gaming, movies comments edit
Date: Tuesday, November 05, 2002 1:25 PM
Subject: Your order has shipped (#XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX)

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The following items were included in this shipment:

Qty      Item                           Price  Shipped  Subtotal
1        Grand Theft Auto: Vice City    $49.99   1      $49.99 , LLC item sold by Kids, Inc. 

1        The James Bond Collection, Vol $81.22   1      $81.22 


personal comments edit

posterOkay, before I get into this weekend, let me state for the record that I found another poster that I need to get. I don’t know where I’d put it; I don’t have anywhere available in my apartment. But it calls to me. It says, “Buy me! Buy me!” It does this with unrelenting intensity.

Thus far, I have successfully exercised my will against it. I’m not sure how long I can hold out.

This weekend, Jenn and I went to a costume party. I went as a ninja; Jenn went as Mary Katherine Gallagher. Her costume was way better than mine, I think, but only because I ended up making my costume out of a sweat suit.

The party itself was very cool. There were probably 15 people over at my friend Jason’s house playing pool and air hockey and generally having a good time. Great food, too, which I’ve come to expect at Jason’s parties. He and his wife, Tracy, really know how to kick it up.

Other costumes at the party include: a Musketeer, two medieval ladies, a whole herd of army soldiers, and an Oompa Loompa. I was particularly pleased with the Oompa Loompa costume as it probably held the most childhood-memory-value of all of them. (Besides the fact that the movie was great, I dated a girl 4’4” tall a while ago and tried to get her to dress up as an Oompa Loompa, but she absolutely refused. I thought it would have been a great costume. Oh, well. It was reasonably cathartic when one of the partygoers showed up as an Oompa Loompa.)

I’m a still irritated with Amazon. I picked up my email today to find that they rejected my credit card again. I’ve tried two different cards, both of which have been rejected. I called the respective credit card companies and found that the cards haven’t even been tried. Argh. So I went to contact Amazon to find out what’s going on, but you can only email them, you can’t call them. I emailed them, now I have to wait up to 24 hours so that they can tell me (I’m sure) that they don’t know what the damn problem is and I should call the credit card company.

The irony is, you know the card that they keep rejecting? Yeah, well, on Saturday they successfully billed that card and shipped a whole other order I had placed with them. So I know the card’s good. It’s their stupid software. Bitches.

traffic comments edit

During my commute this morning I was graced with the presence of yet another driver who doesn’t know how to merge. It seems that some folks just don’t get it. It’s real simple, folks. It breaks down like this:

If you’re merging, adjust to the traffic around you. Don’t just expect traffic to stop and let you in because you’re a moron.

There is a tiny corrollary that goes along with this:

If you think you’re going to miss your exit because you waited too long to merge, that’s your tough cookies. Go to the next exit and turn around. Dumbass.

Let’s put that in pictures for the people in the cheap seats.

Another Traffic

This is actually what happened to me today. This punk bitch decides that, rather than just easing in behind me where there’s plenty of space, she will just cruise on up and jump in because - hey - who wants to wait in line like the rest of the crowd? She was obviously someone very important, too. I know this because she thought it beneath her to even signal that she wanted in my lane; she started easing over, then started signalling. Courtesy for us proletariat folk.

Needless to say, she did not get into my lane. She nearly took off my passenger side mirror before she figured out that I wasn’t going to cave in. I gave her a liberal dose of the horn and continued on my merry way. Surprisingly, she did not try to speed up and give me the finger.

I think if I ever get laid off, I’ll sign up to become a traffic cop. I swear they’d never have to raise taxes again. I’d be the hardest-assed traffic cop this side of the mighty Mississip’, I kid you not.

personal comments edit

As any reader of this blog knows, I’ve been waiting ever so patiently for my copy of Grand Theft Auto: Vice City to show up. When it does, I’m taking a week off work for vacation and a bit of the old ultraviolence. Oh, and to get my cat declawed and fixed. But that’s not the point.

I went in yesterday to to see why my order hasn’t shipped yet - the game’s out, it says it ships in 24 hours, so where the hell is it?

Turns out, they keep saying that my credit card’s being rejected so I need to enter new credit card information. Odd, since I just made a purchase at Barnes and Noble the day before. So I re-enter the card information and the site says everything’s cool.

I get an email this morning that says my card’s rejected again. What?! So I go back into the Amazon site and it’s asking for me to re-enter the card info again or enter a new card. Fed up, I just entered the number for a different credit card and things now seem to be rolling along again… Of course, I’m waiting for the rejection email on that card, too, but we’ll see. Either way, the delivery of my game is now pushed out until like November 7 - 13, when it should have been here by this coming Monday.

I called the credit card company for the card that got rejected twice, and they don’t have any record of my card being rejected. In fact, a separate order I made at Amazon was authorized on that card and they paid it on the 30th. They don’t know what the deal is.

Regardless, this has put a wrench in my gaming plans. I desperately need a vacation or I’m going to have some sort of a nervous breakdown, so just what I needed was another thing to postpone my time off. Needless to say, I’m pretty irritated.

I realized late yesterday that I never really tied the entry yesterday to its title, A Special Joy in Coffee Black. Yesterday was one of my few coffee-drinking days (and of course, no one filled the fucking pots) so I was drowning myself in caffeinated bliss.

personal comments edit

Today is not going to be a good day.

I got to work after my allergy shot appointment (for which the nurse was late) to find that several things had gone amiss in the 15 hours since I’d last been here.

First, we’re working on an automated approach to rolling out Office XP to the users here. I’m participating in the test rollout, being part of the CIT team and all. Basically, they configure some things on the network and when you reboot your computer you get Office XP automatically installed. Well, apparently, Access 2002 breaks certain apps that a few people use so last night the Office XP team here (a team of like two people) started experimenting with figuring out how to install some machines with Office XP complete and some with a subset of Office XP, minus Access.

When I turned on my computers this morning, Office XP (which was already installed) was uninstalled and then reinstalled for me. Automatically. Thanks. Because that won’t screw anything else on my machine up.

Next, I opened up my email box to find several beauties. One email from Microsoft Support told me that this gigantic program I had written basically needs to be reengineered - almost rewritten from the ground up. Apparently they’d rather have me do a shitload of work than fix the problem on their end. Fine. Another email from Microsoft Security Services alerted me to a bunch of IIS patches I have to roll out ASAP, which, of course, means I need to test them on my test machine, then fill out the change control forms on the servers that need the patch, then roll out the patch, etc., etc. What a pain in the ass, and just what I wanted to do today. There were also three new help desk cases assigned to me because users here don’t seem to know how to use the web, even though we’re a web software company. It never ceases to amaze me.

Finally, while I was figuring out all the stuff I have going and pending, I realized that I’m the major bottleneck on almost all of the projects I’m on because I’ve got too many damn irons in the fire (so to speak). No stress there, baby.

I did try using the voice recorder feature on my iPaq during the ride home last night, though, so I’ll put the thoughts I came up with here, in the order I came up with them. Honestly, I don’t remember a single one, so I’ll be just as surprised at them as you are. Here we go…

Transcription software. I need to look into getting transcription software for my iPaq, if such a thing exists. This would make the writing of the blog way easier, assuming the software was any good.

My mind is going, and I really can’t remember what I did yesterday (or even last week), so maybe the blog is spoiling me. While talking to my friend Liz at lunch yesterday, she asked me what’s been going on with me. I was like, “Haven’t you read my blog? I post all the good stuff there.” And she was all, “No. Can’t you just tell me?” That’s when I realized that I don’t remember what’s been going on. I write it down here so I don’t have to remember. I’ve never been very good at remembering chronologically-related things (dates, times, happenings), so maybe that’s just my nature. Then again, I’m wondering if I’m not even trying to remember because I have it written down right here.

Cheap American toys and the lack of quality. I bought a small die-cast metal car yesterday in the shape of a 2002 Acura RSX Type-S (the car I drive). It had this ridiculous spoiler on the back that was almost the size of the car, and while I was contemplating what to do about that, it came off in my hand. I didn’t even apply any pressure to it - it just broke. Where’s the quality anymore? I remember a time when you could take a 20-pound sledgehammer to a Matchbox car and it’d break your sledgehammer. Damn.

If I can’t remember things now, how will I even remember to listen to these recordings? This was sort of a disjointed thought that sprung from the above My mind is going… thought. Basically, I’ll forget I even recorded stuff on my iPaq to listen to later. That’s pretty sad.

Bizarre Love Triangle is one of the best songs ever. I was listening to the New Order album Substance in the car. I think the statement speaks for itself.

I wonder if I aspire to speak like Jay and Silent Bob? For those who have seen any of the View Askew films… I sometimes come up with shit that even I don’t know where it came from. I think subconsciously, I try to be like the characters from, say, Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back.

I think my blog is a lot like the TV show Seinfeld - it’s a blog about nothing. I’m thinking that’s true. I read back on some of the stuff, and it reads like a bad episode of Seinfeld - nothing happens to me, yet I write about it anyway.

Driving my car at night reminds me of the SR-71 Blackbird spy jet. The inside and the outside of my car are both black, so you don’t see anything in the car that isn’t lit up. When you turn the lights on, the gauges all light up red. And I don’t mean the whole back of the thing - only the letters, numbers, and other markings light up. I dig it.

I always appreciate those people who want to drive extra safely and go 15 mph in a 25 mph zone. Because you know that the extra 10 mph is just killing them. Ice cream trucks go at least 30 mph. Get a move-on, people.

There you have it. The latest thoughts, as they happened.

I read this back and wonder if that tape recorder I so desperately need is such a good idea after all.