So, I have my internet service through Comcast. And they want to up my rate exponentially after the first year promotion is up. But i’m having none of that. So I called in a month ago to make sure the service will be cancelled,
“We cannot issue a stop order more than a month out”
Ok, I can believe that, so I called today saying I wanted service to end August 1st. The gentleman said,
“You will have to call back July 27th or later to do that”
Yeah, bullshit. I said “You mean 4 days is the window to stop service?”, “yeah” he said with some hesitation. “How about you go check on that, Sir, I believe you are mistaken”, I said with an exceedingly clear and firm tone.
After a few moments on hold he came back and changed his tune. Uh huh….
My guess is the harder they make it the more people end up just missing the date and paying another month.
A few quotes I stumbled into. Needles to say he’s one of my heroes.
If this does not appeal to you sufficiently to recognize in me a discoverer of principles, do me, at least, the justice of calling me an “inventor of some beautiful pieces of electrical apparatus.
There is no conflict between the ideal of religion and the ideal of science, but science is opposed to theological dogmas because science is founded on fact. To me, the universe is simply a great machine which never came into being and never will end. The human being is no exception to the natural order. Man, like the universe, is a machine. Nothing enters our minds or determines our actions which is not directly or indirectly a response to stimuli beating upon our sense organs from without.
We build but to tear down. Most of our work and resource is squandered. Our onward march is marked by devastation. Everywhere there is an appalling loss of time, effort and life. A cheerless view, but true.
All that was great in the past was ridiculed, condemned, combated, suppressed – only to emerge all the more powerfully, all the more triumphantly from the struggle. Let the future tell the truth and evaluate each one according to his work and accomplishments. The present is theirs, the future, for which I really worked, is mine.
So, my job description is very heavily skewed towards the “stockroom” aspect of my job. The only line of it that mentions repair work is the following:
“Clean and make minor repairs on power tools and other equipment and advise users on cleaning and minor repairs of used stock, supplies, and equipment.”
Note the word “minor”. What exactly is a “minor repair”?
If i’m replacing the drive shaft on a 24″ bandsaw is that a “minor repair”? Something tells me the answer to that is “no”.
But you see I *CAN* do it. But should I? I’m not getting paid very well for what I do, but I have been doing any and all repairs that have crossed my desk.
Is this just the protestant work ethic of the USA rearing it’s head? Should I ask my boss what constitutes a “minor repair” and sit on my hands when anything bigger comes along? They can just take it out of the repair budget, which is not really very big in the first place. Which means most things will probably not get fixed.
So I was listening to NPR this morning. And they were talking about how Los Angeles is voting to raise it’s minimum wage to $15 per hour.
Of course they had the usual experts there talking about how jobs will be lost because the money has to come from somewhere.
And I call bullshit.
You have people at the top of business, in all sectors, taking home insanely massive paychecks. And as a society we allow that to be subsidized on the backs of the poorest workers while complaining that they can’t make money without slave wages.
Frankly, i’m sick of this shit. Rather than a minimum wage I propose a “maximum wage”. No person can be paid more than half a Million dollars per year in net pay, bonuses and stock.
If you need more than half a million dollars per year to maintain your “standard of living”, then fuck you for being a greedy pretentious prick. The excess will be taxed and a substantial share of it distributed to those at the bottom of the economic ladder.
It’s past time to keep paying the insane salaries of the feudal lords from the blood, sweat and tears of the peasant masses. The system is a sham. We need to break out the torches and pitchforks and take back equality.
I found this article the other day. It talks about how isolation affects the human mind. In particular I found the following paragraphs very meaningful:
There is no more poignant illustration of the power of solitude to sink one person while lifting up another than the stories of Bernard Moitessier and Donald Crowhurst, two of the competitors in the 1968 Sunday Times Golden Globe round-the-world yacht race. The trophy, offered to the first sailor to complete a solo non-stop circumnavigation of the globe, was won in 313 days by Robin Knox-Johnston, the only one out of nine starters to finish. He seemed to relish being alone with his boat, but not as much as Moitessier, an ascetic Frenchman who practised yoga on deck and fed cheese to the shearwater birds that shadowed him. Moitessier found the experience so fulfilling, and the idea of returning to civilisation so distasteful, that he abandoned the race despite a good chance of victory and just kept on sailing, eventually landing in Tahiti after travelling more than halfway round the world again. “I continue non-stop because I am happy at sea,” he declared, “and perhaps because I want to save my soul.”
Crowhurst, meanwhile, was in trouble from the start. He left England ill-prepared and sent fake reports about his supposed progress through the southern seas while never actually leaving the Atlantic. Drifting aimlessly for months off the coast of South America, he became increasingly depressed and lonely, eventually retreating to his cabin and consolidating his fantasies in a rambling 25,000-word philosophical treatise before jumping overboard. His body was never found.
What message can we take from these stories of endurance and despair? The obvious one is that we are, as a rule, considerably diminished when disengaged from others. Isolation may very often be the “sum total of wretchedness”, as the writer Thomas Carlyle put it. However, a more upbeat assessment seems equally valid: it is possible to connect, to find solace beyond ourselves, even when we are alone. It helps to be prepared, and to be mentally resilient. But we shouldn’t underestimate the power of our imagination to knock over prison walls, penetrate icy caves or provide make-believe companions to walk with us.
Different people, handle different things, in different ways.
This sums up well why I feel so much rage and disgust with my father and his new family.
I feel that I lost a brilliant caring man that was my father to a spiteful, judgmental, and patriarchal attitude.
So I have decided to build my own Tardis.
But, after looking over all the existing designs from the series I concluded that none of them matched what I wanted. So, I am going to combine the aspects of each into what I want.
It’s not really like there was ever only *one* design after all anyway, lol.
So, we have learned this morning that the copilot of this flight intentionally crashed it.
Which would not have been possible if he had not been able to completely lock the pilot out of the cockpit.
Which is something that was enabled after 9/11.
So, do you feel safer now? I sure don’t.
Had to rebuild the hot end from scratch, but it seems fine now. Hoorah!
Looks like my printer is dead for a week while I order some new fuses. At which time I can try to figure out what is broken on it that keeps blowing fuses.
After begging for some help online it looks like it’s going to cost me $170 to fix it. Not having a good week here….
When I get ready to move again one of my top priorities will be high speed internet.
And by that I mean faster than Comcast or Centurylink DSL. Something TRULY high speed.
My Trekpod tripod staff came with rubber feet on the tips, well that’s nice for hardwood floors or carpet but not so great for wilderness or rough concrete. So I took 3 stainless bolts and ground the heads off of them.
A guy at Woodtech named Dave makes these from scrap lumber. I think they are both cool and eerie at the same time.
Thankfully it was not an expensive blade.
This thing is really making me drool. It’s a modular smartphone. And both the idea and the look of the thing are awesome.
Not sure what to do about this really. I got some nice rollerblade chair wheels for my desk chair, then moved someplace with carpet rather than hardwood floors. I decided to protect the carpet with a chair mat but only 3 months later the direct pressure of the rollerblade wheels is destroying the chair mat.
Seems like Kokopelli Wineries in Chandler, AZ and their wines are no more. (Their phone number and website are defunct) I really loved their “Sweet Lucy” red. Oh well.
Anyone know if this has a modern-day equivalent? I would love to get involved with it.
You’re broken, you have issues, you have pain. Yes, I understand that, we all do.
You’re uncertain, and scared, anxious and worried. Yes, we all are.
You want the pain to go away, you want to feel confident, you want to stand tall. Yes, you and me both.
You want help. Yes, so do I.
And somehow the fates of the universe brought you to my side.
And I can offer my hand, and my kind words, or my tough love.
To help you stand back up and keep walking towards your goal.
I can help you up when you trip, but I can’t carry you to the end of the challenge, i’m not strong enough.
I can fix the car to get you back in the race, but I can’t drive it for you, I don’t have the patience.
I can draw you a map and put it in your hand, but I can’t make you follow it, I don’t have the energy.
I can pull you back from the brink, but I can’t drag you down the steps from the top of the tower, I don’t have the time.
I can make you smile, but I cannot paint a smile on your face forever, I don’t have the skill.
You are my sidekick, my partner, my friend, my playmate, my accomplice, my evil twin.
But you are not my burden to bear. You are not my duty to serve. You are not my clay to mold and shape.
I will not force you to change, I will not demand that you find happiness, I will not tell you what to be.
But I will offer my help, my kindness, my doggedness alongside your own efforts to reach your own ends.
But I cannot, and will not, do it alone.
So, I went down to a temp agency today to sign up. They had a myriad of forms to be completed of course. One in particular caught my eye.
It was the opt-out form for their “binding arbitration” agreement. While I could (And had to) turn in the agreement to allow binding arbitration to be used in the event of a dispute on the spot the opt-out form had to be faxed or emailed to a specific department.
I challenge this. It appears quite clear it is a way to make sure recruits end up forced into binding arbitration if there is an issue. Very few will actually follow up and send in the opt-out form. (I took a photo of mine and mailed it while waiting for the interview)
I suppose it’s just one more example of corporate USA complicating things in the hope it will gain them an edge.
So, somehow I ended up on a mailing list for the Washington Times. Which is odd because I do not recall ever signing up for such a thing, and checking my back emails shows no signup confirmation.
The ad is titled: “Why is THIS Bible verse changing atheists’ minds?”
Now, maybe i’m asking a lot, but I don’t expect media outlets that I might be interested in readon news on to thump the bible. It’s apparently from this nutjob company called “Health Revelations” that claims there is a cure for cancer hidden in the bible.
And after a lengthy sales pitch explaining how you can cure your cancer it asks you to claim your “free gifts” by of course signing up to pay them money: “1-Year Subscription (12 issues) for just $74.00″
Now I know the Times is just looking for advertising revenue, but it strikes me as poor judgment when their ads are more likely to stop people from reading their site than to get them clicks and more readers. This is what I expect from Faux (Fox) News, not “real” news sources.
I’m finding that some people want to come here to critique my views, attitudes, etc. And yet there is no way for me to return the favor towards them. (IE. Trolls) Those people are now banned from posting here. Have a nice day.
Someone broke into my car today and stole my custom homemade picnic bag. Such a bummer, I’ll have to build a new one.
Thankfully they ignored the tools, the ipod touch in the console, the stereo, etc. I figured a minivan would be a low-value target for such things.
Oh well, right?
So, recently Colleen (My father’s wife) commented here on a post I made over a year ago.
Somehow she thinks that she can complain about me being dramatic and negative all the time. What does she think this will accomplish exactly?
Obviously she is under the impression that i’m wrong, she is right, and that her being insulting to me is the way to change my mind.
Furthermore when I called her and asked what else she wanted to bitch about she did not want to talk to me. So the impersonal attitude of posts and emails is just fine to be insulting in but she can’t dare deal with someone on the phone.
But anyway what I really want to say is why I will never trust anything she says ever again. Because of family.
She believed her son, without any doubts over me. End of story.
Her family matters more to her than her husband’s family. Fine, terrific, but it kind of makes her conservative attitude that “family matters” really mean “some family matters”. And that I am not one of the family that matters.
So now we have all-out-war. Why? Because that’s what Colleen wants. Why else dredge up a post from a year ago and make a drama-filled comment on it?
I don’t want to fight with her. Nor do I want to fight with my father, but he never wants to actually talk to me anyway. He just lets Colleen talk for him. I find this a real shame. However my father has also showed me this behavior. He mentioned once that he believed a friend rather than believe me, his own son.
How am I supposed to take that? It’s been made clear to me that they do not value what I have to say if what they hear from anyone else they trust disagrees with it.
So, i’m done trying. They have made it clear there is no point in trying. They do not want to be logical with me, they just want to believe what they want to believe. They want to remind me over and over how I do not live up to their expectations and desires, well, tough shit.
Why do I fight? Because in the end I thought family meant something. And I fought to try to get them to understand that I am my own person and I am allowed to be my own person and that I have the right to be accepoted for that.
But little by little I am reminded that I am not their family.
Recently I applied for an opening I found on Craigslist. I received the following reply:
“Thank you for your interest in this position. It would appear yours skills are above the stated entry level for this position. We will keep your resume on file should any positions befitting of your skills open in the near future.”
I consistently hear from conservative minded folks that “There is always work out there if you want it bad enough, you just have to swallow your pride”. Well fucking guess what, sometimes there isn’t, even if you do swallow your pride.
What I also think is funny is this came from the “QA Manager” and contains a spelling error.
Rough day at work, then the bus driver closes the door on me when I try to get on the bus. Time to go home and relax.
Carrie: “I don’t know what this is, but I’ll eat it.”
So we are all aware that when we use our bank accounts there are multiple types and layers of security.
When we login to them online that is one secure portal. Often with multiple passwords, verification questions, pictures we choose to make sure it is us, etc. And when we use the cards and the bank takes or stores that information it is another layer. Unfortunately I cannot tell you how secure that one is or what methods they use because, well, they don’t tell us.
But increasingly it seems that back end is less secure than we think. The recent Target mess showed how the point of sale terminals can be hacked. And just today the replacement card I got after that compromise was itself somehow compromised.
Someone tried to run a large transaction at a drug store 2800 miles away. While this transaction failed due to some level of security the bank was still unable to tell me if the attempted transaction was via Credit Card signature or PIN code.
Let’s think about this a second. So we are relying on their security, which does not record the simplest of details of an attempted transaction.
I don’t know about you, but this worries me far more than having my card compromised.
This is one of those mornings when it is somewhat less enjoyable to live in Seattle. The thermometer read 26f when I headed out the door.
Good day to go out to eat with Velma. Everyone else is watching the stupor bowl.
I saw this on my way to work this morning, figured it was worth taking a picture of.
So this quote was mentioned to me recently:
“It is understandable that the perspectives of men and women on safety are so different–men and women live in different worlds…at core, men are afraid women will laugh at them, while at core, women are afraid men will kill them.”
– Gavin de Becker, The Gift of Fear: Survival Signals That Protect Us from Violence
And it struck me, this is true. And it shows that this issue is relative, not universal. This is something that is based on culture, change your nation or region and you change your culture. Levels of violence in Iceland for example are radically different than those in the USA.
I can’t fix the level of violence in the USA unfortunately, but I can decide to run from it.
Let me start by saying I like giving gifts. I also tend to like receiving gifts. But I dislike gifts given that have no real “meaning”.
Case in point, this gift today from the temp agency that I work with. It was a leather portfolio. With the company name embossed in HUGE ugly letters on the front. (I dislike such corporate advertising, but I digress)
Why did they give me this? I am guessing because I make them money, without them doing much of anything. Which to me is the wrong reason to give gifts.
Perhaps it’s just me. But even “obligatory” gifts should only be given when someone is doing meaningful work in my opinion.
Snowed last night. Thankfully it is above freezing out so the roads are not iced. Looks pretty.
I walked past this Weiner Mobile on the way to work. Didn’t think these things existed anymore.
Just… Wow… I have no good words to describe this.
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