disconnected ramblings after my birthday
I finally got around to running coax up to the room I'm staying in so now I can watch satellite TV. I really miss the old Video On Demand service (and every channel free), but at least I have Adult Swim.
"When I got caught in school with my hand down my pants I had to keep it there for a whole week. Oh! What a week!"
There are some episodes I must have missed from the Season 3 DVDs of Family Guy. I could have sworn that I watched damn near every episode twice by now, between reruns on Adult Swim and the DVD's. The new episodes are fucking hilarious though.
I also miss having shitloads of bandwidths for my intarwebs, but it doesn't look like I'll be able to pull any strings to get that damn cable line run 300 yards to my parents house. The DSL service here isn't bad, but it does go down a hell of a lot and sharing the bandwidth with my parents slows things down a bit.
I've reevaluated my financial and housing options and have found that things will go much easier if I have about twice as much saved up in advance as I originally had planned on. I was thinking I could get by with a 10k down payment, but reveiwing housing prices and loan rates I'm realizing that number may have been a bit too optimistic. I've spoken to a few people (my parents included, since any plans at the moment hinge on their hospitality) and have decided that I am definitely going to push for the 20k mark instead. I can have that in another 5 months at my current spending levels, and if I invest the money I have already saved in a 6 month CD or other low risk investment I could have a bit extra besides.
I ended up spending last Friday at the DMV, since my drivers license expired this year. I'll finally have a license in the new format instead of the damn 'extension' stickers that make bartenders and policemen squint at me. I guess I should be honored that they think I look under 21 instead of closer to 30... but I suppose the difference could be that the picture on the old license was from when I was 165 pounds instead of 210. :)
While waiting in line for the picture a woman some guy next to me struck up a conversation, and somehow the conversation turned to how social security numbers are used for everything now. A few other people joined in on the conversation at that point, and everyone seemed upset with how the numbers is used, especially since you cant use a social security card as an ID. Even though everyone was upset, they all seemed resigned to it though. Oh well.
About that time a woman sitting next to me pipes up about the statements that come in the mail now. I mention that looking at them can kind of be depressing, since it has all of your financial history right there on one page. The woman next to me says "I disagree. I like seeing that in 1995 I made 2 grand and last year I made 29 grand". Ok...
Later I find out I probably used to work with her at Woodmans in the late 90's. I guess she was fired for not showing up when she went on a trip to New York.
Fast forward about 5 minutes and the woman is bitching about how she missed her bus and is needs to get back to the mall to search for her wallet so she can leave for florida in the morning. She looks at me and says "Hey... you seem like a nice person"
Ok. I know whats coming up. "You need a ride dont you?"
"Yeah."
"The mall is on the way home, so I can probably help you out."
On the way she bitches some more about her wallet being stolen, and then shows me a wad of cash saying "This is all I have right now since I cant use my bank card, by the way, let me give you something for driving me." I decline, saying something like "consider it the good deed for the day" or something else. I'm mostly just nervous that a complete stranger is really revealing way too much about her private life and not being very safe with her money.
I drop her off in front of the mall (about 5 minutes away) and she says "Well, I'd give you my phone number but I'm moving to Florida tomorrow" er... Ok. So I either just got picked up or shot down, and I didn't even know I was pursuing. Oh well. She wont last long in Florida if she goes around hitching rides and showing complete strangers wads of money anyway.
I spent Saturday with my dad chatting and getting drunk. Wae stopped at a few regular hangouts until the bars closed and then sat out on the deck until 4am. We did drunk-dial my sister though, which makes me about even with the times she has called me at 3am just wanting to chat :)
I went to bed at 5am, but didn't actually get to sleep because I started getting phone calls from work. I had only left the phone on because the new guy is on call this weekend and he may need assistance with some shit that was happening on Sunday. Unfortunately it seems that everyone felt the need to call me, so I finally stopped answering... but of course then the assholes started to 'alert' me on the Nextel. The 'alert' function on the Nextel is about the most annoying and useless fucking function there is. I really did start to get rude with the people that used the goddamn alert function. "So have you called the helpline? Why not? Why would you call me on a Sunday? Well, if you got an email from me saying something was changing what did my directions say to do?" I finally just called up the on-call guy and told him to call me on my cell because I was turning the work one off.
A friend of mine arrived at 9am and I got up then to go out for breakfast and drinks. Bloody Mary's and some Rum and Cokes go well with biscuits and gravy. We played on my Gamecube until about 6pm, and then I fucked around on the computer until I got tired and had to take a nap.
The fantanas commercial is still one of the most annoying things I've ever seen.
"When I got caught in school with my hand down my pants I had to keep it there for a whole week. Oh! What a week!"
There are some episodes I must have missed from the Season 3 DVDs of Family Guy. I could have sworn that I watched damn near every episode twice by now, between reruns on Adult Swim and the DVD's. The new episodes are fucking hilarious though.
I also miss having shitloads of bandwidths for my intarwebs, but it doesn't look like I'll be able to pull any strings to get that damn cable line run 300 yards to my parents house. The DSL service here isn't bad, but it does go down a hell of a lot and sharing the bandwidth with my parents slows things down a bit.
I've reevaluated my financial and housing options and have found that things will go much easier if I have about twice as much saved up in advance as I originally had planned on. I was thinking I could get by with a 10k down payment, but reveiwing housing prices and loan rates I'm realizing that number may have been a bit too optimistic. I've spoken to a few people (my parents included, since any plans at the moment hinge on their hospitality) and have decided that I am definitely going to push for the 20k mark instead. I can have that in another 5 months at my current spending levels, and if I invest the money I have already saved in a 6 month CD or other low risk investment I could have a bit extra besides.
I ended up spending last Friday at the DMV, since my drivers license expired this year. I'll finally have a license in the new format instead of the damn 'extension' stickers that make bartenders and policemen squint at me. I guess I should be honored that they think I look under 21 instead of closer to 30... but I suppose the difference could be that the picture on the old license was from when I was 165 pounds instead of 210. :)
While waiting in line for the picture a woman some guy next to me struck up a conversation, and somehow the conversation turned to how social security numbers are used for everything now. A few other people joined in on the conversation at that point, and everyone seemed upset with how the numbers is used, especially since you cant use a social security card as an ID. Even though everyone was upset, they all seemed resigned to it though. Oh well.
About that time a woman sitting next to me pipes up about the statements that come in the mail now. I mention that looking at them can kind of be depressing, since it has all of your financial history right there on one page. The woman next to me says "I disagree. I like seeing that in 1995 I made 2 grand and last year I made 29 grand". Ok...
Later I find out I probably used to work with her at Woodmans in the late 90's. I guess she was fired for not showing up when she went on a trip to New York.
Fast forward about 5 minutes and the woman is bitching about how she missed her bus and is needs to get back to the mall to search for her wallet so she can leave for florida in the morning. She looks at me and says "Hey... you seem like a nice person"
Ok. I know whats coming up. "You need a ride dont you?"
"Yeah."
"The mall is on the way home, so I can probably help you out."
On the way she bitches some more about her wallet being stolen, and then shows me a wad of cash saying "This is all I have right now since I cant use my bank card, by the way, let me give you something for driving me." I decline, saying something like "consider it the good deed for the day" or something else. I'm mostly just nervous that a complete stranger is really revealing way too much about her private life and not being very safe with her money.
I drop her off in front of the mall (about 5 minutes away) and she says "Well, I'd give you my phone number but I'm moving to Florida tomorrow" er... Ok. So I either just got picked up or shot down, and I didn't even know I was pursuing. Oh well. She wont last long in Florida if she goes around hitching rides and showing complete strangers wads of money anyway.
I spent Saturday with my dad chatting and getting drunk. Wae stopped at a few regular hangouts until the bars closed and then sat out on the deck until 4am. We did drunk-dial my sister though, which makes me about even with the times she has called me at 3am just wanting to chat :)
I went to bed at 5am, but didn't actually get to sleep because I started getting phone calls from work. I had only left the phone on because the new guy is on call this weekend and he may need assistance with some shit that was happening on Sunday. Unfortunately it seems that everyone felt the need to call me, so I finally stopped answering... but of course then the assholes started to 'alert' me on the Nextel. The 'alert' function on the Nextel is about the most annoying and useless fucking function there is. I really did start to get rude with the people that used the goddamn alert function. "So have you called the helpline? Why not? Why would you call me on a Sunday? Well, if you got an email from me saying something was changing what did my directions say to do?" I finally just called up the on-call guy and told him to call me on my cell because I was turning the work one off.
A friend of mine arrived at 9am and I got up then to go out for breakfast and drinks. Bloody Mary's and some Rum and Cokes go well with biscuits and gravy. We played on my Gamecube until about 6pm, and then I fucked around on the computer until I got tired and had to take a nap.
The fantanas commercial is still one of the most annoying things I've ever seen.