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(no subject) [Nov. 11th, 2008|11:44 pm]
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[Current Location |Apparently deep in the bowels of sanctioned monopolies]
[mood |vengeful]
[music |the roaring sound of how awesome James T. Kirk is.]

My email to Cox:

     I have been a Cox Subscriber for almost five years. I was impressed with the job you'd done post-Katrina, and wanted to contribute to a business that was helping my beloved city rebuild. Recently, we had to cancel the internet portion of our service due to financial restrictions (hello, modern economy), and was stunned to discover that sans-internet access and all tiered cable services that our bill was $75 per month. You've gotta be kidding me. Basic digital cable actually costs MORE than it did 10 years ago? I can get 15 movies at a time from Netflix for that price. So, in reviewing what we could get to make the service actually worth our while, even if we had to pay a little extra, we also discovered that your "packages" aren't customizable. If we want BBC America or any of the science channels, we have to get all the sports channels to do so. WTF? This comes across to me as a blatant scheme to get people to pay more for services they want by including services they don't. Unless you have some sort of research to support the idea that nerds everywhere are secretly watching Sports Center, in which case you shouldn't allow ESPN to fund your market research studies. All in all, I find myself chagrined and disappointed at a company who seems uninterested in adapting to the needs of their customers, especially in an economic environment such as we are experiencing today. So, another customer lost, I'm canceling my cable and going to watch my favorite TV shows for FREE on the FREE internet at the coffee shop two blocks away. Maybe I'll call AT&T and get DSL, at least that's a service where I can get what I'm paying for and ONLY what I'm paying for.

Forgot to include:

     -Complaint about the incessant harassment from collections for "past due balance" that was listed on the bill as due with next payment.
     -Threats of cancellation and lies about aforementioned "past due balance" complete with condescension and the kind of attitude that says: "please find my call center and beat my ass in the parking lot, it's why I love this job".


I hope they write back, I'll post it if they do, I like to pretend that people read this. There's like two people who read this, one of whom is me.
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OMGWTFBBQPANTS [Oct. 1st, 2008|01:09 am]
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[mood |OMGWTFBBQPANTS]
[music |click click click]

Ah, Fashion Week. A time for the unseemly frivolities of over-cultured, self-absorbed minds to frolic freely under the many-strobed glass eyes of a media-afflicted culture. I ran across this "marc by Marc Jacobs" line for men.

I think I've missed something terribly important.

Somehow, the events that brought about the appeal of hobos in space shoes have slipped past me. How? How could something so obviously earth-shattering have simply passed by unnoticed? Was there an interstellar war? Did the new CERN collider open up alternate dimensions of stupid and spew forth ideas so hideous they could only survive in new york?
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NEWS FLASH!!! [Jul. 28th, 2008|11:19 pm]
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[mood |perspicacious]
[music |Retarded financial adviser doing a self-empowerment television seminar.]

In a recent flurry of pointless internet research, top scholars discovered that in the second half of 2006, after a three month long battle,
Google's popularity surpassed the word "is". Is's PR team blames text-speak, and it's inexplicable yearly December decline and new year rebound. The PR agent is quoted as saying "Is isn't going anywhere, and is satisfied with it's current, stable level of popularity".
 google    is 


    Should this concern American Citizens? Does this spell doom for our culture as the misuse of nonsensical scientific terminology outstrips our most-treasured and basic language?
    More disturbing perhaps, is this:
 sex    google 
google vs sex

    Google's popularity is no longer just a cultural menace, now it threatens our very ability to procreate. Even freed by the anonymity of the internet, the single most popular activity in the history of the human race is struggling to maintain it's pertinence worldwide against a seemingly unstoppable juggernaut of time consumption. Is this a sign of the times? A warning of a bleaker, lonelier world ahead?
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Lost dog? or "Walgreens Plague" victim? [Nov. 25th, 2007|01:31 am]
[mood |amusedamused]

We found a lost dog today. We brought her home because she had obviously lost her people. I did the next logical thing and posted an ad on craigslist describing the circumstances of the rescue and provided photos for her owner(s) to better identify her. This is the first response:

"Check at the Walgreen's customer service to see if someone was taken to the hospital while shopping in the store- just a thought-her owner may have been in the store.
Good Luck"

I would really like to know which Walgreens this person frequents. Apparently people becoming so suddenly ill that they must be rushed to the hospital is such a common occurrence there that it was the very first, nay, the ONLY possibility that came to their mind. Not only is this information vital for my own survival and that of those I love, I would like to know where such a festering pit of disease might find refuge from the great eyes of the media, and the probing fingers of sanitation. At the very least, a place to hide if discovered doing something publicly unsavory.
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Home, and then some... [Dec. 4th, 2005|09:33 am]
[mood |sad, wistful]
[music |coffee shop sounds]

Three months. Three months since the world went topsy-turvy, and everything changed. DC is an odd place, full of the upwardly mobile, I'm-gonna-climb-over-you-even-if-it-doesn't-help-me-attain-my-goals-because-it-makes-me-feel-like-I'm-moving-forward types. There are a few gems, however, as infrequent as those extra-tasty sunflower seeds, and just as hard to distinguish without getting through their shell.


Downtown DC is beautiful, though. Full of greenspaces and museums, restaurants and shops. Unfortunately, it wasn't worth having to deal with the people. I hadn't been there since I was 12, and I'm glad I got the chance to see what it was all about. I don't believe you can really experience a city on a vacation. You need to live there, get to know how it works, get close enough to feel the hum of its internal machinery, smell the oil, find the little nooks and crannies where all the treasures are secreted away.


New Orleans is very, very different. Most of it is the state of things, though. All the people here for work from out of town; the contractors, the fema workers, the volunteers, the clean-up crews, the military, the out-of-town law enforcement, the fortune-seekers and the families. All of these contribute a different vibe, and the overall effect is utterly chaotic. Not bad, Just weird. It doesn't change things altogether, though. I feel her. Hurt and hiding, but getting better. After just five days, I can already feel her strengthening, healing, waiting to see what will regrow, and what will atrophy.


My birthday approaches, and I think I want an apartment this year.


It's so good to be home


I love you, New Orleans


I love you, my Angel


You're wrong. It is I who am undeserving

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Rain [May. 31st, 2005|03:36 am]
I grew up in the Northwest where it rains 280 days a year. I never grew weary of it, even when it would ride into the holes in my clothed on the wind, soaking me, chilling me to the bone. I love the rain. I love the sound of it, the feel of it's shivering kisses light on bare skin; the soaking pour of the thunder-driven sky falling like boulders.
Over the years, the rain has come to mean many things to me. It means loneliness and sorrow. It means relief from the oppressive weight of a droughted summer. It means rejuvenation of life. It speaks of a quiet, private love. It calls from the night with it's song, it brings it's amphibian chorus calling to one another in liquid altos. It speaks to me through my walls and windows, "I am life, falling from the sky".
However she speaks, the rain has been a peaceful constant throughout my life, and I love her.
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Oh, termites. [May. 25th, 2005|09:02 pm]
[mood |amusedamused]
[music |still the dryer. it's been what, like 30 seconds?]

I guess the termites decided to swarm late this year. There are currently millions and millions (I'm not exaggerating) of them creating clouds outside. Any light source attracts them, including the mointor. There aren't that many of them inside, and these I attribute to the windows I'm forced to keep open because our AC is broken. What timing...

I guess I don't mind all that much. They don't bite or anything, and seem to just be hanging out on the walls, losing their wings, and trying to convince each other to mate. Actually, I wonder how the swirling turd dish is making out tonight...
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duh. [May. 25th, 2005|09:01 pm]
[mood |ok]
[music |dryer]



Your Passion is Yellow







You're a total sexual shape shifter.
You possess a complex sex drive and are very adaptable.
Of all the colors, you are the most likely to be bisexual.
While you the most passionate, you are very open minded.


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US [May. 20th, 2005|09:28 pm]
[mood |anxiousanxious]
[music |Yes, still silence]

I was wrapped in black
fur and white fur and
you undid me and then
you placed me in gold light
and then you crowned me,
while snow fell outside
the door in diagonal darts.
While a ten-inch snow
came down like stars
in small calcium fragments,
we were in our own bodies
(that room that will bury us)
and you were in my body
(that room that will outlive us)
and at first I rubbed your
feet dry with a towel
because I was your slave
and then you called me princess.
Princess!

Oh then
I stood up in my gold skin
and I beat down the Psalms
and I beat down the clothes
and you undid the bridle
and you undid the reins
and I undid the buttons,
the bones, the confusions,
the New England postcards,
the January ten o'clock night,
and we rose up like wheat,
acre after acre of gold,
and we harvested,
we harvested.
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(no subject) [May. 20th, 2005|09:16 pm]
[mood |waiting, loving]
[music |still silence]

Just finished watching the CG remake of Appleseed. Beautifully done, even the dubbed dialogue wasn't cheesy, overacted or undertranslated. She'll definitely enjoy this one. Going to see Triple Delight tonight at the Hookah Café. Maybe there will still be time afterwards for other things...
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