Phone Numbers

Something that pisses me off …

People who ask you for a phone number and then stop you when you try to give it to them because they weren’t ready for it. What the hell? Try getting a pen and a piece of paper out BEFORE you ask for something you know you’re not gonna remember off the top of your head, idiot. Why the hell do you think when you go into a restaurant the waiter has their shit READY when they ask you what you want? Imagine what that would be like if you started to tell the waiter what you wanted and then the waiter said “HEY WAIT A SECOND” and fished for his/her pencil – yeah, they’d look pretty stupid. As a matter of fact, they’d look as stupid as YOU. Think about it … but make sure to have your pen ready in case you decide to jot down any of your thoughts.

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Rebuilding the Beast

Morning update. The sucky part about building a new webpage is if you really get into it you’ll end up spending hours and hours on it, and before you know it it’s past 4am and it barely feels like you’ve made any progress at all. I spent two hours just wrestling with the upload script – I was supposed to be able to just copy all the files over from the Stupor website (which resides in another directory on the same server) but I kept getting internal server errors when I tested the scripts out. First thing was I somehow managed to jack up the shell scripts, so I had to straighten those out. Then I spent some time scouring through code I could barely understand for any possible errors. Keep in mind, I don’t know Perl but I somehow managed to hotwire the script so that it would keep track of things in an XML document for aesthetic purposes – it’s much easier to manipulate existing code than it is to create new code. Then finally after raging about it to a friend I realized I just didn’t have a folder permission set properly. Dammit.

Pretty sterile look, isn’t it? In the three or four times I’ve tried to rebuild this site I just couldn’t come up with anything worth using as a graphics-intensive background, so armed with some techniques I hashed out while building http://www.imwithstupor.com I kind of went back to the basics here. I’m in the process of going through a book on Photoshop CS so if I figure anything out later on down the line I may change things again. But as for right now that sexy banner at the top of the screen is as far as I’m going to go.

First of all the sections aren’t going to be exactly what they were before. The tech section went down completely, although depending on how certain things pan out in the next few days I may put it back up. The Required Viewing section is going to be a consolidation of what used to be the Funny Shit and General Shit sections. Things That Piss Me Off is going to be a section unto its own because I’ve got a huge stack of things to rant about. And Lose Some Weight, Fatass is exactly what it sounds like – I’ll be making notes there every so often about a personal project of mine. You do the math.

I’ve been listening to the Megadeth remasters for the last week now. It’s funny how you can get used to how shitty an album will sound when the band spends most of their recording money on drugs, then one of them wises up later in life and mixes everything they way it should have been mixed. A real eye-opener. The new album comes out September 14, but like any good netizen I’ve already downloaded it and listened to it 60 times. It’s that damn good.

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Holy shit

This is what happens when it snows for 24 hours straight:

10pm – At work, truck is clean.

Midnight – First break. Went out to clean an inch of fresh snow off the truck. Because I had the defroster going at full on the way up to work, a bunch of snow melted on contact and then froze after awhile, so I had to scrape ice off as well.

2am – Lunch break. Went back out and cleaned another inch of snow off. Laughed at some church lady who tried to get out of the parking lot and ended up working two hours past her shift because she couldn’t get out.

4am – Last break. Cleaned another inch of snow off. Snow plow people have finally gotten around to cleaning the parking lot, but that didn’t matter any because there was a foot of snow collected around all four sides of my truck.

630am – Off from work. Cleaned off another inch of snow. New brake cable that I paid $200 to have put in because the old one broke just about froze, meaning I was about three seconds from having to drive home with the emergency brake still engaged.

And other wierd shit that happened at work:

1) Scheduling people screaming for people to stay late all night, even though I go 5-8 minutes between alarms.

2) Some guy wants us to totally ignore all his burglar alarm signals because there’s a cat in his office.

3) A motion detector in a school cafeteria keeps going off because of rats. I don’t know about you, but I’d be pretty mad if I found out my kid was going to a school with a rat infestation problem in the damn cafeteria.

4) A co-worker had an alarm from a place called “Birmingham Rent-A-Cat” – what the hell would you rent a cat for? All those bastards do is eat, sleep, and claw the shit out of your furniture.

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Kick ass.

Marty Friedman is god.

In other news, Rob for ADT tech support? Could be happening soon, very soon … two steps up the ladder (and hence two pay raises) and a ridiculously easy job = teh win!

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i b stupid

Had some work done on my truck yesterday, went out and did some shopping, got home at around 5pm. Being that I had to work at 10pm and I hadn’t had any sleep yet, I set the alarm and took a nap. Some time later, the alarm buzzes, and I get up. I look at the clock … and it says 10:15. First thing out of my mouth is “OH FUCK” and I shoot out of bed, grab the phone, and call in to work saying I’m gonna be an hour late. I take about the fastest shower in the history of showering, get out, get my shit together, and head out. I hop in the truck and turn it on – and I looked at the clock for a quick time-check. And what does it say?

9:21. FUCKING SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So not only did I scare the piss out of myself for nothing, I had to go in to work and explain why I was actually 30 minutes early instead of 60 minutes late. :/

alarm clock > rob 2-0 ggz

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