Thanks to Rob, I now have no fucking appetite. If you really want to see what happens when you hang out in Berkeley for too long with a bunch of fucking hippies smoking dope, check this out. I saw what is either a chick with a goatee, or a guy with huge fucking man-boobs, as well as a guy that looks like a chick, or some lady that is in the midst of her sex-change surgery. Damn.
July 2005
Deadwood
As I’ve posted before, I don’t watch a whole lot of television. I was over at HBO’s web site to see when the new season of Sopranos (one show that I do watch) begins, and saw that they have renewed Deadwood for a third season. Cool beans. It is supposed to start production later this year and air sometime in 2006.
A fresh pair of undies
August 10th is National Underwear day. Whatever.
The HTPC
I managed to get the old hard drive up long enough to ghost it over to one of the extras. Hopefully I won’t have any more trouble for awhile. It is booting right now. As long as I plugged the usb stuff into the right connectors I will be good to go. Haven’t heard too many complaints about there being no TV, but that wasn’t going to last much longer.
Someone received a well-deserved beatdown
And it wasn’t me, haha.
Apparently Russia’s biggest spammer was murdered. Damn, noone deserves to die like this, but if it has to be someone, I guess the assholes that fill up my inbox are just a tiny bit above shit on the evolutionary scale.
How I spent my summer vacation
Actually it was only a few hours, but it sucked nonetheless (is that actually even a word). Has to drive to Norcross tonight to cater something at our office, but got ensnarled (I loke that one too) in this fucking mess. Two cars and four tractor trailers tied it up and at least one person has died. That is the really sucky part. I can deal with traffic, but it sucks thats someone had to die. I hate taking 285 anywhere, and this just makes me not want to get anywhere near it. Needless to say, I never made it to Norcross. 45 minutes after I should have been there, I was sitting 1/4 mile from the South Cobb exit. Got off, went the fuck home. Luckily we got in touch with the people at the office and they took care of it. I didn’t understand why one of the management teams from Atlanta weren’t taking care of this in the first place, rather than us having to drive 75 fucking miles so that we could stand outside in 100 degree weather and grill stuff for 170 people anyway. I will readily admit that we have the best team in the company, but they can’t all be nucking forons.
Star Wars Porno
I should be working, but damn.
Now I’m Pissed
Apparently the goddamn power has gone off and on again a couple of times. I have most of my PC’s set to stay off if there is a power outage, so as not to damage the hardware. Got home and my HTPC was off, and now won’t detect the hard drives. I have several pieces of paperwork I have to finish for work before I can even begin to troubleshoot it, which means no fucking TV until then. No big deal to me but Stephanie and the kids will have a fit when they get home. I think it is the hard drive that I recently RMA’ed, so if it is fried, at least I can get it replaced for free (except shipping).
More power problems
Don’t know what the hell is up with the power company tonight. Lost power again for another 40 minutes or so. Too fucking hot outside to be without power. Stuff spoils real quick in this heat.
Carroll EMC
Goddamn power has been out for the last 30 minutes or so. Everyone in the neighborhood. Can’t get through to anyone in customer service, just fucking recordings. I hate recordings. They don’t think enough about their customers to put live operators on the line, I guess that it is cheaper that way. I will admit that there are a lot of instances where automated systems are better, but they should at least work, not require a PhD to fucking navigate through.
The bank is a good example. I do most of my banking online or after hours at the ATM, but occasionally need to speak to someone on the phone. It would be very simple, just change the automated system to say something along the lines of: “Hit 1 to speak to a ve operator, otherwise stay on the line and you will be transferred to the Bank of America goatfuck line. Thank you, and call again when you are bored and need to waste an hour or two of your life”.
At least if it were someone’s voice mail there would be a slight chance of them calling you back. As is, most of the time I can barely get through the fucking system.