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M A R C H 1 0 , 2 0 0 9 You know, being an adult is really overrated. Sure, you get to drink and vote (preferably not at the same time, although that may explain George W. Bush), but you also have to clean your own room, do your own laundry and pay your own bills. That, and there's no afternoon nap time! Really not a good trade off, if you ask me.
M A R C H 0 8 , 2 0 0 9 Comcast called us and wanted to know if we planned to pay our bill. Ross was the one who answered the call and Comcast's question made him think we were late on our payment, which Ross found odd since I'm obsessive about paying bills on time. "Are we past due on our bill?" Ross asked, fearing our cable service was about to be discontinued and that the loss of the soccer channel would cause me to go postal. "No, you're not late paying your bill," Comcast said. "In fact, you have two weeks left to pay it. We were just wondering if you plan on paying it." And upon telling Comcast that we do, in fact, plan on paying our bill, just like we always do, Comcast said that was great, they'd make a note of it, and ended the call by cheerily telling Ross to have a nice day. So, this was a new one. I know companies call in regards to past due accounts, but calling about payments that aren't even due yet? Geez! What's next? Turning people into collection agencies for future late payments? Suffice to say that call left us perplexed, but we didn't worry about it since all things regarding Comcast either leave us confused or wanting to beat our heads against the wall. Or both. Tormenting customers is Comcast's claim to fame, after all. But I told Ross that if Comcast calls again, he should say we're withholding payment due to the image quality problem we've had since getting Fox Soccer Channel:
Roxy, about ten seconds before she got so excited about the game that she fell off the entertainment center.
F E B R U A R Y 0 5 , 2 0 0 9 Yes, it's redesign time again. I don't know why, but I have this quirk where I'll be just fine with the design of my front page for awhile, sometimes even quite awhile, but then one day, totally out of the blue and for no apparent reason, I'll look at the page and think, 'good god, this looks like a pile of shit! Why did I ever think this looked decent?" And then the look of the page drives me nuts from that moment on, to the point that I hate seeing it and have trouble writing until I change it. Well, not that I've been prolific at writing lately, what with the writers block, but you know what I mean. So it's redesign time being that I reached the 'I hate this look and I want it to die' stage awhile ago and need a change. As for the new look, I threw it together without much planning. In fact, the only aim I had was wanting a more spacious layout and to have the appearance not be remotely dark or winterlike. Or, in other words, I wanted something to help me combat the winter blues. Yes, that's right, I wanted something bright and spring-like, but my inner goth has trouble admitting to that. You know how it is, I don't want to get kicked out of the Bauhaus fan club or anything. This new design, however, is still a work in progress so the look and content will continue to evolve. That, and I threw the code together on the fly and have yet to go back and check it or clean it up, so I'm worried about it displaying properly. But in these dark, gloomy days of winter, I'm feeling a little too meh to care much about proper code and the perfectionism shtick, so this will have to do for now.
F E B R U A R Y 0 1 , 2 0 0 9 I'm not a fan of American football but, I have to admit, I've kind of come to like the Super Bowl, and not just for all the gorging on junk food. No, I like the Super Bowl precisely because I'm not into football, which means that when the Super Bowl is on, I get to enjoy a big game but not care how it turns out. Instead, I get to enjoy all the competition and fanfare without the depression that comes from having a team I love lose and, after spending eight months of the year with my emotional well-being tied up in my favorite soccer teams, watching a game whose outcome won't affect my mood or will to live is a nice change of pace. Yep, the Super Bowl is like the sports version of a one night stand — a ripping good time with no strings attached.
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