Sunday morning, 12:15 AM - watching the Jimmy Kimmel show. It has a few funny
moments. This week was my week from hell dealing with SBC, the phone company.
They screwed up my phone earlier in the week and I missed about 247 wrong number
calls, pissed me off. I love getting wrong number calls - "Hello, is Juan
there?" ... "No, I'm sorry if you didn't hear, he was killed last week
in a serious accident with a truck full of sewage." They canceled the wrong
line then spent the next three days fucking with me by switching my working line
between the two lines I have feeding the house. Every 12 hours the line was
switched for 3 days, no kidding! I think they've had their fun and are done
fucking with me (for now).
If only my cell phone would work in this house. I seem to live in some Steven
King zone where no wireless signal travels more than 10 feet (maybe every wall
is painted with pure lead, quite possible). My cell phone will work, only if you
stand in the street in front of my house (perfect, 5-bar reception), but that's
a bit dangerous, as I have to dodge passing traffic while talking....
"Hello? can you hear me? OH SHIT......No, I'm OK, Hold on... fuck he tagged
me!" However, anywhere on my land, cell phones cease to work, cordless
phones work sporadically, even TV remotes fail to work most of the time.
"Hello? Can you hear me now?" NO I FUCKING CAN'T GET A SIGNAL! I'm
living in some odd vortex of electromagnetic clouds where no electronics work
properly. It's most likely attributed to my huge wireless array of network
cards, cell phones, 900 MHz and 2.4 GHz phones, 20 or so computers, modified
scanners, and fans to cool them all. I'm probably getting 12 different kinds of
brain cancer as I write this, let me know if my spelling gets really fucked up.
I'd rather blame it on a government satellite that is in a stationary orbit
over my house monitoring my activities, as well as blocking my signals. That
would at least explain the odd weather patterns over my house, and that black
van parked across the street.
Anyway, no updates to the job hunt, except one guy that emailed me from
Kalamazoo, MI offering me a job, no shit, and I will be getting back to you
about that job, this has just been a hell of a week for me. I'm also going to be
a bit busy this weekend getting ready to do a full day trip to go downhill
mountain biking on some mountain in NJ (does NJ have mountains? or are they just
really large trash piles?). Should be a good time even though it'll be raining
and I'll be traveling down a mountain at about 70 MPH with a broken brake pad on
my front disk brakes on my bike since I was too lazy (or just out of cash) to
get replacement calipers for the brakes. Don't worry, I'll be wearing lots
of protection so when I crash it'll just break a few bones and not my skull.
Should be a good time. Unfortunately I have to wake up at about 4:30 AM to get
there, and recently, that's about the time I've been going to bed. I got a call
from my friend Clutch, at 2:00 AM yesterday morning, went like this:
"Hey! You're up! What are ya'
"It's fucking 2 AM man! why the
fuck are you calling me at this time!"
"Because I knew you'd be
"Oh, ...yeah, ....right, I am,
So... What the hell's up! You watching this infomercial about the RonCo
I think unemployment would be a lot more exciting if they at least provided
you with plane tickets to some exotic place and forwarded your checks there. At
least you'd have more to write about than infomercials. An extended vacation at
home is not that interesting. I do have to admit I've lost a bit of weight, and
have at least started to read a lot more books.