That's right folks, it's a vlog, a year in the making.
(don't get too excited)
Today's whiteboard quote:
"People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone." ~Audrey Hepburn
Oh, and by the way? B. Love. That's all that needs to be said.
Showing posts with label karma. Show all posts
Showing posts with label karma. Show all posts
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Bamboozled!
Let me introduce you to a couple of friends of mine.
Crystal,
and David.
These two I have known for years and years, and we all used to go out to Market Street together. Once in a while they forced me to watch a terrible reality show (or 24, which wasn't all that appetizing either when they were both glued to the set shushing my every word as I had no clue what was going on and asked questions), so I painted my toenails instead.
Crystal, sorry for letting Babbs smell my used polish-remover cottonballs.
She seemed like she really wanted to. And I didn't know that bulldogs could make faces like that.
It was totally worth it.
Crystal's awesomeness comes from the fact that once, in a 2:30am packed downtown Orlando parking garage, as a reaction to a huge SUV of roided-up guys giving her a hard time about letting them into the car line, Crystal gunned it and introduced their big pompous SUV bumper to her smaller-but-badass Eclipse one. And I quote: "Hope you have insurance, *****!" How can you not love her.
David's awesomeness comes from his crazy poker skills. He put himself through his master's degree by playing online. Yes, it's amazing. And he's going to Vegas soon and I get part of anything he wins over $25K (come on green! sure I know that's not poker, but it's all the same to me). Or so he says. If he comes home with 30 grand in his pocket, I doubt I'll see any of it. Besides I think I owe him the price of a small boat because of all the months I lived with him rent-free after grad school (it's, um, in the mail?...) so it all evens out in the end.
Anyway, now that I live across the country, I have a relationship with this couple that consists of mostly snarky (but good-natured) facebook comments and the occasional text message.
Until yesterday.
Yesterday they took our relationship to a whole new level.
Have you ever heard of a site called www.prankdial.com?
Apparently they have.
And that explains yesterday's post. (as I found out in a phone call from Crystal a few hours after hitting the "Publish" button, in a conversation where I MAY have almost peed my pants from insane laughter...)
Guys, touché.
It may not be today, and it may not be tomorrow, but don't you worry.
I will have my revenge....
Today's whiteboard quote:
"It is not what you say you believe that is important, but what you model, encourage, reward and let happen."
~Patricia Fripp
Crystal,
These two I have known for years and years, and we all used to go out to Market Street together. Once in a while they forced me to watch a terrible reality show (or 24, which wasn't all that appetizing either when they were both glued to the set shushing my every word as I had no clue what was going on and asked questions), so I painted my toenails instead.
Crystal, sorry for letting Babbs smell my used polish-remover cottonballs.
She seemed like she really wanted to. And I didn't know that bulldogs could make faces like that.It was totally worth it.
Crystal's awesomeness comes from the fact that once, in a 2:30am packed downtown Orlando parking garage, as a reaction to a huge SUV of roided-up guys giving her a hard time about letting them into the car line, Crystal gunned it and introduced their big pompous SUV bumper to her smaller-but-badass Eclipse one. And I quote: "Hope you have insurance, *****!" How can you not love her.
David's awesomeness comes from his crazy poker skills. He put himself through his master's degree by playing online. Yes, it's amazing. And he's going to Vegas soon and I get part of anything he wins over $25K (come on green! sure I know that's not poker, but it's all the same to me). Or so he says. If he comes home with 30 grand in his pocket, I doubt I'll see any of it. Besides I think I owe him the price of a small boat because of all the months I lived with him rent-free after grad school (it's, um, in the mail?...) so it all evens out in the end.
Anyway, now that I live across the country, I have a relationship with this couple that consists of mostly snarky (but good-natured) facebook comments and the occasional text message.
Until yesterday.
Yesterday they took our relationship to a whole new level.
Have you ever heard of a site called www.prankdial.com?
Apparently they have.
And that explains yesterday's post. (as I found out in a phone call from Crystal a few hours after hitting the "Publish" button, in a conversation where I MAY have almost peed my pants from insane laughter...)
Guys, touché.It may not be today, and it may not be tomorrow, but don't you worry.
I will have my revenge....
Today's whiteboard quote:
"It is not what you say you believe that is important, but what you model, encourage, reward and let happen."
~Patricia Fripp
A Price On His Head....
I'm putting a hit out.
Anyone who wants to take care of this certain individual for me, I will pay you one gazillion trillion infinity thousand dollars.
Let me explain.
Yesterday, at about five minutes til closin' time, as I was packing up my laptop and shutting down my other computer, my cell phone rang. Ordinarily I don't answer if I don't recognize the number (if it's important, they'll leave a message), but for some strange reason, I chose to pick up. Since it was the Orlando area code, I thought that perhaps it was someone I knew who'd changed their number or something.
Big mistake.
So I answer, and here's the conversation that ensued between me (C) and the annoying crazy caller individual (J, as in jackass....)
C: Hello?
J: Good evening, this is whoeverhewas from whateverrandomandshadycompanyhewascallinginbehalfof.
note: this was about 7:00pm, eastern time (which is where he would have assumed I was, judging by my area code. How rude!)
C: Hi, how are you?
J: I'm well, thank you. I'm calling from a company that specializes in technical support for all types of computer and electronic equipment. Are you in any need of any technical support?
C: No, actually, I think I'm fine, but thanks anyway.
J: Are you sure? Because we've been awarded in areas of blahblahblahbullcacablahblahblah....
C: Um, actually nope, I just don't have any technical issues that I need help with. But.Thanks.
J: Alright, so I will go ahead and charge your phone with $15-
C: -no. What? Why?
J: For the technical support.
C: But you called me! I didn't use your service-
J: Madam, I understand you are very frustrate. But there's nothing I can do.
note: Strike one, this charging b.s. in the first place. Strike two, calling me madam. Oh no. And strike three, using bad grammar. Yes, he did say frustrate. Don't get me started. In case you're wondering, he also had quite a strong accent, which I'm just putting in there to complete the picture. I won't say which accent, there's no sense in that. But it did make the whole thing a lot more frustrating because I could only mostly understand him.
C: Okay fine, I'll just stop payment on the charge when it comes through. Thanks. click. (well, not really since I just closed my phone but you get the idea.)
"There's nothing I can do" ?!?!
What?
I'm sorry, I was assuming that since HE was the one who called my number off of who-knows-WHAT list and told me I was getting charged for some ridiculous made-up service, I figured that there would be "something he could do."
AAAAAARRRGGHHDIRTYROTTENSONOFABISCUITEATERAAAAUUUUURRGGGHH!
So I called up my good buddies at Verizon and told them about it, and if some random charge does show up, there's a note in my file and we'll cancel that bad boy right on out.
Insane!
And ridiculous. Come on, if you're gonna scam me, at least be smart about it.
The end.
Today's whiteboard quote:
"Never bend your head. Hold it high. Look the world in the eye."
~Hellen Keller
ps: Oh, and by the way, the number was 407-767-2977. Any of my Orlando buddies, don't answer this call. Any of my other buddies, lurkers or no, if you want to avenge me and all of the other folks these people have called, or if you want to just blow off some steam after a hard day, call those folks and let the bad words fly. Or if you want to report them to the CIA or FBI or X-files, be my guest.
Actually, if this dude, and his co-workers (if he has any) spends all day doing that, and making people feel like I did, and cheating folks, then I don't need to lift a finger. I'm sure getting hate sent at you via mind bullets all day (anyone who gets the mind bullet reference gets 50 points, btw) will rack up enough bad energy to do much worse than anything I could think up. Karma, J. Karma.
Anyone who wants to take care of this certain individual for me, I will pay you one gazillion trillion infinity thousand dollars.
Let me explain.
Yesterday, at about five minutes til closin' time, as I was packing up my laptop and shutting down my other computer, my cell phone rang. Ordinarily I don't answer if I don't recognize the number (if it's important, they'll leave a message), but for some strange reason, I chose to pick up. Since it was the Orlando area code, I thought that perhaps it was someone I knew who'd changed their number or something.
Big mistake.
So I answer, and here's the conversation that ensued between me (C) and the annoying crazy caller individual (J, as in jackass....)
C: Hello?
J: Good evening, this is whoeverhewas from whateverrandomandshadycompanyhewascallinginbehalfof.
note: this was about 7:00pm, eastern time (which is where he would have assumed I was, judging by my area code. How rude!)
C: Hi, how are you?
J: I'm well, thank you. I'm calling from a company that specializes in technical support for all types of computer and electronic equipment. Are you in any need of any technical support?
C: No, actually, I think I'm fine, but thanks anyway.
J: Are you sure? Because we've been awarded in areas of blahblahblahbullcacablahblahblah....
C: Um, actually nope, I just don't have any technical issues that I need help with. But.Thanks.
J: Alright, so I will go ahead and charge your phone with $15-
C: -no. What? Why?
J: For the technical support.
C: But you called me! I didn't use your service-
J: Madam, I understand you are very frustrate. But there's nothing I can do.
note: Strike one, this charging b.s. in the first place. Strike two, calling me madam. Oh no. And strike three, using bad grammar. Yes, he did say frustrate. Don't get me started. In case you're wondering, he also had quite a strong accent, which I'm just putting in there to complete the picture. I won't say which accent, there's no sense in that. But it did make the whole thing a lot more frustrating because I could only mostly understand him.
C: Okay fine, I'll just stop payment on the charge when it comes through. Thanks. click. (well, not really since I just closed my phone but you get the idea.)
"There's nothing I can do" ?!?!
What?
I'm sorry, I was assuming that since HE was the one who called my number off of who-knows-WHAT list and told me I was getting charged for some ridiculous made-up service, I figured that there would be "something he could do."
AAAAAARRRGGHHDIRTYROTTENSONOFABISCUITEATERAAAAUUUUURRGGGHH!
So I called up my good buddies at Verizon and told them about it, and if some random charge does show up, there's a note in my file and we'll cancel that bad boy right on out.
Insane!
And ridiculous. Come on, if you're gonna scam me, at least be smart about it.
The end.
Today's whiteboard quote:
"Never bend your head. Hold it high. Look the world in the eye."
~Hellen Keller
ps: Oh, and by the way, the number was 407-767-2977. Any of my Orlando buddies, don't answer this call. Any of my other buddies, lurkers or no, if you want to avenge me and all of the other folks these people have called, or if you want to just blow off some steam after a hard day, call those folks and let the bad words fly. Or if you want to report them to the CIA or FBI or X-files, be my guest.
Actually, if this dude, and his co-workers (if he has any) spends all day doing that, and making people feel like I did, and cheating folks, then I don't need to lift a finger. I'm sure getting hate sent at you via mind bullets all day (anyone who gets the mind bullet reference gets 50 points, btw) will rack up enough bad energy to do much worse than anything I could think up. Karma, J. Karma.
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