... aaaand it's going to have to be a bit longer.
Is anyone else feeling this way?
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
This is why I love Twitter...
... because I get to fuck with customer service people...
I had to share this conversation because it made my morning. It all started with an innocent Tweet:
LimerickIs giving the Pitney Bowes mail station a beating, and words.
THEN the Pitney Bowes Cares twitter page started following me, and siad:
PBCares @LimerickIs If you would like some assistance with your meter, let me know the issue and the model number, I can help you out.
LimerickIs @PBCares Unless you can make the low ink indicator more accurate, I will continue to give it beatings and words.. for 6 mos out of the year.
PBCares @LimerickIs w/Mailstation mtr the ink lasts 4-6 mon, 400-800 stamps, you can clear the low ink msg and keep using until 'ink out' msg shows
LimerickIs @PBCares the ink out msg shows 6 months b4 the ink runs out! I have to clear it everytime I go to use it, which is very frequently!
LimerickIs @PBCares can you imagine how annoying that is in the context of an already frustrating and seemingly redundant admin job!?
PBCares @LimerickIs about how long after installing ink does the msg start showing? and how many letters do you send per week?
PBCares @LimerickIs And I can appreciate how annoying this must be for you
LimerickIs @PBCares I have no idea, on both counts. I just don't want to replace the cartridge ridiculously early. It's a waste of money.
PBCares @LimerickIs On the days that you don't use the mtr, printing a couple $0.00 stamps will actually extend the life of the cartridge
LimerickIs @PBCares I use it daily.I appreciate your attempt to help,but it's not helping.In fact it's making me want to throw it out of the window.
PBCares @LimerickIs pls don't throw it out the window, wouldn't be good for anyone...but please let me know if any other issues should arise
Moral of the story? Complain about something on Twitter, and you get to verbally abuse the customer service people behind the product, BECAUSE they followed you, in fact incurring your wrath voluntarily! What a beautiful world we live in.
I had to share this conversation because it made my morning. It all started with an innocent Tweet:
LimerickIs giving the Pitney Bowes mail station a beating, and words.
THEN the Pitney Bowes Cares twitter page started following me, and siad:
PBCares @LimerickIs If you would like some assistance with your meter, let me know the issue and the model number, I can help you out.
LimerickIs @PBCares Unless you can make the low ink indicator more accurate, I will continue to give it beatings and words.. for 6 mos out of the year.
PBCares @LimerickIs w/Mailstation mtr the ink lasts 4-6 mon, 400-800 stamps, you can clear the low ink msg and keep using until 'ink out' msg shows
LimerickIs @PBCares the ink out msg shows 6 months b4 the ink runs out! I have to clear it everytime I go to use it, which is very frequently!
LimerickIs @PBCares can you imagine how annoying that is in the context of an already frustrating and seemingly redundant admin job!?
PBCares @LimerickIs about how long after installing ink does the msg start showing? and how many letters do you send per week?
PBCares @LimerickIs And I can appreciate how annoying this must be for you
LimerickIs @PBCares I have no idea, on both counts. I just don't want to replace the cartridge ridiculously early. It's a waste of money.
PBCares @LimerickIs On the days that you don't use the mtr, printing a couple $0.00 stamps will actually extend the life of the cartridge
LimerickIs @PBCares I use it daily.I appreciate your attempt to help,but it's not helping.In fact it's making me want to throw it out of the window.
PBCares @LimerickIs pls don't throw it out the window, wouldn't be good for anyone...but please let me know if any other issues should arise
Moral of the story? Complain about something on Twitter, and you get to verbally abuse the customer service people behind the product, BECAUSE they followed you, in fact incurring your wrath voluntarily! What a beautiful world we live in.
The Walrus and the Carpenter by Lewis Caroll
"The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright --
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done --
'It's very rude of him,' she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!'
The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead --
There were no birds to fly.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
'If this were only cleared away,'
They said, 'it would be grand!'
'If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year,
Do you suppose,' the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?'
'I doubt it,' said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.
'O Oysters, come and walk with us!'
The Walrus did beseech.
'A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each.
The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head --
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster bed.
But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat --
And this was odd, because, you know,
Thay hadn't any feet.
Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And think and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more --
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And the they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.
"The time has come,' the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing wax --
Of cabbages -- and kings --
And why the sea is boiling hot --
And whether pigs have wings.'
'But wait a bit,' the Oysters cried,
'Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!'
'No hurry!' said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
'A loaf of bread,' the Walrus said,
'Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed --
Now, if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed.'
'But not on us!' the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue,
'After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!'
'The night is fine,' the Walrus said,
'Do you admire the view?
'It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!'
The Carpenter said nothing but
'Cut us another slice.
I wish you were not quite so deaf --
I've had to ask you twice!'
'It seems a shame,' the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!'
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread to thick!'
'I weep for you,' the Walrus said;
'I deeply sympathize.'
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.
'O Oyster,' said the Carpenter,
'You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none --
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one."
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright --
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done --
'It's very rude of him,' she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!'
The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead --
There were no birds to fly.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
'If this were only cleared away,'
They said, 'it would be grand!'
'If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year,
Do you suppose,' the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?'
'I doubt it,' said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.
'O Oysters, come and walk with us!'
The Walrus did beseech.
'A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each.
The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head --
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster bed.
But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat --
And this was odd, because, you know,
Thay hadn't any feet.
Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And think and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more --
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And the they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.
"The time has come,' the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing wax --
Of cabbages -- and kings --
And why the sea is boiling hot --
And whether pigs have wings.'
'But wait a bit,' the Oysters cried,
'Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!'
'No hurry!' said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
'A loaf of bread,' the Walrus said,
'Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed --
Now, if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed.'
'But not on us!' the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue,
'After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!'
'The night is fine,' the Walrus said,
'Do you admire the view?
'It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!'
The Carpenter said nothing but
'Cut us another slice.
I wish you were not quite so deaf --
I've had to ask you twice!'
'It seems a shame,' the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!'
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread to thick!'
'I weep for you,' the Walrus said;
'I deeply sympathize.'
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.
'O Oyster,' said the Carpenter,
'You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none --
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one."
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
An update: Cookies and Infadels
I'm not going into details about the Vortex of Stupid. There are a lot of things I wish I could say right now that would actually hurt a lot of people... and that's not the point now is it.
Apparently this is the peak of flea season...On Saturday I had to have a flea holocaust at my house... it's kind of embarrassing... there weren't a ton of them, but there were enough to make little Mojave act like a spaz once in a while. So I called a friend of mine who is in extermination. He said to do the following:
1. Strip the beds, pick up the area rugs and take the curtains down to the basement, start washing.
2. Vacuum like a madwoman.
4. Put the cat and plants in the basement.
5. Treat the cat.
6. Make sure all dishes are put away.
7. Spray the house.
8. Leave for two hours.
9. Come back, vacuum like a madwoman.
10. Clean all surfaces.
11. Let the cat upstairs.
12. Finish washing linens, bringing them upstairs immediately from the dryer.
13. Put all pillows in the dryer for 15 minutes each, bringing them upstairs immediately from the dryer.
14. Bring plants upstairs.
15. Vacuum like a madwoman.
16. Spray the basement.
17. Empty the vacuum into a bag and spray the bag.
17. Drop dead from exhaustion.
Yeah, I'm serious, but it saved me money I don't have right now, and I think there were only like ten of them in my house, but the infidels have been destroyed! Success!
I have gotten another CSA Box since I last wrote about it. It took a month because K8et and Random were at Burning Man and came back engaged! Congrats you two! I love you! Anyway K8et and I sold our share to someone else while she was gone, I don't know what I would have done with all of those fruits and veggies myself. In this one I got tons of good stuff, but nothing funky enough to write about. I did make the most awesome cookies this weekend. On Sunday we were bored, I mean bored. Exhausted from crucifying the infidels the day before. I decided I wanted oatmeal cookies... I've been on an oatmeal and banana kick for breakfast lately, and every time I eat it I think "this would make a damn good cookie." So this is my first recipe (using what I had around the house... which is always different, but I wrote it down anyway):
1/2 c butter, softened
3/4 c brown sugar, firmly packed
1/2 c granulated sugar
2 eggs
1 tsp vanilla
1&1/2c all-purpose flour
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp ground cinnamon
1/2 tsp salt
3c Quaker Oats (quick or old fashioned, uncooked)
1 banana, mashed
2 tbs cocoa powder
~1 c walnuts, chopped finely (truthfully I didn't measure)
A splash of milk- optional(makes them a bit more cakey)
Preheat oven to 350 F. In a large bowl beat the butter, sugars and banana until creamy. Add the eggs and vanilla, beat well. Add combined flour baking soda, cinnamon, salt and cocoa powder, mix well. Add oats and walnuts, mix well. Add the milk if desired, mix well.
Drop dough in tablespoonfuls onto ungreased cookie sheets
Bake 10-12 minutes or until golden brown.
Apparently this is the peak of flea season...On Saturday I had to have a flea holocaust at my house... it's kind of embarrassing... there weren't a ton of them, but there were enough to make little Mojave act like a spaz once in a while. So I called a friend of mine who is in extermination. He said to do the following:
1. Strip the beds, pick up the area rugs and take the curtains down to the basement, start washing.
2. Vacuum like a madwoman.
4. Put the cat and plants in the basement.
5. Treat the cat.
6. Make sure all dishes are put away.
7. Spray the house.
8. Leave for two hours.
9. Come back, vacuum like a madwoman.
10. Clean all surfaces.
11. Let the cat upstairs.
12. Finish washing linens, bringing them upstairs immediately from the dryer.
13. Put all pillows in the dryer for 15 minutes each, bringing them upstairs immediately from the dryer.
14. Bring plants upstairs.
15. Vacuum like a madwoman.
16. Spray the basement.
17. Empty the vacuum into a bag and spray the bag.
17. Drop dead from exhaustion.
Yeah, I'm serious, but it saved me money I don't have right now, and I think there were only like ten of them in my house, but the infidels have been destroyed! Success!
I have gotten another CSA Box since I last wrote about it. It took a month because K8et and Random were at Burning Man and came back engaged! Congrats you two! I love you! Anyway K8et and I sold our share to someone else while she was gone, I don't know what I would have done with all of those fruits and veggies myself. In this one I got tons of good stuff, but nothing funky enough to write about. I did make the most awesome cookies this weekend. On Sunday we were bored, I mean bored. Exhausted from crucifying the infidels the day before. I decided I wanted oatmeal cookies... I've been on an oatmeal and banana kick for breakfast lately, and every time I eat it I think "this would make a damn good cookie." So this is my first recipe (using what I had around the house... which is always different, but I wrote it down anyway):
1/2 c butter, softened
3/4 c brown sugar, firmly packed
1/2 c granulated sugar
2 eggs
1 tsp vanilla
1&1/2c all-purpose flour
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp ground cinnamon
1/2 tsp salt
3c Quaker Oats (quick or old fashioned, uncooked)
1 banana, mashed
2 tbs cocoa powder
~1 c walnuts, chopped finely (truthfully I didn't measure)
A splash of milk- optional(makes them a bit more cakey)
Preheat oven to 350 F. In a large bowl beat the butter, sugars and banana until creamy. Add the eggs and vanilla, beat well. Add combined flour baking soda, cinnamon, salt and cocoa powder, mix well. Add oats and walnuts, mix well. Add the milk if desired, mix well.
Drop dough in tablespoonfuls onto ungreased cookie sheets
Bake 10-12 minutes or until golden brown.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Vortex of Stupid
Come one come all! Now enter the vortex of stupid! It's going to be a bumpy ride ladies and gentlemen, so buckle up, secure any baggage you may have in the overhead compartments and keep your hands to yourself, some of the other passengers bite.
From StarIQ:
Tuesday, September 22
Today is the Fall Equinox, the day when there is equal day and night all over the planet. This perfect balance between light and dark is symbolized by the Sun's entry into the sign of Libra the Scales, beginning a time of year when we reexamine our relationships and try to reestablish harmony wherever it has been lost. However, the passionate Scorpio Moon, combined with tomorrow's Sun-Pluto square, raises the level of intensity of our emotions.
*sigh*
Raising the intensity level of my emotions? More like making everything feel two times as overwhelming and suckish than before.
I'll elaborate later.
From StarIQ:
Tuesday, September 22
Today is the Fall Equinox, the day when there is equal day and night all over the planet. This perfect balance between light and dark is symbolized by the Sun's entry into the sign of Libra the Scales, beginning a time of year when we reexamine our relationships and try to reestablish harmony wherever it has been lost. However, the passionate Scorpio Moon, combined with tomorrow's Sun-Pluto square, raises the level of intensity of our emotions.
*sigh*
Raising the intensity level of my emotions? More like making everything feel two times as overwhelming and suckish than before.
I'll elaborate later.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Because I'm actually still alive... which is kind of hard to believe.
As I Twitted today:
Is trying to keep this place together, which is involving more multitasking than usual with my boss on vacation (but I actually feel useful, which is refreshing), testing out my newly fixed (almost) credit, planning my birthday party, trying to not throw up while looking at bills, and still hungover. The crash, it cometh. However, I have a roommate prospect coming this weekend, and a CAR prospect!
yay
The party is going to be interesting. There are going to be people there from all areas of my life, including two surprise guests from the book of faces who I have been dying to meet, you know who you are. As my invitation states:
"Holy crap I made it to 30.
Because I'm actually still alive... which is kind of hard to believe."
I am turning 30, and I am sort of feeling weird about that. I know I should celebrate the day I was born; but I'm viewing this party more as an opportunity to have all of the people around me who supported me in some way during the journey I have had since high school, and most of all the last five years or so... Whether these people simply made a comment to me online that made me laugh on a day when I wasn't sure I could even get out of bed, spent some quality time with me at Playa, or (and most especially) carried me when I couldn't walk on my own two feet and needed you most. Your support and kind words mean more to me than I could ever express. Whenever I have felt lost over the years, I have been able to scroll through my cell phone, or look next to me on the couch... and there my beacons were, leading me back to purpose. There are people I would love to have come who would never make the journey, or who I just have no idea how to get in touch with, and I'll miss you dearly. Having all of these wonderful people around me is the best gift a girl could ask for, but y'all better bring your own booze, cuz this bitch is broke! ;)
Not to mention this is the very first party at Gypsy Camp and I can't believe it took this long!
I followed in Minerva's footsteps this week and douched out my facebook page. I deleted a bunch of people... regardless of how long I've known them... if we aren't interacting, why pretend we ever will? I think another look at my friends list is coming, but I'll wait a bit... I may seem to be making a big deal out of nothing; but you would be surprised how good it feels. Shedding things always feels good; weight, friends who aren't "real friends", relationships grown stale. It makes room for new things to come into my life that make me blossom all the more, and help me feel my roots stretch down further into the nourishment of the universe.
Oh aren't I cute.
On another note, I've been stuck in a vortex of stupid for the last few weeks. I need a roommate to be pitching in with the rent before I can get a car, then hopefully either a job that pays more or pick up where I left off with the jewelry. It would feel amazing to see all of my designs I have in my head materialize, then sell. So, first the roommate, then the car, then hopefully I will have the money to go to Burning Man next year!
:D
This weekend I am looking forward to a new box of fruit and veggies from the co-op, showing my house, and getting some much needed down time.
Is trying to keep this place together, which is involving more multitasking than usual with my boss on vacation (but I actually feel useful, which is refreshing), testing out my newly fixed (almost) credit, planning my birthday party, trying to not throw up while looking at bills, and still hungover. The crash, it cometh. However, I have a roommate prospect coming this weekend, and a CAR prospect!
yay
The party is going to be interesting. There are going to be people there from all areas of my life, including two surprise guests from the book of faces who I have been dying to meet, you know who you are. As my invitation states:
"Holy crap I made it to 30.
Because I'm actually still alive... which is kind of hard to believe."
I am turning 30, and I am sort of feeling weird about that. I know I should celebrate the day I was born; but I'm viewing this party more as an opportunity to have all of the people around me who supported me in some way during the journey I have had since high school, and most of all the last five years or so... Whether these people simply made a comment to me online that made me laugh on a day when I wasn't sure I could even get out of bed, spent some quality time with me at Playa, or (and most especially) carried me when I couldn't walk on my own two feet and needed you most. Your support and kind words mean more to me than I could ever express. Whenever I have felt lost over the years, I have been able to scroll through my cell phone, or look next to me on the couch... and there my beacons were, leading me back to purpose. There are people I would love to have come who would never make the journey, or who I just have no idea how to get in touch with, and I'll miss you dearly. Having all of these wonderful people around me is the best gift a girl could ask for, but y'all better bring your own booze, cuz this bitch is broke! ;)
Not to mention this is the very first party at Gypsy Camp and I can't believe it took this long!
I followed in Minerva's footsteps this week and douched out my facebook page. I deleted a bunch of people... regardless of how long I've known them... if we aren't interacting, why pretend we ever will? I think another look at my friends list is coming, but I'll wait a bit... I may seem to be making a big deal out of nothing; but you would be surprised how good it feels. Shedding things always feels good; weight, friends who aren't "real friends", relationships grown stale. It makes room for new things to come into my life that make me blossom all the more, and help me feel my roots stretch down further into the nourishment of the universe.
Oh aren't I cute.
On another note, I've been stuck in a vortex of stupid for the last few weeks. I need a roommate to be pitching in with the rent before I can get a car, then hopefully either a job that pays more or pick up where I left off with the jewelry. It would feel amazing to see all of my designs I have in my head materialize, then sell. So, first the roommate, then the car, then hopefully I will have the money to go to Burning Man next year!
:D
This weekend I am looking forward to a new box of fruit and veggies from the co-op, showing my house, and getting some much needed down time.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
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