2011-06-16:



What kind of plumber? I'm writing your union, tell ya what. Bet they'd like to know you're doing mushrooms. And blowing up landmarks. And setting the wildlife… on fire. As they burned, it hurt because, my Goombas were on fire!

Yup, still annoyed. Went to use my credit card to get gas today, a seemingly innocent activity I have done, perhaps a dozen times before, maybe more, and my credit card was denied. So, this can't be good. So I drive down to my friendly credit union and get offered ice cream, as part of "customer appreciation week" or some craziness. Yeah, some frozen sugar milk would go great with that lump of ICE in my stomach now that "oh god why is my credit card denied have they taken everything have I been hacked what's going on am I going to be living on the street because someone stole my identity why did they do that I'm so boring I hate everything, etc etc."

Well, they had called me the day before, but left no message, so I figured it was just a check or something. Well, nice of them to inform me, you know, by email, or actually leaving a message after they so nicely called me that there was something amiss with my card and they were going ahead and canceling it, so don't bother to use it until you get the new one. 

Customer Survice Week. Right.

So, now I have to learn a new number (I had the old one memorized after all) and go through all the things that auto bill to that card and get them all changed. Ugh.

Otherwise the day went fairly well. Went to the post office spot on 9:00 to get the monitor for the laptop. Then over to the lures place… and no one was there. So I sat and put the laptop screen in, jerks, until they finally arrived. Took care of their "problems" in that no-nonsense way I have of making people feel dumb, not that it's my fault or anything. Then over to the printer not printing anymore. Stupid windows. I guess it had just corrupted the job because the spoolvs.exe or whatever service was using 99% of the cpu (you might think it would be smart enough to give up after awhile rather then cook the processor, oh right, windows) so I smashed that up and got it working again. Home for lunch.

Then back out to deliver the laptop. Out to victor, another clean out. Nothing too hideous. So I'm about an hour early for the next one but I ring the bell anyway. No answer. I sit and wait. Half an hour passes, oh door opens, "I just saw your car." Wait, you here here? Why didn't you answer your FREAKING DOORBELL YOU BAKA???? Well, I found no evidence of any virus on his machine, so it was probably just a pop up ad. *shakes head*

Came back home, dinner. Made Mousse for tomorrow, hope it's good. Still, how can milk, sugar, cocoa powder, vanilla, heat, stirring and whipped cream not be? I suppose it's possible.

Made my calls, slotted the 2:30 time after the movie, gonna be a busy day. Set up Jim's new Macbook, Movie, then all the way down to west henrietta, then go see grandma, then mom, then to Sean's again. Perfect Horizon game, we'll see what he's come up with after we didn't just go storm the "angel" "owner's" place last week. Perhaps a philosophical debate? Involving high speed pieces of metal, some of them pointy and some of them sharp? Perhaps.

Two for Saturday, but one is just a possible dead hard drive I'm looking at here, so I just have to go someplace at 12:00.  Then whenever Dad gets here for Dr Who and it'll be Sunday. 

That's exactly how it's going to go too, no deviations, no running behind, that's it. Done. So there.

I have this weird bump growing on the side of my driveway, and it's getting bigger, like something is pushing up from below. Something strong. It's wrecking that spot too, I'll never get it back down without a steam roller. Weird, not sure what to do about it, really. Sigh. I mean, what could come through my driveway like that? It better be oil… or a million tiny unicorns made of sweetness and goodness, and happiness, and joy-ness and loveness.