Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

Ever since George W. Bush became president, all the cool kids are telling redneck jokes. If a black man were elected to office, would black jokes be appropriate?

I’m in a very quiet mood. The sort of mood that’s masking a very bitchy mood. Where I know that if I’m not quiet, I will end up being mean. The problem is that with 2 kids and a husband, it’s pretty impossible to be as quiet as I would like to be. If I lived alone, this weekend would be one where I would lock myself in the house, unplug the phones, and read books for 2 days, perhaps remembering to eat some chocolate occasionally. And sleep for 14 hours at a time.

Instead I have to corral kids and pets (the gd dog ate all the bread again) and husband and keep an iron grip on my hormonal rage tight enough so that I don’t transfigure into a raging hairy red-eyed slobbering spitting beast when I’m asked, for the 30th time that day, why I’m so quiet and what the matter is.

Sometimes I realize what it is that makes people put their fists through the wall. The scary part is that it’s hard to control. It’s not like I can stop the hormone rush, and the hormones make me feel like I’m… not me. Normally I’m the kind of person who fusses at other people for making mountains out of molehills. Life’s too damned short. I hate feeling like this. My stomach hurts. Just a couple more days…

Am I the only one who doesn’t want to get 3 meg attachments of car crashes and cats in my inbox? Because when I get them and email the sender that it’s nicer to put the file up on a webpage and mail out URLs, I invariably get a hurt response or puzzled silence. A friend sent me something like 6 megs of movie files from Stile Project the other day while I was in Las Vegas. I was using my Sprint phone to check mail and it took me around 30 minutes to download that one message. That counts against my monthly cell phone usage, not to mention my mailbox quota.

Should I give up trying to tell people that it’s not nice to send huge files unsolicited (or is it?) and just ask them nicely not to send me jokes anymore?

I forgot to mention about the times that I went out in Las Vegas with my new Louis Vuitton replica purse, I got all sorts of admiring stares, compliments, nudges, and whispered comments. According to some commenters on my previous pursal entry, I really need to have people think I’m so very rich and special and needing validation. Well I got all of the above, and you didn’t. Nanny nanny boo boo. And I won $3000 in one day, too. Neener neener neener. Perhaps I’ll take my winnings and buy me a real damn purse. Nyah.

Hub and I got laptops at CompUSA on Valentine’s Day this year. We bought $600 worth of extended warranties on the urging of the sales droid, who told us that if anything at all were to happen to the laptop or the screen, we could just bring it in and they would replace it on the spot at the store. Great!

Well my hard drive’s acting funny, making weird noises and not accessing data, and we’re leaving on Monday for Las Vegas and I don’t want to be without a computer, so I pack it all up and hub takes it in to CompUSA to replace it. Turns out the sales droid lied about the replacement thing; they have to check it in and try to repair it first. The manager of the store said to take it up with the store we bought it from, and said if it didn’t work that we should just take it out to the parking lot and smash the screen and then take it back in to get replaced.

Upon reading the fine print it turns out the manager lied to us as well, since screen damage by misuse or transportation isn’t covered.

I called the Houston Apple store who was sympathetic but also unable to replace the unit.

You can rest assured that we are going to get our $600 in “extended warranty” charged back. And we’re not buying from CompUSA anymore.

The worst part is that I backed up my hard drive and wiped it this afternoon, so now to use it again I have to copy everything back over to a hard drive that may or may not work.

Today was the Featureprice Rally day – the day when all those who were scammed by Featureprice got together to email several dozen media email addresses. One person had this to say about the response:

“I asked how many e-mails they have gotten already, and they said they have gotten thousands already with others still coming in. The NBC-2 reporter told me during the interview their news crew had just visited FeaturePrice facilities and they were treated very badly by the FeaturePrice employees, they were spat at and at least one person dropped their pants and mooned the video crew. The 5 o’clock, 6’oclock, and 10 o’clock news is going to have some good video. Somebody record it for me. This Rally Cry has gotten the media’s attention and I finally have a good experience regarding FeaturePrice.”

They mooned the cameras and spat at them! Man oh man oh Manischewitz, I can’t wait to see the video. Somehow I don’t mind the monetary loss as much anymore.

I have to rush to type this before the foul piece of excrement that’s known as Internet Explorer crashes for the 87th time this hour.

I feel like shit and I’m grouchy. Mexican farmers light fires every year and cause this hellish haze to settle over Texas. Right now it’s so bad outside that even my neighbors houses look misty. Like it’s foggy outside. The smoke has clogged my head and ears and makes my eyes itch and I cough all night long and have this low droning headache. Allergy medicines don’t help. We haven’t seen blue sky in weeks.

All we can do it just wait until either it rains, the wind changes, or the fires go out. And this happens every damned year. Absolutely freaking ridiculous. I can’t wait to go to Las Vegas where the air is usually clear. I want to go down to Mexico and throttle those farmers and arsonists who can’t seem to grasp the concept that they are making millions of people miserable, even though they nearly burned their entire country in 1998.

Will people never learn?

Feature Price Rejects Bids, Shuts Down

Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out, Featureprice.