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serynMy new computer is here. Yay! I didn't miss it by being in the laundry room. (Also yay, that I did manage to do laundry anyway.)
I'm having a problem where an 800 number keeps calling me. They don't leave a message. If I answer it, it says if I'm not $unparsable_name that I must hang up. I Googled it and half the people say it's con-men. The other half say AT&T sells your information to these assholes whenever you stop having service with them. (And you all wondered why I didn't want an iPhone... I really did, originally, but I was never going to do business with AT&T if it was possible to circumvent them. I feel so sorry for the T-Mobile customers who will be boned by the FTC's inability to grow a fucking spine and say "Hell, no!" to AT&T. Which they should, on general principle, because AT&T doesn't provide an excellent service product that would add anything to the user experience.) Anyway, back to the annoying phone people. I listened to the message once, even though I'm probably not $unparsable_name. They tell me I must call them back at the number they're currently calling from, but give no reason. They don't say who they are, just that they're "trying to collect a debt". There's no information whatsoever about why they are calling. And I remember how if you call an 800 number, they can transfer you to a 900 number and charge you $28.89 per minute without asking. Or how if you call them, then they decide you have a business relationship and call you 37 times a day and sell your "relationship" to their "partner" companies. I'm pretty damned sure I don't owe anyone any money and that I'm not $unparsable_name. But they won't stop calling either. I've contacted the company providing my phone service who said I should register with the national Do Not Call list (I had already done so, right when they first announced it.) and file a complaint with them. Does anyone have any other useful advice?
Oh. It turns out that I was incorrect about something I'd said. I said Simon can fish through the basket of clean clothes when he needs something--- I'd sorted them into his and hers baskets. Today he complained about not having clean underwear. I emptied his basket onto the bed so I could use the basket... a dozen underpants.
I kind of want to be playing with my new computer and new keyboard or preparing stuff for the migration. Or making apple spice donuts. Or watching Mythbusters. Or reading fanfic. But I need to put the laundry away. Maybe I don't need to put all of it away. I'll just do Simon's. That would clear off the bed, so when he gets home from work he won't bitchily sleep on the sofa so no one can watch TV and while everyone gets hungry because cooking in the adjacent kitchen is "too loud". If the bed isn't cleared off, I obviously don't intend for him to sleep there.
I read today that 10 minutes of direct sunlight, like during the times you're "not supposed" to go out without heavy duty sunblock, provides as much vitamin D as 200 glasses of milk. I can certainly tell you that I feel better on days when I go outside and get some sun. I don't wear sunblock much. My skin is really oily anyway, and sunblock being greasy gives me back pimples that really hurt. If I'm going to be standing in the sun for hours, sure, but not the super-duper SPF on a daily basis. But I have been avoiding that deadly noontime and not going outside during that period for years. Maybe I should try to be a little less cave-dwelling?
I am eligible to upgrade my phone (like the new contract discount) August 1. So I looked to see what smartphones Sprint has. They've got nothing. There's the Evo, Evo Shift, and Evo 3D. They are available for a penny on Amazon right now, but I don't want to be stuck with that cheap-looking HTC shit for 2 years. Plus those phones are enormous. I'd never be able to get those in the pockets of my current jeans. (Once you stop buying W-is-for-wide jeans, the pockets decrease in size by 70%, seriously. Fat women can have pocketses, "normal size" women can not haz.) If I bought the only smartphones Sprint has available right now, I'd have to carry a purse around all the fucking time. If I'm going to carry a purse around, then the phone might as well be big enough to actually use like a tablet. I mean, really. If you have to have a designated bag because your phone is too big to fit in jeans pockets, you might as well stay home and never go anywhere because you can't manage to leave your tether. Not to mention how heavy they are. I couldn't talk on that for an hour. And the battery life is supposed to be even crappier than my Palm Pre... so I couldn't talk on it for an hour anyway because it would need charging sooner than that. It's pretty clear that we're in the midst of an era of poorly compromised combo devices. The phones are too big to use as a phone but the screens are still too small to actually use as a portable computer. I think I might want 2 devices. But as soon as you get a data-oriented device, it's no longer a "phone" and they charge you insanely for data plans.
I had to vacuum my whole apartment this week. I'm starting to think I want to go back to school just so I can live in a single dorm room and someone else does all the cooking and cleans the bathrooms... but I'm 40.. when I was in college, there were single rooms and there were empty rooms even. It wasn't hard to get the classes you wanted, unless the class was canceled due to low enrollment. I understand it's not like that now. When I was 19, I couldn't wait to escape and have the freedom to cook anything I wanted and eat whenever I wanted. I also wanted to have room for space to write and a computer. Now that's not a problem because computers are smaller than a half-full binder. Plus almost no one handwrites anything anymore. I hated living in the dorms because I couldn't reliably get mail. Now I rarely get mail. I hated living in the dorms because I had to move all the time and that meant giving everyone my new phone number. Now everyone brings their cell phones along when they move and it's no trouble to keep up with people you used to know. And if you did lose their number, you can message them on Facebook. It's only taken 20 years, but they've completely solved all the problems I had with living in the dorm in college--- except now other people don't hate it and they're completely full. Plus I'm not 20 years old, I imagine I'd want to kill my neighbors if there was music bleed-through. Of course I want to kill my neighbor now because her god-ridden music bleeds through my bedroom wall. I hope Jesus fucking knows how bloody annoying she is and decides it would spoil heaven for everyone else who's already there. Actually I hope that for most people who tell me how "God is good." when they're having a crisis. It's like they're abstaining from any responsibility for their lives. Of course, that's what I'm telling you I want to do--- the going back to the dorm life thing.
I'm having a problem where an 800 number keeps calling me. They don't leave a message. If I answer it, it says if I'm not $unparsable_name that I must hang up. I Googled it and half the people say it's con-men. The other half say AT&T sells your information to these assholes whenever you stop having service with them. (And you all wondered why I didn't want an iPhone... I really did, originally, but I was never going to do business with AT&T if it was possible to circumvent them. I feel so sorry for the T-Mobile customers who will be boned by the FTC's inability to grow a fucking spine and say "Hell, no!" to AT&T. Which they should, on general principle, because AT&T doesn't provide an excellent service product that would add anything to the user experience.) Anyway, back to the annoying phone people. I listened to the message once, even though I'm probably not $unparsable_name. They tell me I must call them back at the number they're currently calling from, but give no reason. They don't say who they are, just that they're "trying to collect a debt". There's no information whatsoever about why they are calling. And I remember how if you call an 800 number, they can transfer you to a 900 number and charge you $28.89 per minute without asking. Or how if you call them, then they decide you have a business relationship and call you 37 times a day and sell your "relationship" to their "partner" companies. I'm pretty damned sure I don't owe anyone any money and that I'm not $unparsable_name. But they won't stop calling either. I've contacted the company providing my phone service who said I should register with the national Do Not Call list (I had already done so, right when they first announced it.) and file a complaint with them. Does anyone have any other useful advice?
Oh. It turns out that I was incorrect about something I'd said. I said Simon can fish through the basket of clean clothes when he needs something--- I'd sorted them into his and hers baskets. Today he complained about not having clean underwear. I emptied his basket onto the bed so I could use the basket... a dozen underpants.
I kind of want to be playing with my new computer and new keyboard or preparing stuff for the migration. Or making apple spice donuts. Or watching Mythbusters. Or reading fanfic. But I need to put the laundry away. Maybe I don't need to put all of it away. I'll just do Simon's. That would clear off the bed, so when he gets home from work he won't bitchily sleep on the sofa so no one can watch TV and while everyone gets hungry because cooking in the adjacent kitchen is "too loud". If the bed isn't cleared off, I obviously don't intend for him to sleep there.
I read today that 10 minutes of direct sunlight, like during the times you're "not supposed" to go out without heavy duty sunblock, provides as much vitamin D as 200 glasses of milk. I can certainly tell you that I feel better on days when I go outside and get some sun. I don't wear sunblock much. My skin is really oily anyway, and sunblock being greasy gives me back pimples that really hurt. If I'm going to be standing in the sun for hours, sure, but not the super-duper SPF on a daily basis. But I have been avoiding that deadly noontime and not going outside during that period for years. Maybe I should try to be a little less cave-dwelling?
I am eligible to upgrade my phone (like the new contract discount) August 1. So I looked to see what smartphones Sprint has. They've got nothing. There's the Evo, Evo Shift, and Evo 3D. They are available for a penny on Amazon right now, but I don't want to be stuck with that cheap-looking HTC shit for 2 years. Plus those phones are enormous. I'd never be able to get those in the pockets of my current jeans. (Once you stop buying W-is-for-wide jeans, the pockets decrease in size by 70%, seriously. Fat women can have pocketses, "normal size" women can not haz.) If I bought the only smartphones Sprint has available right now, I'd have to carry a purse around all the fucking time. If I'm going to carry a purse around, then the phone might as well be big enough to actually use like a tablet. I mean, really. If you have to have a designated bag because your phone is too big to fit in jeans pockets, you might as well stay home and never go anywhere because you can't manage to leave your tether. Not to mention how heavy they are. I couldn't talk on that for an hour. And the battery life is supposed to be even crappier than my Palm Pre... so I couldn't talk on it for an hour anyway because it would need charging sooner than that. It's pretty clear that we're in the midst of an era of poorly compromised combo devices. The phones are too big to use as a phone but the screens are still too small to actually use as a portable computer. I think I might want 2 devices. But as soon as you get a data-oriented device, it's no longer a "phone" and they charge you insanely for data plans.
I had to vacuum my whole apartment this week. I'm starting to think I want to go back to school just so I can live in a single dorm room and someone else does all the cooking and cleans the bathrooms... but I'm 40.. when I was in college, there were single rooms and there were empty rooms even. It wasn't hard to get the classes you wanted, unless the class was canceled due to low enrollment. I understand it's not like that now. When I was 19, I couldn't wait to escape and have the freedom to cook anything I wanted and eat whenever I wanted. I also wanted to have room for space to write and a computer. Now that's not a problem because computers are smaller than a half-full binder. Plus almost no one handwrites anything anymore. I hated living in the dorms because I couldn't reliably get mail. Now I rarely get mail. I hated living in the dorms because I had to move all the time and that meant giving everyone my new phone number. Now everyone brings their cell phones along when they move and it's no trouble to keep up with people you used to know. And if you did lose their number, you can message them on Facebook. It's only taken 20 years, but they've completely solved all the problems I had with living in the dorm in college--- except now other people don't hate it and they're completely full. Plus I'm not 20 years old, I imagine I'd want to kill my neighbors if there was music bleed-through. Of course I want to kill my neighbor now because her god-ridden music bleeds through my bedroom wall. I hope Jesus fucking knows how bloody annoying she is and decides it would spoil heaven for everyone else who's already there. Actually I hope that for most people who tell me how "God is good." when they're having a crisis. It's like they're abstaining from any responsibility for their lives. Of course, that's what I'm telling you I want to do--- the going back to the dorm life thing.
