Monthly Archive for June, 2009

Adventures in Trishland

Moving. It seems like the strangest thing in the world to me, although I’ve done it plenty of times before. Four times for college, each to a different place (once to Bend, OR, then three different rooms on the University of Oregon campus).

Those times, I brought minimal things (increasingly so each time as I decided that I really didn’t need much, and even if I had before…I certainly hadn’t the time for extracurricular reading material and the such now) with the expectation that I could always go back home to the rest. Now I’m trying to move for good, but not to bring everything I’ve ever had with me. Trust me, I’m a pack rat. I only recently threw away a ton of my school papers and reports from when I was in elementary school. I hardly plan on bringing my dolls from back when, or most of my books (my poor, poor books) to save on room and general expenses from shipping all that across the nation.

But still. When you find yourself starting your new life by wrapping up your good dishes in your baby blanket (some things I can’t get rid of), you just..think.

Sorry, Fish, but the big ‘ol rice cooker has GOT to come with. Me without perfectly steamed rice would be a sad thing indeed.

I’m heading into eight days straight of working at 4:30 in the morning at the deli, a shift I’m hardly used to and therefore terribly slow at, overall. Especially when greeted first thing by customers who order specialized sandwiches only to be told at the checkstand the obvious that they have known for years (and trust me, judging from these women they had been pulling from the government for a good long time) — you can’t buy hot food with food stamps. I was cranky enough before the very items that put me behind in my opening schedule were brought back to me to be thrown out. Don’t get me wrong, I think that the food stamp program like other forms of government assistance are great for people who just need an extra boost. But I also work at the only real grocery store in this little town, so I can see on a regular basis which people don’t have the will to help themselves and get full enjoyment out of handouts. Makes life harder for the people who are genuinely trying and get less assistance because money’s spread so thin. I’m grateful every day that I have a full-time job, even if it’s minimum wage and hard work. I have plenty of college loans to pay off, not to mention the cost of moving and getting settled into a new city. Scary as that is.

Alright, for anyone who’s not heard of it: Eureka. All of the first season and some of the third (they’re working on trying to get the rest) are available on Hulu, so give it a look see if you want some nerdy comedy. About an ordinary, good-hearted, fight-first-ask-questions-later U.S. Marshal who goes off a back road somewhere in the Pacific Northwest (hints indicate it’s actually supposed to be Oregon-ish) and finds himself in a podunk town where everyone knows each other, there’s only one diner, the town sheriff makes house calls to just about everyone on a first name basis, and the local mechanic also doubles as a coroner, priest, forensic analyst, radio show host (etc. etc. etc.) and inventor of memory manipulation devices and hovercraft. Oh, wait– I didn’t mention that little Eureka is home to the most brilliant thinkers and inventors in the world, all of whom work in a secret government testing center developed at the beginning of the Cold War? Or that this poor unfortunate man regularly finds himself battling (often after the populace themselves accidentally created them) atomic weapons, ghosts, alien menaces, superhumans, and the frustration of being a single parent to a delinquent teenager in a town where fitting in usually means opening your eyes to the impossible, each and every day? I mostly get a kick out of the little things, like the “Cafe Diem” where their chef can fix literally any meal you’d want on the planet, even if that means cheeseburgers with wild mushrooms and blowfish in ten minutes or less.

So, Sims 3 looks awfully fun, at least as far as the clothing designer and interior decorator in me is concerned. Don’t have the game myself, but that’s what stealing usage of your friends’ computers is for. Loving that you can change the colors and patterns of anything you wear or buy in the game, and choosing your Sim’s likes and dislikes has never been more precise. What their favorite food is, whether they’re a good kisser or afraid of water…hehe. Unfortunately, that makes killing them off through drowning in the backyard pool a little unavailable. Oh well, I’m sure they’ve created bigger and better ways of letting us be morbid cyber-gods.

One of my favorite pastimes when visiting restaurants or shops is slowly becoming photography– not of the food or goods themselves, but as a setting for my always-hungry and endlessly-curious toy naked mole rat to express his views of the world. I got the toy years ago when visiting the Oregon Zoo, mostly spiteful at the time that they did NOT have a toy lemming instead. This was long before Kim Possible aired with their mole rat Rufus, so don’t get the idea that I have some Disney cartoon pet fetish going on. I also tend to find it troublesome to bring a digital camera around in my already burdensome purse, plus turning it on, focusing it, making sure the picture’s perfect…blech. I’ll save that for more serious pictures, but my handy dandy iPhone does the trick for the mole rat adventures.

That, and I just have an impromptu thirst for showing the truth of the world through beady little eyes.

For instance:

Whether he’s eating Swedish meatballs…

Swedish meatballs with mashed potatoes and lingonberry sauce at Ikea

Or Thai curry…

Chicken yellow curry with white rice and Thai iced tea at Blue Ocean in Astoria.

Or just good old crab cakes, Mole Rat has a diverse palate and a love to try new foods.

With garlic bread and sweet potato fries at Doogers in Seaside.

…Just so long as they don’t look too much like someone put his relatives in the blender.

Soylent pinks is mole rat!

Mole Rat is always trying to stand out in the rat race…

Get me out of here!

And moonlights as a crusader, saving his kin from being tied to railroad tracks and other evil hijinks.

Why do you guys have comfy napkin beds, anyway?

In short, he’s a well-rounded, hip young rodent who plans to go places in life. But only if they’re a warm climate or he’s got a sweater on, cause being furless can only take you so far.

And that’s my update for the day!

Cuccos

So. I’ve returned the camcorder. I know, I know, very unusual for someone like me, right? I just couldn’t afford to have that right now. It’s not something I need, nor particularly want. My camera does video just fine, after all. Got my money back sans the 15% restocking fee, and back in the bank it goes.

WWDC’s Keynote Presentation was Monday, and boy was that exciting! Announcements about new Macbook revisions, new iPhone 3GS, and details, sweet details on Mac OS 10.6 Snow Leopard and iPhone OS 3.0 WITH release dates. :3 A week from tomorrow and I get a new iPhone OS… and I’m now saving to, somehow, amidst all the other hubbub, getting the (now branded) 13″ Macbook Pro! It comes with a free iPod Touch, which I’m selling to a friend, Emily, who picked me up a copy of Sims 3 Collector’s Edition dirt cheap as she’s interning at EA… And Cam wants to buy this current Macbook off me for $500 or so. I’m excited as HELL. :D

Other than that, I have no real news at the moment. My main intent in writing this, however, was to show off what I did today. I had a lot of fun doing it:

So, here’s a video that was posted on Fark.com, and it’s nothing special – fun, but nothing special:

So being the avid The Legend of Zelda fan that I am… I only thought of one thing: Cuccos. And I had to make a video based on that. Here’s the finished result – please comment and tell me what you think!

Regarding my girlfriend’s Facebook account

(Note: I’ve updated this. – Fish)

To whom it may concern:

My name is Clint, and I’m emailing regarding my girlfriend’s account. Before you immediate write this email off as “We cannot correspond with you because this is not the email of the disabled account”, continue reading.

Her account was disabled April 17th, 2009.

For the mathematically challenged, that’s 52 days ago.

Here’s the kicker – you didn’t even tell her why. Not a word, not even a hint, or a -wink wink nudge nudge-.

Instead, when she emailed that same day regarding the matter she was merely greeted with a stale, carbon copy response from a anonymous entity “The Facebook Team”, offering an empty-handed promise of “We should get back to you soon.” Ha. Ha ha.

Fast forward to a week ago, when she, again, emailed from the same (correct) address (for records sake, the date on the email is May 31st, 2009), offering yet another appeal for information and a bid at having her erroneously disabled (but I’ll get to that in a moment) account revived. Perhaps, one might assume, that 6 weeks might constitute as ’soon’ in whatever fictional Mickey Mouse world Facebook seems to be operating within. Mind you, as Facebook has been around for 5 years, 6 weeks is roughly 1/50th of that time-span. Likewise, when I think of ’soon’, I too think of 1/50th of my lifespan – which is 5 months. This ratio tends to serve me well in life – for instance, that term paper due ’soon’? 5 months from now. You see where I’m headed here.

You can only guess what response her second email garnered. If you guessed “stale, carbon copy response from an anonymous entity offering an empty-handed promise (again) of ‘We should get back to you soon’”, well, you get a cookie.

After all, a cookie is more than my girlfriend has got. You know, as opposed to an explanation for the defamation of her character you’ve caused in revoking everything to do with her and her account in the blink of an eye over 6 weeks ago, leaving family, friends, and co-workers to merely question the same thing my girlfriend has every day for 6 weeks – “what did I do wrong?” At this point, one can only ascertain that Facebook’s ideal outward appearance of customer service and satisfaction consists of sticking one’s index fingers in their ears and saying “Lalala, I can’t hear you!”

Let’s see. As per the website directed to her upon a fruitless login, we have the following potential pitfalls for why her account was disabled:

1: Registration with fake names or impersonation: I think I would know if this were the case.
2: Unsolicited messages or harassing messages to people they don’t know, or posts advertising a product or service: Again, I think I would know if this were the case. After all, I’ve only been seeing her for upwards of 3 years.
3: Code of Conduct breach concerning graphic or otherwise sexual posts: I think I would DEFINITELY know about this, thank you very much.

My noticeable omission here is the “violation of Facebook’s Terms of Service”, which is quite vast and itemizations of each potential infraction is, frankly, a waste of my time as as well as yours, whoever ends up reading this email.

If it ends up being read at all.

I’m willing to bet I’ll simply receive an email stating that I’m not emailing this from the correct address, and her account will further slip into the abyss of “Facebook’s victims of draconian law stating we can do whatever we want as we have no public shareholders to appeal to”.

So prove me wrong, Facebook. Send her, or I, an email regarding why, specifically, her account was disabled, and when, specifically, her account can and WILL be reactivated. Hope to see that stale, carbon copy email soon (i.e. See you in 6 weeks).

Begrudgingly,
-Clint

**Author’s note: Yes, I did email this to Facebook, with the exception that the title of the entry is the title of the email, yet the email listed her email address instead of “my girlfriend”.

EDIT WITH UPDATES: I got back two emails:

Hi,

The Facebook Team has received your inquiry. We should get back to you soon. In the meantime, we encourage you to review our Terms of Use (http://www.facebook.com/terms.php) for more information.

Thanks for contacting Facebook,

The Facebook Team

And:

Hi,

The email address from which are writing is not associated with a Facebook account. We will not be able to assist you with your request until you respond from the email address that you use to log in to your account.

When you respond, be sure to write your login email address in the subject line and include all of our previous correspondence so that we can refer to your original inquiry.

If you are unable to access your login email address, please visit http://www.facebook.com/help.php?page=746

Thanks,

The Facebook Team

Then, today, Tricia got a response from Facebook stating that, yes, her account had indeed been disabled in error and apologized and restored her profile.

I’m the FUCKIN’ man. :D My email did the trick, and I’m QUITE happy.

Tra la la la la. Spring is in the air. And I am a flower, with nothing interesting to say.

First off, I’d like to thank River for commenting recently. Having at least one comment makes me happy and far more inclined to write more, and she’s been pretty awesome in that regard. I appreciate the input. :3 It means a lot to me.

Today, I’ve not done much. I was up pretty late, unfortunately, but it works out considering Wednesdays and Thursdays are my 11AM-8PM shifts, so I can sleep in a little bit. Work today was just astronomically boring. I would have taken the obligatory crazy person yelling and cursing at me for his own financial failures than the monotony of “PSL Zero Two: The mobile number you are trying to call is not reachable.” or “I’m sorry, but the person you are trying to call has a voicemail box that has not been set up yet.” That, interspersed with my occasional voicemail successes, where I leave my signature “I have an important message for you concerning you Orlando Utilities Commission account. My name is Clint. Please contact me at [if you think I'm putting my work number here, you're crazy], extension [not a chance]. Thank you.”

The only bit worth mentioning is that my supervisor, Beau, can get away with QUITE a bit on the phone with particularly unruly/stupid debtors. Today I overheard him say something to the extent of “Well, if you know you have to pay this bill then why do I hear the TV in the background when you COULD be out looking for a job? Speaking of the TV, you’re the kind of person who put this economy into the situation it’s in – the sort who expects their utilities with some regard of entitlement and without pay, right? The balance in full is due, ma’am. Today.” Bravo, Beau. XD

But, as I said, today I’ve not done much. It seems to be this ongoing mantra I have with my days in Augusta, and boy does it suck. I got home and fiddled with the camcorder (yeah, I bought it!). I hope to have videos on YouTube sometime. Of what, I have no clue. XD Unfortunately I need to go buy a better carrying bag for it – the one I initially bought (and will be returning) just won’t cut it. The camcorder itself is so tiny and yet so versatile. I’m excited, and I look forward to doing some filming (as I said: of what, I have no clue).

I then decided to look at the Playstation Store on my PS3 to go get some more LittleBigPlanet stuff, as I’m a gigantic whore for that wonderful game. And I noticed Final Fantasy 7 as a “PSOne Classic Title” on the Store for $9.99. So… I bought it. Having never played it, this is as good an excuse as any to play it, yknow? I must suck, though – game over’d on the first boss twice. :S

More to come later of that. And this, actually. I’m beginning to pass out, so a half-assed entry is better than no entry. Well, I can hardly call it half-assed if I got out everything I wanted to say, which I did… Ok. Full assed it is. Mmmm.

Also, because I can – here’s a random video of The Hoff: