Bot Con hasn't announced it, but the boys who say 'eh' have:

Can anybody else trace the root of their problem to a moment of Microsoft's incompetence?


POINTLESS EXAMPLE:

I was in a hurry yesterday to get down to my inspection in New Hudson. I needed info from Lyon Township's government office. Their address is 5800 Grand River Avenue.

When Microsoft MapPoint can't find something, it just tacks on a place anywhere in New Hudson on Grand River Avenue. Grand River Avenue has a LOT of detours, thanks to all of the roundabout construction. I somehow end up in Wixom. I backtrack, slip into a Blue Cross/Blue Shield office building parking lot, where I am driving and looking at my map to plan my strategy. I look up and am face-to-face with a sign and a curb.

( Thank you, Lance! )

Here's what kills me: I finally looked up the address on Google maps back at work and discovered that I'd DRIVEN BY THE BUILDING TWICE AN HOUR EARLIER BUT IT WAS HIDDEN BEHIND A HILL.

Geesh. If I'd had an accurate map I wouldn't have gotten lost and wouldn't have hit my tire.

Co-worker J declared that he ALWAYS double-checks. Whoop-di-fuck. Shouldn't the ninth incarnation of mapping software - with viable, cheaper competition - be able to map a clear-cut address, or have a function where it says it CAN'T FIND IT, instead of MAPPING RANDOM POINTS???

Fuck you, Microsoft.

My heart is broken.



Hockey means nothing to me without him.

Three more days until I'm in sunny, beautiful, Brampton Ontario! I have the cat-sitter lined up but laundry to do and CDs to burn and reports to mangle and my boss keeps asking me "so can you at least come in for the MORNING..."

Uh, No. I have a fiancee (he) and an ex-boyfriend (double hehe) and a Box Social Crowd (triple hehehe) to see and love and distribute Wild Cherry Pepsi to, and a Long Haul, if it's not out of my way, and I still need to find out what I'm doing for the Antique Toy Show on Sunday, and the only thing I've done today is go down to LaSalle Township and gather information. I'll be at work until seven, eight-ish. Then I get nervous going out to my poorly-lit parking lot and end up calling people.

So if the phone rings and it's a 248 area code, do me a favor and pick up.

THREE MORE DAYS!

More trolling!

And why? Because I publicy vented over trivial shit nobody cares about, or because they've always wanted to yell at me and just can't bear to let me know who they are, or because there's really interesting content in here to comment upon? (Ha!)

Is it that same dude who got mad at my nerve at hating Willis, or is this the friend of Ditzwing's who showed her hand when she requested following my newly-locked Twitter, or someone even closer to me than I think, or truly random people who only read the non-friend-locked entries and have judged me based on that?

Ah, who cares? I'm being trolled! PEOPLE ARE READING MY BLOG!!!

( Trivial )




More importantly:  Happy Veterans Day.

I remember having to walk twice as many steps to keep up with my dad when HE walked.

Never wish that your worst enemy DOES have swine flu.  You'll gently tap someone else's car in a busy parking lot, bleed all over your favorite sheets, tear your hair out at work, discover that there's a crease in your forehead and it won't go away, your parents will encourage you to egg your pastor's car, and you'll be assaulted by little white dogs in the bathroom.


I wish to GOD I was making all of this up.



And remember all that weight I lost?  Being content = eating again, so now I'm fighitng off the chunk at an annoying 173.  Suicidal = skinny, toning down the neverending pain in my chest that won't go away = size 14 again.  GREAT. 


The report is due Thursday.  The boss is looking at it now, at 90% done.  At least, until he tears it apart and gives me 16 hours of work to do to get it bank-ready by 5pm EST on the 12th.

I remembered that it was Chris' birthday but forgot that it was Niece #3's.   Oops.

Happy Birthday, Chris and Niece #3!

At Capoeira on Friday I had to actually spar with the Professor.  I did a kick combo that he taught when he was showing off the week before for the Ten-Year-Old Girl who pwned me on cartwheels and has a more mature outlook on dating than I do....and he grabbed my foot and twisted it so that I fell to the ground.

He was shocked.  I was laughing.  "Sorry, that was instinctive," he explained.  What?  I surprised him!  I kept this little nugget of self-congratulation to myself.  He even said that I did a good job.

THIS time he was ready to make us look dweeby, by teaching us a move that looks like a broken-down creative Heisman trophy.  I had to practice with Hoist.  "Get closer to him!" the Professor commanded.

"No!  He's scary!" I declared.  Hoist made an ironic face, so I headbutted him.  He knocked me down.  Yes, this was supposed to happen.  The Professor declared that if I apologized one more time he'd make me do 100 push ups.

Hoist, Hobbit-Feet, and Keith the almost-a-nurse with a million tattoos all move like ribbon in the wind.  I move like a kid who just saw a Power Rangers episode and is trying to duplicate stuff.  Hoist told me to quit overthinking it.  Is my nickname Preocupada or not?


Tuesday was the pinnacle of amazing.  I was given an appraisal.  A real Appraisal.  For the first time in four years.  Holy Shit.  Unfortunately, Mr. Rogers accidentally mistyped the proposed finish date and we'd agreed to have it done on the 12th, not the 22nd.  I had ten days.  He said he'd talk to the bank.

He came to my desk while I was Tweeting about how cool it was to get a real Appraisal.  The bank would be willing to double the turnaround time...if we took off half the fee.  THUS...I had ten days.  And can I do a vacancy survey by calling a few apartments in the area?  (BLEAH!)

LUCKILY, I don't have to find comps or worry about a building, just work on the tougher parts.  I was ready to visit the Township Assesor and Planning people and see the property today.

It was not until I was an exit away from my destination, 35 minutes away from home, that I realized I'd forgotten my camera.  Drive back or search for a disposable?  Drive back.

An hour and fifteen minutes later, I pulled into the parking lot and my workbook took the momentum to pierce a pop can, causing Pepsi Max to spray all over my car, the workbook, and my camera.

What are ya gonna do?  Laugh.  And later thank your mother for teaching you to pack spare fast-food napkins in your glove compartment.

It was not a streak of bad luck, however.  The township was VERY helpful.  My parents called and happened to be nearby, so I had lunch with them and Brother #2 at Halo Burger. 

Brother #2...has gained weight and gotten a haircut.  He looks like a grown-up.  It was a shock.


When I got back to work, we pulled a prank on Co-Worker M. 

Ah...just laught.

Posted on Facebook and Twitter, too.


SO I've met/posted a youtube video/am FB friends with David Kaye...

who was in "Happy Gilmore" with Adam Sandler...

who was in "Billy Madison" with Bradley Whitford...

who was on "Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip" with Matthew Perry...

who was on "Friends" with Jennifer Aniston...

who was in "Picture Perfect" with Kevin Bacon!

Oooooooooh! 


This means if YOU met David Kaye at any Cons, that you, too, have these connections!

For 29 years I've known them.  It gets better every year.

Happy Birthday, Brother #1 and Sister #3! Lots of love and I hope Chicago/Tokyo are awesome.

Gregg Berger and Michael Bell were on a radio program last night and were AWESOME! You can go to http://www.shokusradio.com
where Stu's Show repeats daily at the same time (4 p.m. PT) through next Tuesday 11/3. It's two hours you won't regret.

My favorite part: Just hearing the voices of two really cool people.  Be warned, though: Michael Bell swears a lot and Gregg Berger does not do Grimlock, although the DJ attempts it.

"Stupid machine, oh wait a minute, this isn't the Monsterometer, it's the Frog-Exaggerator Mm-hai!"

Professor Frink, The SImpsons ("Monty Can't Buy Me Love")

Remember that Babes in Toyland from 1986?  The one with Keanu Reeves and Drew Barrymore? 


"I come from C-I-N-C-I-N-N-A-T-I, Cincinnati! The best town in O-H-I-O, Ohio, USA! At first they called it Cincy, but since Cincy is so natty, they named it Cincinnati, so they say. Hey, the girls are really pretty in this pretty little city, the fellas are the feistiest I've seen. And when it comes to ball teams, the Reds and Bengals maul teams, they knock the socks off all the other teams. I mean to argue's indefensible, the facts are common sensible, Cincy is invincible, know what I mean? Cincy's more than merely natty, she's Ohio's Maserati*, Cincinnati's at the center of the scene!"

Hehhe.


I have 21 hours of Stark Trek episodes I have to plow through.  This might take awhile.  Still, the Bones/Spok interactions kill me.

From "The Immunity Syndrome": 

Spock: "Do not risk the ship further on my behalf." 

Bones: "Shut up, Spock, we're rescuing you!"

(Kirk nods approvingly.)

Spock: "Why, thank you...Captain McCoy."

I hate to ask...any good slash fic between those two?

Also...Yo mama jokes are too much fun to not share.  I even put them in TF fic, when applicable.  

*=if you've seen my Facebook photo albums, you understand now why I used that as a title.

The closing theme from the "Dennis the Menace" cartoon.  I hated that show.  Transformers came after it, though.

RANDOMNESS:


( Indeed. )

And I can't follow him this season.

My favorite Canadian:

Yoko Ono is following me on Twitter.

After a week I went back to Capoeira and the Profesor was ready to punish me. He had us leaning against the wall and slow-motion kicking that actually had my foot cramp so hard my second and third toes crossed.  I also learned the hard way that I'm not good at Armadas.

"It's not my favorite generation of Transformers, either!" I puffed. I'm DYING here.

"All I remember is Starscream, " the Profesor declared. Hmmmm. He's more annoyed that I'm dwelling on the details of the Armada, a kick/turn combo. "Stop worrying!"

"I worry! It's what I do!!"

In Capoeira your teacher gives you a Portuguese name. Mine is officially "Preocupada," loosely translated into "Worrywart." He started ordering me around in Portuguese and to piss him off I'd answer in Spanish, which is a good way to end up concluding your hour and a half class doing crunches and trying to stand on your head and failing.

Got the Target Revenge of the Fallen with the transformable Bumblebee package.

Wheelie escaped his plastic ball and Jazz chased him around but didn't try to kill him. Prowl had a scary look on his face though, so luckily I rescued my furry little McNugget before those idiots got him.

I have a date on Thursday with the Zoup guy, who is the cousin of a girl who was in guard with me in high school and who's uncle was my electrician. He's fine with the TF collection.

It's a good day.

And to make me even more dweeby:




It reminds me of Astronomy Lab class. I miss you lindy_luv!