Big holiday weekend. What’re you doing?
I myself have no clue, since as usual I hadn’t realized there was a holiday coming up.
Probably clean my guns. Move crap outta here.
More than a few years ago, I started a business with a friend. It went nowhere. I used Skype for the business line reasoning that I could use my mobile to answer calls. Well, now I get tormented by calls every day from nobs wanting to optimize my site with google. Optimize a site for a business that’s all but kaput. So, I wanted to delete that line. So I followed the web experts, added a line and went to delete that line.
Can’t.
They make it work until your crappy $40 subscription expires. So. I get the calls. So to Microsoft support I go. What an intercontinental ballistic circle jerk. You literally get run in circles and there is zero way to put in a support ticket whatsoever. I went back to the forum and got this response:
Really?
This is typical MS Engineering and product management. Total shortsightedness. They don’t understand telecom whatsoever. This is a common as hell task. Nope, we don’t think you’d need that so we don’t do it. What if I were a battered woman and needed to change my number?
So I’m guessing the workaround for me is simply to uninstall skype (or kill the service on my desktop) and ignore it all for nine months (I just renewed it).
Speaking of Microsquish. This was Mitch McConnell’s brain this week, behold:
That’s what I seen, anyhow.
Speaking of shit software, lookit this:
Notice the “pay now” isn’t lit up like a link, even though it is a link. Shitty interface pinned to the hard left side – they haven’t heard of padding?
It didn’t work. So back to the text I got. It said to use chrome and turn off popups. Uh…that’s so 2005. No browser I used worked. All it produced was a blank tab. I had to call them and give them my FSA card number. Yeah. That’s secure.
For the same procedure that I was paying for here, I got a call from my gut doctor’s office. They wanted cash upfront as well. Ok. Can I pay on your portal? No. Sure, I love giving my card info to a completely unmotivated but otherwise ‘vibrant’ person.
I heard somewhere that Billy Joel was asked if there were anything he missed now that he was older. He said “Competence”. We really have a crisis of competence in this country. We also have an epidemic of dontgiveashititis. I can’t stand having to endure being waited on by a person that doesn’t give a shit and acts like they are doing you a favor by doing their job.
I will tell the good doctor to his face, that I like him. I think he’s a great doc, one of my favorite. But I’m out. I have enough doctors in my entourage that I know the offices that have their shit squared away. That’s how I roll. Cheese me off, and I’m done for life. I haven’t darkened the door of a Chipotle since a douchy worker shortchanged me on a burrito. If I’m in a bad enough mood, I’ll complain on their corporate site.
Such an insult! That’s it! I’ll send a strongly worded letter, by God!
Actually, mine are more biting and sarcastic.
Speaking of morons – Vox Day had a piece some time ago where some “expert”
advised that old showers are bad. Clearly a moron that has never worked a day of hard labor in his life. There is nothing that resets your body better than a cool/cold shower after a day of work in the heat. After a day of the oppressive heat here, nothing is better than cooling off in a shower. I stay cool all night afterwards.
Have you seen the vidyas of…uh…teens looting stores? Just helping themselves and walking out?
Stonetoss had a comic about this very thing this week:
Sure, this is the way it is today. Tomorrow, it’ll work like it did back in the Soviet Union. You’ll pay at a Kiosk, then move to a queue where you will wait for your shit to come to you. Probably like the drive up service people use now. I’ve had the misfortune to find myself in the real hood. I’ve been to places where the counter has bulletproof glass. You order through an intercom, and everything that gets handed back and forth goes through a turnstile. You put your money in it, they spin it, grab the money, and put your chiggin sammich in and spin it back to you.
Heads on pikes outside may work as well.
Speaking of shopping weirdness, I was in ghetto Walmart today. I do that sometimes. Lately, that store has been fat with walmartians, and today was no different. A woman walked by me in a short red/white checked maids outfit with massive, no doubt fake, big as watermelon tiddies spilling out. Kind of thing you’d see in a cartoon. I had to circle around for a second view.
Tall as me. Kind of broad shouldered, considering. Butterface.
I think it may have been a dude. Eeew.
I need to get the hell out of this city.
Best depiction of Texas heat ever:
One of the things I find frustrating is that on camera, my hair is grey/white. It isn’t in person. I still have some color in it. I’m fit. More so than I was in my 40s. Sucks to be treated as a geezer:
They are at it again, the developers. They are knocking down houses for the fall building season.
There are two like this on the way to the park, a block apart. Two houses south of this one, there’s the same builders sign. The family that was there bugged out a few weeks ago. The builders covet the properties that border the park, or the creek that passes through it. You can see a house in the background. It’s on the opposite side of a creek.
There’s only a handful of houses for sale in my whole one mile square neighborhood. Neither of these houses on that street had a for sale sign. No doubt they went door to door down that part of the street. They will build $1M+ houses. The developer behind these isn’t a speculator. They are building those houses for someone. Others buy the house, flatten it, grade it, then sell build-to-order.
I need to get the hell out of this city.
Have a great holiday weekend.
What am I doing?
Seeing if Aria is OK with this dude on her turf:
She got along with him well at the adoption place. Mostly because he’s a cool guy, they aren’t imbeciles and know how to introduce dogs. He’s about the most mellow, sweet boi I’ve ever seen.
I’m stoked.
Inspected By Pat 