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| My Condensed Monday |
| 02.29.04 (3:42 am) [edit] |
[b] I was called on Friday about a funeral I had to go Monday. Last moment that someone had to get a hold of me but failed to routine excuse. So I quickly rearranged my schedules. This wasn't my the phone call I had expected about my brother in law. This totally caught me off guard.
Well, Monday started off rough, had a funeral to go & on only 3 hours of sleep. Yeah that was fun but it gets better. As I got ready, I realized my shirt didn't fit me around the neck, so I got a button extender. After about 3 tries of trying to button the top button (affectionally known as the strangle button) I finally got, but not without pinching my neck. Now I have a mark to commemorate the day.
I showed up at my family's house at 9 am, the moment I walk thru the door, I was asked why I was wearing a suit (well tan slacks with a black shirt, gray tie, a gray blazer & black shoes). Then another family member was asked the same thing when he showed up in a suit. Could it be because we both were going to wear our good blue jeans to a court appointment & I didn't want to overdress for that occasion. Oh well. Of course it was to show respect to the family.
The plan was to caravan to the funeral place in several cars & get there at 1 PM. As we got organized & decided who was riding with who, I volunteered to take a family member with me (we'll call K). This family member is bipolar too. Oh yeah! Just smack me now. Now the benefit was that this person knew the way to the funeral home, or so I thought. Can we say adventure in anxiety? About 11 AM everyone rolls out, the funeral place is about an hour away. I was supposed to follow but I did have some car trouble, nothing to worry about. I had a person who knew the way there. Well, as we go along, being last in the caravan, naturally I was in for a fun time. K told me to take a left turn as I was passing the road. After I corrected the situation, we progressed, then got lost again in a little town because K didn't recognize any of the landmarks. Well, then I said call someone to see if they direct us. Now I understand that most of the family inside had there cell phones turned off. But it didn't stop K from trying several hundred times. After a while the beeping was getting annoying. I threatened to shove the phone out the window if it didn't stop. I really try to remain calm in all of this storm. I told K to calm down, relax, look the buildings, trees, anything that might help you remember. Anxiety or panic attack is a go. She got pissed because everyone was speeding to this place, K didn't recognize anything & K couldn't get anyone on the cell phone.
I got an idea, I called my girl on my cell & asked her to punch directions to the funeral home & relay them to me. While I was doing this K told me to take a right, ironically it was my undoing that helped us get situated, but I was in the wrong lane, so I went straight, took a side road & followed it to another main road which was right near a police & fire station.
Well, I did the unthinkable. I went into the police station & asked for directions. Turns out that we were only just a traffic light away & it was on our right.
The funeral was solemn, poetic & nice. As we left for the cemetery, I was second to the last in the proceedings, my navigator who was a pall bearer, was getting another anxiety attack. Oh what great joy. Seems that since the cars we're moving slowly & traffic wasn't going to K's speed. K got pissed & thought we were to be late getting to the cemetery. I told K they would wait. I've been a pall bearer before, I know the proceedings. They wait for everyone to be in place. I calmly told K this.
As we pulled into the cemetery & we were directed to park, she got upset at the person doing this. I told K calmly again, that it's his job to make sure everyone has enough room between each vehicle. K jump out the minute I stopped my vehicle & proceeded to the hearse. Finally anxiety attack over.
The final thoughts, prayers, loves & tears were given.
No one expects that a loved one may be taken from us.
Cherish the time you with your family, think fondly of loved ones. Then ride with a bipolar anxiety ridden family remember to remind you why you only visit them on certain occasions.
DarkMood
Listening To: Enya
Song: Tempus Vernum
CD: A Day Without Rain[/b]
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| The Ongoing Adventures of Idiots |
| 02.22.04 (10:22 pm) [edit] |
[B] Well, it seems that our Mr. T has got another person that doesn't like him. I was notified by a contact of mine that someone sent him an email. No big thing, I mean everyone gets emails if you've got a computer. But this email contained a link to a web page that really berates Mr. T. ([i]Here is the web page, take a look. http://hometown.aol.com/miilh...[/i])
Not that I mind, but this person really took to teasing him (or harassing him) personally. It seems that Mr. T & will call the other idiot Mr.S, don't like each other. This comes from hanging out in chat rooms & insulting each other.
These two are prime candidates for the Darwin Awards.
It seems that Mr. S had a little run in with Mr. T a while ago, depending on who you ask what transpired, the story differs, but one thing remains the same there was a vehicle chase. Great idiots that drive, they just can't stay at home looking at porn sites on the web & just masturbate, they have to mingle among the breathing.
This is Mr. S's side of the story.
[i]It was just an ordinary day & I headed to my favorite place to watch trains. When I got there, I noticed this guy kept looking over at me & would yell obscenities like " F -you, leave me alone & go to hell" I thought he was talking to someone then I noticed he started rolling around on the ground, so I thought he was having a seizer or heart attack. I jumped into my truck & drove over the tracks to make sure he was OK. When I got over there, I noticed this guy had jumped into his car & started driving like a mad man!!! Being the concerned citizen that I am followed him to make sure he was OK, he was driving thru downtown at around 80 mph, swerving & almost hitting a tree. I proceeded to follow him & he went down the road driving at oncoming traffic. I thought boy, is this guy is in trouble. I noticed he had pulled into the local police dept. so I went by & waved to give him the OK sign that I knew he was OK & was in good hands from there. The next day, I go to his web page to see he writes about being chased! Then I realize the guy I was helping was him..it was Mr. T!!!!! Mr. T, I never meant to hurt you, confuse you or make you think I was after you, I was just concerned.[/i]
The one thing that comes to mind is that one of these fools may just grow up & go beyond this school yard crap or better yet learn how to use computer for something else other than just a chat room.
Nahhh that would be to easy.
DarkMood
Listening To: Scorpions
Song: Rock You Like A Hurricane
CD: Scorpions World Wide Live[/b]
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| When Idiots Use Phones |
| 02.19.04 (6:23 am) [edit] |
[b] Well, Mr. T called the place where I freelance my computer skills at. Now this is just great, you think that Mr. T would have at least grown in maturity & intelligence, but no.
If your wondering who Mr. T is, read a few blogs back, he's mentioned & then think to yourself, do you know someone like this?
Well, my friend who was running the store, got called away from the phone for a minute or two. As he was talking to a customer, made a few off hand remarks here & there, Mr. T recorded all the background conversation. It seems that Mr. T records all in going & out going phone calls. Okay first off, if you have business & you work from home, that's understandable but Mr. T is unemployed ([i]or lazy depending on who you ask[/i]) or your being harassed by creditors or people ([i]personally I don't want anything to do with him beyond, Have a nice day, now leave me the hell alone deal. Can't figure out why anyone else would either[/i].)
Can we say paranoid? I knew you could.
Well, when my friend picked up the phone to continue the conversation, Mr. T. mentioned that he recorded the conversation & that he was thinking of putting it as a WAV file ([i]a sound file[/i]) on a web page just to piss off my friend.
Well, my friend hinted that really wouldn't be too wise knowing what he knows about computers & what I can do with a computer. So it would be in his best interest not to be a screw up prankster.
Ahhh instilling more paranoia, damn I love it.
So for the hell of it, I learned how to get by the right click lock out on any web page in about 30 minutes. Just to prove I could really do this, I tested it out on Mr. T's [i]I'm a loser & need a date page[/i]. Really not to hard.
So now I'm just trying not to be evil & send this moron's web page icons & pics he so preciously wants guarded from the rest of the world back to him.
He's been tolerated. Next time, the dark thoughts are unleashed & I mean that in a good way too.
DarkMood
Listening To: Dokken
Song: Mr. Scary (Instrumental)
CD: Back For The Attack[/b]
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| Big Big Shoulders Review |
| 02.16.04 (5:05 pm) [edit] |
[b]Well a contact of mine who works in the recording business asked me to review this new band. At the time all I had was dial up, so I didnt listen to but I did give my analysis of the web page. It wasn't bad for a basic web page, no graphics on it, just four MP3s on it & a disclaimer for the band & what they want. Well I told my contact, while I don't support the RIAA & it's jack booted thug tactics on music, he should consider right click locking the music so it doesn't get *borrowed* & add some photos of the band which could be done for free. From a business point of view very cost effective with little effort.
Flash forward to this weekend.
So I had a dsl line to play with this weekend, to check out there music. I wrote a small review for him, told him what I thought. He shot back a message & offered me a promo copy when they go to press.
Not bad, http://www.shaggywear.com/BBS... the band needs some polishing like any band out there trying to make it big. Once this happens, & things fall into place for them, it may happen.
So there is the link & enjoy the music.
Also please don't download the music, the RIAA hates the competition but do warn band's management of there web page flaw. Maybe the masses can get the message thru to them.
I think they're going to dislike this reality check being cashed.
DarkMood
Listening To: Marilyn Manson
Song: Highway To Hell
CD: Detroit Rock City Soundtrack[/b]
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| My Condensed Week |
| 02.13.04 (7:51 am) [edit] |
[b]Well, this week as had its up & downs. The up part is that I helped my little bro on his computer, played with my niece & nephew, the usual uncle & big brother stuff. I'm closer to this little brother than most of other ones. He works his ass off to enjoy life, has a fairly decent job, a decent wife, decent home. Unlike my other brothers, one in particular that's very immature.
One of my sisters is pregnant. Yes, I'm going to be an uncle again. Yet another kid to ply with 5 pounds of sugar, wind up & send back to the parent. It's great being an uncle or as I like to say...Hey I'm the cool Uncle & he's/she's not my kid, so here have another cookie.
The down part is that one of my sister's (S1)got upset that my other sister (S2) is pregnant with her 2nd child. Okay S1's marriage isn't the best, she shouldn't give advice to her about living someone else's life. Well, before I go any further about S1's advice about life, her husband suffered a stroke this week. I'm really not close with my sister. Doctors are giving him a 10% chance to live. I really don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. From what everyone told me, he was on again, off again abuser of substances. I never met this guy, only seen him once & it seems that everyone liked him, fell out with him, thought he was ass & just tolerated him. He moved out of their house (or thrown out depending on how you look at it). He tried to be a father, by also being with the boys (visitations). He leaves behind (if my sister decides to pull the plug) 3 boys. My nephews are 3 healthy bright boys. Such a sad turn of events to befall them at an early age.
While I will don't think S1 will ever be close to me, just tolerate me. I called her to lend her my support, that if she needs me for anything day or night to call me & if the worse comes to pass that I will be a pall bearer for her if she needs me. I don't think she will ask me to be at the funeral or a pall bearer but for my piece of mind, the offer is there as a gesture of good will & faith.
It will always remain true, death is the great equalizer in all the joys, triumphs & inadequacies of mankind.
DarkMood
Listening To: Helloween
Song: I Am Alive
CD: Metal Killer Kollection Volume 3[/b]
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| When Idiots Use Email |
| 02.09.04 (10:53 pm) [edit] |
[b]I received an Email from Mr. T asking if I could find him something to disable the right click on a web page. Seems he was afraid that someone might steal the images. Well I thought the site might have some decent photographs, computer images that he did, so I checked it his site before I sent him the java code. WHAT the hell was this moron thinking of locking out? No decent artwork, no poetry, no spectacular graphics. Sort of reminds me of the Simpsons episode where Homer made a web page, nothing original, everything *gleemed*. NO one in there right mind would steal these graphics, unless they were really wasted on cheap cough syrup.
His web page is just a whining page of pity me & please consider me for a date. Well there is some useful information on it, about the place I freelance for.
I guess I'm spoiled because I've seen more done on the blogs here than I have seen on some websites.
The bloggers take time to learn, listen & apply the knowledge. It's scary to think that this is a small population of bloggers who are decent computer users & a huge population of quasi psuedo wanna be idiots who claim to be computer users.
Well just for the hell of it, I'm going to bypass the right click on his web page & send him back these *gleemed* images to him. Instilling the fear of what you have can still be easily attained by a skilled user. Or not depends on my mood & if he makes another 3 a.m. computer question call. Yes he did just that. But that's for another blog.
DarkMood
Listening To: Duke Tumatoe with Sam Kinison
Song: Tie You Up!
CD: Bob & Tom- You Guys Rock![/b]
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| Added Links |
| 02.08.04 (10:18 pm) [edit] |
[b]Okay I've added some links after reading some blogs & the bloggers screaming for some help. All mentioned are free. So if your worried about cost, don't. There are plenty of bloggers out there who are willing to help, all you have to do is ask. Thier a few who even have Art links & some do awesome artwork for blogs. Just Ask. Don't whine.
DarkMood
Listening To: Esoterica
Song: The Doom Song Remix (Invader Zim)
Off The Web[/b]
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| UnSmart Computer User |
| 02.05.04 (1:27 am) [edit] |
[b]I freelance my computer skills to a friends business from time to time. He runs an antique/second hand/computer (re)building store among many other ventures & I'm the jack of all trades when he needs me. Not a bad actually deal, I get great deals on items. All I have to is ask & it's mine. Well my reader(s) it seems that once again stupidity has reared it's head in the form of a computer user. Remember if you will or can to a few blogs back about the 30 year old (will call him Mr. T) who didn't like to be taunted online or understand a thing about computers. Well it seems he has a fetish for being dominated (big surprise there when his exgirlfriend told me about this). Now there is nothing wrong with that, really, what ever floats your boat as they say. Well anyways, I guess he met up with a Domme & got abused a bit. How do I know this you ask? Since we did some work on his MR.T's computer, he recommend the services that we do at the store. So the Domme brought in her computer (traded it for an upgrade). Now people what happens next, I can't stress if you wish to remain incognito about your lifestyle or fetishes, please take measure to conceal it at least when there isnt open minded people around. You would be surprised how many Vanilla people don't like the unknown flavors of life.
So my partner decided to run some the usual test on the computer, well he got called away because some customers had come into the store, well then screen saver kicked in, the scrolling marque & it read * I love to feel Mr. T's cock & balls with my feet.* (BTW Mr. T is about 280 lbs, lazy & unkempt.) This is one mental picture I didnt need to see or even know about. I guess some Dommes can't be picky about who thier slaves are or be computer literate.
Lucky the customers hadn't seen it. I wanted to pull out more information from this computer, but I was told to I couldn't be evil. Unless your using encryption erasing measures, you can pull just about anything back from the dead on a computer. I was all set to wreak havoc. Oh well. There is always another day.
DarkMood
Listening To: Evanescene
Song: Wake Me Up
Off The Web[/b]
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