Ridiculous Thoughts

I think someone’s got a crush on me. It’s quite amusing really, because it’s like reliving third grade all over again. Always nice to revisit childhood 🙂 He picks on me on TCZ, and I swear if he weren’t 5000 miles away he’d be sitting behind me, pulling my hair and knocking my schoolbooks out of my arms in a desperate plea for attention. It’s almost sweet in a sad, pathetic kind of way.

But who cares. The kid and I have been to Harry Potter three times now. We’re quite sad and pathetic ourselves, but again, who cares 🙂 We loved every minute of it. I think that will be all though until the DVD comes out. I do tend to tire of films if I watch them too many times close together. Now that my curiosity for the film is slaked, I’ll have a nice long break, and then it will be like seeing it new on DVD. Cuaron really did well with his first venture as director. I enjoyed what he did with the franchise very much.

So apart from that the weekend was really quite hellish. Friday was the garage sale in hot humid weather with my gran whinging the whole time about a pain in the heel of her foot that prevented her from helping out. I found out I had to chip in for the ad for this sale – an ad that didn’t list anything of mine and that I didn’t know I’d be chipping in for until it was time to divvy up the take for the day. I made a whopping $8.75 which put me in the hole because my share of the ad was just over $11. Meanwhile the cousin and the Gs made over $200 each. I love my family. I love my family. I love my family.

Then the next day I had to go and work healthfest for 6 hours. Had to be there by 7am to set up my booth and then spent the next 6 hours pretty much just directing traffic. The kid and her friend wanted to go swimming after so I dropped them off and came home and collapsed. I was hot, exhausted, sleepy, tired… The phone rings and it’s my gran wondering why I didn’t come back to the sale to pick up the stuff that didn’t sell. I tried to explain that I was really knackered and could I just come the next day (today actually) and pick it up then. I really didn’t see the harm in the few things I had left sitting harmlessly in a corner of the garage for one lousy night. But no. My gran says ‘well we’re tired too and I would like it if you came to pick this stuff up, then it’s out of our hair and we can rest.’ As if some things sitting in the garage are a gigantic burden and they cannot sit down to rest until they’re gone. And as if my gran hadn’t sat on her butt the entire sale telling everyone what to do because her foot hurt too much to help out.

So I stormed up there, picked up the things and she still had the nerve to act as if I was being unreasonable about being angry at having to get dressed, put my shoes back on, drive all the way across town, pick up my meagre belongings and drive all the way back across town and chuck that stuff in the dumpster. Honestly I thought when the sale was over everything left was going off to Goodwill.

Anyway, . But that’s probably why I’ve been in a foul mood most of the weekend, and probably why I let the twiggy eejit on TCZ bother me so much. Normally I’m quite capable of rolling my eyes at the immaturity of others and getting on with my life, but sometimes, when that immaturity becomes malicious and seems totally without reason or provocation, I get mad.

But I reckon some Colin Firth and Rickman should cheer me up. Off I go.

I hate the Gain corporation and all of the evil corporate greed they stand for. You fuckers have fucked up my computer with your goddamn pop up ads and dodgy toolbars that insert hardcore sexual stuff on a computer shared with my 12 year old daughter.

I would never willingly click on a goddamn popup, what makes you think I want my PC bombarded with irrelevant shit that inhibits my use of my own software, locks up my windows explorer window and basically kills my enjoyment of the internet? You are all idiots, and I would gladly light the match that burns whatever back alley building you creatures infest to the ground.

So yeah, guess what I did this weekend. I edited registry files and ran spyware cleaners and I still have this crap on my computer. This should be illegal. Really, because it’s intrusive, inhibitive and just plain irritating as hell. Oh and then when I came to work today, the other chick in my office suddenly had the same problems. Just out of the blue. She wasn’t doing anything she shouldn’t have been doing, hadn’t downloaded anything for some time. Just *boom* she’s got 50 popups all over her screen and desktop shortcuts she didn’t add etc. So now, we’ve had to call the IS department to take time from them to come and fix it, meanwhile she’s unable to work because they’re on her computer fixing everything. Productivity loss.

Is there a valid petition or bill going through congress right now I can sign and support? This has pissed me off no end, if you couldn’t tell.

Looks like all I needed to kick my ass into blogging gear was a new look here, hehe.

Not that I have much of anything of interest to write about. Today was a lazy day around our house. Apart from doing the laundry, the kid and I just watched Finding Nemo and hung out. We’re having a lovely thunderstorm atm which is nice to watch. It’s a little light on the thunder though. I do love a good storm. I don’t know what it is about them that makes me feel good. A lot of people think I’m odd because I don’t wish for bright sunny weather all the time.

We have an office cleaning lady that comes in every day around 1pm and she inevitably mentions the weather. I find it particularly cruel considering our offices are below ground and windowless 🙂 But she’s an older lady who prefers warm sunny days and gives me funny looks when I sort of cringe and wish for a bit of rain.

I think it comes from my time spent in Monterey. I really came to love it when the fog would roll in over PG and drape itself like a fuzzy blanket over the peninsula. If I happened to be on the beach at the time I took pleasure in being able to listen to the waves crashing on the beach, but not seeing them. I also enjoyed the year-round cooler weather we had there. I wish I could decently describe how… comforting I found gloomy days, and still do. I don’t get depressed when it’s cloudy and I don’t watch the weather channel like a hawk waiting for word of the sun peaking out.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not some vampire-like weirdo who only thrives in gloom. I enjoy a beautiful clear day with a cool breeze and not a cloud in the sky. The colours seem more vivid and vibrant and the plethora of big beautiful trees around here look especially nice contrasted with a brilliant blue sky during the spring. It’s just that I don’t get that grey-weather scowl on my face when I wake up and see that it looks like rain. And I don’t grimace and flinch when the cleaning lady comes in lamenting the foul weather.

So she thinks I’m a freak. Ah well.

Forgive any typos in this entry. I seem to have sliced a good bit of my finger tonight. I was picking up the butcher’s knife to cut up some asparagus and it slipped and somehow as it fell, it managed to wedge itself nice and deep into my finger before dropping to the floor.

I’m such a weenie. But I’ve got some New Skin on it, which hurt like a bitch putting on, and the bleeding has stopped. Alas, my already deplorable typing skills have slipped even further because I’m afraid to bend my finger.

Other than that my week has improved. I forgave my daughter for forgetting my birthday and we spent today driving around town while I took photos of her in different parts of town. I have several of them up in my photo albums, in her directory, but here’s one of them:

That was taken in one of the alleys downtown. There’s a set of steps in one of them that go up to nowhere, so I thought she’d look cool atop them.

Anyway, I’m going to go watch a video. Gnighty.

I think today was the crappiest birthday I’ve ever had. And I think it’s my own fault really. Apart from just about everyone I know IRL, including my own daughter, seemed to forget or just not acknowledge the bday, I don’t want to go into much more detail and etch in stone (so to speak) everything that went wrong today. It just sucked much, and I let myself get sucked into wallowing in self-pity all day long and now I’m exhausted.

I’m babbling now. I’m going to bed. Glad today is over.

Soooo blogger had an upgrade when I wasn’t looking. I like it so far. I’ve been wanting to redo the look here for a while now but lacked the energy to actually do it myself. Good job they added some spiffy new templates eh? Thank you, whomever, for saving me the work. I like this layout.

Still though, I’ve been quite bad about posting here and everytime I DO post, I say I’ve been bad about posting and make a promise to be better but who am I kidding? No one reads this thing anyway 🙂 So to anyone stumbling onto this blog by accident, I’ll post when I can and that’s the best I can do.

What’s new? Well not much, hence the lack of posts. Nothing’s ever new around here. My grandparents bought a 2004 PT Cruiser the other day. It’s gorgeous and it was quite shocking that they bought one. They’ve often said that the Sable and Escort they had would be their last cars (how morbid eh?) and then they called up the other day and said, ‘Guess what, we bought a new car.’ Was very surreal.

What else… Oh the kidlet’s got a new domain. minimelia.com. Sweetiepete was a bit too childish for her these days 🙂 so a new site and domain for her. She’s got contacts now as well. *sniffle.* She’s all growed up 🙁

Well I’m keeping it short for now. It’s 24 day and I need to prepare 🙂 🙂

So I’m thinking I need to take a class or something and learn how to fix my own car. Last week my alternator belt broke so I took it to the dealership to have this simple little thing fixed. I can afford the cost of it, no big. A couple of days after I get my car back I notice my turn signals aren’t working so I whinge a little bit about it at work and one of my cowrokers tells me it could just be a fuse that shorted out. I go through my handbook for the car and find out where the proper fuses are only to find that the fuses are fine. So I decide I’m going to have to take the car back to the dealer, and see what’s going on. I get caught up in meetings and am not able to get the car in until today. Oh and over the weekend I discover that not only are my turn signals out, so are my brake lights, tail lights and cruise control. And of course dealership repairshop is not open on weekends and I can’t take it anywhere else in case the problem was something the dealership caused when they put the new belt on.

They call me not 20 minutes after I drop off the car to tell me it’s a switch that shorted out in the steering column and that the cost to repair it will be $220 for parts and labour. 220 fucking dollars to fix a shorted out switch. They told me it’s just a coincidence that it blew after they had my car as they didn’t perform any work on the steering column.

I don’t know whether to believe them or not because I don’t know any better. It occurred to me to ask them if perhaps in the course of working on the alternator whether it was a possibility for the alternator to surge with electricity and maybe cause the switch to short out. He put me on hold to go ask the mechanic if that could happen and of course the mechanic said no. But he probably figures I wouldn’t know any better so he could tell me anything and I’d still have to pay. I don’t want to feel like that next time I have to deal with the fucking mechanics.

What I really want to do is learn about all of this, then next time I have a repair I want to play dumb and catch them lying to me. I would simply adore seeing the look on their face when I catch them out. It would be like the time when I worked in the pub in Engerland and the french staff were talking about the rest of us in french, blissfully unaware that I understood every word they said. Ahhh that was sweet.

of course it’s entirely possible that the dealership is very honest and that everything they’ve told me is the absolute truth. My point is that I just don’t know if I’m being suckered or not because I’m fairly ignorant when it comes to car repair. I feel like I’ve been ripped off, but I just don’t know.

My kingdom for public transportation in this deadend town.