I’ve disassembled an errant tablet pc, diagnosed a failing harddrive, backed up mounds of data to clear off another hard drive, taught myself how to use the new BCD system, and setup a harddrive to install Vista onto the aforementioned tablet pc. The last would have been easy if it had had either: a) an optical drive, or b) support for booting from a USB device, or c) a floppy drive.
See why I don’t post much?
This is not a post about what wonderful things Joss Whedon has done. I’m not going to go into witty writing, great characters, and super-powered teenage girls.
This is about my sudden incidental discovery which underlines why Joss is just so freakin’ awesome:
PS: If you didn’t get it, look at his hat.
Everyone else is jumping off a bridge, so I’m going to jump, too.
My NaNo for this year is now being published to:
http://tokillagoddess.office-monkey.com/
Guess the title! Come on, guess!
It’s below-draft quality. Verb tenses are likely to be wrong, and words are likely to be misspelled. I’m working without AutoCorrect!
I just received an unsolicited business call on my cell phone. It came from an unidentified number; as I had been expecting a call from a friend, I answered it.
Here is the spiel, as near as I can recall:
“Attention all Visa and Mastercard holders! This month credit card companies may RAISE YOUR INTEREST RATES! If you’re interested in lowering your interest rates, please press nine now!”
I pressed nine, to try to get some more information. I was placed on hold briefly, then routed to someone who DID NOT provide any information, other than:
“Are you calling to lower your interest rate?”
“I don’t know, is there a number I can call back on…”
CLICK.
They hung up on me. I have no idea who they are, I got no search hits when I probed on the two terms I could cobble together quickly. Anyone else pissed off?
(Do Not Call Registry Violation, too!)
So I discovered about a month ago that Bank of America had jacked my interest rate to 24.99% LAST NOVEMBER because I actually used the majority of the line of credit that had been extended to me.
I have been a cardholder for nine years with this card; when I called to inquire, I was told that if I paid off over half the debt, they would INVESTIGATE lowering my interest rate.
INVESTIGATE, not do so.
I’ve been investigating my alternatives, but today just took the cake.
Today, I received the following in an email:
We are inviting some of our most valued customers to join Bank of America’s Credit Card Online Advisory Panel.
This is an opportunity to provide your opinions and feedback on services and new products you might receive.
HA HA HA HA. Pay back is a bitch. 🙂
I can kick in the remaining ten grand, but oh man!
I filled up a water bottle today, and that was my thought.
Allow me to elaborate, at length, and with no good reason. Then, if you’re good and comment, I might record an actually interesting series of events, which triggered responses such as, “Gasp!”, “Ha!”, and “Snore!” when recited to a captive audience over lunch today.
Fortunately, I had married Mandrina months ago, so it wasn’t much of a surprise.
First, a pointer to Xaan‘s and Nightsinger‘s excellent write-ups of things I’m too lazy or preoccupied or self-centered to write up myself. Also, thanks to Jamie for deciding scandously to have a 21st birthday celebration in Vegas. Was a fantastical trip, although I could have done with more love from the gambling. Okay, I would have settled for just a little less hatred.
Second, I’ll writeup my memories, but stick them behind a cut so that my front page doesn’t suddenly grow huge again.
in a not a good way.
I’m going to place the link behind a block, as I don’t want anyone to be the least bit confused. The link that follows is to a frank and somewhat explicit topic. I’m just… flabbergasted. Surprised. Rather bewildered. My cat’s behavior is more predictable than this!
Less than two weeks from today I hit my five year anniversary with my employer.
I’ll cut so you can avoid my whining here.