One of my most favorite songs, a reminder of my youth.
January 17, 2013
January 16, 2013
Ouch
I burned my hand on one of those Dinty Moore cupboard meals last night, was steak tips and brown gravy. I was carrying it in to sit down in front of the TV to watch a movie when the gravy slopped over the top and scalded my hand. Most people would have dropped it, but I didn't let go as the gravy kept pouring onto my hand. Hey, I was hungry!
The bad news is that it still hurts today. The good news is I expect the hair on my palm won't come back.
The bad news is that it still hurts today. The good news is I expect the hair on my palm won't come back.
Zamboni Google Doodle
Zamboni Google Doodle
(say that three times really fast)
Maybe Google is celebrating the return of ice hockey, but it's also the birthday of Frank Zamboni, the inventor of his namesake, the iconic ice resurfacer.
The game is easy to play; Press the arrow "start" button and a little skater will come out, skate around and leave a trail on the ice.
Then, using the arrow keys, drive the Zamboni around to resurface the ice.
Not an exciting game, but like most doodles done with a pencil and paper, it's simply a way to pass time.
As if there's not enough ways to do that on the Internet.
Here's another time waster, but at least it will increase your trivia knowledge:
8 Things You Don’t Know About the Zamboni Machine
(say that three times really fast)
Maybe Google is celebrating the return of ice hockey, but it's also the birthday of Frank Zamboni, the inventor of his namesake, the iconic ice resurfacer.
The game is easy to play; Press the arrow "start" button and a little skater will come out, skate around and leave a trail on the ice.
Then, using the arrow keys, drive the Zamboni around to resurface the ice.
Not an exciting game, but like most doodles done with a pencil and paper, it's simply a way to pass time.
As if there's not enough ways to do that on the Internet.
Here's another time waster, but at least it will increase your trivia knowledge:
8 Things You Don’t Know About the Zamboni Machine
January 15, 2013
I Love You, Cassandra
Even though I've never seen you.
Just spent a couple of hours on the phone trying to deal with AT&T. My phone bill has been steadily going up for a couple of years, ever since I called them and tried to reduce the monthly cost. At that time, I was told by getting a certain bundle, I would save five dollars/month, yet when I got the next bill, it was five dollars MORE.
It was maddening going through the hassle of doing all that, so I just let it slide. After getting the last bill and having it be nearly five dollars more than the previous month, I decided enough was enough. I tried to alter my plan online, but after jumping through hoops, I got a page saying the service wasn't available and giving me a number to call. Funny, you can add all sorts of services online - for an increase in cost - but you can't do anything to lower your bill.
So, earlier today I called the number; as is almost always the case on these things, I get the computer. After having to repeat my information multiple times, I'm finally connected with a human. In India. With a thick accent. After telling her I could barely hear her and when she made adjustments (prob. just putting the microphone closer to her mouth) I then couldn't understand her. I told her so, not once but several times and I could hear the frustration in her voice. (and I was making no attempt to disguise my own frustration) She finally said she'd transfer me and did so...but to the California branch, who told me I'd have to deal with the Texas office.
Oh, did I mention I was put on hold with each and every transfer? Each took at least five minutes. I've been on the phone for over an hour now without having accomplished a single thing.
I finally get the Texas office, but I can barely hear them. I complained about it and they told me their volume was up as high as it could go, that it must be MY volume at fault. I took the phone away from my ear to check my volume and saw it was at the maximum, but when I held it back to my ear again, there was nothing but silence. We had been disconnected....but I think they just hung up on me.
Letting out a scream (yes, I did, I was full of rage) I redialed the number, got Mr. Computer again and was connected again to a human "Hello, this is Cassandra, how may I help you?" A sweet voice, one I could hear. Thank God.
Long story short, she listened to my complaint and what I wanted done with my service and I wound up with the options I wanted, a fiber optic connection, free equipment, much faster Internet speed, all for $30 less than I've been paying. I also found out that I can drop the phone land line and get a cell phone (you could have DSL and not have the phone service, but the speed was reduced to a minimum) and she's going to call me back tomorrow to discuss plans and phones.
I may get a cell phone, not sure. I also may ask her to marry me.
Just spent a couple of hours on the phone trying to deal with AT&T. My phone bill has been steadily going up for a couple of years, ever since I called them and tried to reduce the monthly cost. At that time, I was told by getting a certain bundle, I would save five dollars/month, yet when I got the next bill, it was five dollars MORE.
It was maddening going through the hassle of doing all that, so I just let it slide. After getting the last bill and having it be nearly five dollars more than the previous month, I decided enough was enough. I tried to alter my plan online, but after jumping through hoops, I got a page saying the service wasn't available and giving me a number to call. Funny, you can add all sorts of services online - for an increase in cost - but you can't do anything to lower your bill.
So, earlier today I called the number; as is almost always the case on these things, I get the computer. After having to repeat my information multiple times, I'm finally connected with a human. In India. With a thick accent. After telling her I could barely hear her and when she made adjustments (prob. just putting the microphone closer to her mouth) I then couldn't understand her. I told her so, not once but several times and I could hear the frustration in her voice. (and I was making no attempt to disguise my own frustration) She finally said she'd transfer me and did so...but to the California branch, who told me I'd have to deal with the Texas office.
Oh, did I mention I was put on hold with each and every transfer? Each took at least five minutes. I've been on the phone for over an hour now without having accomplished a single thing.
I finally get the Texas office, but I can barely hear them. I complained about it and they told me their volume was up as high as it could go, that it must be MY volume at fault. I took the phone away from my ear to check my volume and saw it was at the maximum, but when I held it back to my ear again, there was nothing but silence. We had been disconnected....but I think they just hung up on me.
Letting out a scream (yes, I did, I was full of rage) I redialed the number, got Mr. Computer again and was connected again to a human "Hello, this is Cassandra, how may I help you?" A sweet voice, one I could hear. Thank God.
Long story short, she listened to my complaint and what I wanted done with my service and I wound up with the options I wanted, a fiber optic connection, free equipment, much faster Internet speed, all for $30 less than I've been paying. I also found out that I can drop the phone land line and get a cell phone (you could have DSL and not have the phone service, but the speed was reduced to a minimum) and she's going to call me back tomorrow to discuss plans and phones.
I may get a cell phone, not sure. I also may ask her to marry me.
January 13, 2013
eurhythmic
eurhythmic eu·rhyth·mic [yoo-rith -mik, yuh-] adjective
1. characterized by a pleasing rhythm; harmoniously ordered or proportioned. 2. of or pertaining to eurhythmics.
Not a word I use in every day life, but it reminded me of this song.
Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This) - Eurythmics
Used to love Annie Lennox and her "Tangerine Marine" hairdo.
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