April 7, 2015
Clear is so not working out at the new place. I talked to a nice customer support rep online today who changed my account address and copied and pasted the site’s online trouble shooting advice into our chat window.
Thanks, Nomine M.
That didn’t fix a bad internet Clear signal I’ve been fighting since December that keeps getting worse. And that is with an extra boost from an Apple wireless base station I dug out that is the ONLY tenuous reason Clear is working intermittently at all now.
So, Clear’s out.
Clear being out means my internet options are —
Buy a new modem that works with an antennae and hope that will fix the Clear problem.
[I am skeptical. Clear recently got bought out by Sprint which was the beginning of the end for things Clear working. Also I hate Sprint they overcharged my elderly mother in nefarious ways once and wouldn’t fix it and made her cry.]
Pick between Grande, AT&T Uverse, or Time Warner Cable.
Time Warner Cable will never collect another dime from me. I hate Time Warner Cable like Billy Graham hates Satan.
That leaves, unless there is some godsend service I don’t know about, AT&T Uverse, or Grande.
Online reviews for Grande are wildly divergent. Some reviews are shaking tambourines shouting, Grande! Grande! Grande! Others are shouting, Burn in Hell, Grande! Grande! Grande!
The thing I keep reading in negative reviews that is consistent though is dead internet reception.
I can’t do that.
The building uses Uverse, which appears to always work and is my backup when Clear goes so toes up I can’t work in the apartment and have to hit the building’s lounge for a working signal.
AT&T also though wants long term contracts and hundreds of bucks in installation and other fees and every time I look at all the stuff AT&T wants I feel like I’m a Native American standing on New York shores and some oily European just off a wooden ship is handing me glass beads.
I just keep staring at it all thinking, Seriously?
A guy in 1969 could dial home from the moon, but in 2015 Clear can’t keep an internet signal up a few blocks from my apartment and it takes $300 bucks and a commitment longer than a Baptist wedding to get an AT&T signal?
March 1, 2015
January 30, 2015
I’m always seeing posts online places like FaceBook along the lines of, “If you could give your younger self one piece of advice, what would it be?”
People give deep insightful emotional words of encouragement.
People give little warnings about the future.
How come no one ever says something REALLY useful like, you know, “BUY STOCK IN MICROSOFT!”?
*I stand corrected, one other person did, yay, Sparkle!
January 26, 2015
Yeah yeah yeah, I know, usually I have duckface and am eating a hotdog in shots of me.
But she does look like me.
Damn you, @Variety, there can be only one!
[Unless she has a really spectacular expense account, that might be useful.]
[Also I really need to up my game and start looking all sultry instead of hungry for hot dogs in photos.]
[The above hotdog photo was taken by Chesh.]
December 17, 2014
I have boxes of documents. I mean, boxes. And more boxes. And more boxes. I have been paying storage or making storage everywhere I go, for years, to accommodate these boxes.
The documents are important. Contracts, quotes, tax records, clips — they are important. But —
I keep carrying these damn boxes of records around and I. Just. Don’t. Want. All. These. Boxes.
A friend of mind, a lawyer, spent a year using all his spare time to scan documents. I know why he did it. He was clearing the boxes.
I think, Oh sure, that’s a good idea, but can I really face scanning —
ALL. THESE. DOCUMENTS?
[Oh fuck no.]
Then I remind myself I am just one small enterprise and he had an entire legal practice he was scanning, maybe I shouldn’t be such a baby.
Then I remind myself, one big hard drive mix up and they’d all go poof – or, you know, one EMP?
[Wait, an EMP might take the IRS out too though, making tax docs an unnecessary thing of the past ooh la la. Oops. Sorry, IRS, I am just not your biggest fan.]
October 3, 2014
A photo or story on Facebook that to me is —
Just fucking awesome and funny and intriguing and I don’t care if it’s true or not.
A raccoon carrying a kitten meme?
That to me is hilarious and wonderful. Yay!
Someone shows up.
“Oh that’s totally photoshopped.”
“Oh that’s totally not true here are 50 facts from the table of elements to prove that is wrong.”
I sit there stunned.
[And not for the right reasons, you robotic asshole fact checkers.]
Some things in this world and on the internet are just funny and wonderful and don’t have to make sense. A meme of a raccoon carrying a kitten will not make a single difference in wars or deaths or school lunches for little kids who will starve to death if the little kids don’t get those lunches —
But that meme will, for a moment, make me smile.
Stop trying to kill the smiles, you assholes.
Sometimes that is all we have.
September 20, 2014
Ohyez, in my continued efforts to make the internetz a better place one kilt at a time….
Dear Internetz: You’re welcome.
August 24, 2014
I stopped over on ScriptChat tonight. It’s a Twitter thing, everyone hits one website [the ScriptChat website] and then chats it up and the site automatically adds a hashtag, #scriptchat to the conversation. Which all plays out on Twitter like Twitter comments.
[If you are not on Twitter, that will all be Mars speak to you. Sorry. Maybe you should get out more. Hmm.]
Sometimes there are guests. I have been a guest. This scriptchat there was no topic or guest, but I had a Sunday night off and thought I’d go see what people were talking about.
They were talking about “prep work.”
Oh sweet Holy Fucking Jesus. Seriously? Prep. Work?
Okay, creatives, let me put this plainly and succinctly. Artists and writers do not do “prep work.”
Busboys and busgirls in restaurants do “prep work.” Lower level chefs do “prep work.” 8 AM bartenders do “prep work.” Folding napkins, polishing silverware, slicing up limes? That’s “prep work.”
Screenwriters don’t do fucking “prep work.”