One last lazy post

For the last day of NaBloPoMo.

This is the most adorable thing the Internet had to offer me today, via Dooce, so I offer it to you.

Oh, weekend!

You are nearly here. This has been a very long week, and I might not have to work this weekend, which has led me to make a totally unreasonably long list of things I want to do, including:

Watch Razor
Watch Heroes
Play Galaxy
Play Fire Emblem
Play Zelda
Play Rock Band
Bake a pie
Get groceries
Read next volume of “Y The Last Man”
Watch something in HD on my new HD-DVD player
Get some boots or at least get the boots I have fixed
Take these plates to Goodwill
Post old DVD player on Craigslist
Make new budget
Sleep

I suspect that these will not all get done.

Unrelatedly, overheard at the Ro-Ta Manor this evening:

“Stab him in the head while he’s down!”

and

“No number of capes is enough.”

Kind of petered out

A series of late, brief posts in the last few days of this. Sad!

I’m sick, I think. There’s a thing, when I breathe? I don’t know, sometimes when I work a lot I can’t really tell if I am sick or just so tired that my parts aren’t working right. I guess maybe there isn’t really a difference between those.

This weekend though, I don’t think I have to work, and I am going to play the heck out of my new games and lie about and see a movie and it is all going to be de-lightful!

^@%#^&$

Late again! 

Also, why does it think my word count is one more word than it is?

Sadly, that is all I have time for.

Dudes: Pay Attention

If you aren’t reading the semi-regular “Crap Email from a Dude” features on Jezebel, well, you really should. Personally, I haven’t gotten a really good crap email from a guy since college, but nearly anyone, boy or girl, who has ever broken up with someone, um, ever, will probably see something familiar in these. I know I’ve sent at least one crap email in my life. But not since I turned, like 20. These people are often notably not 20. High comedy.

Bi-monthly Comcast Post

For a good hour today, my rage budget had been thus revised:

Comcast – 100%

Today I discovered that for the past two weeks, the serial port on my cable box hasn’t been working, so my TiVo has been unable to change the channel on the box. Not a huge deal as most channels I TiVo stuff on comes via the cable directly, not via the box. Except for the SciFi channel and BBC America. Which sucks, because instead of all the things I wanted on those channels (including Razor, the BSG movie) I got episodes of Ninja Warrior on G4. Which I do like, but no.

The Internet reported that the same thing had happened to many people at the same time, around Nov. 14. I called Comcast and mostly played dumb. It was a weird call, because after I explained the problem, I was told that the woman I was talking to needed to talk to a manager, and then I was on hold for 15 minutes. When she came back she said that I would need a tech visit.

Swapping the box apparently fixes the problems, which were possibly caused by a firmware upgrade and was either done on purpose or inadvertantly, depending on who you ask. I kept looking in various forums and found the contact info for the Product Manager for the New Englad region. People calimed to have had success emailing or calling him and having him remotely reset their boxes. I gave it a shot and he totally emailed back a few hours later, apologizing and letting me know he’d fixed it!

I’m pretty mad at Comcast because even if it was inadvertent, as the very nice Manager Jeff claims it was, because it has been broken for 2 weeks, and people have been reporting it, so they should have already fixed it or told people. And, if Jeff can fix it so easily, they should maybe share that fix with the front line people instead of scheduling tech calls (one that I was going to have to pay for, by the way).

A suggestion

To the makers of Rock Band: Please make a level of difficulty between easy and medium. Easy is way too easy after the first couple of tries, and then medium (while I am sure gets easier with practice) is kind of a big jump. Easy has only single notes, and they come at you slow. But medium is faster, has double notes, and has split notes. That is maybe one too many additional things for me to switch to.

Shhh!

I am catching up on TV while I work, and am currently watching some ANTM.

I. Hate. Bianca’s laugh. Ugh. I feel bad hating anyone’s laugh, because you can’t really help what it sounds like and also laughing is a nice thing, so it’s kind of mean to hate it. Though, in this case, she was laughing AT someone, so whatever.

Trying to tell me something?

I keep running into this girl I went to high school with. We were on track and cross-country together, and were friends, but not people who hung out outside of school.

The first time I saw her in Boston was at the Vinny Testa’s on Beacon in Brookline, while I was in law school. I couldn’t figure out why my waitress looked so familiar. About halfway through lunch, I realized who it was, but at that point, it seemed awkward to say something. She had looked at me as though she also thought I looked familiar, but I don’t know if she figured out who I was at any point.

About a year ago I saw her on the T, at least I think I did, but she was on the other side of the car and it was crowded. But today I saw her in the commuter rail. I was coming back into town after Thanksgiving dinner at my mom’s, and she sat down in the seat across the aisle from me.

And again I didn’t say anything. I feel a little bad about that, but we weren’t very good friends, and after catching up for 5 minutes, we’d have nothing to say and we’d still be sitting on the train next to each other. I preferred to just avoid that awkwardness.

I do think it is really weird that of all the people who went to high school with me, and who I KNOW live in Boston, I only see this girl. And not just see her, she ends up being my waitress at lunch and sitting right next to me on a big train. Seems very unlikely. What’s up, universe?

Late, again

And I will be for my train if I don’t leave so Happy Thanksgiving!

And: Rock Band is Awesome.