I started requiring registration for comments. that’s as close as I could find to turning commenting off. OK, cool. NOT~ “MrRobby” has registered and commented on every post I have. fuck! what a pain in my ass. makes me wonder why the hell I keep a blog anyway.
what a ridiculous means of creating income: annoying the living fuck out of your fellow man. THANX, JERKASSES.
I hate bees. always have always will. ok, I have a sweet spot for honey bees - they are sweet and so is the fruit of their labors. yellow jacket wasps however, can go straight back to the fuckin’ hell that spawned them. without provocation, walking peacefully along the street I am bombarded and stung, a large an’ swollen bloody hole in my neck remains. the good news is that biotch didn’t make it back to the hive to brag about his/her score. dead bitch, squished beneath my mighty shoe. still, ow, and argh, arrrg.
citibank is my first CC with rewards - free of $$ charge; free of cost however - not even close.
#1 Gripe: thankyou network is pathetic.
the “reward” points you receive are approx. 100/dollar spent. ok fine. I decided to use some - 13,500 points for a PS2 - cool - about $135. I order it up on 11/20. it is now the 27th and the order status remains exactly what it was the day I placed it: “In Progress.” perhaps I need to send them a friendly reminder? oh, what’s this - no email or e-contact method whatsoever, an address and a phone #. fuuuck you!
#2 Gripe: my finance charge calculation cycle based on std purchases is *20* days. NOT the same as my billing cycle (30 days.) this underhanded practice basically forces you into paying every 20 days or else you get charged. this is the first time I’ve encountered this tactic; it is sneaky and irritating. fuck you.
#3 Gripe: seriously, where’s my ps2?! assholes.
#4 Gripe: I called citi about a month ago to inquire about changing the due date of my payments. ‘ok np’ the CSR says in a garbled D-student english tongue. I ask to have a fee removed - ‘ok np, check back with us in 7 biz days’ - wtf? apparently ‘billing’ has to look over the acct and decide if I am worthy. ok fine I say. thanks…… at which point the CSR launches into a spcheel about some credit protection - y’know, 30 days free of “id/credit protection” yada yada shit that is probably included in my account already anyway. I say no. she launches into yet another spcheel. I am polite, I say no thanks I will consider it - mistake - as this is apparently another keyword for yet another speech. I am annoyed. I said no. good bye. in short - my gripe is NO FREE CUSTOMER SERVICE - you pay with your time as they WILL TRY TO SELL YOU SOMETHING after “helping” you. fu.
#5 semi-gripe: I did end up receiving the PS2. it took nearly *two* months and the status was never updated. well at least I got it…
I’ve been trying to figure this out for over a week now. this is what my google.com/webmasters page says:
Home page crawl: Googlebot last successfully accessed your home page on Sep 20, 2006.
what the fuck? I added a sitemap to the same page about a week ago… no change. google is downloading the sitemap daily but nothing more. I’ve yet to find any answers and am properly frustrated about it. it does not seem like I am on any spam list - excluded from indexing - but perhaps I need to submit a reinclusion request? none of the discussion groups seem to have any insight to this predicament either. help!?
Hi,
the document is attached.
last detail. He was muttering over the heap of apparatus as he punched
attached was an odd-looking .png that contained pill (VIAGRA, CIALAS, Xanax, …) prices. who the fuck would buy perscription pills from a spam message? you’d have to be out of your fucking mind.
in seeing the world that is. mexico and canada should be easy… also intend on taking a US road trip someday but I want a 45-50mpg vehicle to travel with. a sexy sweet an’ funny companion is a must too.
update: didn’t realize how fucked up the map made my blahog until just now ;( click read more to see the map of already visited nations n’ states.
More…
and a supreme waster of time…
in one of my many random stumblings around the interweb I found something unique: THE SNEEZE - “half zine. half blog. half not good at fractions.” and found it to be a fucking riot.
here have a taste!
this is surly a sign of how bad things have are beneith the veil of bush gov secrecy; perhaps we can look on the positive, this injection is a subtle admission of guilt - who else but crooks and liars seek innocence before being deemed guilty?
I don’t know how objective this Cafferty guy is, but he seems pretty upset about this, and I do trust CNN about as much as one can trust American mass media these days…
another youtube vid, I know, but these embedded things are slick:
what are we becoming?
for me, change often comes suddenly and I am usually unprepared for it. I slump into old habits - many of which are gone for the better - for however long it takes me to recover… in the process of, I become more fascinated by passionate people as I often feel I lack it. many of these people find living life courageously natural. the drive these people exibit is interesting and generally worthy of respect. in my oft slouching state, I ponder these people: is it a passion gene, learned behavior, or hard work?
I am not good at hard work. I work smart or not at all. simply thinking about *hard work* makes me cringe. I do not like it and do not intend to ever learn how to do so. I believe I can achieve the same or greater simply by persistence - though this in itself can be considered hard… I digress.
some people make a healthy living off simply unloading their passion onto the intarnet - extroverted introverts. this concept is quite appealing to me and while feels close, has yet to be seen, as if when I open my eyes or turn my head at just the right time and direction, *it* will be there. I am becoming a believer that the universe will provide to those who make the call and are prepared for the answer, even though all I have now is faith….
firm belief in the idea of generating income and exposure while not working is fantastically rewarding. faith in creating systems that work all the time is what this era is all about. just because I have yet to create one that yielded $$ doesn’t mean they weren’t great experiences to build on - middlesyde, wildcatclassifieds, various personal sites…
I have a few goals (somewhat unrelated to my rant) :
.. further engage random people more comfortably particularly those I am attracted to; i.e. beyond an awkward two words - one sentence.
.. develop a small source of income entirely separate from my day job - I have a few ideas here - and eventually quit this (fucking) job.
.. purchase a motorcycle.
I’ve accomplished a couple other goals this past weekend.
for one, my house is no longer a place I dread returning to. I am hoping this is the first step towards creating a place to be more proactive and productive.
what empowers you to change?
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I am freaking out at work and I fucking hate this town.
to blizzard support:
for some reason, you *still* can’t get this shit (routine maintance?!) done on time. after nearly 2 years of running this game, and an near infinite amount of money to keep things moving forward, why can’t you bring servers back online ON TIME on a regular basis?!
your developers and artists are incredibly talented. the vision of the world and its implementation are astounding and revolutionary. I am only pissed off you’ve stolen so much of my life once in awhile.
so, OK, you have 4+ million subscribers, it’s a huge load; but that’s A LOT OF FUCKING MONEY. you could hire 4 million monkeys to do the same job your support staff does now. I’m sure there ARE exceptions, but WTF: your forums and your web servers go down when your game servers aren’t back up in time. there are a LOT of pissed off people wanting answers and rarely are they provided.
are you so greedy and inconsiderate that making deadlines is like a reward to your loyal subscribers? do we not pay you $13-$15 contractually such that you provide us a service? I feel like you nickle and dime us by constantly missing “deadlines.”
you are a drug dealer with all the supply in the universe; does this increase in temporary demand by pushing people to the ends of their patience actually provide benefits? if so I can’t imagine what sort.
No, I won’t stop giving you my money. Yes I pre-ordered your fucking collectors edition Burning Crusade expansion. I am simply disappointed in your irresponsibility to adapt, or at the very least, inability to be more upfront and honest with those who love you.
I pay and therefore I have the right and the privilege to bitch. *PLEASE* FIX YOUR SHIT BEFORE THE EXPANSION.
pitchforkmedia reviews some new crappy album.
thanx waxy.
so I guess I drink too much: too much coffee, too much vodka. at least that’s what my mommy says. it rather happily explains why since as of this week, I have been wiping small amounts of red from my ass. but only when I poo, there is no leakage (eww).
it’s a much better explaination than pondering the possibility of ecoli - have you eaten spinich lately? (hope not!).
drink less baddies. that concludes my self-learned lesson of the day.
I am so burned out. BURNT.CRISPY.BLACK.TOAST. I can’t wait any longer for the r&r my dear Anna has planned out for us. it’s going to be FAN-FRIKKIN-TASTIC let me tell you. well, actually, that’s ALL I’m going to tell you. (for now?)
work is like, the lame mule trailing behind the pack. I am a month and a half overdue for my annual review (and supposed raise/promotion) and I’m getting a tid bit ansy as well as anxious about the whole affair. is it going to totally suck? am I not even going to get a new title / raise / job-satisfaction-tolerance-improvement? I’m also wondering if things are in-delay on purpose as to keep me subdued, and in tractorbeamed. it’s kind of sad to think that I’ve been here my entire 24th year of life… not real sure why, though…
spending the weekend away from Chi-town might help, at least it’ll pass another couple days outside the norm-routine… this time next week I shall be in Austin, livin’ it up! :)
when you’re a stranger
faces look ugly when you’re alone
women seem wicked when you’re unwanted
she began as the acquaintance I always hoped would be around, to the loving and caring friend who quickly evolved and opened her heart to me becoming into an amazingly beautiful person. I fell in love with her and quickly established a bond I hoped and entrusted much of myself in. for a brief time, I had never known such wonders existed. then something broke. it healed, and evolved again. she was my friend again. soon after, we slipped into loving one another again. then without warning, something broke again, but this time even more ambiguously. it has stayed broken, and I have stayed in the dark as to why and how. it isn’t going to heal. it’s over.
if we could’ve remained honest as we were in the beginning, I think I could’ve married this girl. I saw it. I touched it. and now it’s gone. it escaped my fragile hold on reality.
I wish I knew what happened to my short-lived best friend.
grow up, grow strong and leave the past behind
MISSSTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE!! (20 points to the person who knows this reference)
I should not have posted so many of my thoughts in public view. it dissuades the ever alluring unknown. mystery, my friends, is sexy.
granted I’ve cut back, predominately because things are generally better. I don’t regret what I’ve done, it helped quell relentless thought patterns for short time periods, and the heart I’ve poured into some of my entries shant be forgotten.
for the most part, it’s fine… but the issue I’ve realized, is when the girl who’ve I’ve inferred to so very many times, has come around to read this.
if she really wanted to know what’s going on. she’d come to me. this thought-painting has served to destroy that pathway immediately and thoroughly. I don’t have proof, I’m just assuming based on evidence.
I tried to put things out like a blahog disclaimer, and keep my thoughts as jumbled and incomplete as possible, but I tend to rant. in doing so, I’ve expose far more than I intended, illustrated a far more exaggerated reality than I may actually feel. a private journal in many/most cases would have sufficed….
Live and Learn. Pine and Pine and Pine and Pine…. fucking A.
I miss her still, as if we said “talk to you later” yesterday. my god…I wish she would call.
