I had called my ISP earlier today (several hours ago) because I suspected that I was about to run out of data. my phone tells me a little about my data usage, but it is not with pinpoint accuracy.
barely
my blood pressure is returning to normal, I think.
So, since I am trailer-trash-rich due to the dividend having just been deposited, I bought 5GB worth of data over the phone before close of business. Apparently I was down to less than 100MB.
No, they still won't do business with me. That is unlikely to change but now I have a bit more ammunition for the fight.
I am one manipulative conniving bitch when I want to be.
My old provider with whom I had a long and mostly pain-free relationship thinks they will be serving this area quite soon (within weeks), and infrastructure is the problem.
So one company is on a human level exactly what I want (ACS), the other company ISP would be the bane of my existence (also on a human level). The nasty company leaves itself open to being manipulated by people like me. The good company doesn't have the infrastructure yet to provide for my needs. So, I am in a bit of limbo, but GCI is losing my money.
Haha... they would rather flaunt their power as the only game in town.
so, I laugh behind their back.
I will laugh louder once I have Internet from another source.
until then I smile sweetly
I get three communications needs met through them. I have had a Lifeline phone for five years or so. Lifeline is a federally subsidized program that supplies gimpy cell phone service to low income people. The subsidies are paid to the ISPs, and the end-user pays a pittance per month for cell service.
If make a call, I do it on that line. Federal regulations will not allow GCI to nuke that account unless I fall hugely in arrears paying the three or four dollars per month that I'm expected to pay.
My cable television (woo-hoo) comes with my apartment.
My cable is provided by GCI. I neither pay nor see a bill.
GCI provided me with this stupid-ass, difficult to use Android phone, but it is a usable Android phone. I can link it to my computer and tether to get Internet access at home. I can also use it anywhere there is a public hotspot.
Eventually I will upgrade to something other than this stupid ass, ugly, difficult to use, low definition buggy thing, but it will always work in hotspots until something changes.
There is a phone number linked to the Android phone account that I will have to pay for eventually as long as I keep using it basically as a modem, but that time isn't this month.
Everything's happening in the next ten years, then ten years goes by and nothing has changed. Our smartphones got bigger. Whoop dee do.
give me a moon colony, or nuclear fusion, or even self driving cars, and I'll be excited. Running water on a planet that we kinda sorta thought there probably would be running water anyway? meh.
It may be a little anticlimactic after the Clinton announcement of a few years ago regarding possible microscopic life on Mars, but the discovery is still pretty exciting (to me anyway).
speaking of real-life, Marv is coming through the day after tomorrow. Apparently this really will be his last professional trip to Barrow. Shell Oil is selling out, and Marv is retiring.
So I will see him the day after tomorrow and again in about three weeks.
After that, probably never again.
he has been rewritten in the book BTW.
He is now a composite with another man with whom my relationship is best kept cryptic.
the other man was somebody I could have fallen in love with, but I didn't. The closest thing we ever had to sex was when he kissed me on the forehead one Christmas.
If you took a microscope and peered at the business end of the condom, you would probably find the gametes had fashioned a rudimentary angle grinder and were cutting their way through the rubber
But that means a new schedule (easier, in fact - get up early every day), new books and - drumrolls, please - a fountain pen. I guess for her, that's the main highlight.
@ElendilTheTall Too "hard" and "edgy" for my taste. I go for the really oldfashioned ones. Guve me something black (bakelite?) and curvy and I'm hooked!
Aehm, no idea? But here in Germany I can guarantee that every child learned a version of cursive and lots of people use (their somewhat adapted) version of it.
Maybe they did, I don't think they do anymore. Certainly I never gave a shit. To me writing has always been about legibility. Things that look like 2s instead of Qs and Ls that look like Ss seem counterproductive.
Sütterlinschrift (German pronunciation: [ˈzʏtɐliːnˌʃʁɪft], Sütterlin script) is the last widely used form of Kurrent, the historical form of German handwriting that evolved alongside German blackletter (most notably Fraktur) typefaces. Graphic artist Ludwig Sütterlin was commissioned by the Prussian ministry for culture to create a modern handwriting script in 1911. His handwriting scheme gradually replaced the older cursive scripts that had developed in the 16th century at the same time that bookletters developed into Fraktur. The word Sütterlin is nowadays often used to refer to all varieties...
That came up when we talked recently. She and I were pretty competitive at Pente. I didn't know until recent conversations that she took pride in that because if she could beat me, that must mean she wasn't dumb.
There is an upstart news channel that seems a lot more unbiased. It seems to be run by people who are smart and that cater to people who are smart, but visually it seems like a local news broadcast. They do not spend their money on fancy production stuff or expensive "talent". So far, their only agenda seems to be reporting the news.
unfortunately, her situation is such that she is unlikely to quit even if she hates it.
At least she knows the field well, even if she doesn't yet know the company.
<crosses fingers>
I happened to catch a review of The Walk on CNN, and it was repeated several times while I still had the TV on.
I had caught wind of the controversy because my first impulse was to go to IMDb when I first heard of the movie.
This was perhaps a day before I first saw the review on CNN.
So, it would appear that the controversy in the American mind predated the review. (Of course I could be wrong)
the review was overwhelmingly positive, yet one line from it sticks out. From the review: "Of course they couldn't get away with that today"...
yeah, without the towers he probably would've fallen
reading the conversation on IMDb, you would think that the World Trade Center had no history prior to 9/11.
Some people seem to even have the idea that the whole thing was made up to exploit the heartbreak of that day. the filmmakers just needed two skyscrapers reasonably close to each other.
They showed a serious lack of sensitivity using the memory of 9/11 towards their nefarious ends.
All of that was ping-ponging around my little pea brain while I was watching Independence Day.
I think it was the Empire State Building that the aliens destroyed in that flick, but it could have just as easily have been the World Trade Center. As a matter of fact, that would have been pretty visually cool juxtaposed against the other destruction which was always a single beam. A forked beam destroying the World Trade Center would have been pretty neat looking at the time of Independence Day.
Certainly the World Trade Center is prominent in the background of a lot of flicks.
it's a wonder that we haven't had a shitload of highly trained world trade center wipe-outers with nothing else to do.
after all, seeing the towers in a movie has probably caused untold PTSD flashbacks.
Think of the Children!
My dad has a friend who owned a company in the World Trade Center. As it turns out, the friend was on a business trip or sick or something like that that day.
every single person the man worked with died that day, yet he survived.
Ouch
I predict that by this time tomorrow there will be a video on YouTube showing the man who was caught on video diving from the towers in what appears to be a very relaxed way combined with footage from The Walk. Perhaps it will show Petit falling from the tightrope with that same posture.
Pisces (20 FEB-20 MAR) DNA tests show the boy you have been raising as your son is a blend of Aries and Virgo but carries no Pisces genes, meaning he cannot be yours. You can’t argue with science.
I am a Virgo, but had I been carried to full term, I would've been a Scorpio. Charlatans have latched onto that little tidbit since before I can remember.
Apparently, that explains everything there is to be explained about me. That and having big feet. And big hair.
I'd be President of the United States had I been born with size 8 feet like a normal person.
Or I'd be circus midget. Always in motion is the future.
ask a tarot card reader to give you a reading immediately after they've finished your first one. they will give you some schtick about how the future is constantly changing so it won't be the same. So what's the fucking point of doing it in the first place?!
I played it completely differently when I "read" tarot cards. I would not answer questions period, I would only tell stories as the cards spoke to me. I would look to the subject and try to get a clue as to where his mind was going with where I was going.
like any good mentalist, I was usually able to run with whatever.
If it made no sense, I would feign a sincere attempt at communication and a certain puzzlement.
absolutely! I never charged for my "services", but it occurred to me that I could.
Every once in a while I'd have a brain fart and forget what a specific card was supposed to mean. I could always wing the "minor arcana" (number cards), they were easy. The "major arcana" was more open to over-the-top interpretation. Good grief the shit I pulled.
Never once did I think that anybody would ever actually believe it until Sgt Bouclaire. Damn. He was a smart guy too, but apparently not about young women wielding tarot cards.
I probably could've taken him for everything he was worth.
To this day he probably tells stories the about psychic he once knew.
I guess this is what we call adjusting expectations. Once I thought I might do something with my life. And here I am, talking about curtains. No offense to professional curtain people, whoever they might be.