telophase: (gojyo screw you // yomigaere)
DirecTV appears to be charging me for an HBO/Starz/Showtime package I didn't order. I contacted the company that provides my cable/internet services first (my apartment complex is weird enough that I have to go through one particular person at the company to address issues here, as other tech people have no clue what's going on), and they informed me that despite the info page I have that says to call them for any cable problems, I need to call DirecTV, and then politely assumed that Someone Else must have called in and ordered it because, you know, these things never happen accidentally. I refrained from asking who this mysterious Someone Else might be, as I live alone, other than the cat, and she doesn't have thumbs so she can't actually phone in to order it.

And my phone is on low battery so I can't phone in to ask right now. I sent a Very Stern E-mail to DirecTV instead, and will phone tomorrow after I charge it, if I haven't heard back.

If I'm still in this apartment come June, I am SO ordering AT&T UVerse. [livejournal.com profile] myrialux has it, pays just about what I'm paying (minus *his* Showtime and HD fees), and gets better bandwidth, better signal, and better service all around. I shall take great pleasure in informing this company of that.
telophase: (Hiromasa - Uh...what?)
So I've owned one of those electric cat boxes, which had a rake that combs through the litter about 10 minutes after the cat uses it, for a little over two years now. While you can buy them now with timers so that it won't run during the night, mine's a little too old to have that. And it's in the bedroom because I refuse to feature a catbox in the living room and there's no other place for it. So in the middle of the night, when the cat does her thing, I am often awakened by the horrible SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE the motor makes, and in fact this morning I ended up getting up an hour before my normal wake-up time because there was no way I was getting back to sleep afterwards.

And now I feel like an idiot, because it took me two years to figure out that maybe I could try one of those timers you can set your lights on. Two years, folks, TWO YEARS.

I am only slightly mollified by the fact that none of the people I complained to over the past two years has ever suggested it to me.
telophase: (Kyo - say what?)
Ladies and gentlemen, this is why you should pay attention in your English classes. Spelling, punctuation, grammar, and clear writing are not just for other people!

Okay...

Nov. 29th, 2006 03:15 pm
telophase: (Mello - hates you)
Sad thing when a book's title is misspelled on its spine. Watercolor Faires indeed.

Yay

Oct. 2nd, 2006 04:24 pm
telophase: (Mello - bite my ass)
Well, somewhat. I'm happy that my boss appears to be coming down with the same thing I'm getting, since that means that I'm not just suffering from allergies but an actual communicable illness. :D

In other news I've got Clean House, one of those decluttering shows, on in the background, and I believe that it is the portrait of a doomed marriage: the wife is apparently the major clutterbug who's completely unorganized and unable to figure out how to clean and organize the house, but the husband is not helping because of his mania for collecting 60s memorabilia, and his insistence that he will not help his wife learn to handle the house because he says in a marriage there are realms of responsibility and it's up to the person responsible for it to make sure it gets done. And since he takes care of the mortgage and the bills, she should take care of the house. Note also that this husband has a Wall of Himself, which is full of photographs of him on his various travels ... and not a single one of him with his wife. And he's actually arguing with the show's host about putting one up with his wife in it, because he says he wants it to be a wall all about himself, because he likes to show where he's been to visitors who've come to the house.



Mello has the perfect solution to the whole mess, and it involves firebombing.
telophase: (Gorilla - exasperated)






*whimper*
telophase: (Near - dork)
I washed my face just now, and managed to get cleanser into both my eyes.

AM I TALENTED OR WHAT?
telophase: (Gorilla - exasperated)
Since we humans are prone to seeing patterns in things, I'm sure that you guys notice also that events or ideas seem to strike everyone on your friendslist at the same time time. I've seen mysterious, debilitating to one limit or another, illnesses strike the friendslist at the same time, as ell as other trands that I am not yet awake enough to remember. The thing that's currently going around the friendslist is crazy online stalking-type behavior from exes, relatives and aquaintances, such that three or more of the people I know online have sprung for rename tokens, and others have taken other measures.

So my message is to all the crazy people out there: STOP IT.

Won't do a lot of good, but there's not much else I can do.

Weather

Apr. 7th, 2006 08:42 pm
telophase: (Default)
In case any of you were thinking I was exaggerating the dust storm, here's a photo of the Dallas skyline I ganked from the Fort Worth Star-Telegram website:



I live in Fort Worth, about 20-30 miles to the west, but it looked just like that.
telophase: (jin - teh stoopid)
I went to the grocery store right after work to pick up desperately-needed laundry detergent and a few other things, and as I was checking out, I ended up in line behind this utterly clueless guy. He was buying his stuff on a debit card, and wanted $10 cash back. Fairly easy to do, right? No. This guy couldn't follow the simplest directions form teh cashier, and she eventually called a cashier who was on his way out to come over and stand next to the guy and step his way through the process. And then the guy COULD NOT grasp the concept that he bought $5.87 worth of groceries and got $10 cash back, and this his bank account was charged $15.87. He INSISTED that the coin-change machine should be giving him change. No, I have no clue why. The cashier couldn't get it across to him. I finally leapt in and said "It charged your account $15.87 even, no change necessary." He more-or-less accepted that, but was still suspicious. And before he walked away, he said to me "I guess they do it differently here than at Wal-Mart." I merely said "They're all run by different companies and they all do it differently." instead of what I was thinking, which was "HOW many DRUGS does it TAKE to fry your brain THAT MUCH?"

In other news, the wind is blowing extremely hard here, and we're in the middle of a dust storm. Or, rather, dust and pollen storm, to the extent that when I was driving along the highway I wasn't sure if it was dust or if there was a fire nearby. I feel like hell. SPRING CAN JUST STOP NOW.

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