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Back in Action (Smiling)
Well I didn't get the library gig, or the delicious meats serving position, but I am a pizza monkey. Minimum wage has never seemed so sweet as when you get your cable internet back and have several gigs of porn downloading as you post on a blog about how much porn you are downloading.
Isn't America wonderful?
Back to the subject at hand. Pocky.
Tasty stuff, really. Comes in pretty little boxes and you can have ever so much fun making little things out of the wrappers and boxes.
Ohh, porn vid just finished, me talk later.
Well I didn't get the library gig, or the delicious meats serving position, but I am a pizza monkey. Minimum wage has never seemed so sweet as when you get your cable internet back and have several gigs of porn downloading as you post on a blog about how much porn you are downloading.
Isn't America wonderful?
Back to the subject at hand. Pocky.
Tasty stuff, really. Comes in pretty little boxes and you can have ever so much fun making little things out of the wrappers and boxes.
Ohh, porn vid just finished, me talk later.
Thursday, September 18, 2003
Lord High Rikonian: Weather God (Lord High)
Well, Isabel went past, and while from what I hear, my state got hit pretty hard, but guess who skated by yet again with minimal power loss.
Me: the Lord High Rikonian.
I only lost power for a couple hours or so, and I have phone and cable too. I think this is the 5th or 6th big storm in the last few years to ravage the surrounding area and leave me untouched and with my precious electronics functional.
In fact, the last time my neighborhood lost utilities for days, I was out of the state on vacation. THe only thing I can figure is that I am some sort of latent weather god.
I pledge to use my powers only for awesome.
Well, Isabel went past, and while from what I hear, my state got hit pretty hard, but guess who skated by yet again with minimal power loss.
Me: the Lord High Rikonian.
I only lost power for a couple hours or so, and I have phone and cable too. I think this is the 5th or 6th big storm in the last few years to ravage the surrounding area and leave me untouched and with my precious electronics functional.
In fact, the last time my neighborhood lost utilities for days, I was out of the state on vacation. THe only thing I can figure is that I am some sort of latent weather god.
I pledge to use my powers only for awesome.
Monday, September 15, 2003
A Windows Annoyance Not Caused By Microsoft (Lord High)
Well, windshields, actually.
I just got home and was ready for an after work recharge session in my regeneration bay, when the phone rings.
It was some asshole at an auto glass place calling to ask me if I had and holes or cracks in my windshield.
"If I did, then I would call you! No, actually, I wouldn't. I'd call someone who gave me enough mental credit to believe I know how to use a fucking phone book, asshole!"
These auto glass people keep calling me. And I hate it. Other telemarketing, I can at least understand. Yeah, ok, maybe you think your long distance service is something I've never heard of before. Whatever. But auto glass? What sort of retards does this bring in? I guess they expect something like this:
"Oh no! My windshield has a crack in it! And I can't afford a new car! Oh, if only there were some magical place made of pixie dust and faerie crap where tiny mystical elves could somehow repair or replace my windshield! Oh maybe someday NASA will come up with the technology to..."
*RING*
"What's this?! You can replace windshields?! Oh great saints of Valhalla! My deepest prayers have been answered!"
On a happier note, much congrats to Burrito on being some kind of librarian savant. Good luck on that job Burrito!
You see, America, that's the kind of benefits that come from having a reference by Lord High Rikonian on your job application. A benefit reserved solely for friends and colleagues of the Lord High Rikonian... UNTIL NOW!!!
Just call 1-800-RIKO-REF, and you can have a valid job reference for just $19.95.
This is a limited time offer, applicable state taxes may apply (which is why they were applicable), offer valid in 49 states (sorry Tennessee!)
Well, windshields, actually.
I just got home and was ready for an after work recharge session in my regeneration bay, when the phone rings.
It was some asshole at an auto glass place calling to ask me if I had and holes or cracks in my windshield.
"If I did, then I would call you! No, actually, I wouldn't. I'd call someone who gave me enough mental credit to believe I know how to use a fucking phone book, asshole!"
These auto glass people keep calling me. And I hate it. Other telemarketing, I can at least understand. Yeah, ok, maybe you think your long distance service is something I've never heard of before. Whatever. But auto glass? What sort of retards does this bring in? I guess they expect something like this:
"Oh no! My windshield has a crack in it! And I can't afford a new car! Oh, if only there were some magical place made of pixie dust and faerie crap where tiny mystical elves could somehow repair or replace my windshield! Oh maybe someday NASA will come up with the technology to..."
*RING*
"What's this?! You can replace windshields?! Oh great saints of Valhalla! My deepest prayers have been answered!"
On a happier note, much congrats to Burrito on being some kind of librarian savant. Good luck on that job Burrito!
You see, America, that's the kind of benefits that come from having a reference by Lord High Rikonian on your job application. A benefit reserved solely for friends and colleagues of the Lord High Rikonian... UNTIL NOW!!!
Just call 1-800-RIKO-REF, and you can have a valid job reference for just $19.95.
This is a limited time offer, applicable state taxes may apply (which is why they were applicable), offer valid in 49 states (sorry Tennessee!)
Monday has come and is going (Smiling)
So I'm sitting here in front of a terminal as my school, and I'm just brimming with excitement. I had my interview (a panel interview no less) with the library and it went well. It was basically them asking me if I would ever push grandpa down the stairs (grandpa has been protected) or what I would do if someone didn't have proper identification for getting a library card (don't have the proper papers? I cast thee into the pits of tartarus!).
The actual information I had to provide was really simple, like what fiction and non-fiction meant. The one thing that was supposed to be "hard" was shelving materials according to the Duey decimal system. From what I can gleen from the time chart, I was the fastest of the four already done, and I got it all right.
Woo.
So if they like me (I might have to pass them a note in class asking if they "Like Like" me or if they just "Like" me) they'll ask me back for another interview. So cheers to me for not masturbating out of fear on the table.
So I'm sitting here in front of a terminal as my school, and I'm just brimming with excitement. I had my interview (a panel interview no less) with the library and it went well. It was basically them asking me if I would ever push grandpa down the stairs (grandpa has been protected) or what I would do if someone didn't have proper identification for getting a library card (don't have the proper papers? I cast thee into the pits of tartarus!).
The actual information I had to provide was really simple, like what fiction and non-fiction meant. The one thing that was supposed to be "hard" was shelving materials according to the Duey decimal system. From what I can gleen from the time chart, I was the fastest of the four already done, and I got it all right.
Woo.
So if they like me (I might have to pass them a note in class asking if they "Like Like" me or if they just "Like" me) they'll ask me back for another interview. So cheers to me for not masturbating out of fear on the table.
Sunday, September 14, 2003
It is done. My old monitor has been cast into exile (Lord High)
I love computers. Sometimes a little too much, as the doctor told me last time I was brought in due to electrocution.
But I hate monitors.
Monitors are big and cluky. Heavier than the computer by far, and far more breakable as well. And in an era when your printer, mouse, keyboard, scanner, automatic machinegun, and pretty much and other peripheral can connect via simple plug-in USB or firewire, monitors are the one thing that you can still count on to use parallel port connectors. Those stupid connectors witht he two pins you have to unscrew, and if you don't do it exactly right, one will push the other out of alignment and you have to go all the way back to the beginning and start over.
And then, there is, of course, the weight. And the awkwardness, since most of the weight in is the front.
And the size. The box my replacement monitor shipped in was huge. I could barely fit it in my trunk to make the drive from the apartment office to my apartment. And, needless to say, the two monitors were completely different size and shape from each other. So I'm not 100% sure I packed the old one right.
But it's done. It's gone. My old monitor is sitting in my apartment office right now, waiting for the FedEx guy to pick it up tomorrow. It lasted three years. Well, almost. That's the one good thing about this. It conked out two weeks before the Circuit City three year plan was to run out instead of two weeks after. I guess they got the auto-destruct date wrong or something.
This is the first major piece of computer hardware I've had to replace. Oh, I've had mice go bad. But never a monitor before. But it betrayed me. It failed me. ANd the price for failure in my computer empire is death. Well, death or being shipped back to the factory. But I like to imagine I'm sending it, instead to the Smelting Pools of Cybertron where it can die in screaming agony for failing me and leaving me without personal computer use for a week. Say hi to Scrounge for me, asshole!
The new monitor is nice though. They sent me a better one than the one I bought. Which is pretty much the only way this could have turned out, as emachines doesn't make that model (or maybe anything) anymore.
So now, I have a three year old Compaq, a brand new crisp Nokia monitor, an optical mouse, and the rest of the stuff you'd expect.
P.S. if you ever plan to upgrade, don't buy Compaq. They fucking suck at internal layout design. To add a memory stick or a new drive, I had to unhook all my drives, pull out all my memory, and take out a couple things I'm not sure exactly what they do. Everything is all crunch together and somehow, they manage to put everything behind something else, even the stuff up front. Fuck Compaq!
Next time, dude, I'm getting a Dell.
I love computers. Sometimes a little too much, as the doctor told me last time I was brought in due to electrocution.
But I hate monitors.
Monitors are big and cluky. Heavier than the computer by far, and far more breakable as well. And in an era when your printer, mouse, keyboard, scanner, automatic machinegun, and pretty much and other peripheral can connect via simple plug-in USB or firewire, monitors are the one thing that you can still count on to use parallel port connectors. Those stupid connectors witht he two pins you have to unscrew, and if you don't do it exactly right, one will push the other out of alignment and you have to go all the way back to the beginning and start over.
And then, there is, of course, the weight. And the awkwardness, since most of the weight in is the front.
And the size. The box my replacement monitor shipped in was huge. I could barely fit it in my trunk to make the drive from the apartment office to my apartment. And, needless to say, the two monitors were completely different size and shape from each other. So I'm not 100% sure I packed the old one right.
But it's done. It's gone. My old monitor is sitting in my apartment office right now, waiting for the FedEx guy to pick it up tomorrow. It lasted three years. Well, almost. That's the one good thing about this. It conked out two weeks before the Circuit City three year plan was to run out instead of two weeks after. I guess they got the auto-destruct date wrong or something.
This is the first major piece of computer hardware I've had to replace. Oh, I've had mice go bad. But never a monitor before. But it betrayed me. It failed me. ANd the price for failure in my computer empire is death. Well, death or being shipped back to the factory. But I like to imagine I'm sending it, instead to the Smelting Pools of Cybertron where it can die in screaming agony for failing me and leaving me without personal computer use for a week. Say hi to Scrounge for me, asshole!
The new monitor is nice though. They sent me a better one than the one I bought. Which is pretty much the only way this could have turned out, as emachines doesn't make that model (or maybe anything) anymore.
So now, I have a three year old Compaq, a brand new crisp Nokia monitor, an optical mouse, and the rest of the stuff you'd expect.
P.S. if you ever plan to upgrade, don't buy Compaq. They fucking suck at internal layout design. To add a memory stick or a new drive, I had to unhook all my drives, pull out all my memory, and take out a couple things I'm not sure exactly what they do. Everything is all crunch together and somehow, they manage to put everything behind something else, even the stuff up front. Fuck Compaq!
Next time, dude, I'm getting a Dell.
Thursday, September 11, 2003
Flat Top Tony & the Purple Canoes (Lord High)
My Amazon order came this week.
The Mr. Show Season 3 DVDs are excellent. Ten episodes, plus yet more original HBO TV ads. And the commentary tracks are even better than those of the Season 1&2 disks. I highly recommend these DVDs.
Also, Dane Cook's CD Harmful if Swallowed. Dane Cook is, bar none, the funniest stand up comic out there today.
My Amazon order came this week.
The Mr. Show Season 3 DVDs are excellent. Ten episodes, plus yet more original HBO TV ads. And the commentary tracks are even better than those of the Season 1&2 disks. I highly recommend these DVDs.
Also, Dane Cook's CD Harmful if Swallowed. Dane Cook is, bar none, the funniest stand up comic out there today.
Kaloo Kalay! (Smiling)
So the library called me yesterday and scheduled an interview monday. I'm damn happy about that. Now if the Ham Man would call me and have me come in for an interview, I'll be sitting pretty.
Now back to your regularly scheduled programming.
So the library called me yesterday and scheduled an interview monday. I'm damn happy about that. Now if the Ham Man would call me and have me come in for an interview, I'll be sitting pretty.
Now back to your regularly scheduled programming.
Tuesday, September 09, 2003
My lemur has a femur (Smiling)
So it's D-Day for me and jobs. This is the week when I'll hear back from the library if I get an interview or not, and also the place of honyed hams will contact me in the same time frame. Whelp, I'm off, just wanted to let all you know that I might be back within a couple of weeks here.
So it's D-Day for me and jobs. This is the week when I'll hear back from the library if I get an interview or not, and also the place of honyed hams will contact me in the same time frame. Whelp, I'm off, just wanted to let all you know that I might be back within a couple of weeks here.
Monday, September 08, 2003
