll reply to it if it warrants a response. If you're the paranoid type, then warn me before you mail me, or use an addie that isn't GMail. I love free email providers, really I do. Unfortunately, so does joe31001 who's selling replica rolex watches–I had a mailbox full of those from hotmail addresses a few weeks ago. Amusing, considering anyone who knows me knows I don't even wear a watch… kinda useless, given the uh, rather… lacking in sight. Ah well, it makes me feel popular anyway, and I don't see 99% of the junk except in a list of addresses and their associated subjects every night. Now, if I can just figure out how to make Spam Assassin block emails coming from Microsoft Outlook and/or Outlook Express, regardless to address, I'll be laughing. God knows those programs are viruses with email client add-ons. Yay microsoft, and such. And… that's the extent of what I have to write about tonight. That would be depressing, but I think I've filled my weekly fit-bitching and criticizing quota. If I'm wrong, you'll know tomorrow.
A likely start to a conversation one very unfortunate college football player had with his parent(s) at the age of 6. Who'd of known, just 16 years later, he'd be trying his best Terminator immitation instead? I know it's in the US constitution that it's perfectly alright to carry a gun… but methinks he went just a little tiny bit overboard. Hunting season's in 2 months, Maurice.
Ah, Sony. Where the stupid live and the idiots shop.
Stupid. Expecting people to go for yet another closed content environment when there's so much more available *without* their supposed DRM (digital rights management) software getting in the way. Idiotic: actually buying the crap rather than getting the same thing legally, free, and without 50 gazillion restrictions that all boil down to "God forbid you let someone else use it.". Hm, between DRM and MP3 players that don't work 32 days after you buy 'em, I haven't the foggiest how they manage to stay in business. Oh, yes… right. The need to replace 'em after the 32 day break. You'd think people would learn to switch brands.
And, when your power goes out 5 minutes before you plan to shower, that's not a wake-up call you want to have any part of… especially when you're not on municipal water, and so depend on electricity for your running water… kinda like us. So, there was lots of excitement to be had… and I didn't even have to leave the house. Our power *just* came back about 10 minutes ago, more or less, so now I'm kind of somewhere between doing the panic run around the house making sure nothing decides it wants to crap out on us, and contemplating whether or not to risk jumping in the shower to have the power go out yet again. Ah, what the hell. Hydro company made me wait this long… and unless they want another phone call from me, that's as long as they're gonna make me wait for the rest of the week. I got crap to do, and more things to rant about later.
Though not entirely unplanned, it was still fun. By 'it', I do mean spending a good 2 hours taking a walk by the waterfront and doing absolutely nothing. Nothing that didn't involve coffee, anyway. Sometimes, I'm very thankful for places like Tim Horton's. It's kinda sad, in a… "thank the gods" kinda way, that is… when that's the most productive thing I've done all day, but eh, until certain individuals who deserve no mention on here save to be proverbially poked in the eye actually call me back about certain job opportunities, both in the making and coming up, this is all the productive I want to be doing today.
I have officially decided the firing off of job applications is getting me nowhere, so it's now time for plan B: narrow my options and kick down doors. I've got a few things lined up, one of which has been referenced here a few times already and others will be when something significant actually comes of them, so now I think if I can concentrate on those things for now, I'll… *probably*… at the very least get my foot in the door. And, at the absolute worst case, someone'll slam said foot in said door. But eh… that's what high pain tolerence is for! And now, with that thought in mind and on paper (uh, relatively speaking?), I now go remind my aunt I want to borrow her Constantine DVD before she goes 'n forgets on me. So, because I'm lazy, unmotivated and uncreative, I shall steal one of Buttercup's famed lines–goodnight, keedz!
Or maybe it's the 4:30-ness of the post that's doing it. I dunno. If you didn't have permission to write a book about someone in the first place, would you later sue said person for *anything* related to said book, and then order said person to officially endorse said book, and write a positive review for it, whether they like/agree with the book or not? If you said no, you're smarter than she is. And, on top of that, she wants over $200000 in damages. For a book she didn't have permission to write/publish in the first place. I mean, I'm not a Clay Aiken fan, but… guh. Oh the stupidity. Where's my shotgun?
I just sat in the kitchen eating and watching Cheers. And, before someone asks why I wasn't in the living room where I could actually see the TV, read my profile. God, talk about a show that stays just as good now as when it was originally on–if my memory serves, that would have been when I was 6…ish. Or younger. I believe I shall demand that series on DVD for Christmas. Or get off my cheap, lazy ass and buy it myself. In the meantime, though… there's another episode coming on, so… g'night 'n things.
But not really. It would appear, however accidentally, everyone's favourite ISP has proven why it is they're loved completely and totally to death. In an act of unrivaled brilliance, they've released some rather… critical user information. While search queries *usually* aren't anything to be worried about, you ever done a search on your own name? Or a phone number you have/had? Or anything like that? Apparently, some of the released information contains just that. Oh, but that's just the beginning. How much information, you ask? Well, okay, so maybe you don't. Since when have I cared? Without compression, there's… something like 2 gigs of information that's gone and oops… been leaked. And this, ladies and gents, is what makes AOL awesome. I don't know why it is we haven't switched over yet. I mean really… what *are* my parents thinking?
You are dreamy, peaceful, and young at heart.
Optimistic and caring, you tend to see the best in people.
You tend to be always smiling - and making others smile.
You are shy and intelligent… and a very hard worker.
You're also funny, but many people don't see your funny side.
Your subtle dry humor leaves your close friends in stitches.
It took looking at my MSN contact list and reminding myself just how many of these people I haven't seen online in forever, never mind talked to, before the thought occured to me that I should probably start going through my contact list and removing said people I haven't seen online in ages. Some of these people I haven't heard 2 words from since, you know, I left college. And anyone who knows me knows when that was. Ah well, maybe at some point before the end of next year I'll actually do some cleaning out. Probably after I use up the 200 or so contacts MSN sets the limit to. I didn't know why there was a limit in the first place… now I do. And they said I'd never learn…
Heh, yeah, that could happen. Because I have such a crammed schedule and all. Well, I was just going to leave some vague entry up here about how absolutely nothing happened, but then I had to go find an excuse to do what I do best; bitch about stupidity. So, long story short, I did nothing yesterday, and didn't sleep last night. It was much fun. And now, on to my bitching of a fit. Those who don't want to read any farther, take a quiz.
Okay, so everyone knows te US and its allies–which, now, unfortunately, includes Canada–are on the hugest pro-democracy kick ever known to exist. Well, okay, I don't agree with forcing our way of life on anyone, but that's neither here nor there. So, what does Israel's bonehead army go and do? Why, capture a legitimate member of Palastine's government, of course. Thus, not proving anything except that they will do what they want, when they want, and with who they want, as long as they have US support. And, as luck would so have it, the odds of Bush actually calling off his new bloodhounds are next to nill. And, of course, like the lost puppy he is, Harper won't do a damn thing about it because he'd rather cozy up with Bush and screw us all over. And never mind the whole Lebanon situation, now… even if there was to be a ceasefire put in place (ha, not likely) it's *way* too late for it to do a hell of a lot of good, now. Unless the UN wants to go in and pull the two sides apart like a couple kids hell bent on strangling each other. Well, on the bright side, Harper's saying we won't be contributing any of our millitary to any international force that might be headed over there; we're spread thin enough already, what with afganistan (spelling, I know… sue me), people probably still in bosnia, and… wherever the hell else we've got people–it gets hard to keep track after a while. But, on the not so bright side, Harper isn't doing anything else to help out yet, either. Like, you know… stop agreeing with the US. If I haulled out a "Steven Harper has to go" petition, would it actually get signed?
Taking a look at my access logs indicates someone's been browsing around this way from a computer at one of Intel's facilities. Yay for those who read blogs whilst at work! Can ya find me a job, now?
The record labels' solution to the music download problem: give 'em another format no one wants.
So now, rather than doing something to make things *easier* for people to put music on their computers, so they don't have to go and do exactly what the record labels are shitting bricks about, they decide it'd be more fun to stick music on a DVD. Brilliant, absolutely brilliant. So, while yes, there is the option of additional video content to accompany your music, among other things, but you'll be taking this in favour of, say, being able to play said music in your car. Correct me if I'm wrong, but wouldn't something like this just *encourage* people to download music and burn it to CD? People… bleh. Should be shot.
A little bit arty, a little bit punk - you seem to set trends that many people follow.
It's likely that you're an academic of sorts, even if it's just on the weekends.
I can't be the only person who's sick and tired of hearing anything and everything middle-east. And now, one of the local whackjobs is trying to get his share of attention. Again. Lunatic, much? I mean, I'd rather read that story over another casualty report, just because Iran at least has the potential to be amusing. But at this point, they're doing more irritating me than anything else. Ah well, at least they're in partial agreement with the rest of the world—there will be no ceasefire. Frickin nutjob.
You feel your life is controlled internally.
If you want something, you make it happen.
You don't wait around for things to go your way.
You value your independence and don't like others to have control.
You are a realist when it comes to luck.
You don't attribute everything to luck, but you do know some things are random.
You don't beat yourself up when bad things happen to you…
But you do your best to try to make your own luck.
When it comes to who's in charge, it's you.
Life is a kingdom, and you're the grand ruler.
You don't care much about what others think.
But they better care what you think!
I'll take a cheap host with periods of down time any day.
Especially if the choice is between these folks, who I use now, and these duds, who I'll be cancelling once all the important crud's been transfered over. Why, you ask? Well, okay, so maybe you don't ask. I don't care. The answer is simple. I pay $15+ per month at the soon to be out the door site, and I don't think they've gone down once since I started. Of course, I wouldn't know for sure because, shortly after I started there, I got fed up with their pathetic excuse for an administration system and switched to the good guys. Now, while there have been more occurances lately of down time with them, it's *usually* been an isolated case or two that hasn't effected me. The two exceptions to this are, of course, when the datacenter they're in lost power, taking them, My Space, and a couple others with them. But, down time aside, the difference really? I'm informed. Not only do they *try*, being the key word here, to keep their customers updated on their status page, but posts on their blog, like this one, are the difference–not only do they keep their customers informed, but they have absolutely no problem admitting when they screwed up. Though I just like that they keep us informed. The guys I'm getting away from as soon as humanly and sanely possible, on the other hand… the only thing I receive from them is an automated email each month basicly saying "this is how much you owe us, now pay up". Yeah, reliability's kind of a necessity for me, too. But, aside from a power outage or two, I haven't had a single problem with them since January, when they fully admited they fubared a configuration setting for their email servers. The point? If you get what you pay for, then these folks should start jacking their prices up… because I've already got twice my money's worth, which is balancing out the bad taste in my mouth left by these other fools. Of course, someone's probably gonna try and argue with me on just about every point raised here. And I'll bet the first time their website goes down with some other hosting company, they'll bitch a fit and switch back to DH. You can't please everyone all the time; it's a fact of life. Some people won't be pleased until they get 6 months free, and won't stop crying about the small stuff until that happens; that, too, is a fact of life. That fact, though, can at least be ignored easily… like those people.
… the jobI'mbeing interviewed for is haveing said interview temporarily put on hold while they track down a piece of software they need? I dunno, part of me wants to be all paranoid at the guy who's supposed to be doing my assessment, and figure it's just a delay tactic so they don't have to tell me they're not interested, but you don't usually try to get rid of someone who's, apparently, on your top 3 priorities list. At least, I wouldn't. Well, regardless to what's actually going on, it's on hold, so um… yeah. Business as usual for me tomorrow afternoon. Which means I should be awake about noonish, if all goes well. Anyone who wakes me up before noon had better 1: have coffee, or 2: be out of arm's reach.
Kids take longer to leave home than they used to... no, really?
I think these folks just wanted something to make a story out of. Not that I'm complaining–it's better than the latest casualty report from Israel. Children today, apparently, take longer to leave home than they did even 20 years ago. Not that I couldn't have just told you that without the scientific research, but I guess if you've got the cash to pay for it. They say it's a lot to do with cultural things… I, personally, disagree with that but that's just me and everyone knows I'm messed up. Personally, though, I think most people who're still living at home are either unwilling to, or unable to, manage having their own place. Only reason I'm still living at home is just that; rent around here is rediculous, and well, I'm not employed yet. Whereas there's absolutely no reason for, say, 2 of my cousins to be living at home still–neither is going to school, both put in 40+ hour weeks and get a fair-sized paycheck for it, but they're both just too damned unmotivated. Or maybe they just don't see independence as motivation… whichever. And my brother, well.. he'd have to keep a job first before he can worry about moving anywhere. That kid's been fired from more jobs than I've had job interviews. So yeah, long story short, yet another example of the media telling us what we already know. I smell a subliminal message here.
In setting up my RSS feeds for this thing, I neglected a comments feed. Wopsydoodles. Ah well, problem solved. I love modern easy to write and easy to screw up technology.
