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| Don't wake me up for this |
| 03.31.04 (8:49 am) [edit] |
So I get to bed around 1:40am. I would have gotten to bed at 12:30 if I didn't have to spend an hour figuring out my soon to be ex wife's extremely...well.... not very organized system of organizing files.
See, we got hit by a virus. Now, its not 100% certain, but since I have not downloaded anything for a long time, and she things that DSL=lisence to download willy nilly all over the net... but I am pretty sure she downloaded something with a virus. But blame is not the issue. Sleep is.
Anyway, I decided to backup some files. I backed up all my stuff, some programs, and some trinkets on one disc. I go to back up her folder... which includes directories 12 and 13 folders deep, btw... and it would take THREE discs. So I sat up for a long time, eliminating duplicates of stuff and yada yada yada.
But I get to bed... finally. I have the alarm set for 7:40. At 6, my soon to be ex wife comes in and wakes me, asking me where the Registry Key is. I tell her, and roll over. Five minutes later, she comes in and tells me that the U key on the keyboard isn't working. I tell her that I will buy a new KB when I come home from work. Roll back over.
Twenty minutes later, she comes in and asks me if she can write a check, since she is not going to wait until tonight to use the computer. See, her man lives a good distance away, and she is in that first bullshit stage of love where you just HAVE to talk to each other at every possible moment. :roll:
I explain the debit card to her, and off she goes.
Now, I am in that horible spot we have all been in. I have to pee, but I don't want to get up. Thusly, I sleep like shit for the next hour.
Finally, she gets home, and plugs in the new KB. She tries it... and realizes that the U button on the old KB was not working because there are NO U's in Registration Key numbers. I could have told her that, if she would have asked me at a fucking sane time of fucking day. I would have remembered that out with a clear head after waking up and getting a shot of Dr. Thunder going thru my veins.
But thats ok. I love wasting 8-10 bucks on new keyboards. Jesus H. Christ the woman has no sence of the meaning of money.
Anyway, new keyboard, the Key still doesnt work. No matter how many combos of it we try. And we try several, since the key is written on a disc in her boyfriends handwritting, and I think that he must have had his hands broken when he attempted to write the code... since its about as legible as what a drunk 5 year old can write by holding a pencil in his toes.
At any rate, if her man ever checks his cell phone (why one would get a cell phone and then never have it turned on is beyond me), hopefully he will call her back and get it all fixed.
BTW, I have two papers due on Friday. But the important thing is that the soon to be ex wife has a nifty new screen saver she likes... that she downloaded from god knows where...which in addition to the spyware i had to uninstall with it, probably had a virus... *cough*
Current Mood: :x
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| Off to school |
| 03.30.04 (8:12 am) [edit] |
Got my little one started in Pre School today. He seemed so excited to see a room full of other little kids!
Of course, he was the biggest kid in his room. :lol:
Anyway, the hardest part for him was getting him dressed. He seemed to take to it fairly well. However, I hear that the second time you drop them off, once they know whats up, is the hardest, but time will tell.
Anyway, he ran right over to a poster about colors and started babbling at it, then kinda walked around eyeballing the other kids. Then back to the poser that talked about colors. I went over some of his colors with him. A kiss on the top of his head, and I left.
When the door closed, no crying from him. Which is good, I had worried about that.
I am so happy to have him in daycare, around other kids, and learning stuff in a more structured enviroment.
Well, he's 3. So its semi structured. But still. I am so proud of my little man.
He is a trooper. I think he will get this whole daycare/preschool thing pretty fast.
Current Mood: :wink:
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| take THAT, password! |
| 03.29.04 (8:32 am) [edit] |
Ah HA! Finally got my password to work.
Been burning the candle at both ends lately... for a long time actually. Kinda zoned out for a week there. School/Work/Play with the Tot/Pass out was pretty much my routine. I got to the point where I didn't do any web surfing... I just chatted a bit with really good friends on aim for a few minutes each day. Last couple of days, I couldn't even find the energy to do that.
Here's to hoping I have hit bottom! lol!
Only 6 weeks of this crap left to go, then I can see a bit more sanity.
I am excited now cause the kiddo gets to start in a certified genuine preschool tomorrow. He will go two days a week to start out, then I will bump him up to more in a month or two.
Of course, this means that soon I will have to wake him up early every morning, and I know that he got his "I Don't Do Mornings" gene from dad.
Anyway, I perched myself in a parking lot at school, scoping out a spot to park. I saw a truck of a former employer drive by, and I actually fell asleep and dreamed about firebombing the place. I was out for several minutes. Counting all the times I have fallen asleep in class today, I think I have gotten about an hour of sleep outside of bed.
*yawn* Burn candle burn....
Current Mood: 8) The sunglasses are to hide the fact that I am sleeping, and the smile is because I am dreaming about being in bed.
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| Your telemarketer solution |
| 03.19.04 (10:37 am) [edit] |
Reading and replying to another blog leads me to this quick post, before I return to my #2 pencil hunt:
There are many people who hate telemarketer calls. Some of the worst ones are when you get one, and they put you on hold... or worse, when you come home and your answering machine is full of pre recorded messages from telemarketers.
Well, as a person who one time worked for a telephone solicitation company (doing political calls), I can say that from my experience, the easiest solution for telemarketers is to get a digital answering machine. Then, instead of recording your own voice greating, you use the built in computer greeting.
You see, those telemarketers phones are dialed by a computerized dialing system. When you answer, the computer recognizes a human voice, and puts you thru to the first open "live" operator it can. However, if a "computer" (i.e digital answering machine) answers, it assumes that it got the "This number is no longer in service" recording from the phone company, and will drop your call.
Usually this means that there is no message after the tone on your answering machine. The dialer has given up on your number. Other times, you will just get silence because they have dropped your call, but they haven't hung up yet.
Now, not all telemarketers work like that. Sometimes they will get machine, and put you thru to a person. However, that person will hear the machine, and tend to hang up... especually if its a "computerized" type greeting. If you say "you have reached the ___ household", then you have given them more ammo to use against you.
So, if you don't like telemarketers, get a digital answering machine. It won't work 100% of the time, but its better than nothing.
Current Mood: :?: WHERE ARE THE PENCILS?
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| The Joy of Cola |
| 03.19.04 (10:15 am) [edit] |
Well, my last blog was a bit scatterbrained. I tend to get that way when I am sleep deprived. However, I have had some soda and some chips, so I am feeling a bit better now.
However, that #2 pencil is still elusive....
I just hope to make it thru the day in once piece, to be blunt. At least I have no major commitments this weekend. Nothing at all. The thought of those two days are pretty much the only thing that is keeping me going right now.
Current Mood: :!: On a college campus, where can one find a pencil?!?!???
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| OMG |
| 03.19.04 (8:01 am) [edit] |
I have a test at 1, and its a scantron. I DONT HAVE A #2 PENCIL!!!!!
I havent had mush...much sleep the past oh say week, and I think it is hitting me right now. I feel very loopy. I can't hold a thought very long. I rent tend to ramble and stuff. I better go.
I need a pencil. Gotta go now.
Current Mood: :!:
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| Creepy |
| 03.17.04 (8:23 am) [edit] |
Am I the only one who thinks its creepy when store emplyoees talk to you? You know, you enter a store, and every employee says "Hi" or "Hello" or asks "How are yah doin?"
That shit creeps me out. I do not go to Kmart to strike up conversations with the employees. I go there for deoderant. I do not go to Target to have 20 different red vested people ask me about my day. If I wanted that, I would go to a shrink... or make that 20 shrinks... and I would ask them to wear red... but thats not the point.
The sad thing is, I know why those guys do it. They are forced to smile and say hi to everyone who comes in the doors, because anyone can be a "mystery shopper", and management (the only people who are paid enough money to be happy enough with their jobs in the first place, and thus should be friendly) doesn't want a "bad" review.
In fact, they don't even want a "good" review. They want perfect reviews. They want those people, barely making over minimum wage, to smile and be happy and bend over backwards for everyone. If a customer asks you to jump, the store wants you to ask "How high?". If a customer asks for a blowjob, the store wants the employees to ask "Spit or swallow?"
That way, all those good reports on the customer service will reach corporate HQ, and the manager will get a big bonus.
And following the theory of trickle down economics, I guess the manager may buy a bag of Sam's Choice Chips with a tiny part of that bonus and put it in the break room. You know, for a job well done.
At any rate, I know that about 95% of those smiles and "hellos" are fake. I also feel the pain of the people who are doing them, who most likely don't want to do them. Combining those, with the fact that when I shop I don't like to be bothered, and well, I would just like to have a minimum amount of conversation with employees when I go shopping. It saves both them and myself discomfort and hassle.
Unless, of course, there is a cute single girl working. She can chat with me all day long. :wink:
Current Mood: :roll:
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| Whats the point |
| 03.16.04 (8:36 am) [edit] |
I have gotten to that time in the semester where every morning I wake up and wonder "whats the point?"
See, the first few semesters of college are all new and exciting. Its a whole experience that you eat, sleep, and breathe every minute of every day. And thats cool, I loved those days. Then when you are a late Junior or early Senior, you really start to drag. You have a pretty good grasp of everything by now, and you know how to work the system. Now classes seem more like a chore, and college life, while comfy, can get dull. You want change... you want to move on. You get halfway through the semester, and you are able to work out the exact number of points and the exact amount of work you will need to do to get whatever grade you want. Classes start to get tedious. You feel like you know it all, and you feel like you are wasting your time.
I have been out into the workforce after college, and I return to school. So now, I not only have the traditional Senior type feelings, I also have that real world mojo going. I see every class period as wasted time. This is time that I could spend out there working a job and getting paid.
I just hope this is worth the investment. I also hope that the economy turns around in... say... December or next January. That will make getting a job easier in May 2005.
Current Mood: :?
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| Lovely weather we are having.... |
| 03.15.04 (10:51 am) [edit] |
I head out the door this morning in jeans and a t-shirt. Why? Because its sunny and warm. I depart for my short drive to school confident that it would be a lovely day.
I get to school, and there is a large cloud bank on the horizion. No big deal, I say. I walk in to class.
I come out, and its cloudy, and the tempature has dropped 15 degrees.
The weather around here is so unpredictable its not even funny. I expect that, once I am finished in this building today, that there will either be a foot of snow on the ground or it will be sunny and 105 degrees.
Then again, I would not be suprised to see both...
Current Mood: :oops:
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| Lemonade! |
| 03.13.04 (1:01 pm) [edit] |
I am out of lemonaide!
This cannot be!
Time to get the tot dressed, then its off to the store I go.
Feel free to leave comments if anyone wants me to grab them something while I am shopping. :wink:
*curses lemonaide for being so damn tastey*
Current Mood: 8)
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| Wowed... and worried |
| 03.12.04 (10:15 am) [edit] |
As I sit in the library doing a post, a very beautiful girl walks by. She has very fair skin, light eyes, and stunning white hair.
As it turns out after some talking, I find out that she is an albino. Thats nifty. I have never met a truely albino person before.
I wonder if this is opening up a new world of fetish for me? I have never thought about it before, but when I get home I will have to look into albino porn.
Of course, if it does exist, I am sure that there will be subcatagories, like midget albino porn, albino BDSM...
Its scarey... I may be going where no man has gone before.
*plays Star Trek: The Next Generation theme and sets web browser for "stun" *
Current Mood: :twisted:
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| Where are the jobs? |
| 03.12.04 (10:06 am) [edit] |
Last week I read an article that stated that while 21,000 jobs were created in February, all of those jobs were created by the government. That means that those jobs were created by the state, local, or federal government.
The jobless rate stayed at 5.6 percent thanks to the combination of those 21,000 jobs and a large number of people who, after having no luck finding a job, have dropped out of the workforce.
Because of these continuing poor economic numbers, I am considering outsourcing my blog to India. I can have a sweatshop full of people who are payed 50 cents an hour... with no medical benifits, mind you... doing my blog entries for me. If I remember the quote from the Bush economic advisor correctly, outsourcing my blog would be a good thing for the economy.
Of course, that would put me out of a blogging job, and I would have to go on welfare, but thats a small price to pay to improve the economy.... right?
Current Mood: :wink:
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| Halfway Home |
| 03.12.04 (8:25 am) [edit] |
I am so getting sick of this school crap. Luckilly, I think that I have just reached, or I am just past, the halfway point of the semester.
Here's to hoping that I actually get motivated enough to continue going to class the rest of the semester. After all, school is nice, but it doesn't give you a paycheck.
Current Mood: :o
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| sleepytime |
| 03.11.04 (7:42 am) [edit] |
There is nothing more angelic than a toddler who is sleeping. So calm... so peaceful. I look at my little one and wonder what dreams bring him such contentment....
Then I look around at the toybox bomb that he set off last night. There are toys everywhere! There are toys where I didn't think toys could fit. The toy box.... it is laying in pieces... a shell of its former self.
Thus, destruction must bring him contentment.
Current Mood: :lol: cause i am able to enjoy peace... and because its his mom's turn to clean up his room. In theory, of course...
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| changes |
| 03.09.04 (8:47 am) [edit] |
Its amazing how much someone you know, and at one time even loved, change.
Change can be healthy... don't get me wrong. I actually encourage it. Change helps a relationship grow. But sometimes, it can drive people apart.
My soon to be ex-wife is a great example of that. She has gone from a fiercely loyal person who was open and honest with me to having affairs behind my back. She has gone from dressing like someone who could actually hold down a job to dressing goth and punk all the time. She has gone from being a person who would rarely blow a fuse to someone who will yell at our child for no real reason.
That last one really drove a wedge between us. I know that kids will do some of the stuff that they do because, well, they are kids. Its part of their nature to test their limits. However, she will snap at him for no real reason, then I will snap at her. She snaps back at me. It starts a very bad cycle.
She has taken on a different lifestyle. Different hours, different attitudes. Over the past months, it has felt less and less like we were in this thing together and shared equally... and more and more like she wanted to be in control.
I am the kind of person who doesn't mind sharing responsibility and decision making with a partner on the same responsiblity level. Thats cool. Thats how relationships work. However, I will never give up control or leave my destiny completely in the hands of another.
I am not comfortable with her around anymore, especually when the kid is, well, just being a kid. I think that things will be better once the divorce is final and she moves out. Maybe then, when the stress of motherhood is lifted off her shoulders, she will figure out what or who she wants to be.
And maybe then I will be able to relax a bit more... even though there will be alot more stress on my shoulders. At least i will feel like i am in control again.
Current Mood: :? Blah
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| There you are! |
| 03.08.04 (7:58 am) [edit] |
Damn, it seems that everyone shows up for midterms.
Yep, its that most wonderful time of the semester again, and the parking lots show it. Its one of the three times every semester that parking really, really sucks.
See, the first two weeks of school, the parking is shit. Why? Because everybody is coming to class. I guess they figure that they may as well give that whole "attending your classes" thing a shot.
Well, that never lasts, and by the third week people start skipping. So while parking is far from a cakewalk, it is still fairly easy to find a spot if you have a little time and a little patience.
Alas, parking becomes really crappy again the week or two mid semester when midterms go down. Instead of my usually 5-10 minute search for a spot, I spent close to a half hour. During the process, I almost got rear ended by an SUV who thinks that the center turn lane is something that you can drive in if you are going to turn left... two blocks down the road.
Since these blogs don't feature the cool Current Mood attatchment thingie that LiveJournals do, I will do it by hand.
Current Mood: :roll: Parking turns people into morons.
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| Now THATS stratigic ad placement! |
| 03.07.04 (4:20 pm) [edit] |
I went to do some stuff in the same window as my blog, right?
Well, I hit the back button to come back to the blog, so I could get the addy for a friend who wants to blog.
I am re-reading the blog, and I read the word "divorce". I shit you not, right then I get a pop up ad. For Americansingles.com... a dating website.
I doubt the blog itself did this ad. Most likely this computer has some adware on it. But I will admit, I loved the irony of the ad. :lol:
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| whats in the fridge? |
| 03.07.04 (4:09 pm) [edit] |
So I wake up and I am in the kitchen, trying to find something to eat. I open the fridge, and I hear an "OOOOOOOH" behind me. I turn, and it looks like my 2 year old is awake. After some quick tickle action, I tell him to grab something out of the fridge if he wanted.
Now, thanks to my efforts, the fridge is full of all sorts of good stuff. There are fruit juice packets, apple snacks, pieces of cheese... all things that the little guy loves.
Well, he looks around for a bit. If you have a little kid, you know how that goes. He is looking deep in the back, behind the milk at... well, for all i know, he has found some space portal or something. I have not ventured into the back of the fridge in some time. I don't know who or what is living back there.
Anyway, I turn around to pour a glass of milk. I hear some clinking and I feel the little guy pulling on my pant leg. "Ahh," dad thinks, "he found some fruit juice and wants dad to open it." Well, i turn around, and low and behold, he is holding a bottle of beer.
Great! Now on top of everything else my soon to be ex wife is drinking. I am not against drinking, but i dont like what it does to her. Well, chalk it up to another reason why we are seperating. :roll:
Little guy got some fruit juice. The beer went into the trash. I have not discussed this with his mother. There is no point, she won't listen.
Maybe i will check the couch cushions again. Collect a little more change to put into the Divorce Jar.
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| New to Blogging |
| 03.06.04 (10:46 am) [edit] |
Despite my experiences with trying a blog on my own site, I am still fairly new to blogging. How detailed is this supposed to be? Am I supposed to post for major things? Or everyday stuff?
I better not take any chances.
I just made a trip to the bathroom. I had to tinkle. There was a burned out light in the bathroom.
On the way back, I stopped at the water fountain. The water was cool and refreshing.
Wow, this blogging stuff rocks!
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| Google is watching me? |
| 03.06.04 (10:41 am) [edit] |
Well, the blog as ads on the side?
Thats cool. Its a free service. I can live with ads.
However, I clicked on the "Ads by Google" thing, and I got a page with the following information:
[i]It means that Google uses search-based technologies to match advertisements to the content and context of web pages - so the ads you see are related to the information you are viewing. The ads come from Google's base of more than 100,000 AdWords advertisers. These advertisers range from global brand name companies to small local businesses.[/i]
So they match their ads to the context of what I say? Do they do this....by mind reading? Is it done in the split second after I hit publish?
I am rarely wowed by much about the net anymore, but in this case I am feeling the stary-eyed wonderlust of a typical AOL user. I don't know what it is, I dont know what it does, but by golly, its neat.
Now I will just wait for the blog to tell me that I have mail. 8)
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| movin on up! |
| 03.06.04 (10:32 am) [edit] |
After the database on my personal site crashed, I thought I would try one of the web-blog hosts. Its not so bad so far, although the "emoticons" remind me of something I would find on an EZboard.... and thats never a good thing.
Anyway, just got done with the Praxis II. Nothing like placing your academic and professional destiny in the hands of some dudes from ETS.
I really am not a fan of the notion that the measure of one's potential and worth can be determined by a fill-in-the-bubble test. I have taken the ACT, Praxis II, ASVAB, and the GRE. I feel like I know less about the information and more about how to take tests.
Yep, thats practical and useful education for yah!
As a side note, the test required us to bring a #2 pencil. Anyone ever run into a #1 pencil? How bout a #3? #17? Who comes up with pencil numbers?
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