Featureprice has left the building.
This morning they posted a statement on their website saying they’re going out of business, and apparently for a while kept updating it with various accusations and blame-laying. Once I can get a clean copy, I’ll post it here.
This makes my day!
1. Health insurance sucks. I apparently can’t get insurance because I’m too fat. Neat.
2. Prescription drugs sucks. I went to see the doctor the other day to get something for tension headaches (which for me are caused by not sleeping) and she gave me some Elavil, which is supposed to be this all around wonder drug that cures depression, insomnia, tension headaches, and chronic pain. Only problem is that it turned my into an utter and complete bitchmonster and nobody, but nobody, was immune to my wrath. Yikes.
3) So I took a little hiatus from quilting because any little thing that went wrong (or that I perceived might have a chance of going wrong) made me want to burn the darn thing, in which case I really never will get it done. (Only 5 or 6 short stripes to go!) Luckily I figured out the trick to sewing on merit badges by machine – the lovely zigzag stitch! I probably would have permanently disfigured myself trying to sew those things on by hand – they have a hard plastic backing, and so far I’ve broken a basting gun, a #10 Between needle, a #12 sharp, and a universal sewing machine needle on them.
4) In my time off I got to the games I’m supposed to be beta testing (yes, I beta test games, it’s a tough job but someone’s got to do it, no I don’t get paid but I do get the games for free as well as get my name in the credits for all the world to see). I started out thinking that this one I’m working on was imbecilic, but it’s grown on me and now I’m totally addicted. Meanwhile the other game I’m testing, the one where I didn’t want to stop playing to eat, bathe, or sleep, has fallen completely by the wayside.
5) I’m turning into an old lady with grey hair and wrinkles and dry skin. When I was a teenager I scoffed at the commercials that told me my face would get dry as an adult. Whoops.
6) I haven’t gone to church in forever because I feel too guilty even to ask hub if he minds watching the kids for a couple of hours, even though I do it all the time when he goes out.
That is all.
Don’t forget to watch Six Feet Under tonight. Brenda’s coming back. I’m going to have to make hub watch in the other room so I don’t have to hear him call her names.
We just got the girls to sleep, so now I can go to sleep to wake up in 6 hours in time to shower and feed the 4 yo and drive to San Antonio and go look at cabinets in a place that’s not really going to be open and we won’t be able to find out prices, then to New Braunfels to look at light fixtures at a place that may or may not be open on Saturday.
That’s ok, I have nothing else to do. Ha.
And I spent 2.5 wasted hours tonight at the crap-ass mall near my house looking for a basic black evening dress to wear on formal night on the cruise, and all they had was stuff in petite sizes. Hello, I’m 5’9″, petite schmetite. But that’s ok, I had nothing else I could have been doing.
I hate poor planning!
I don’t know what to do anymore. The three year old won’t go to sleep and screams at the top of her lungs for an hour when it’s naptime or bedtime. The 18 month old wakes up 4 times in the night. I feel that I’m on the edge of some kind of breakdown. There’s something stretched constantly tighter inside of me and it’s straining and groaning towards a snap. I’m always on the verge of throwing up. My hands are shaking and I cry at the most inappropriate moments. I think I’m going crazy.
Ahoy, fellow bloggers! Yourish.com has designated today International Eat an Animal for PETA Day. PETA’s new ad campaign makes a direct correlation between the Jewish holocaust and eating meat, featuring side by side pictures of inmates at Buchenwald and chickens in cages. Stunning. Just as Elie Wiesel was stunned and unhappy to find that he was in the picture of the inmates.
“They even have my picture here,” Wiesel said and expressed his surprise as he looked at the ad. “They shouldn’t do that.”
So to arms (and drumsticks, and steaks, and lobster tails), fellow bloggers! Send PETA a letter. You can use this text that I shamelessly lifted from Yourish –
Dear PETA,
I found your new ad campaign, “The Holocaust on your plate,” offensive and outrageous. But I don’t expect your organization to suddenly develop any sense of tact or human decency, so I thought I’d tell you what your campaign has wrought:
March 15th has been designated “International Eat An Animal For PETA” day. On that day, I’ll be chowing down on a juicy steak, or chicken, or perhaps I’ll have lobster—fresh, of course, chosen from the tank specifically for me. Maybe I’ll have a plate of ribs at my local barbecue restaurant. Then there’s that great seafood restaurant with the poached salmon and the delicious crabcakes. I could take my family there.
America’s a free country, and you have the right to say what you want, no matter how offensive I think it is. But as a result of your insensitivity to those millions of people who died in the real Holocaust, and to the survivors and their descendants, I and my family will show PETA the same kind of insensitivity.
And have a great, meat-filled dinner, while we’re at it.
Chew on that.
Mail it to one of the following:
PETA
501 Front St.
Norfolk, VA 23510
Tel.: 757-622-PETA (7382)
Fax: 757-622-0457
info@peta.org
United Kingdom:
PETA Europe Ltd.
PO Box 36668
London
SE1 1WA
England
Tel: 020 7357 9229
Fax: 020 7357 0901
info@petauk.org
Thanks to Hestia for the heads-up.
Sleep deprivation sounds like a joke. Sometimes it turns into a dick-size contest, especially around new parents: “I only got 5 hours of sleep last night.” “Yeah, I know what you mean, I only got 4.” Like it’s a point of pride that you’re up and functioning after being deprived of sleep.
It is in fact more serious than that. Here’s a partial list of sleep depreivation symptoms. Here’s a short essay on the subject.
Ever since the baby came, hub and I have been sleep deprived. She is just one of those kids who doesn’t sleep well on her own, and at 18 months still doesn’t regularly sleep through the night. I’m what you call a “delicate” sleeper anyway – I have a hard time falling asleep, and if something wakes me up, I have a hard time going back to sleep. The net effect is that for the past 18 months, I’ve been averaging around 4-5 hours of sleep a night. Hub gets a tiny bit more than that. Still not enough.
Of course this tends to make us irritable, and since we work out of the house we are around each other and the children all day, every day, with very few breaks. We’ve never had a babysitter. Occasionally, maybe once a month, the kids go to stay with their grandparents for a couple of days.
To make a long story less long, things have been really rough around here lately. Bad news rough. We’re working hard now to try to get the kids on a better schedule, but it’s the little one who’s the problem. She wakes up at 5 in the morning and won’t go back to sleep in her own bed, so she ends up sleeping with us and beats the crap out of me all night. She almost broke my nose 2 weeks ago. Last week she broke my glasses while thrashing in her sleep. She’s slowly becoming very attached to her stuffed dog and her quilt and I hope that she will be able to use them to comfort herself back to sleep instead of needing to come to bed with us.
In the meantime, if hub or I snap at you, don’t take it too personally.
This makes me so upset. I mean like so mad I cry. How on earth could someone be so irresponsible and selfish that they feel they need to undergo fertility treatments at the age of 58? Holy shit, lady, your kids are going to want you to be around for their high school graduation. They’re going to want you to see them off to college. They’re going to want their children to know their grandparents.
I know this first-hand. My mother died when I was 16. I wanted her around for all those things and more. How dare this selfish, stupid woman think that it’s right for her to give birth at 58?
I just don’t understand people.
The latest on Featureprice? I’m waiting to hear back from American Express after sending them my 40 pages of documentation on why I should get my money back. I also got an email from Featureprice this morning, apparently in response to one of my many emails that had complained that the helpdesk didn’t work.
I’ll post the mail here, highlighting the funny part.
Return-Path:
Delivered-To: xxx@xxx.net
Received: (qmail 31176 invoked from network); 5 Mar 2003 19:18:16 -0000
Received: from unknown (HELO ….com) ([x..x.x.x])
(envelope-sender
by xxx.xxx.net (qmail-ldap-1.03) with SMTP
for
Received: from xxx.xxx.com (localhost [127.0.0.1])
by xxx.xxx.com (Postfix) with ESMTP id 1A380754A8
for
Delivered-To: xxx@xxx.com
Received: from ssl.featureprice.com (unknown [64.38.111.240])
by xxx.com (Postfix) with ESMTP id E53EB7539A
for
Received: from ssl.featureprice.com (localhost.localdomain [127.0.0.1])
by ssl.featureprice.com (8.12.5/8.12.5) with ESMTP id h25ExCYo021010
for
Received: (from nobody@localhost)
by ssl.featureprice.com (8.12.5/8.12.5/Submit) id h0C3Q6rp002179;
Sat, 11 Jan 2003 22:26:06 -0500
Date: Sat, 11 Jan 2003 22:26:06 -0500
Message-Id: <200301120326.h0C3Q6rp002179@ssl.featureprice.com>
To: xxx@xxx.com
Subject: Your HelpDesk Access Information
From: “FeaturePrice.com”
X-Sender:
X-Mailer: PHP
Hello Xxx Xxx,
Please do not reply to this email since it was automatically generated by our password reminder program.
As per your request, we are resending the HelpDesk access information. Please find your email address as well as the password below. With this information, you will be able to login to the HelpDesk.
http://helpdesk.featureprice.com
E-Mail Address: xxx@xxx.com
Password: xxx
If you are still experiencing problems logging in to your Help Desk account, please contact our customer service at +1-800-605-4883.
Thank you for your understanding and patience.
Best Regards,
——————————————————————–
HelpDesk Support
www.featureprice.com
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Online Help Desk: http://helpdesk.featureprice.com
Technical Inquiries: 800-605-4883
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Can you believe this? They back dated the email to make it look like they sent it on January 11. How clueless does a hosting company have to be to think that the headers don’t have the correct date? I hadn’t even sent the email saying that my helpdesk login was broken until January 22nd.
What losers.