Yes! Dreamhost has added web access to my email, so now I can get my visualdistortion emails at work. I am very happy.
Here is the Depict the Flag Raising at Ground Zero of the WTC Attack as it Actually Occurred Petition if you want to sign it. I didn't. I can understand why people are fighting it, but I really just don't care. Even if you had O.J. Simpson, Barbara Mandrell, and Grumpy Smurf raising the flag, it really doesn't matter. I HATE RAISING FLAGS!!. I'll let everyone else battle this one out, and it looks like its going to take a while. They're still fighting over the meaning of Stairway to Heaven.
I got a call from the cable company wanting to reschedule the installation. I think that was pretty nice of them. I've had cable for well over a year now. I should call them back and state that since I've been paying for cable for the past year without it being installed, I should get a year's worth of credit. On a similar note, I recently received a PC camera from Verizon DSL as a free gift for signing up. I think that was very generous, but they'll probably save some money by sending them to people who actually signed up for their service. Anyone want a free PC Camera?
I tried to do a search on google for info on the movie Swingers, so naturally I just entered "Swingers" in the search box. I really should have known better. Well hey, you have to look for the good in each mistake. I now know where the closest 35 sex clubs are. Kinda makes you think about the little 2nd grade girl using the internet to do her report on President Bush.
I looked down at my tachometer on the way to work. My milage was 011111 and the trip meter was 111.1.
Ok, so Spurrier leaves and is replaced by Zook who was once demoted by Spurrier in favor of Bobby Pruett who left to coach Marshall (in exchange for Billy Donovan) only to lose off coord Ed Zaunbrecher to Zook, in order to fill the offensive hole left by Spurrier who accepted a job with the Redskins, ousting Marty Shottenheimer whose son Brian played QB at Florida under Spurrier. Everybody got that?
I finally got all my MP3s on my machine at work. Over 7 gigabytes of music at my disposal. I can put this thing on shuffle and not have to hear the same song for weeks! Ha Ha, oh what? Work?
Blogger removed their spellchecker. I am sad. I can't spell. Well I can spell, I just type really fast so I generally make lots of mistakes. I guess I have to go back to the old way, YOU. That's right, if you see any misspellings, please email me.
I really miss direct deposit. I always had it, but our payroll system isn't that advanced yet. So now I actually have to go to the ATM and and put it in envelope and stick the envelope in the little slot. I know it seems like I'm crying over nothing, but think about the challenges related to this process. Just the act of putting the check in the envelope is dangerous. Yes, I have dawn blood doing just this, and a paper cut on your tongue is not fun. Then you have to put in your card and enter that stupid number, like anyone can remember it. The screen asks you for the amount of the deposit. Umm, wait, that's on the check. Great, you made it though the sealing part unscathed and now you have to do it all over again. So now you have a brand new deposit envelope, the deposit amound fresh in your mind, and a band aid on your upper lip (no so lucky this time). You enter the amount and he machine begins its slow, high-pitched, insert envelope NOW beeping. Your pulse begins to quicken and the race has begun. Can you make your deposit in time before the ATM thinks you got scared and ran away? It's usually when the machine has just gripped onto the envelope that you realize you forgot to endorse the check. Now engaged in a full out war with the slot, the winner gets the envelope. So after 5 minutes of grunting, sweating, and punching the display panel, the machine lets you have your deposit back. You may have won the battle, but not the war. Worse yet, you have just seriously pissed off an Automatic Teller Machine. Very carefully, you open the deposit envelope. The machine continues its rhythmic beeping. Maybe its just the stress of the situation, but you can swear that the beeps are forming the words "Ha Ha, you don't have a pen!" The same phrase, over and over and over. You lose it. "SHUT UP GOD DAMMIT! YOU JUST SHUT THE HELL UP! I'LL FIND A PEN, THEN I'LL SHOVE THIS ENVELOPE UP YOUR FEDERALY INSURED ASS!" Finding a pen doesn't prove too difficult. One of the fourteen people waiting in line behind you usually has one. Now you are ready to face The Machine. Envelope in hand, endorsed check inside, another band aid on your upper lip, you proceed to insert the deposit. Wait, something's not right. Why isn't The Machine putting up a fight? You sneek a peek down at the envelope and quickly realize the "Insert this way" arrow is pointing to you. Ahh, Tricky sonuvabitch. "Look! What's that over there!?!" you scream. Twenty-three heads turn. Quickly, you turn the envelope around while The Machine is distracted. The agonizing beeping stops. You grab your card and receipt and sprint to your car before The Machine figures out what happened. Ah, Victory. You lay back in the driver's seat and slip into an exhausted sleep. At that very same time in Alabama, a Truck Stop restroom attendant's account gets a little bit bigger.
For the first post of the New Year, I would like to congratulate Chris Brown and Kim Vinopal on their engagement!
I also posted the pictures from last night. It was a blast.