OK, in part two of “what’s wrong with me” I think I know the answer, but I’ll let you inside and glimpse at the insanity that is me.
A RL friend (different one) sent around an e-mail containing the 2006 fall TV premiere schedule.
I thought this was very nice and helpful!
So much so that I’ve printed it out.
And highlighted it.
Yes. I did.
It’s OK… go ahead and try and answer the question…
This new sign greeted me when I dropped my daughter at school this morning:
But I wished — more than I’ve ever wished for anything before* — I wished that I’d brought it in with me.
So go ahead and try to figure me out… what in the world is wrong with me?
*Yes, I’m exaggerating, I know. But, well… that’s just what I do.
It’s happened twice this week.
Click here to send a message.
And I’m such a sucker, I fall for it every time.
Time.
Yes, actually, it was Time Magazine I was writing to…
I am using a Pocket PC and doing so quite happily. With this device I have access to the Internet in every corner of the globe.
And you think I need to upgrade? For what, to read your website? A web site so interesting that it has been hidden behind God-only-knows what kind of scripts and contrivances.
Well good luck with that. If you ever decide you’d like to change your ways, I’ll always be there to help.
OK, maybe that was a little snarky, but I’ve been driven to the brink, pushed nearly over the edge! You all know I can’t survive without Mr Pockety-Thing in my little hands, and clicked an innocent enough link from CNN to their cousins at Time…
But no: read for yourself.
Phththfth, I say, and I’m being generous.
Oh, so the e-mail comes back…
This happened recently, and that wasn’t even a snark-a-gram that bounced! I was transferring one of my domains from Company X to Company Y, and X sent me an e-mail telling me how much they wished they could keep me as a customer.
Well, I thought, maybe I should explain about the great deal Y has offered and maybe X will want to match it. That’s only fair. So I clicked on the e-mail address provided for my use in contacting them… seconds later, same result. User unknown. Some customer service, eh? And now I’m taking *all* of my business from X and moving it to Y!
Will these companies ever learn? I guess they’re so smart already, they ain’t got nuthin’ more *to* learn! Oh well!
It’s official, I hate bloglines. I know, it’s like blaming the Tivo for not recording your show and you could have just watched it when it was on. But it’s not my fault and I know the poor workman blames the tools… but what the fuck, if the blog is updated, how can it not show up as updated? But like my DVR, I can’t stop using this thing, even though we’re not on speaking terms. Ugggh!
Wifey and went to a Scottish Festival this weekend. What fun!
We were there to see the sheep herding trials, but there were pipers to hear, dancers to watch, rocks to throw.
0K, I wasn’t signed up for any rock throwing or pole throwing, so I was spared the embarassment of learning there’s actual skill required of these events to partake. And chalk, lots of that.
“Now if we’re to make a habit of attending this type of Highland-ish sort of festivity,” says I to the missus, “I shall needs be purchasing myself a kilt.”
“Does that mean I can get a puppy?”
Uhhh, ummm… Hmmm. “Left field is that-a-way,” I indicated by pointing.
And what will wear underneath of such a garment? Oh yes, in the family plaid, of course!! But now I’ve an idea. Steady, Fido!
Green grass
Green walls
Red clay
Red white and blue flutters
Blue yells, play ball
White pants no more
White ball
Black bat
Blue sky
Green wall
Green grass
Sitting in the waiting area of my favorite automotive fix-em-up shop today I was reminded of a post I intended to write a few weeks ago and it just slipped my mind. Yes, my mind does tend to be very slippery!
A few days prior to the few weeks ago, I’d been sitting in another waiting area, this time at my favorite purveyor of pharmaceuticals. Yes, I was at the new Walgreens — have you been there? They have everything!
Anyway, I was sitting there and this customer lady struck up a conversation with the pharmacy lady. The customer lady was there picking up her Zoloft. I know this because I was sitting in the waiting chair about six feet away. “I don’t take it very often,” the customer lady told the pharmacy lady. “Every now and then I just freak out.”
I’m sure she’d be thrilled to know I’m posting this for all the world to read. The point is, you’d be amazed — shocked, even — at how much strangers know about you!
Fast-forward to the few days later and I was waiting for my truck to get new… I don’t remember, let’s just say it was brakes. Oh hell, now I remember, it was the A/C didn’t work. I was surprised they didn’t offer to work on the brakes, which do squeal something fierce!
But I digress. You see, there was this young business lady there — late twenties, I’d guess — and she spent a lot of time on the phone. And before long I knew her first and last name and her home address and how to get there. I then learned she’d be out of town from the following Monday to Thursday, so the meeting in Metropolis would need to take place that Friday. So now I knew just when to break into her house and just where that was!
Other times I’ve been within earshot of social security numbers, birthdates, PIN codes, even bra sizes! And this is without trying… Imagine if I were some weirdo or bad guy!
People, please! For your own security! Keep your numbers — and your cup letters — to yourself!
You’re probably thinking I do nothing all day but sit around and play with Photoshop. OK, just for a couple hours this week. What can I say, it was a slow week! And here are the bumper stickers I finally got off of my to-do list!
As in mocha and… what’s this? Strawberry, maybe? Huh. I haven’t been this excited since… Hey, there’s definitely something wrong with this, I’m not getting anything for this, and I’ll probably be in trouble for displaying these copyrighted images. OK, I’m going to have to fix this up.
How’s this…?
OK, clearly I’ve got nothing today! :)
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