I graduated highschool for a reason, and it wasn't to go to college.
July 29, 2007
So my attempt to blog more than once a week goes kinda like this.
Weekend starts today. The last time I'll have Sunday-Tuesday off. Starting next week, it'll be Saturday-Monday instead. And… so far, all I know is there will be… probably some coffee, definitely some time spent with the next best thing to a sister, and maybe some beach. Not a bad start to a 3-day weekend. Now if I can figure out just what I plan to do for the other 2 days I'll be in business. Ah, who am I kidding? The rule is simple–whether it's not being home for 3 days, or spending the next 2 sleeping, until Wednesday night at 7:00 when I head out the door, I officially have no job. And it's going to be shweet. Hm. I should be sleeping instead of going out this afternoon. Ah well. I'll sleep plenty when I'm dead.
You can thank Lindsay Lohan for answering my question. She has decided cellebrity stupidity deserves its own category, after this latest Hilton immitation. Maybe I'm wrong, but methinks 2007 is the year of the moron. Folks, this is why you see those shows that strongly advertise don't try this at home–if you're an average joe, it's irresponsible and you probably wind up in a whole huge lot of oh shit. If you're… oh, I dunno, Lindsay, you wind up with a slap on the wrist. And a jail sentence that's more like a stay at a luxurious hotel. Oh, wait, wrong dits. Moving on.
Update:
Looks like they found drugs on her, too, which she's promptly said aren't hers. Yup, I believe you. Honest.
My cable versus satelite predicament or: the only truely evil thing about living in ottawa.
When I shoved my entire life into boxes and got the hell outa Pembroke way back in December, I acknowledged then that my hockey watching days, unles I wanted to convert to being a Senators fan, were either over or extremely, extremely numbered. Which, naturally, pissed me right the hell off. But, the job was here, the paycheck was here, and considering my schedule now–hello, night shift–it probably wouldn't make much difference anyway. Still, I had thought I was pretty much S.O.L. because the land lord didn't want us putting up satelites and whatnot. That whole securing things to the building thing, and all that jazze. Then I find out I can, just as soon as I go over to the office and sign some stupid piece of paper or something that basicly says I won't try to stick it on the roof. Not that the thought still won't cross my mind to try anyway. So now, it's not what to do since I can't get satelite–it's do I even want to pay the higher price for it, and which semi-monopoly do I want to support? Although, the second question will probably be answered when I figure out which higher price to pay and subsequently answer the first one. At the moment, my choices–neither of them pretty so far–are to give even more money to mother bell, who already has my landline and internet money (Rogers uses Bell's phone lines anyway and I will *not* get cable internet), or Star Choice, who I had living with my parents, but the nasty rumor mill tries to warn me they're expensive as hell. I dunno–I didn't pay the bill the last time I delt with them. Or, I could always just stick with the other evil empire (read: Rogers), and put up with the fact they refuse to offer the channels I'm looking for in Ottawa, which is IMHO about the most ridiculous thing out there–but that's a rant not suited for this non-ranting entry. My choices, of which there are so precious few, are also at the moment… quite crappy. And… quite dependant on me getting off my lazy ass and signing some "I'll behave myself" document. Heh. The idea of me behaving myself is amusing. No snickering, people who know me. That is, unless you're thinking the exact same thing I am–you will never know, for I will never tell. What I will do, though, is… contemplate maybe actually signing that stupid piece of paper. After I make some phone calls. Which I'll do later. Translation: ain't nothing getting done now on that front. So the point of me writing this entry was… oh yeah, right. There was none. Oh well.
On the one hand, she's the only artist all of who's albums I can safely say I own. On the other, that's because she only ever made, like… one or two, tops. And I think I somehow ended up with both. At least one person reading this is probably going "Mindy who?", and that'd be about right. Considering she hasn't had anything new out in… oh… about 10 years, I had to take a second to remind myself who the hell she was, too. That is, besides the idiot who joined a growing list of cellebrities winding up arrested for alcohol related moronicness. I guess it's like that one Brad Paisley song–when you're a cellebrity, it's adios reality. Do I have to make a stupid cellebrity category up here? Sheesh, and it all started with that damn Hilton mess. Every time someone gets booked for anything involving alcohol, I'll now blame her. Hey, she apparently likes attention–we both win.
I practically grew up watching 'Full House'. Well, okay, so I can't think of anyone my age who didn't. But even so, I had no idea Jodie Sweetin was pretty much my age. And… already, she's been married twice, adicted to meth, and… um, God only knows what else. That's the cellebrity life for you, I guess–just ask Britney. Hm, I wonder… do those two talk?
And I never thought I'd be looking forward to it quite this much. Guess that's what happens when you spend nearly 3/4 of an hour explaing that, no, if you power your computer off while frozen, the world will not, in fact, come to an abrupt and firy end. Curious minds can request specifics when I'm not working. For now, let me just say this. Paranoia on that level? Not healthy. Not even close. In fact… I think he's on medication. Or, um, should be.
Waiting on a call. Been waiting for almost half an hour. Had a grand total of two calls all night. Did a really crappy quiz, got a really crappy result not worth posting. This is gonna be a long night… somebody entertain me.
Kindly stop blowing sunshine up my ass and lower the bloody prices for a change, rather than continuing to increase them. I've noticed no significant improvement in my service since I signed up, and therefore left scratching my head as to what, exactly, this price hike is supposed to go towards–besides some CEO's pocketbook, I mean. So, please, either start dropping prices, give me something to justify paying the higher prices, or kindly fuck off.
Sincerely,
Me.
PS. I despise form letters, in any way, shape or form. Just for future reference.
Dear Valued Customer,
We would like to inform you that as of August 8, 2007, the regular monthly rate of your
Sympatico High Speed Internet service from Bell will increase from $46.95 to $47.95, plus applicable taxes.
As always, your Internet access is never shared, even during peak periods of usage.1 Plus, you’ll continue to enjoy:
• Automatically updated and fully supported security solutions, including Parental Controls, Email Anti-Virus, Junk Email Filter and Pop-Up Blocker
• Round-the-clock technical support
• Multiple email addresses and access to Sympatico Webmail
If you have any questions about your continuing service, would like more information about this rate change or wish to respond to this notice, please visit
bell.ca/contactus
. Otherwise, the new monthly rate will be reflected on the corresponding invoice.
Sincerely,
Ellen Malcolmson
Senior Vice President, Customer Experience
Bell
An hour between calls. Plenty of time to check on my Baseball Mogul Online teams. And, in doing so, I learn… I'm 17-6 in one league, 55-60 in another, 13-11 in another, and 56-42 in yet another one. Plus one that's not full enough to start yet. I have too much time on my hands. Someone call with a busted up computer. Please.
… are having just a little tiny bit of a spat right now. It has decided, I will be paying more for my occasional doughnut to go with my coffee. So now, I have to spend the next few months writing an essay on exactly why we'll need to rework our relationship. But first–one last coffee, for old time's sake. Anyone going on a coffee run?
A week's vacation is still not enough. But, 'tis over… and now, back to the usual routine. Anyone with quiz ideas, fire 'em at me. I'm gonna be bored 'til things start picking up around here… at about, oh… 2:00. Ish. Maybe. On the other hand, it *is* July 4th… Okay, I definitely need entertaining.
Yes, I've been busy as hell. Such is the norm when it gets to be, well… any time between about mid-April to about mid-September. Perhaps mid-October if I have a reason to watch the world series. But the reason I've been off the blog wagon lately? I spent the week in Pembroke. Yes, I've lost my mind. It actually wasn't that bad, though–got some niftyness things for my birthday, took mom out for her birthday, discovered a new baseball sim which I currently find myself surprisingly adicted to already (I have 5 teams at the moment), and… just generally had all manner of good times. And when good times are had, good things happen. In this case, the good thing is I didn't shoot my sister-in-law. Wanted to. Really, seriously thought about it. Wished I owned a gun. But didn't. I'm proud of me. And then–back home for me. Where I proceeded to spend all night dinking around on the afore mentioned baseball game, and set up my own league–I was bored and didn't wanna sleep. Sue me. It's really gonna hurt when it's all said and done. But damn, I'll have fun doing it.
And speaking of fun… oh, the plans that are being had for today. Put it this way–I'm leaving here in about an hour at the earliest, and I don't expect to see this place for more than an hour until after tonight's fireworks. And oh, there will be fireworks. There will be loads of fireworks. Which… is actually why I came back. Nothing against Pembroke's display or anything, but–enough's enough already. It doesn't get any better. Time for a different location… a little closer to home. Parliament buildings with cousins it is. If I post again today, it'll be in tomorrow morning's wee hours. But it'll be awesomely fun, and such. And… I've been rambling somewhat pointlessly now for about 10 minutes. Time to go do stuff.
