The other day the baby wandered into the living room, unaccountably soaking wet from her shirt collar up. I asked her, as her hair dripped around her ears, what happened. She could only giggle. All I can figure is that she tried to dive into the dog’s water bowl.
I tried putting her to bed tonight around 9:30 because she hadn’t had a nap all day and she fell asleep. She woke back up around midnight and hasn’t been back to sleep yet.
Thanks to my referral logs, I just found out that my blog is one of only three hits on Google for ‘assasinate “George Walker Bush”‘
Um, if I suddenly stop posting, you know where I am.
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.
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by xxx.xxx.com (Postfix) with ESMTP id 1A380754A8
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by xxx.com (Postfix) with ESMTP id E53EB7539A
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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,
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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.
Trust me when I say I’ll never ever shop in the Crossgates Mall in Guilderland, NY. Lawyer Arrested for Wearing a ‘Peace’ T-Shirt Who gives a rat’s ass if you’re a hawk or a dove (or a grackle or a turkey)? Telling someone to leave a mall because he’s wearing a shirt that doesn’t match your opinion is fascist. Whoever called those guards must lead a very lonely, ugly life.
Happy Mardi Gras!
Laissez les bon temps roullez!
And remember – party’s over at midnight.
Sometimes I’ll encounter something that totally brings back a period of time. A smell, a song, the feel of the air against my face. Tonight I heard Heartbreak Beat by The Psychedelic Furs for the first time in around 10 years and it brought back my junior year in high school. I was very into the new wave side of music back then – no hair bands, please. The Cars, Psychedelic Furs, The Smiths, U2 (back when they were cool), Cactus World News (anyone even remember them now?).
I attended a very cliquish high school, and although I was “expected” to be in the popular crowd, they would have nothing to do with me and eventually I spurned them even more vehemently than they pushed me away. My school had a reputation in town for being snobbish, and I had several occasions when in UIL competition or something of that ilk people would actually just walk away from me when I said what school I went to.
The summers before my junior and senior years in high school I went to classes at a local university and earned college credits. I met up with a bunch of people, good people, from high schools all over the city. They liked me for who I was, not for my Louis Vuitton purse (the girls in my high school had Louis Vuitton purses, holyshit) or any other material possession. We were the best of friends and called ourselves The Lunch Bunch because we’d go out to eat every other day.
Nef and I kept in touch until we drifted apart completely about 5 years ago. Weirdly enough and unbeknownenst to me, he dated a friend of a friend briefly here in Austin.
Tara and I drifted apart, too – the last time I saw her was about 10 years ago after I found out she also lived in Austin. We got together and started drinking and unearthed Eldridge, who had also moved to Austin, called him up at midnight and pestered him until he came over to visit.
Kevin was in a band and he hooked me up with cool music. Back then about all we could do was a tape to tape recording (mp3 wha?), so I stocked up on dozens of high quality chromium cassettes.
J.C. was my unrequited love. I was so totally stuck on him for 3 or 4 years. He ended up going out with one of Nef’s old girlfriends and none of us heard from him again. Last I knew, he and Kevin were at UC Berkeley, but that was 14 years ago.
God, I really miss them. Nef, Tara, Maria, Kevin, J.C., Eldridge, or anyone else from UTSA’s Honors Program for Young Scholars… if you read this, drop me a line. Let’s do lunch and listen to 80s music and do Breakfast Club quotes.
I think it’s fantastic that you have an opinion. That’s just super, that you are able to form an opinion. Hopefully you formed it all by yourself, without jumping on a bandwagon or adopting the viewpoint of someone you like without researching it for yourself. Having your opinion, and expressing it, is a great American Right(tm), the very first one that We as Americans are specifically granted.
However, if I ever, ever see you telling my children in school that any of our friends and family who are called over to fight in Iraq are unethical, you are going to feel the toe of my shoe so far up your ass that you’re likely to be gnawing on my toenails.
Got it? Good.
The puppy finally woke up. She slept all the way home and most of the afternoon and evening. So far she’s tinkled 3 times and pooped once in the house, and she has our 85 lb “big dog” completely and utterly terrified. All she has to do is look at him and he runs away. Luckily she already likes her crate, so we don’t have to force her into it. Oh, and childrens’ polytails are at the exact perfect height to play tug’o’war with, much to the girls’ chagrin.
10 minutes later, update – Cuervo’s now hiding under my desk, cowering from the 12 pound puppy. What a pussy.