Wednesday, July 28, 2004

Who knew?

So my friend Ivan gave me this article to read and I thought I'd pass it on to you.  All I can say is I'd be happy to try both the money and the sex and give them my feedback...  Enjoy!

Wednesday, July 21, 2004

poor computer

so my computer seems to be having a sexual identity crisis today...  I have my song list set on random at the moment and it keeps playing Melissa Etheridge then REM's "Everybody Hurts"...  Then it plays "Broken" and back to Melissa Etheridge!  I only wish there was some way I could make it feel better about the situation...   I love you computer!  Gay, straight, bi, whatever - I don't judge you my little friend!

Tuesday, July 13, 2004

7-10 Days

Okay, here's a little rant for you:

I called my cable company last week to tell them my internet was down and, after determining the problem wasn't operator error (did you plug the modem in? yes....), they sent a very nice gentleman out between 1 and 5 last Tuesday (which translated to 5:15, but they got the Tuesday part right). After doing a couple of line tests, the guy went out and discovered the cable running to my house was too small to carry the necessary signal and, after following it to the box also found that it was spliced underground (they're not supposed to do that) to an even smaller cable! Way to go cable company!!! So my lovely technician braved "400 spiders and a little black snake" to string me a new cable, which also cleared up the reception on my broadcast channels (nice bonus). He then left me, telling me he would put an order in to get that line buried and that I wouldn't have to be home for that. I waited...and the lawn grew...and I waited...and Friday, someone came out to paint lines on my now overly long lawn where the phone line goes....and I waited...and the lawn grew some more.... I called them today and the very helpful lady at the customer service desk told me the line should (SHOULD?) be buried in 7-10 days! So now I'm faced with the exciting prospect of mowing UNDER my new cable, stooping to pick it up, mowing under, putting it back, etc... with every pass of the lawn OR living in a wild jungle of crab grass and clover (okay, lawn may have been a bit optimistick there)... Sigh. Why do I get the feeling there is a van full of guys flipping coins as to whether they work today a la The Money Pit?