Really, I should have put my computer in a more convenient place. This room is so consistently chilly right now that I have a hard time convincing myself to enter even for the internet.
That aside, there are a couple of movies I've heard of recently that look really interesting. Bella isn't making it to a theater near me ... yet ... but it won the Toronto Film Festival People's Choice award, and--if the radio station on which I heard about it has their facts straight--the last time that award was taken by an indie film, it was Chariots of Fire. Right now they're trying to get wider distribution on it, as it was just released in limited form yesterday. It's supposed to be an excellent story.
Expelled has an agenda, and it's not attempting to hide that at all. In this film, Ben Stein challenges the teaching of Darwinism as incontrovertable fact. As someone who doesn't think Darwinism is incontrovertable fact, I'd probably go see it anyway, but with Ben Stein and his smart-aleck sense of humor doing the talking, well ... it ought to be hilarious. It comes out in February of 2008, and after seeing it I'll have to post a review.
If any of y'all see either, let me know what you think.
10.27.2007
10.16.2007
This Post Courtesy Of ...
The cable guy ... I mean the real cable guy, the one who comes, hooks up the cable system, and leaves again without doing anything Jim Carrey-like ... and Florence from Comcast, who spent half an hour on the phone with me and is one of the best CS reps I've ever talked to, and my blessed roommate and her boyfriend, who drove out to the Comcast office with me last week, and my dad and my boyfriend, who set up my computer after the move.
I am back online, and the "D" in ":-D" is just not big enough to match my grin right about now.
The move is complete, other than figuring out where my bookshelves go so I can unpack the books instead of having to box-dive for anything to read. It took me four hours to move, and about three times longer to go through several years' worth of junk mail mixed with things that might have my social security number thereon. I hate sorting mail. I have a similar distaste for scrubbing baseboards and window-locks, but it is done, on the old apartment at least. Now I just need to give back the three keys, which will reduce the number on my keychain to nine.
The new room has a little less view from the window, but what falls within sight is pretty. The room itself is still light and has its own baseboard heater (which means I can get one place in the house just as warm as I like it, although that comes with the fear that I may kick off my comforter in the night and set the house afire.) It feels like home in that room, with my closet all clean and my bed made, the nightstand replete with lamp and Bible and assorted other books, the painting Mom gave me--in which she made me look like the da Vinci portrait of Danielle de Barbarac in Everafter--hung on one wall, and my blessed old Guild in the corner.
Here in the "office", surrounded by an unreasonable number of cords, I also feel quite at home. My synth wants warming up and one weekend is long enough to be without the internet.
As I have other things to do on the internet before wrapping up tonight, this is all for now. But I shall return, oh yes.
I am back online, and the "D" in ":-D" is just not big enough to match my grin right about now.
The move is complete, other than figuring out where my bookshelves go so I can unpack the books instead of having to box-dive for anything to read. It took me four hours to move, and about three times longer to go through several years' worth of junk mail mixed with things that might have my social security number thereon. I hate sorting mail. I have a similar distaste for scrubbing baseboards and window-locks, but it is done, on the old apartment at least. Now I just need to give back the three keys, which will reduce the number on my keychain to nine.
The new room has a little less view from the window, but what falls within sight is pretty. The room itself is still light and has its own baseboard heater (which means I can get one place in the house just as warm as I like it, although that comes with the fear that I may kick off my comforter in the night and set the house afire.) It feels like home in that room, with my closet all clean and my bed made, the nightstand replete with lamp and Bible and assorted other books, the painting Mom gave me--in which she made me look like the da Vinci portrait of Danielle de Barbarac in Everafter--hung on one wall, and my blessed old Guild in the corner.
Here in the "office", surrounded by an unreasonable number of cords, I also feel quite at home. My synth wants warming up and one weekend is long enough to be without the internet.
As I have other things to do on the internet before wrapping up tonight, this is all for now. But I shall return, oh yes.
10.11.2007
Maybe I'm Easily Amused, But ...
I wonder anyone expects a fax like this to be taken seriously.
Against all my proofreader's instincts, I am going to attempt to reproduce exactly the errors in this, merely because it made me laugh so hard.
Here you go, courtesy of the "Central Bank" of a country you can all probably guess:
ATTN: SIR/MADAM,
I BRING TO YOUR NOTICE OUR DISCOVERY OF YOUR COMMUNICATION WITH FRAUDSTER, WHO CLAIMS TO WANT TO PAY YOU YOUR LONG OVERDUE CONTRACT FUNDS, COMMUNICATING WITH THEM WILL BRING YOU A LOT OF POBLEM AND YOU WILL NEVER RECEIVE YOUR CONTRACT SUM THROUGH THEM BECAUSE THEY ARE FRAUDSTER CLAIMING TO BE GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS.
IN A MEETING EARLIER TODAY I WAS ORDER BY THE GOVERNOR OF CENTRAL BANK PROF. CH*RLES S*LUDO, TO CONTACT ALL UNPAID CONTRACTORS AND INFORM THEM TO STOP ALL COMMUNICATION WITH THE FRAUDSTERS THEY ARE DEALING WITH, IF THE WANT TO RECEIVE THERE CONTRACT PAYMENT.
THIS WILL BE THE LAST COMMUNICATION WE OF THE CENTRAL BANK WILL COMMUNICATE WITH YOU, AND IF YOU STILL COMMUNICATE WITH THE FRAUDSTERS YOU WILL HAVE YOURSELF TO BLAME AND YOUR CONTRACT FUNDS WILL BE LOST FOREVER, BECAUSE ALL THEY ARE DOING IS TO
DE-FRAUD YOU, SO GET BACK TO ME FOR FURTHER DEATIALS.
A couple of notes on this:
I have not been communicating with Fraudster. Nor do I wish for any Poblem. As I have no communications with anyone pretending to be government officials, or have any long overdue contract funds, I do not expect to receive it, whatever it may be. And as to those further "deatials", it looks like the Central Bank is the one trying to do the "de-frauding", although I suspect personally that they are actually the defrauding party.
Finally, I hope this will be the last communication they of the Central Bank will communicate with me, but I highly doubt it.
This post comes to you courtesy of my boyfriend and his laptop computer, as I still do not have internet set up at home. This cannot, however, be blamed on Comcast and affiliates; the fault lies with the moving process itself.
Against all my proofreader's instincts, I am going to attempt to reproduce exactly the errors in this, merely because it made me laugh so hard.
Here you go, courtesy of the "Central Bank" of a country you can all probably guess:
ATTN: SIR/MADAM,
I BRING TO YOUR NOTICE OUR DISCOVERY OF YOUR COMMUNICATION WITH FRAUDSTER, WHO CLAIMS TO WANT TO PAY YOU YOUR LONG OVERDUE CONTRACT FUNDS, COMMUNICATING WITH THEM WILL BRING YOU A LOT OF POBLEM AND YOU WILL NEVER RECEIVE YOUR CONTRACT SUM THROUGH THEM BECAUSE THEY ARE FRAUDSTER CLAIMING TO BE GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS.
IN A MEETING EARLIER TODAY I WAS ORDER BY THE GOVERNOR OF CENTRAL BANK PROF. CH*RLES S*LUDO, TO CONTACT ALL UNPAID CONTRACTORS AND INFORM THEM TO STOP ALL COMMUNICATION WITH THE FRAUDSTERS THEY ARE DEALING WITH, IF THE WANT TO RECEIVE THERE CONTRACT PAYMENT.
THIS WILL BE THE LAST COMMUNICATION WE OF THE CENTRAL BANK WILL COMMUNICATE WITH YOU, AND IF YOU STILL COMMUNICATE WITH THE FRAUDSTERS YOU WILL HAVE YOURSELF TO BLAME AND YOUR CONTRACT FUNDS WILL BE LOST FOREVER, BECAUSE ALL THEY ARE DOING IS TO
DE-FRAUD YOU, SO GET BACK TO ME FOR FURTHER DEATIALS.
A couple of notes on this:
I have not been communicating with Fraudster. Nor do I wish for any Poblem. As I have no communications with anyone pretending to be government officials, or have any long overdue contract funds, I do not expect to receive it, whatever it may be. And as to those further "deatials", it looks like the Central Bank is the one trying to do the "de-frauding", although I suspect personally that they are actually the defrauding party.
Finally, I hope this will be the last communication they of the Central Bank will communicate with me, but I highly doubt it.
This post comes to you courtesy of my boyfriend and his laptop computer, as I still do not have internet set up at home. This cannot, however, be blamed on Comcast and affiliates; the fault lies with the moving process itself.
10.05.2007
Moving
I am disconnecting my computer from the internet either tonight or tomorrow morning, so this is the last post until either a) I get new internet, or b) I get tired of waiting for new internet setup and post from work; probably the former. Which means that if you hear nothing from me for a long time, you can blame it on broadbandoffers.com. They screwed up my Comcast account a year ago and it may or may not be resolved. Last I heard, they said it was and Comcast said it wasn't.
Probably I should have complained to what Gilligan once called the "Begger Burger Bureau", but I have a life and that didn't happen. Ah well. But I am not sending that modem back, as according to all MY records, I bought the thing at full price.
Anyway, I'm not going too far; though I will likely not be able to get online at all over the weekend, my work computer will allow me to reconnect to the outside world after hours on weekdays, at least.
I shall return.
Probably I should have complained to what Gilligan once called the "Begger Burger Bureau", but I have a life and that didn't happen. Ah well. But I am not sending that modem back, as according to all MY records, I bought the thing at full price.
Anyway, I'm not going too far; though I will likely not be able to get online at all over the weekend, my work computer will allow me to reconnect to the outside world after hours on weekdays, at least.
I shall return.
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