It wasn’t all lame-o politics yesterday. CUBS WIN!
A while back, M was having a bad day at work and sent this to me.
Yesterday, I put in a request via the “one stop shop” email for tech support.
The response today.
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Here’s a picture of us with John Waters in 2012 taken with M’s Powershot SD1000.
This was in a cyber security thing at work. I love how clip art and stock photos mash up something computer-y and an old school caricature of a thief, usually a mask and gloves, to represent cyber crimes. This one is extra funny because touchscreens don’t work with these $2.00 a pair drugstore gloves.
Just got off of a phone call with Toyota Financial. Does everyone just put “Wait times may be longer than normal” at the beginning of their message now? It was an 18 minute call, with literally, 1 minute spent speaking to a human to get the information I needed. No touch tone — voice menu only. It got right up to the part I needed, payoff information (mysteriously under “something else” and not “payment information”), before deciding to not understand me. I could hang up or suck it up and hold. I really needed the information so I held.
Not to be too Seinfeld but, what is the deal with hold music? It wasn’t a particularly hideous mix but why does digital hold music always sound like a stretched cassette tape with the tempo and volume wobbling in and out? Is it mixed into the “please have your account number ready, blah blah” (that I already gave to the voice menu bot) from an outsourced service?
I can see some telco room in Mumbai with a 90s MP3 player jacked into the sound card of an even older PC. Not one of those cool, tidy, color coded telcos either. A working room with fans, extension cords, and cables everywhere and a UPS that died years ago beeping away — still used to get more outlets. A profitable room. The kind of room that would make an OSHA nerd weep.
Toyota really doesn’t want you to pay off early. There’s no place on the coupon for extra principal. One time I sent extra and the next bill was reduced by the extra amount. I wondered why the payoff is more than the “outstanding balance” on the bill. Sneaky buggers, the balance on the bill is just principal owed. The bill amount times the number of payments to go is considerably more.
On a more up note, I found this card for my sister’s birthday. I really like it. The card is available in the “Mischievous Menagerie” box from Pomegranate. I may try and find a print.
It started with a meeting. Simultaneously resisting the urge to kill and fighting to stay awake, I thought of a haiku:
Want me to listen?
Perhaps you should have a point
And then get to it
I doodled and sort of liked it so I redid it in pencil and inked it. Then off to the scanner and a bit of color in Photoshop.
While I finish a roll in the current camera I’ve been scanning manuals in the evenings. I’ve had a stack of other stuff to scan forever so since I have it fired up without the film adapter…
Kinda looks like my sweetie.
… But you have an address so you’re getting our junk mail.
M sent me an email with a link to a Paul Krugman piece in The New York Times.
It got me thinking. There should be a cat in any war room so they are reminded that:
- Life has value: Aw, look at that fuzzy little face.
- Action or inaction has consequences: I didn’t change the box and he shit in my briefcase.
- Senseless evil does exist in the world: Will someone please put that mouse out of its misery? It’s making me sick.
Merry Christmas everyone!