This needs to die in a goddamn grease fire. Dear LJ: You are not Facebook. You are not Twitter. Please to be not trying to be both Facebook and Twitter. No fucking love for that pile of epic fail, me.
PS: Show me which majority of users want this chanbe? … Please?
ETA: Okay, my moment of duh has passed. Note to self: do not cruise LJ while distracted, or half awake. And do not do so on April 1st.
Or maybe not, but work with me here, dammit. Jessica (samari76) just kicked the royal shit out of her latest test, but I’ll let her tell whoever she pleases all the gory details of that one. And in slightly more w00t style news, I can has repeat job opportunity plz? I wrote a while back about a job I’d applied for with a company owned by Momentus ltd, that I of course ended up not getting (stupid being overqualified and all that crapola). They told me then to keep an eye out, as they’d probably be looking to fill positions in the not too distant future that my qualifications would be more suited for. I wouldn’t call it necessarily a position needing to be filled in the *immediate* future, but… hey, 8 months later isn’t half bad in today’s economy. This one’s actually labled as a tech support job, so we shall see if that makes it automaticly within my realm of qualifications/abilities/skills/whatever and go from there. As for right now, Jess should be just about done with class and on her way home, and from there, I do believe we have some cellebrating to do.
As anyone who’s been following the previously linked twitter page knows, I made it to Rochester in one piece on Friday. Got in at about 12:30 or quarter to 1 saturday morning, and pretty much hung out around here for a couple hours talking. We caught a few hours’ sleep, and when the actual morning got around to being here, Jessica (samari76), Tasha and I headed it into Wallmart to pick up a few things. There was some talking and generous amounts of coffee to be had, as well as your typical grocery run. We managed to pick up a lot for our use during the week, and lugged it all back here to be appropriately tossedaway. We also picked up various items for an eventual get-together at Candice’s (acorna_cat), which ended up happening later that night.
Tasha went back to her place and we flaked out here for a few hours, before we had to go over to Julie’s fiance’s place to meet up with them, and her fiance’s best man to go over wedding stuff. Or, rather, the idea *was* to go over wedding stuff, but it ended up being largely a shop talk session instead. Absolutely thrilled Jessica to no end, let me tell ya. Pizza was had, things were suggested and debated, and at about half past 8 or so we shoved off to go to the after party party at Candi’s. By this point Tasha had already been there for a while, and they’d managed to eat something too. Jess started putting together her natcho dip so we could all manage to pull off a proper dessert. She wasn’t overly thrilled with how it turned out, but it actually wasn’t as bad as she thought it was. Of course we had to spend like 5 minutes debating that, because… well, we could. There was a not entirely unreasonable amount of drinking involved, until it came around to truth or dare time (I owe you, by the way, Candice. :P). I had a feeling things were going to get interesting after that, and when we started getting into taking shots, I already had a sneaking suspicion that evening was pretty much over. Maybe an hour or two after that, Jessica was passed out where we’d be sleeping, and Candi and I were trying to convince Tasha that she was, in fact, not about to become the endless fountain of puke she’d apparently invisioned.
I was slightly buzzed, Jess was what I call sleepily drunk, Tasha was… well, Tasha, and Candi… she was done. Like wo. After we finally managed to get Tasha to calm down, the best thing for everyone to do at that point was to pass out. So that’s pretty much what we did. I didn’t move until a little after 10 or so Sunday morning, and that was only because our ride was coming to get us between then and 11 or so. When all was said and done and we were packing to leave, 3 of us had hang overs and all of us were doing some serious wtf-ing. We got back here and pretty much wrote off the rest of the day, sleeping for most of it and being barely awake for the rest. By about 8:00 we decided we’d about had enough of that, so got up and ended up ordering pizza.
By this point, we hadn’t heard anything from Tasha, and we knew Candi wasn’t gonna be doing a whole lot of being useful, so we tried getting a hold of the former. She wasn’t answering her phone, so we figured she was either still sleeping or… well… done with the world. We sat around talking for the better part of the night, and about midnight or so, decided to take a random walk just for the sake of randomly walking. So we hit up the local 711, got us a couple coke slurpees, and found ourselves somewhere to sit and talk for a bit. It was still bordering in too damn cold though, so we brought our act back to the apartment and kept on talking and generally goofing off until, oh, it must have been 7 or 8 or so before we decided to do that thing where we pass out. She got up once to try again and call Tasha, but other than that, we didn’t move until upwards of 2:00 or so. Not much was accomplished here so far; leftover pizza was finished, Jess went to class, and now we’re both just generally sitting here and doing that thing where we curse technology. At some point this week, I’m thinking I might switch out screenreaders for her, and convert her to Tech Hit‘s OutTwit plugin for Outlook and Twitter. As for now, though? … I’ll decide that when I get there. Jessica’s back from class, and looks very much like she could use a little tlc. Off to go do that and shtuff.
PS: Email is working. Sort of. IM won’t be. Deal with it.
PPS: Dear mother nature, pick a temperature already plz. I can has stability? Kthx.
… I’ve done pretty much everything but the dishes. Tears me up inside to let them go, it does. Really. Ah well, it’s not like they’re going anywhere while I’m gone, in the event I run out of time. As for right now, I’m waiting on only two things. A whole 3 sweaters to hurry up and dry already, and my wheels. As soon as I have both, she be go time. For the next two weeks or so, any further updating to this here thing will be happening from the dark side. Anyone wanting to follow my progress southwards, I’ll be trying to update my Twitter page. Trying, that is, barring technical failures that result in half my updates either not making it or mysteriously going missing shortly after making it. If you have a twitter account and want to follow me, let me know who you are in the comments and when I get to checking my email at that there other end, I’ll return the favour. As usual, IM won’t be happening. Texting or calling will have to suffice while on the road. Email when I get there. Anything else? … deal with it. Catch yall on the flip side.
You just need to be ultra intimidating and have absolutely no regard whatsoever for common sense. Or an appetite for scaring the living shit out of a couple highschool kids, whichever. A Pennsylvania DA decided it’d be fun to exercise the second option after getting a hold of a picture of two girls, 13 at the time of the picture having been taken (now 15), showing them from the waste up and wearing bras. That DA is now being sued for having violated the kids’ first and fourth amendment rights on the grounds that he pretty much told them, and everyone else who had a copy of that picture (apparently the total was like 17 or 18) their choices were either to attend a 10-hour class on pornography, or get slapped with a sex abuse charge. For acting like a couple idiots with their cell phones at a slumber party. Now, I didn’t finish my law course up here, and it was on Canadian law to boot, but… um, just on a periferal glance at the article, lawyer dood’s got absolutely no leg to stand on whatsoever. I lay odds the suit either settles or ends up not going mister legal man’s way. Either way, I’d really hate to be him right now.
ETA: Someone else weighs in on the case. Nice to know not everyone disagrees with me.
A guy I have the misfortune of having gone to highschool with has apparently decided we could always use some more negative publicity thrown our way. Keep in mind, he is *also* blind. I have no idea whatsoever if he’s just bored or what, but… well, he’s decided to rant in great detail about how cold hearted blind people are, particularly those in the US. Now, like I said, I went to highschool with this whack-a-mole. So I have absolutely no problem sending the below response directly to this idiot via email.
Subject: Your recording on sendspace.
This is a direct response to the blatant arrogance you unleashed upon the internet in the form of a much too long vocal rant against blind people in general, and those in the US in particular. Speaking as a blind person, though not a blind American, you have singlehandedly managed to prove whatever medication you’re on right now clearly is *not* working. You have also, equally singlehandedly, succeeded in pissing me off. I have it on very good authority this is not the first time you’ve lashed out with absolutely no reason whatsoever, save perhaps for your own self-gratification. Let me make this abundantly clear to you. Gratification time is officially and 100% over. You maintain a mental illness is by no means an excuse for what you’ve done in the past, only to revert to that exact same behaviour shortly after the release of this incredibly long-winded recording that now amounts to absolutely nothing. And, in the exact same breath, expect forgiveness for doing this exact same thing. Here in the real world, where you’re going to have to deal with living, it doesn’t work that way. Live with it. You wanna fly off the handle, you get to deal with the response. Either suck it up princess and move on, or cancel the internet altogether, and crawl into the nearest deep, dark hole you can possibly find. Either way, the grown-ups don’t have time for this crap. Where you see a crutch you can hide behind every time someone decides to give back what you’ve been giving, I see a pathetic attempt at looking for a scapegoat. Yes, I *will* circulate your message to every mailing list I’m on. And I’ll attach to it a warning that you do not belong on any list where casual discussion is expected of you. Furthermore, you may consider yourself blacklisted from any and all mailing lists run by myself. You made your bed. Nighty night.
If anyone else wants to chime in as well, go right ahead and do so (maheen.wickramasinghe@sympatico.ca). Quite frankly, he can use all the kicks in the head he can get. This, ladies and gentlefolk, is a classic example of exactly what your typical Canadian is *not* like.
PS: I’m not trying to be insulting of anyone who’s reading this *with* mental difficulties of their own. But, if you’re gonna blow up then whine because no one understands you… well, then I guess that email applies to you, too.
And maybe, if I’m lucky, I’ll get around to actually doing said things.
Gawd, in a way I’m glad I’m not moving. Life, thy name shall be chaos.
Though the CBC hasn’t officially announced that’s one of the things on the chopping block, they did pretty much cut out 800 or so jobs in the last couple days. And now, much to my relief, the government which I have so often mocked has made it rather abundantly clear there won’t be any real overnight quick fixes for that network, or the broadcasting industry as a whole. for the purposes of full disclosure, I’ll point out the only things I watch on TV nowadays anyway are hockey, baseball and, when I remember it’s on, the Sarah Connor Chronicles. Occasionally, I’ll see if I can catch a local news broadcast or two. Otherwise, my TV stays off and I pretty much download what I feel up to watching. While I understand there’s still some folks claiming CBC has its cultural elements that should be defended pretty much to the death, they’re not why I turn on my local station up here. So if’n you don’t mind me saying so, it’s been fun, HNIC. If it really is the end of the line for that on the CBC, I’ll go back to hounding my cable co for access to channels that actually give me the content I give a damn about.
Myspace flags a musician for copyright violations. For uploading her own music. And, this is why you rarely hear of a police officer actually showing up to defend a contested speeding ticket. It just might be that the ticket itself is a little tiny bit out to lunch. Technology in the right hands? Awesome. Technology in *these* hands? Epic failure.
Before it completely slips my apparently protesting mind altogether, happy freakin’ birthday, Katia (katia-chan)! Hopefully this trip around the sun’s as good as or better than the last one for you. And goddammit, try and have a *little* fun, eh? Don’t make me get a gang together and force good times upon you. Because I will. 😛