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Ramblings...
Overcast, rainy weekend. Did get laundry done this morning. Got up bright and early and did it. Came home. Made blueberry pancakes and grapefruit juice. Then bounced onto the internet, only to discover to my shock that I did not have a dial tone.
There was one message on my answering machine but is was garbled static. Voice mail also had garbled static. In a blind panic, rushed downstairs and pestered neighbor, who from the voices emanating from her apartment appeared to be awake. Knocked. She answered wrapped only in a sheet. OOOkay. Downstairs neighbor is living the life. Cute boyfriend. Hot body. And lots of sex. Plus two kitties. She's also a complete sweetheart, if I weren't heterosexual or a guy, I'd have a crush on her. "Are your phones out of order?" Nope. But she lets me use her phone to call the phone company and anyone else I may wish to call in the world. (I only used it to call the phone company). After about half an hour wrangling with them, I managed to convince them to send someone over today, instead of Monday, to fix it. What is it with repair people? Unlike most of us, they don't make appointments for a specific time - they make it for *any* time during an entire day. 'Oh he'll show up any time between 10 am and 6pm.' Sort of screws with your day. Much easier - if you can get them nailed on a time. Then about oh four or five hours later, I try my phones again. Guess what? Perfectly fine. I cancel the repair guy. Call the people I couldn't call when the phones were out. And run errands. Have no idea what happened, except, an odd sense of deja vue since the exact same thing happened to me last year at this time. Ugh. Methinks I need to get a cable modem and cell phone, once I have a more permanent position. Feeling like I'm sort of behind the times. Even my parents have a bloody cell phone.
Also got an email from someone who'd recently visited my web site. Wait, I have a website? I keep forgetting I have one. And people are still visiting it? Whoa. Usually the email I get from it falls in to two categories: 1) I love your essays can I archive some of them on my site? (My response is invariably yes, since I really don't care where they go as long as people ask me first.) 2) I love your essays just letting you know. I don't get that many emails usually, because most people are like me - intimidated by the idea that someone actually created a website, posted stuff on it, and it has visitors. At any rate, this latest email is a critique of the website. Not my writing or my ideas. She loves the writing. She just finds the set up of my website, annoying. Yeah, I agree. But then I happen to think the set up of every single website on the internet is annoying - unless you have a high-speed internet server, you spend most of your time waiting for the frigging site to download because of all the fancy graphics the designer decided to put on it. Why can't people keep their websites simple anymore? The writing tends to get lost as the result. Which is what my email critique points out about my website. She has a point. Trouble is? I don't frigging care. Didn't design it. Haven't a clue how to change it. Too busy to figure it out, nor all that interested. Actually, I've been debating dismantling the thing. For a while I was being tormented by an emailer who'd been banned from a fanboard I frequent, I finally found a way to block her emails and she disappeared. Since I don't have a clue how to dismantle the thing and it isn't really hurting anyone, I leave it alone. I've only really been bugged twice. BTVS fans are generally speaking, pretty nice folks. There's a few crazies out there, but they don't tend to be the sort who read or seek out media essays. Besides, sort of nice to get the odd email telling me what a great essayist I am. A little ego boost.
There was one message on my answering machine but is was garbled static. Voice mail also had garbled static. In a blind panic, rushed downstairs and pestered neighbor, who from the voices emanating from her apartment appeared to be awake. Knocked. She answered wrapped only in a sheet. OOOkay. Downstairs neighbor is living the life. Cute boyfriend. Hot body. And lots of sex. Plus two kitties. She's also a complete sweetheart, if I weren't heterosexual or a guy, I'd have a crush on her. "Are your phones out of order?" Nope. But she lets me use her phone to call the phone company and anyone else I may wish to call in the world. (I only used it to call the phone company). After about half an hour wrangling with them, I managed to convince them to send someone over today, instead of Monday, to fix it. What is it with repair people? Unlike most of us, they don't make appointments for a specific time - they make it for *any* time during an entire day. 'Oh he'll show up any time between 10 am and 6pm.' Sort of screws with your day. Much easier - if you can get them nailed on a time. Then about oh four or five hours later, I try my phones again. Guess what? Perfectly fine. I cancel the repair guy. Call the people I couldn't call when the phones were out. And run errands. Have no idea what happened, except, an odd sense of deja vue since the exact same thing happened to me last year at this time. Ugh. Methinks I need to get a cable modem and cell phone, once I have a more permanent position. Feeling like I'm sort of behind the times. Even my parents have a bloody cell phone.
Also got an email from someone who'd recently visited my web site. Wait, I have a website? I keep forgetting I have one. And people are still visiting it? Whoa. Usually the email I get from it falls in to two categories: 1) I love your essays can I archive some of them on my site? (My response is invariably yes, since I really don't care where they go as long as people ask me first.) 2) I love your essays just letting you know. I don't get that many emails usually, because most people are like me - intimidated by the idea that someone actually created a website, posted stuff on it, and it has visitors. At any rate, this latest email is a critique of the website. Not my writing or my ideas. She loves the writing. She just finds the set up of my website, annoying. Yeah, I agree. But then I happen to think the set up of every single website on the internet is annoying - unless you have a high-speed internet server, you spend most of your time waiting for the frigging site to download because of all the fancy graphics the designer decided to put on it. Why can't people keep their websites simple anymore? The writing tends to get lost as the result. Which is what my email critique points out about my website. She has a point. Trouble is? I don't frigging care. Didn't design it. Haven't a clue how to change it. Too busy to figure it out, nor all that interested. Actually, I've been debating dismantling the thing. For a while I was being tormented by an emailer who'd been banned from a fanboard I frequent, I finally found a way to block her emails and she disappeared. Since I don't have a clue how to dismantle the thing and it isn't really hurting anyone, I leave it alone. I've only really been bugged twice. BTVS fans are generally speaking, pretty nice folks. There's a few crazies out there, but they don't tend to be the sort who read or seek out media essays. Besides, sort of nice to get the odd email telling me what a great essayist I am. A little ego boost.