Few know mama is a closet geek. Well, back 'in the day', when about half my relationships were with various techydweebs and hackers, folks knew my affinity. But as of late I've kept it pretty subdued, only geeking out on video games and the occassional bit of useful technology. But hey, once a geek, always a geek.
I watch G4 about as much as I do the food channel, although frankly it seems the programming as of late has become a bit repetitive and trite. *sigh* If only I had seen TechTv in it's heydey. Se la Vie. But I could appease my geekatude with shows like Attack of the Show and X-Play (Adam is the funniest man in existence). The banter on those reminds me of the antics between me and Shawntay.
Well, my object de lust, Kevin Rose, has finally decided to leave the network, not much to anyone's surprise. He was an original TechTV host, on the Screen Savers, which got as gearheady as any hardcore circuitphile could possibly desire. But watching him on AOTS, once can see that he's frustratingly had to dumb down his segments to reach the 'common denominator' type that the network is trying to capture. I suppose it's like having a PHd in Literature and having to draw Shakespeare cartoons for rednecks.
But for electrical hazard loving folks and other dweebs, KR isn't ditching you/me out in the unknown dessert of wanderlust. He (and former TTV co-horts) are blessing all our geeky visions with a new downloadable show called Systm. It's funny, and the first episode will have you going "Oh crap, they actually did that..." Get yourself some Bittorrent software (www.bittorrent.com), and wander over to systm.org and grab yourself some goodness. Apparently, for those not 'in the know', bittorrenting is about to become the new podcast, so jump on the bandwagon now before some asshole decides it's illiegal. And watch the show, of course, scratching your head as to why mama has such an affinity to the quiet yet geeky ones. I dunno, I just do.
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Friday, May 20, 2005
On a lighter note...
Anthony turned a big whopping TWO today! I swear, even he must have realized it was a big deal, as he was perky and playful and happy all day. Not one fit. And of course, that means mommy-heaven.
I baked a mini cake in the shape of a football, and used the rest of the batter for cupcakes. Of course, I shared the spoonlicking responsibilities, although as he grows he must take this task on his own. He had batter from forhead to chin, and that was just after the first lick! It thoroughly amazes me that a child can become so messy from so little. After his nap and lunch, we had to taste test the freshly frosted cupcakes, to ensure their safety of course. Anthony was most pleased! It's a shame it rained the majority of the day, I think he would have lost his little mind with joy had we been able to go to the park as I had hoped. *sigh* hopefully tomorrow will be nicer, and we can take him in the morning. If not, we still have to go to YRU and spend the gift certificate his grandma Beverly sent him.
In crappier news, things with my brother have gone from bad to surreal, so much that honestly, I can't even talk about it here. Seriously, it's so shitty I cannot even inflict that drama onto my own BLOG.
So what goodness can I talk about? Sad to say there's so few bright moments these days. I am honestly wondering what I did to make my karmic bank account to go completely fubared like this. This mama ain't so easily downfallen, but it's taken everything I have within me to keep it together for everyone's sake. And knowing I am going at it alone is the hardest part. My Dad has been an insanely great help, as always. Moments like these last two weeks, I don't feel ashamed to cry into my father's arms. And oddly, I know that my needing him is what gets him through his own moments. I guess I understand it now that I am a parent. The hell I've been dished out seems to completely disappear when I look at my son giggling in the middle of the living room just at my presence. My great big two year old, who's favourite thing in the whole world is still to crawl onto my lap and just grin at me, and then get tickled. I know these moments are precious, and despite all that is happening around me, I will cherish every single second.
I baked a mini cake in the shape of a football, and used the rest of the batter for cupcakes. Of course, I shared the spoonlicking responsibilities, although as he grows he must take this task on his own. He had batter from forhead to chin, and that was just after the first lick! It thoroughly amazes me that a child can become so messy from so little. After his nap and lunch, we had to taste test the freshly frosted cupcakes, to ensure their safety of course. Anthony was most pleased! It's a shame it rained the majority of the day, I think he would have lost his little mind with joy had we been able to go to the park as I had hoped. *sigh* hopefully tomorrow will be nicer, and we can take him in the morning. If not, we still have to go to YRU and spend the gift certificate his grandma Beverly sent him.
In crappier news, things with my brother have gone from bad to surreal, so much that honestly, I can't even talk about it here. Seriously, it's so shitty I cannot even inflict that drama onto my own BLOG.
So what goodness can I talk about? Sad to say there's so few bright moments these days. I am honestly wondering what I did to make my karmic bank account to go completely fubared like this. This mama ain't so easily downfallen, but it's taken everything I have within me to keep it together for everyone's sake. And knowing I am going at it alone is the hardest part. My Dad has been an insanely great help, as always. Moments like these last two weeks, I don't feel ashamed to cry into my father's arms. And oddly, I know that my needing him is what gets him through his own moments. I guess I understand it now that I am a parent. The hell I've been dished out seems to completely disappear when I look at my son giggling in the middle of the living room just at my presence. My great big two year old, who's favourite thing in the whole world is still to crawl onto my lap and just grin at me, and then get tickled. I know these moments are precious, and despite all that is happening around me, I will cherish every single second.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Inevitable Conclusion
Those of you who have read this blog in it's entirety, or those who simply know me fairly well, are aware of my dental dilemas. I found a more appropriate spelling of the disorder on the ADA's website, it's called Amelogenesis Imperfecta, not however I was spelling it previously (entry entitled Physical Features). If you are lost at this point, go back and read aforementioned entry, dated on Tuesday, July 27, 2004.
Okay, so yeah, my teeth suck, and are in a constant state of renovation. Well, we were hoping to do individual implants, but the rate of deterioration has just gone too fast and out of control, and has left me devastated.
I went in for my cleaning the other day, and Dr. Fiddler (bless her ridiculously pretty, gentle, and good hearted self) decided to go ahead and do a re-evaluation of the situation within my choppers. She sat me up with some nasty news. Three more molars are going to have to get removed, as they are completely beyond salvaging. At this point, that doesn't leave much to build a bridge off of. I was supposed to get implants on the back two molars that suffered at the hands of the infamous bagel rock, which would basically be all that would be left on the bottom for me to chew with. Three more in the front are in need of immediate root canals.
I was presented with two extremely undesireable options. Either pony up a decent chunk of money over the next two years (about 5,000 minimum each year), and go balls to the wall saving what we can in my mouth. Root canal and crown every one of them, yank the rest and try to build some bridges. But because of my condition, those crowns will probably only last about 10-15 years. But that is still a good chunk of years.
Option 2, dentures. Yank them all, get fitted with falsies, feel like a 92 year old. Problem with dentures is apparently once the teeth are officially MIA from the jaw, it begins to deteriorate, which is why old folks have wonky bites, because their jaw bone sunk into itself. This reduction takes about 20 years, which is why old folks don't usually give a crap about that risk. But 20 years only puts me at 45, not even old enough to join the AARP. I'd look like one of those psycho cracked out bitches you see messing with their denture plate on the corner. If I take this route, we'll do the top half first, as that part of the jaw deteriorates at a slower pace, then do the bottom in a year or two. Or say fuckit and go all at once, getting it over with. The first thing I thought of was the monumental expense, but my Dad, because he is so damn awesome, sqweezed my hand and told me he would figure it out. He knows we're broke.
I cried. Fuck, I bawled. I think even my dad cried when he came into the room and heard what I was facing. Since I was completely numb in the mouth from the deep cleaning I just underwent, I was reduced to scribbling out my queries onto a scrap of paper. I asked if this was all the Amelogenesis, and she slowly nodded. If I had been diagnosed at an earlier age, in my adolescence when the problems started, there were a good number of measures that could have prevented what I am going through now. I would've had to be on flouride, which is no biggy, and had a bonding agent put on all my teeth to sort of replace the missing enamel. But, no one caught it. I went to dentist after dentist, constantly having work done, always wondering why I needed so much when I brushed & flossed like a Obsessive Compulsive. I was ignored, at first just called 'unlucky'. But as the work needed increased, I found myself facing dentists who swore I was either a bulemic or a drug addict. One threw me out of his office, saying a person like me couldn't possibly afford what needed to be done, so he wasn't going to "waste his time". Another turned me away saying he didn't have time for the work I needed long term, but wouldn't bother referring me elsewhere. Yet another sent me off to get a consult for gum surgery and "counseling". The few that didn't flat out send me off of the chair were no less helpful, hemming and hawing at 'the worst case they'd ever seen', which is so fucking great for the ego, let me tell ya. These assholes couldn't crack a fucking book and tell me what I had. And because of their arrogance, at the fairly young age of 25 I am facing life without my own teeth. Spending my later years looking like a train wreck.
Depression doesn't begin to cover what I feel inside. Rick and Dad are trying so hard to keep my chin up, bless them both. They know dentures are the better option, because then I wouldn't have to be embarrassed at all of my smile, because I'd have a complete set. And I know they are right. But these are my teeth. Everything that I've had thrown at me in the last few months, Rick's breakdown, Adam's drug problems, Dad's loss of his beloved pet, the poverty we've faced, I could handle it. But this is me, and I can't cope with a problem I can't sit outside of. Knowing they'll be false makes me feel weak, old, and pathetic. I don't care if they'll be complete, they'll be fucking dentures, and that's gross for a 25 year old to have. I know this is an extremely shallow and juvenile way of looking at it, but seriously, you know that's how a lot of people think.
Back when I first got the fillings in my teeth, I was so proud. I showed them to an acquaintance, who turned to his friend and said "Oh, God, you should have seen her before. It looked like someone dumped an ashtray into her mouth". So, this will be better? What'll come out now? "She was so trashy she had to have dentures by the time she was 25"?
I can't stop being upset about this. I hate my previous dentist's for not catching this. I hate myself for having it. I hate myself for knowing I am about to cost my family a lot of money. I hate being afraid that Rick will leave me because he's embarrassed, or tired of seeing skyrocketing dental bills, when we don't even have enough money to fix our car. I hate myself for being shallow enough to be wanting to throw myself off a bridge for needing dentures. But they are my teeth. And now I am losing them.
I am not allowing comments on this post, I know I have enemies who read this who would love to kick me while I am down. And I am too far down right now to deal with that.
Okay, so yeah, my teeth suck, and are in a constant state of renovation. Well, we were hoping to do individual implants, but the rate of deterioration has just gone too fast and out of control, and has left me devastated.
I went in for my cleaning the other day, and Dr. Fiddler (bless her ridiculously pretty, gentle, and good hearted self) decided to go ahead and do a re-evaluation of the situation within my choppers. She sat me up with some nasty news. Three more molars are going to have to get removed, as they are completely beyond salvaging. At this point, that doesn't leave much to build a bridge off of. I was supposed to get implants on the back two molars that suffered at the hands of the infamous bagel rock, which would basically be all that would be left on the bottom for me to chew with. Three more in the front are in need of immediate root canals.
I was presented with two extremely undesireable options. Either pony up a decent chunk of money over the next two years (about 5,000 minimum each year), and go balls to the wall saving what we can in my mouth. Root canal and crown every one of them, yank the rest and try to build some bridges. But because of my condition, those crowns will probably only last about 10-15 years. But that is still a good chunk of years.
Option 2, dentures. Yank them all, get fitted with falsies, feel like a 92 year old. Problem with dentures is apparently once the teeth are officially MIA from the jaw, it begins to deteriorate, which is why old folks have wonky bites, because their jaw bone sunk into itself. This reduction takes about 20 years, which is why old folks don't usually give a crap about that risk. But 20 years only puts me at 45, not even old enough to join the AARP. I'd look like one of those psycho cracked out bitches you see messing with their denture plate on the corner. If I take this route, we'll do the top half first, as that part of the jaw deteriorates at a slower pace, then do the bottom in a year or two. Or say fuckit and go all at once, getting it over with. The first thing I thought of was the monumental expense, but my Dad, because he is so damn awesome, sqweezed my hand and told me he would figure it out. He knows we're broke.
I cried. Fuck, I bawled. I think even my dad cried when he came into the room and heard what I was facing. Since I was completely numb in the mouth from the deep cleaning I just underwent, I was reduced to scribbling out my queries onto a scrap of paper. I asked if this was all the Amelogenesis, and she slowly nodded. If I had been diagnosed at an earlier age, in my adolescence when the problems started, there were a good number of measures that could have prevented what I am going through now. I would've had to be on flouride, which is no biggy, and had a bonding agent put on all my teeth to sort of replace the missing enamel. But, no one caught it. I went to dentist after dentist, constantly having work done, always wondering why I needed so much when I brushed & flossed like a Obsessive Compulsive. I was ignored, at first just called 'unlucky'. But as the work needed increased, I found myself facing dentists who swore I was either a bulemic or a drug addict. One threw me out of his office, saying a person like me couldn't possibly afford what needed to be done, so he wasn't going to "waste his time". Another turned me away saying he didn't have time for the work I needed long term, but wouldn't bother referring me elsewhere. Yet another sent me off to get a consult for gum surgery and "counseling". The few that didn't flat out send me off of the chair were no less helpful, hemming and hawing at 'the worst case they'd ever seen', which is so fucking great for the ego, let me tell ya. These assholes couldn't crack a fucking book and tell me what I had. And because of their arrogance, at the fairly young age of 25 I am facing life without my own teeth. Spending my later years looking like a train wreck.
Depression doesn't begin to cover what I feel inside. Rick and Dad are trying so hard to keep my chin up, bless them both. They know dentures are the better option, because then I wouldn't have to be embarrassed at all of my smile, because I'd have a complete set. And I know they are right. But these are my teeth. Everything that I've had thrown at me in the last few months, Rick's breakdown, Adam's drug problems, Dad's loss of his beloved pet, the poverty we've faced, I could handle it. But this is me, and I can't cope with a problem I can't sit outside of. Knowing they'll be false makes me feel weak, old, and pathetic. I don't care if they'll be complete, they'll be fucking dentures, and that's gross for a 25 year old to have. I know this is an extremely shallow and juvenile way of looking at it, but seriously, you know that's how a lot of people think.
Back when I first got the fillings in my teeth, I was so proud. I showed them to an acquaintance, who turned to his friend and said "Oh, God, you should have seen her before. It looked like someone dumped an ashtray into her mouth". So, this will be better? What'll come out now? "She was so trashy she had to have dentures by the time she was 25"?
I can't stop being upset about this. I hate my previous dentist's for not catching this. I hate myself for having it. I hate myself for knowing I am about to cost my family a lot of money. I hate being afraid that Rick will leave me because he's embarrassed, or tired of seeing skyrocketing dental bills, when we don't even have enough money to fix our car. I hate myself for being shallow enough to be wanting to throw myself off a bridge for needing dentures. But they are my teeth. And now I am losing them.
I am not allowing comments on this post, I know I have enemies who read this who would love to kick me while I am down. And I am too far down right now to deal with that.
Sunday, May 08, 2005
Morons with Email
Ya know, being the confrontational little tyke that I am, I am fully aware I am bound to piss a few people off with the things I say on this blog. I think we all remember the poignant response in the post "Commenting on a Comment". And honestly, I do get a dewcent amount of hate mail, and I usually just read it, chuckle, and hit delete. And there's nothing really all that special about the one I came home to in my inbox after being out of town this weekend. There were only two emails in my inbox, and one was titled simply "BUSH". I was almost thinking it was a wayward piece of spam, as I didn't recognize the address. But I clicked on it anyways. All it said was, and I am repeating verbatum and in correct type..."YOU ARE THE MORON not BUSH."
Okay. First off, Dennis K Baldwin, from dekaba@juno.com, hello, I don't believe we've met. Since I now have my blog directly linked from my new website, www.motherhoodlum.com, I can assume you came in from there. As my website really doesn't hint quite at just what a liberal anti-Bush kinda gal that I be, I know that in order for you to surmise I think Bush is a moron, you must have read this blog. And in detail, might I add, because my most recent entry to Bush's ineptitude at being our nation's leader was actually a couple posts back. Now, My website is fairly new, and not exactly advertised anywhere, but is now on the profile page at the forums I post on, which would be at Craftster and on the G4 forums. I was checking my recent activity and noticed a few visitors from both forums. Hello to all of you.
Now, being noted that we know how we got here, what we don't really understand is why you were stupid enough to feel the need to email me. And not even anonymously at that. Why, seriously, did you bother? Why do any of my hatemailers bother? Do you really thinking that throwing at such a pithy remark that bares your complete ignorance in it's simplicity would really sway me in any manner? By reading the extremely harsh and caustic remarks I throw out here, do you really think I am going to go cry in a corner because you emailed me a grade school level insult? I can certainly take it as well as I dish it out, but really, people, give me something to work with. Call me names with some panache. Insult with flair and creativity. Express your disntinct displeasure in my writings with a bit more verve than typing in all caps.
Now, I know that the lovely folks at craftster could probably give a flying fuck what political party I side with, so I can guess that you stumbled over here from G4. I've seen a few comments on the forums from dolts who got their panties in a bunch about a breif onair joke made about Bush's lack of brain matter, on the show Xplay. I laughed my ass off at that, by the way.
I love G4, I am an avid gamer and technology enthusiast (better known as a geek). Although I know that the network and resulting website/forums/chats are for people of my ilk, I am aware of the unfortunate fact that complete protazoids who are still in junior high frequent the place. The chatroom is fun, although it is quite overrun with kids who think they are Kool Haxxors who get to talk to college ppl and are all about the next Halo 2 Lan party. I still go back because there are a handful of normal folks my age in there, and there's a small percentage of those kids who are extremely intelligent and carry on a blissfully fun conversation. I try not to lump all teenagers into a "Damn them All" department, because I know when I was a wee lass I was mature, so I like to give a couple of them the benefit of the doubt. And they know better cheat codes than I do.
But by your complete lack of eloquence, your fortuitous timing, and of course, my IP logs, I can assume you are a teenager who came on after seeing a random post of mine on the forum, or you happened to catch a convo with me in the chatroom. Now, since you are a teenager, and you are obviously still being spoonfed your political views by your parents, I can't really go off on you. Although since you are not old enough to vote, you frankly don't have much sway in teh world as we know it right now, do you? But you will, young grasshopper. Since ignorance is only truely bred into our young, might I depart a little wisdom that your parents more than likely haven't? Do some research. Read a newspaper, check a few recent statistics on the web, and check up on a few current AP rips on yahoo. See the world for what it is, not just what your parents are gently telling you. Then, after you've grown up and seen a few truths, come back and tell me who you still think is a moron.
Okay. First off, Dennis K Baldwin, from dekaba@juno.com, hello, I don't believe we've met. Since I now have my blog directly linked from my new website, www.motherhoodlum.com, I can assume you came in from there. As my website really doesn't hint quite at just what a liberal anti-Bush kinda gal that I be, I know that in order for you to surmise I think Bush is a moron, you must have read this blog. And in detail, might I add, because my most recent entry to Bush's ineptitude at being our nation's leader was actually a couple posts back. Now, My website is fairly new, and not exactly advertised anywhere, but is now on the profile page at the forums I post on, which would be at Craftster and on the G4 forums. I was checking my recent activity and noticed a few visitors from both forums. Hello to all of you.
Now, being noted that we know how we got here, what we don't really understand is why you were stupid enough to feel the need to email me. And not even anonymously at that. Why, seriously, did you bother? Why do any of my hatemailers bother? Do you really thinking that throwing at such a pithy remark that bares your complete ignorance in it's simplicity would really sway me in any manner? By reading the extremely harsh and caustic remarks I throw out here, do you really think I am going to go cry in a corner because you emailed me a grade school level insult? I can certainly take it as well as I dish it out, but really, people, give me something to work with. Call me names with some panache. Insult with flair and creativity. Express your disntinct displeasure in my writings with a bit more verve than typing in all caps.
Now, I know that the lovely folks at craftster could probably give a flying fuck what political party I side with, so I can guess that you stumbled over here from G4. I've seen a few comments on the forums from dolts who got their panties in a bunch about a breif onair joke made about Bush's lack of brain matter, on the show Xplay. I laughed my ass off at that, by the way.
I love G4, I am an avid gamer and technology enthusiast (better known as a geek). Although I know that the network and resulting website/forums/chats are for people of my ilk, I am aware of the unfortunate fact that complete protazoids who are still in junior high frequent the place. The chatroom is fun, although it is quite overrun with kids who think they are Kool Haxxors who get to talk to college ppl and are all about the next Halo 2 Lan party. I still go back because there are a handful of normal folks my age in there, and there's a small percentage of those kids who are extremely intelligent and carry on a blissfully fun conversation. I try not to lump all teenagers into a "Damn them All" department, because I know when I was a wee lass I was mature, so I like to give a couple of them the benefit of the doubt. And they know better cheat codes than I do.
But by your complete lack of eloquence, your fortuitous timing, and of course, my IP logs, I can assume you are a teenager who came on after seeing a random post of mine on the forum, or you happened to catch a convo with me in the chatroom. Now, since you are a teenager, and you are obviously still being spoonfed your political views by your parents, I can't really go off on you. Although since you are not old enough to vote, you frankly don't have much sway in teh world as we know it right now, do you? But you will, young grasshopper. Since ignorance is only truely bred into our young, might I depart a little wisdom that your parents more than likely haven't? Do some research. Read a newspaper, check a few recent statistics on the web, and check up on a few current AP rips on yahoo. See the world for what it is, not just what your parents are gently telling you. Then, after you've grown up and seen a few truths, come back and tell me who you still think is a moron.
Friday, May 06, 2005
Spam-o-rama
For a while I had my email spam filters set to automatically dump all spam. My "Bulk" folder would sit there happy and quiet, and I never had to even so much as glimpse an ad about viagra. But recently I found out I missed three important non-spam emails that accidentally ended up in there, so I sadly had to change my filters. This irritated me, because I don't like inconvenience. It throws me off, because when I log into my mail program I get all giddy with anticipation seeing my mail count up so high, only to have my hopes of popularity dashed by realizing it's all in my bulk folder. *sigh* But since I have to check it now to make sure it's nothing important, I dutifully wander over there and do a quick skim before mashing down the check all and delete button.
But dang, Spam is getting weird these days. I mean, besides the fact that my email addy clearly implied my femininity yet I get ads for "Make it bigger!!"...There's the ones I call Desperate hopes of stupidity, that is, that I would be dumb enough to click on an email from someone I don't know saying "John said you needed this", or "Here's the help you asked for", or even one that was oddly titled "Call me back". I get irritated withthe lazy spammers, who couldn't even be creative enough to try and get a real name on their outmail, all you see is either a blank space or "JHFJHSW22". Oh c'mon, spend the .3 seconds and type in a fictitious name. Or who got all keyboard happy with the titles and all you see is "V!AGR$ 4 U!! C4LL N0W!!::_()*>" What the fuck is that....
I've noticed an influx of Christian stuff. And not just crap like "Do you believe in God?", "Join our Church" or something like that, but Christian Debt Relief, Christian Singles Network, and Christian Home Mortgages. Now, one would think that being Christian, these folks would know that Spam is Satans Tool for the weakminded. I never clicked on the links, because I have a deeper fear of spyware and thus don't mindlessly wander and explore sites I know nothing about. But I have wondered if perhaps the Debt relief and Home Mortgage ones are even remotely Christian oriented, or if they are just companies who assume if they slap the name Christian on it, the gullible will come. After all, Evangelicals have nationally proven that they all believe in the flock-like mentality that "If it's Christian, it must be good!", which explains the overwhelming support of President Bush and John Ashcroft. Our friends inthe Red States frankly don't care how horrible something/someone is, as long as they thump they same Bible, it's all Good!
I digressed into a political rant there, I'm sorry...
I don't know why I find the whole "Christian Spam" so amusing, I just do. I mean, how does one "Get rid of Debt, the Christian way!" Pray for a lottery win? Nah, that's putting too much into fate, an alien concept in faith. Accept your staggering credit card bills as penance for past sins? No, that's more Catholic than Christian. Repent the devil that is your Visa and destroy the little plastic demon? Could be.
Whatever the reasoning behind these newest spammers, I have to say I giant kudos to Yahoo for making some damn tough spam filters. Almost all junk gets appropriately smushed into my bulk folder. If anything does get into my inbox, it's usually because it's related to a site I am involved with, like Clubmom (no matter how many times I tell them I don't want the newsletter, I get it). I'll eventually switch my email to the address provided with my website, but so far, I am too lazy to get the hang of the Horde mail system. Then we'll put the filters there to the test. But for now, I can sit and wonder just how God and Jesus can help me get a Home Loan...
But dang, Spam is getting weird these days. I mean, besides the fact that my email addy clearly implied my femininity yet I get ads for "Make it bigger!!"...There's the ones I call Desperate hopes of stupidity, that is, that I would be dumb enough to click on an email from someone I don't know saying "John said you needed this", or "Here's the help you asked for", or even one that was oddly titled "Call me back". I get irritated withthe lazy spammers, who couldn't even be creative enough to try and get a real name on their outmail, all you see is either a blank space or "JHFJHSW22". Oh c'mon, spend the .3 seconds and type in a fictitious name. Or who got all keyboard happy with the titles and all you see is "V!AGR$ 4 U!! C4LL N0W!!::_()*>" What the fuck is that....
I've noticed an influx of Christian stuff. And not just crap like "Do you believe in God?", "Join our Church" or something like that, but Christian Debt Relief, Christian Singles Network, and Christian Home Mortgages. Now, one would think that being Christian, these folks would know that Spam is Satans Tool for the weakminded. I never clicked on the links, because I have a deeper fear of spyware and thus don't mindlessly wander and explore sites I know nothing about. But I have wondered if perhaps the Debt relief and Home Mortgage ones are even remotely Christian oriented, or if they are just companies who assume if they slap the name Christian on it, the gullible will come. After all, Evangelicals have nationally proven that they all believe in the flock-like mentality that "If it's Christian, it must be good!", which explains the overwhelming support of President Bush and John Ashcroft. Our friends inthe Red States frankly don't care how horrible something/someone is, as long as they thump they same Bible, it's all Good!
I digressed into a political rant there, I'm sorry...
I don't know why I find the whole "Christian Spam" so amusing, I just do. I mean, how does one "Get rid of Debt, the Christian way!" Pray for a lottery win? Nah, that's putting too much into fate, an alien concept in faith. Accept your staggering credit card bills as penance for past sins? No, that's more Catholic than Christian. Repent the devil that is your Visa and destroy the little plastic demon? Could be.
Whatever the reasoning behind these newest spammers, I have to say I giant kudos to Yahoo for making some damn tough spam filters. Almost all junk gets appropriately smushed into my bulk folder. If anything does get into my inbox, it's usually because it's related to a site I am involved with, like Clubmom (no matter how many times I tell them I don't want the newsletter, I get it). I'll eventually switch my email to the address provided with my website, but so far, I am too lazy to get the hang of the Horde mail system. Then we'll put the filters there to the test. But for now, I can sit and wonder just how God and Jesus can help me get a Home Loan...
Thursday, May 05, 2005
New List of Irritations
A whihle ago I posted a Top 10 Things that Annoy Me, and had much glee in getting it all out of my system. Well, since it's been a while since I got to vent in such an organized fashion, I thought I would update my ires. Not that this list is in any particular order, my level of greivance fluctuates on a daily basis.
- Message Board Trolls - seriously, why do you live to antagonize random people on the internet? Is this your only form of entertainment, to be such a loser? Sad, really...
- Forum-Chat Cliques - If there is a forum or chatroom devoted to a specific thing, why must you act all haughty and righteous and snub new people entering said group? Weren't YOU at one time a "nooB"?
- People in my neighborhood who think it's wicked cool to drive their stupid crotch-rockets and ATVs up and down the friggin' culdesac after 8pm, or rev their truck engines and Whoot loudly for no apparent reason. My son is asleep, you wake him up, you feel my wrath. Yes, I am your crotchety mean neighbor. Respect your damn elders, and those who surround you, and shut the HELL UP.
- Fellow mommies who stare at me crosseyed when I try and strike up a friendly conversation about kids on the bus/in the grocerystore line. Excuse the fuck out of me for having tatoos. Can we get past that please?
- People who genuinely believe Pat Robertson is sane, let alone fit to lead our nation. If you want a good scare, check out his website. He thinks the root of all evil terrorist lies in the general practice of Islam, and that the UN should be abolished in favour of an organization exclusive to democratic nations only. If this man gets his nod for candidacy, god help us, this guy has seriously Nazi-like tendencies.
- Disney for thinking Anime style only flicks are the way to go. Warner Brothers for even thinking it's a good idea to revamp Bugs and pals into Anime style characters. Anime has it's place in the world, our time-tested classics is NOT that place.
- Bad Children's Programming. Seriously, if this is supposed to be for our young, impressionable minds, quit putting this purile drivvle on the friggin' air. Cailou, I am talking to you...
- My husband and brother feeling the need to litter my entire house with half-drunk bottles of water. Drink the damn thing, throw the container in the recycling, then you can crack a new one. We are not on the Movie Signs, it is not contaminated, it's friggin' bottled. AAAAAAAAGh!
- People who work at Hot Topic still annoy me.
- Non-paying bidders on ebay.
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