I’m sure she loves him for his dashing personality and his combover.
Archive for April, 2004
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This is the most hilarious EBay item I’ve seen in a while. You MUST check it out.
Boredom is the root of all evil . . . at least for me it is.
Last night, I was watching one of my train wreck reality shows — The Bachelor. And after watching Mr. Quarterback kiss 3 girls within the span of a few hours and marvelling over he gets away with it all, something happened. A commercial (yep, another one) came on. Well, to be fair, it wasn’t as much of an advertisement as it was a show promo. It was a spot soliciting nominations for the next Bachelor, and, since I was bored and all, I decided to nominate one of my friends.
I went on the ABC website and found the online nomination form, and then called my chief partner in crime, L. — and not the L. from the dream of the other night. I know a lot of L.’s! :-). She had a picture of the future nominee, and I wrote a heartfelt paragraph about why he should be the Bachelor. I actually found myself not having to embellish the truth too much, which was scary. Anyhoo . . . she sent me the picture and I submitted my nomination.
Fortunately it was an anonymous nomination, because I’m sure he’d kill me if he found out.
So . . . if you’re a single friend of mine, and you get a surprise call from The Bachelor producers, please don’t kill me — I’m essentially giving you a license to kiss 16 girls in a small amount of time. ![]()
Check out this breaking news item: Yahoo! News - Study: Neanderthals Grew Up Much Faster
I don’t know about the rest of you, but the knowledge of this makes me feel MUCH better. Does this mean that every time I’ve referred to one of my exes as a Neanderthal, I was actually calling them mature? Hmmm . . .
Now here’s a shirt that I won’t be buying!
I should stop eating pears right before bed. I had a weird dream that a friend (L.) and I were both dating the same guy. At the end of this dream, L. didn’t know I was dating him, but I had begun to suspect that she was dating him. Neither of us were sleeping with him, so I guess it was okay — although I distinctly remember thinking that he ahd interesting behavior when we were both present.
The weird thing is that this dream was set in the past, when I didn’t even know K. (the guy), and L. is currently married with child.
Just thought I’d share.
Yesterday, I was curled up on my couch, enthralled by my boyfriend (TiVo), and happened to catch a — gasp!– commercial. I haven’t watched commercials in a while, but for some reason I caught one for Wellbutrin, which is an antidepressant that treats ADHD, bipolar depression, cocaine addiction, nicotine addiction and lower back pain. This drug is claimed to have limited sexual side effects. At the end of the commercial, the announcer listed side affects and people who shouldn’t be taking Wellbutrin for various reasons. That’s where the hilarity began.
According to this commercial, you shouldn’t take Wellbutrin if you have:
- A history of seizures
- A brain tumor
- Heart disease
- Alcohol dependence
- Any allergies
- The intent to quit smoking (so much for that nicotine addiction)
- A new baby and are breastfeeding
- An eating disorder
- Prescriptions for MAO inhibitors
Additionally, elderly patients are more ’sensitive’ to the effects of Wellbutrin.
What kind of antidepressant is this? Think about it . . . you can’t take it if you have cancer or heart disease, if you’re a bulimic alcoholic, or if you have post-partum depression while you’re breastfeeding!? Don’t those disclaimers wipe out most reasons for depression? Seems like the people who need it the most are ineligible. And if I had all of these problems the last thing on my mind would be sex, so who cares if there are limited sexual side effects?
This commercial was second only to the one for Xenical, the weight loss drug, which revealed side effects of “gas with oily discharge,” and essentially, uncontrollable, explosive bowel movements. I don’t know about most of you, but if I were threatened with the possibility of projectile poopery, I would probably forego eating altogether and drop tons of weight.
I think I’m going to go back to skipping commercials.
Okay, the new site is up, and devoid of any flash pages this time. That entry page was driving me nuts. Check it out!
I’m in the process of redeveloping my website, so we’re counting down until that orange thing goes away. Yippee!!!
Here’s something nice and frustrating . . .
So, lately I’ve been getting reports that people who have tried to send me e-mail to my main sbcglobal address have had them slam-dunked back in their faces (with authority). This is a problem on many different levels:
1) This means that there are potentially clients who haven’t been able to reach me;
2) I might have missed important gossipy tidbits, or at minimum, good jokes from friends;
3) I spend entirely too much damned money for DSL, only for it not to deliver messages to my inbox IMMEDIATELY.
I bit the bullet and called customer service (which is SUCH a misnomer), and was promptly, and invisibly, transferred to what must be their offshore service center. Again, many problems on many different levels. For example . . .
1) Most of these customer disservice people don’t speak fluent colloquial English. They understand the formal words, but if you happen to slip a “yeah,” “uh-hunh,” or any random bit of slang in there, it confuses them to pieces. You don’t want to confuse these people . . . trust me.
2) They take each customer through the same script, even when the problems don’t apply to that customer. If you take them out of sequence — even a tiny bit — they become flustered. Being that I’m more technologically savvy than some (meaning that I know how to read directions and troubleshoot BEFORE calling), this does nothing but piss me off.
Let me give you a sample of our conversation:
Cust. Svc. Guy: Hello m’am. How may I help you today?
Gina: Well, I’m having trouble with my e-mail. I can send messages, and I receive SOME messages, but I’ve been told that messages have been attempted that have been returned undeliverable, and there are a lot of people who tell me that they sent message that I never received. This tells me that there must be a problem with your servers that’s affecting messages sent to my account.
CS: Yes. Are you able to log in?
G: Okay, I just told you that there’s no problem on MY END, meaning that I am logged in and sending messages. I’m having trouble receiving them.
CS: Okay, well what kind of modem do you have?
G: Efficient Speed Stream, although that has no bearing on this situation.
CS: Yes m’am. Are all of your lights on?
G: In the house? What are you asking me?
CS: No m’am. I mean, are all of the lights on your modem on?
G: Yes, but what does that have to do with your server?
CS: Okay, are you over your memory limits?
G: No
CS: Are you sure?
G: Yes, I’m sure.
CS: Okay, well m’am, hold on, I need to talk to my supervisor.
[FIVE MINUTES LATER]
CS: M’am? Thanks for your patience [little did he know]. I really need to know what kind of modem you have.
G: Didn’t I just tell you that? Are you listening to me? I told you that there’s a problem with YOUR SERVER, not MY CONNECTION.
CS: Okay well I’m going to have to escalate your case to another department. [translation: let me give this to someone who knows how to do something other than check a modem and reboot]. Please hold while I document your case.
[FEVERISH TYPING IN BACKGROUND. FIVE MINUTES ELAPSE]
CS: M’am? I’m still documenting your case.
[FIVE MORE MINUTES PASS]
CS: M’am?
G: Let me guess . . . still documenting?
CS: Yes, m’am, thank you for waiting.
[MORE TIME PASSES]
G: Excuse me? We haven’t even been on the PHONE for as long as you’ve been typing. Is this going to take much longer, and will this eliminate my having to answer the same questions for the NEXT person you send me to?
CS: [CONVENIENTLY IGNORES THAT LAST QUESTION] Yes, m’am. What’s a good time for the technician to call you?
G: Anytime.
CS: Anytime?
G: ANYTIME.
CS: Thank you, m’am. Is there anything else I can help you with?
G: [CLICK]
Needless to say, my e-mail is still not working properly. It might never work again if SBC has anything to do with it.