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Bad ecomony equals bad drivers…

Is it just me or is it that since we have hit this wonderful recession people are driving even more carelessly and even faster than before? I don’t remember being this scared hitting the highway since I was a teenager with a new license. Is it that people feel they don’t have much to lose? Are they rushing to their third job? I just don’t get it. A few weeks ago I was convinced that someone was looking to kill themselves via head on collision.

Dallas Obama rally: Close but yet so far…

Damn line…When I heard that Barack Obama was coming to Dallas today, I naively thought, “Eh. We’ll get in.” He was supposed to speak at noon. I drove to our main office, walking distance from Reunion Arena, and strolled in about 11. Boy, that was stupid. By the time we got there, we were in a major line. Not just any line. A line that could wrap around a football field — three times, easy.

Reunion Arena, I’m told, holds 16,000 however 17,000 were allowed in. After tons of patience I almost never have, some cutting in line and determination, we were eventually seconds away from the doors and got turned away.

Douche

Some douchey guy with Obama’s team gave us the bad news that he would not be giving another speech outside, as was told to everyone in line prior to his first speech. Obama was already 10 minutes into is monologue when we all started yelling our objections to feeling a little shafted. Come to find out from our camp that some people came to Reunion at 4 a.m.!!!

I admit that I was pretty surprised to see that many diverse, concerned, and well, hell — that many people in DALLAS who even gave a damn. Superfical, always-having-its-mind-on-other-things-like-bottle-service-bars Dallas. I feel like a schmuck. I guess I can say I was there. But I didn’t hear crap.

The really sad part of the whole thing is — actually two sad things:

We had our badges which clearly state who we work for. However all of us didn’t really get ballsy enough to push completely ahead and walk right in with them. Security was kind of tight.

And second, Reunion Arena is so ghetto and broke down that the outside speakers weren’t hooked up for us to hear the speech from outside.

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Day 63: The power of a note on the door…

Be gone all you thiefs!I woke up to discover this morning that my tiny Christmas tree equipped with tiny, shiny, glittery little ornaments was swiped from my front porch. I know that it may not have been the best thing — to actually leave something I gave a rip about on the front porch. But combined with the gold bells on my door, the bow I made latched on to the door knocker — everything felt so nice when I came home. Because from inside and out my house was so very pleasantly festive with Christmas cheer. Well, my Christmas cheer faded with my little discovery.

I became enraged. I left a polite note on my neighbor’s door about it after looking around the complex (and glancing the trash) to see if I would find it somewhere. I sat in my house, numb with anger of course. I’ve been robbed several times in my life. Mostly related to my car. This was it. So I kept checking the peep hole every now and then just to see if I saw someone to ask questions. Then I noticed this one young looking guy coming down from upstairs who looked quite guilty when he stopped at my neighbor’s door to read my note which read:

“If you happen to know who stole my tree, please let me know. It wasn’t very nice. Signed (my apartment number).”

Then after he read it, he looked down directly where my Christmas tree WOULD have been. When I saw his face I decided to draft another letter and this time put it on MY door. This one read:

“Merry Christmas Asshole. Whoever stole my fucking Christmas tree doesn’t know who they are fucking with. You will get yours — one way or another. Signed (my apartment number).”

I fumed. Ran errands and came home. Then I heard some really loud walking and looked out the peephole. I saw my “friendly” upstairs neighbor going downstairs. I decided to wait for her to head back up. She would have to pass my door to get to her apartment. I waited because the connection was made. She was surely friends with the guy from earlier in the afternoon. Before I could completely ask her if she had heard anything funny last night she confessed that her friend stole my tree. She said he was “intoxicated” and that she was sorry and was bringing back the tree. Guess what she said next?

“I didn’t appreciate that note. It wasn’t very Christmas-like…”

THE BALLS ON THIS CHICK! I told her I didn’t give a damn, she stole from me and that I’ve been through a lot in my life. And that I didn’t appreciate HER stealing from me. She proceeded to say it wasn’t her. It was her friend. Same damn thing. Long story longer, she brought it back and said that she didn’t want it to affect things with her and I. Hilarious. My punctuation mark was letting her know I’ve been victimized in my life and that stealing from me was wrong. She felt like shit. Her face was if she may have concluded I was once upon a time kidnapped and left for dead.

What does this have to do with the countdown? Nothing. An hour walking in a parade carrying a giant Curious George yesterday and ending my day getting back stolen property counts as a workout for me.

FIN.

TXU: Today’s mafia

I’m sitting here wanting to burn down the very facility that warms my home. Granted — I’m an idiot. I should have watched how my usage was going to be before signing up for some bogus plan that only saves me money when I go over 1,000 kilowatts. I hung up on the bitch who told me I had to pay $200 to get out of this plan because it was a 2-year contract commitment.

I guess because I’ve always used TXU I figured it was worth it. Instead I’m sitting here with the gestapo telling me I have no choice. Oh, wait. Yea I have a choice. The choice to keep getting screwed up the rear-end. I’ve had Green Mountain Energy before and I will never do that again. They bent me over more than TXU is right now. It’s all so corrupt. These are the things of what going postal was invented.

So I’m sitting here and the woman tells me that she could help me. Guess how? By changing my price plan and then in return I have to pay the $200 to get out of my current plan. I’m such a dummy for falling for this plan in the first place. I’m in a 535 square foot apartment! When will I ever be over 1,000 kilowatts? Maybe the summer. We shall see. As it stands with the first touch of cool weather my bill is $109 this month. With all my not running the heat all day, limiting my lights and burning fires, I should have decently low usage. I know someone who has a much bigger apartment whose bill is only a little more than mine. Did I mention I’m in a matchbox by the lake?! I asked for an audit but apparently because the world rotates in cyberspace, I have to do that online. How in the hell can you audit a home online without a real, live, red-blooded worker checking your installation and other energy crap right there in real time?

It’s almost worth it because I’m already getting screwed, to just take up being a high-class prostitute for disposable income and obtain the $200 bucks to get out of the mob. Yep. That’s a good plan.

That’s it. Screw being green…

another wtf?I’m just sick.

Here we were buying those energy saving bulbs only to find out that in the end it can poison our environment. Did you know there are traces of mercury in these things?! The normal person would just chunk them, as I planned to do. But apparently we need to read the box. Imagine that. But who the hell reads the box of a damn bulb? It specifically says not toss the little buggers into the trash. We must get in our cars, waste $3 plus gas we can’t afford, drive to the nearest chemical collection joint and dispose of them there. All the while hoping, wishing and praying that they won’t break.

Because guess what you have to do if you break one? You evacuate the house for about 15 minutes and open the windows. And you should pick up the pieces with tape. TAPE! Don’t vacuum them up. Oh, no, no, no. Now I just saw this on tonight’s news, so bare with me if you knew this already and also bear with me as there isn’t video up yet of the newscast. However I found this short question and answer.

This isn’t really new. Fluorescent bulbs, as my old crony father just informed me when I phoned him for his opinion, have always had some kind of crazy chemicals in them. But I disagree with him on this case (as far a not really concerning myself with it) because it seems like these bulbs have been pushed on us like street drugs. So there for they are more common. And the impression given is that we HAVE to use these. One plus is that these bulbs last for ever and ever. So more than likely by the time we have to worry about it, they would have either come up with some other way to save energy or banned the things.

I, against some of the writers of several blogs I read better judgement, recycle. I kind of put my hands on my ears and sing, “La, la la la” Pee Wee Herman style every time I have to hear that recycling is a waste of time, energy and dollars. But still I just can’t bring myself to toss away plastic. Call it a sickness. Whatever. However this is different. I don’t think I will be buying any more of these bulbs after the ones I have blow out, which will probably take eons anyway. And according to the report, there are enough of the bulbs getting tossed out daily to one day potentially be a problem.

This is of course if you want to believe your local news source that such a thing could happen. Since I kind of work for them, I’m kinda inclined to believe this one. It definitely wasn’t a wide-eyed promotion of the product. Pretty soon, and no matter how much I may be overreacting now, I still bet we will be hearing all the these cases where this mercury issue has snowballed enough for lawsuits, shot in the dark attorney TV ads, Lifetime specials and birth defects. 

This is one green I’m putting a big red friggin’ X on…

A note to the angry bloggers

Guilty as charged…I know how you feel. I’ve been one too. Actually, I’m often one. But this is a quick note to remind everyone that just because you are angry, doesn’t mean you can have an excuse to not make sense or not find a creative way to bash someone. I’ve read so many (many, many) blogs — not just WordPress either, that just vent without reason, thought or just plain filled the reader with unanalyzed venom.  I’d like to say regular readers of this blog aren’t guilty of such, but I’m a random blog reader and this theme has been an annoying trend. Well, call this a post-PMS rant if you wish, but I’m tired of reading those type of blogs. And I’m a true believer that if you want to be cruel, pointed or accusatory — do it with some finesse and flow. That’s all. I’m drunk…Now that’s poignant.