There are some people I will not understand.
Among them this day are Technical Support staff. This is a truly humbling admission since I am one of these people myself.
My consistent experience with people in these jobs leads me to believe they are all deaf. Any other explanation would require them all to be incredibly conceited.
Note: there is never a thing about computers I have not been able to teach myself. Somehow my piss poor parents sent me to computer classes on summer in the mid-80s. Since then, it has been non-stop poking and prodding, My first exposure to Macs was in high school where we did strange things to them that our teacher couldn’t figure out. In college, I taught myself HTML and Unix at a time when Lynx was the only real web browser. I remember telneting into a CD store years before Amazon.com ever existed. I maintain a $50,000 computer network as a part of my job.
There is nothing mysterious about computers. It always has been and always is a matter of understanding why a computer does one thing, and the rest progresses naturally.
But I mention none of these things when I call technical support. I try to defer to the ‘expert’. I state the facts ass I know them, hoping the Techie will interpret my data and provide me with a solution.
Not a chance.
The first step is to ignore every test I have ever done, and proceed to talk me through the most menial of possible tasks. Thirty minutes later when they’ve finished with the tests I spent five minutes completing 3 days before when the problem first appeared, they present me with the most insane of possible problems, and almost innevitably suggest wipeing out everything and starting from scratch,
These are boys reading from manuals. They wouldn’t dare skip ahead a few pages, for fear of their very slide-rules.
I have told no less than 10 companies about my problems with my computer’s hard drive. I point out the exhaustive series of tests I have performed, and the time I spent on the phone with the manufacturer of both the computer and operating system, who could not find any problem on their end. The hard drive is locked up in a world of its own and will surrender it’s secrets to no man.
And I always leave off by pointing out it appears as though a pin has broken off on the jack. Just a little metal stub left.
and ten companies or more have now told me, each one a different story, how it must be something else wrong with my hard drive.
look me in the fucking eyes. try to stay with me.
a
little
metal
pin
has
broken
off.
no I can’t test your hard drive because nothing can read the drive. and no i will not take it to a PC somewhere to get test results for you… thats what I’m fucking paying you for. And if one more of you fuckers feeds me a line about the high costs of CD burning for data recovery, I am going to shove the whole fucking drive somewhere uncomfortable for you, and maybe then you can count the pins.
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I want so much to be earnest.
I want so much to have something that makes my mind race and my heart pump. This apartment should be a mess because it has become a pit-stop between destinations, not because it’s become a nest to an invalid.
But nobody forces these things on you. You really have to just grab on and enjoy the ride.
But here I stand, watching the various streams of activity, trying to reason which one will lead me to the “most”. I know this doesn’t work. I really can’t reason this out.
Would someone please send a whirlwind my way, to sweep me off my feet? Oh wait… that is me waiting again.
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I can remember being a kid and wanting to learn to do so many things. I wanted to learn to tell time, so I could get a watch. I really wanted to learn how to walk down stairs like an adult. The letters I got from my grandmother in Texas looked so cool, I would fake her cursive with a scribble.
I now walk everywhere without a thought, which explains why I fell on my face earlier today. I refuse to wear a watch, because I won’t be a slave to time. And I’m lucky if I hand-write anything, much less in cursive
I can’t remember the last time I wanted to be an adult.
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I have coworkers who can’t grasp the concept of an intellectual thought coming anywhere but from their own mouths (though that isn’t the orafice I would guess). I have a boss who wouldn’t know a business decision if it bit him on the ass. I have a computer that just ate all my email… 26 plus unread messages. And my mother tells me the closest thing I have to an Ex lately is running around accusing me of being a cheap slut.
There are those days when it doesn’t pay to even open your eyes.
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“There has grown in the minds of certain groups in this country the idea that just because a man or corporation has made a profit out of the public for a number of years, the government and the courts are charged with guaranteeing such profit in the future, even in the face of changing circumstances and contrary to public interest. This strange doctrine is supported by neither statue or common law. Neither corporations or individuals have the right to come into court and ask that the clock of history be stopped, or turned back.”
Fuck the mouse. If you cannot make a profit off your creation in the entire span of your life, PLUS 75 years after you are dead and rotting (as is the already ridiculous copyright standard), then just maybe no one gives a shit about what you have to say.
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Dear Protester,
You have met the enemy, and he is you.
For a few shining moments in Seattle, you stunned the world and made people believe revolution was possible.
Enjoy the warmth of that moment, because reality is cold and harsh.
Not only do you no longer make a difference. You have become a tool, and an excuse. And you are allowing yourselves to become the story. Do you want the atrocious actions and records of the World Bank to be common knowledge? When was the last time the story of any of these meetings was anything but some high schoolers getting arrested?
You’re methods are ridiculous.
You sit back and let them tell you you’re not allowed to protest on public sidewalks. You erect web site for the police to find out your every plan and locale. You give them an opportunity and excuse to make public fools and examples of you. You’re playing by their rules.
Protests alone never change anything. To truly effect change, you must sway the body of people. The prototypical marches in the 60s and 70s were accompanied by entire social revolutions.
Change does not come in one weekend a year. Be here every month… every week, every other day. Set up a cell system for passing information on, which makes it much more difficult for your plans to be leaked or communications infiltrated. Poster the cities, and distribute educational information to the public. Use that web site for education and training, activities it does the police no good to watch.
Be intelligent. Keep the issue in front of peoples faces. And make sure it is your issue, not your oppositions. Ambition and urgency should not outweigh or negate intelligent and decisive action.
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JaxxRoxx
I really wanted to go see Meg Lee Chin‘s show last night at Jaxx. I could get out there via cab and subway. But the subway closes down long before most clubs.
The owner was a great guy though. Offered to get me a ride back into town after the show, with one of his employees.
So I went out there last night.
The pigfucker didn’t even show up for work. None of his employees had anything good to say about him. (He has missed two appointments with Washington Post photographers this week alone).
So I hopped in a cab to catch the subway just as meg was setting up on stage.
JaxxSuxx.
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“The incident on Delta Flight 442 was scary enough last month: U.S. marshals seized an unruly passenger, then one aimed a pistol at other passengers for a half hour and shouted at them to stay seated.
“The event, however, didn’t end there. Unknown to most passengers on the Atlanta-to-Philadelphia flight, the marshals upon landing also seized an Indian passenger from first class and silently whisked him away in handcuffs.
“Far from being a terror suspect, the second detainee turned out to be a former U.S. Army major and military doctor from Lake Worth, Fla., where he has had a family practice for two decades. Both detainees later were released without charge, and the physician’s angry account of his ordeal offers a glimpse at the dark side of America’s war on terrorism.”
— Philadelphia Inquirer
A couple yokle, gun-nut cops with no training on a flight (in first class where all terrorists hide) and no idea what they’re doing, waving a gun around inside a pressurized vehicle at 30,000 feet.
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“When 15-year-old Katie Sierra wore T-shirts bearing this version of the American pledge as well as other sayings that showed her opposition to the war in Afghanistan, teachers and students at her West Virginia High School were outraged. Some students of Sissonville High School allegedly threatened to give Katie a taste of “West Virginia justice”. The school’s principal, Forrest Mann, suspended Katie for three days and forbid her to wear the controversial shirts, saying that her behavior was “disrupting school activity.”
On the morning of Oct. 23, 2001, Katie asked Mann if she could start an anarchy club, so that like-minded or curious students could gather, have reading and discussion groups and do community service. She’d spent all weekend working on a Constitution and Manifesto for the club. “This anarchist club will not tolerate hate or violence,” says her Manifesto. “It is our final goal to dispel myths about anarchism, especially the belief that anarchy is chaos and destruction.”
Forrest Mann didn’t look at her literature before rendering his decision that he would not permit such a club in his school. Katie asked him to read the documents, and though he agreed to read them later he said that he wouldn’t change his mind. “
— COURTTV
I am so gonna marry this girl in 5 years.
That’s American schools people… home of theweak and land of the depraved. Their administrators make rush limbough look like a pot smoking peacenik. And they’re teaching your children.
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“A statue of a falling woman — designed as a memorial to those who jumped or fell to their death from the World Trade Center — was abruptly draped in cloth and curtained off Wednesday because of complaints that it was too disturbing.
“I don’t think it dignifies their deaths,” said Paul Labb. “It’s not art. It is very disrupting when you see it.”
— AP
okay… that’s it…
YOU!
Out of the gene pool!
We’re taking that piece of crap landscape you have hanging over your musty ass sofa and burning it.
Art does not ask your permission. Art comes up and spits in your face and asks you what the hell you are gonna do about it.
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“Russian satellites have discovered a river flowing 700 feet under the Sahara. It carries enough water to supply 50,000 people and is said to surge with ‘colossal power'”
— Ananova
Shades of Jules Verne’s Journey to the Center of the Earth.
Yes, you should read it, runt.
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So I bought a cool new backpack for traveling, about 2 months ago. “Made by the company that produces Swiss Army Watches.” and all. It is very cool looking, holds a ton, and is very very comfortable and strong. (I packed 5 days worth of clothes, a camera and tripod, reading material for the plane, and several gifts in it for my first trip with it).
I admit… I splurged. But it came just as I finished paying off my loan, and I was treating myself (among other things). Cost me about $85. On clearance from $129.
Not bad.
So I was walking through Pentagon Fashion Center (read: the mall) today. Passed some wannabe-ultra-high-class luggage store; Bentley’s or some thing. And instantly recognized the same bag in there, along with several others in the ‘line’.
That sonnovabitch was marked “down” to $285 from a MSRP of $465.
Anyone wanna buy a slightly used bag?
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