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Country music, and possibly music in general June 27, 2011

As anyone who has had even brief contact with me knows, I tend to go through music phases, and the most recent one has been country music. I think I just have a weakness for vocal harmony and bridges. And just to clarify, country music from before the mid/late 80’s or so is useless to me. I can’t appreciate the classics. I’m sorry, Loretta and Dolly, but most of your music is boring.

Anyway, it seems strange that I enjoy it so much. There’s almost nothing I identify with in them – I don’t have a wife or significant other to cheat on (and given my stance on monogamy…), have never owned a truck, don’t hunt or fish, I live in as close to an urban setting as one can manage in Arkansas, the concept of getting together and drinking in a field, possibly with a bonfire is foreign to me, and I find the religious views and conservatism espoused by country music absolutely ridiculous.

I think has to do with the universal appeal of optimism; it seems that regardless how depressing the lyrics, it usually ends on either a positive note, or at the very least, hopefulness. And the ones that are completely unrelateable for me, like having a tailgate party around a bonfire outside of town somewhere are at least fun. I can get into fun music.

Oh. speaking of fun music, [obligatory (clap!) Kidz Pop reference here].

 

Hmm, I have a blog! June 23, 2011

Filed under: Jeremy Post,Old Projects — Jeremy! @ 10:40 pm
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I have decided to make a commitment to post on here regularly. Sometimes I have ideas that are just too big for Facebook, but I put them there anyway. I’m going to make it easier for myself to make posts, but I’m worried all the good stuff has been written about already.

Oh well. If you’re subscribed via RSS still, then here’s a worthless post for you to read! 😀

 

You know, fuck Comcast. February 15, 2011

Also, fuck the cadaver they rode in on. I’ll apologize in advance, I am normally prone to less-than-flowery language, but the combination of not having Internet and composing a post from my auto-incorrect happy phone is grating on me. That’s why we have low-traffic blogs to vent!

Anyway, last week, I signed up for cable Internet through Comcast, to replace our total failure of something approaching “Internet” we previously had through AT&T. It was installed on Monday, and by Saturday had broken. Scheduled a service call for Monday.

Guy calls Monday to let us know he’s on his way; Penny and I are not home, but Cash is! No go, the accountholder (me) has to be there. Funny, I say, because I wasn’t there when if was installed. I later find out that he is just blowing placenta out his ass, or whatever the idiom is. I called today, to have it rescheduled for after 3:30, when I’ll be home.

They came hours early, when I wasn’t home, and without calling me. Luckily, Penny was home and they fixed it. For about 6 hours. Called, again, tonight and the lady said someone would be at my house Thursday between 2 and 5. I very firmly reminded her that I have now had as much downtime as I’ve had uptime, and that someone was just here, and they would be at my house tomorrow. And not between 2 and 3:30. She agreed.

We’ll see what happens tomorrow when they show up. And who knows, all two of y’all who read this might even get a REAL blog post out of me tomorrow when I have an actual physical keyboard under my beautiful nails. I still have to tell both of you about my Valentine’s adventure.

Sent from my frustrating iPhone

 

Edit/Update: So, the person who was supposed to come to my house today didn’t. More accurately, he was sitting in my parking lot when I got home from work, but didn’t know anything about my service call. Then he went to my neighbor’s house and left.

So, missed the 2-5 slot without a whisper, and I call Comcast back; the man tells me that the call is marked “completed”, and that he would have someone out within an hour. About 30 minutes, a woman calls (from a blocked number(?!)) saying that I requested a followup call. After relaying my story to her, she told me the case had been marked completed, and that was that. She told me that there was no chance of getting a technician out tonight; they had all gone home, and that there was nothing she could do. I asked her why she bothered calling me, she said because I requested it, and we parted ways.

SO, I of course call Comcast back. The man I spoke with this time was very good, and I didn’t have to resort to my cynical voice. You see, I always start out customer service interactions with a very pleasant, calm tone, and only change it if necessary. This man dug up the details, that there WAS someone at my house at some point (who didn’t call me, or interact with me in any way), and that the second service call had been canceled because the first technician determined there was a problem with the line and there wasn’t anything to be done until tomorrow (again, without a phone call). This meant that I spent several unproductive hours at home waiting for either a phone call from a technician or one to show up at my house. And ended the day without Internet.

 

But a bittersweet ending, I suppose. After a more full half-hour on the phone, he said there’d be someone out to check the line tomorrow, and  since they managed to fuck up not one, but two service calls today, he’d credit my account $20. And since I haven’t had working Internet in close to a week at this point, that he’d credit my first month’s service as well. I mean, it’s totally worth it for having spent (literally) hours on the phone with customer service at this point, right?

 

If you look down, you’ll see that my good buddy Mark is offering his services to me, rudimentary Internet research indicates that this is somehow for real, and Comcast has a team of social-media-scouring customer retention agents at their disposal. I wish Mark the best, and I do plan on sending him an email, but I don’t know what Comcast can do to fix this, other than laugh at me because I took off work early today to meet the technician, and then wasted an entire evening.

 

New Piercing! February 2, 2011

Apparently, getting pierced in Little Rock is impossible, unless you want to go somewhere where mouth=autoclave and the piercers wear human flesh over their hands as gloves. (exaggerating, but the Internet is not kind to other shops in town.)

I wanted to go to 7th Street!

Imagine, for a moment, with me, that you are a piercing shop. What time would you close on a Saturday? I was waiting for Tony to get off so he could come watch, at 9:30. By the time he got home to Conway, it was 10 PM, and my puppy-dog eyes at their locked door didn’t help. That’s right, a tattoo/piercing place closed at 10 on a Saturday.

Went back Monday, a few minutes after 9. The piercer had already left for the day, but the shop guy told me he’d give me $10 off for having to come back so much. Score, I guess. So Penny and I came back last night, Tuesday, and the piercer was there! Penny watched in horror as the nice man put a needle through my dick, and then a bright, shiny ring. I have a PA once again.

First piercing I’ve had since my self-inflicted scrotal piercing back in 2007, and after not having one for so long, going back in a piercing place is kind of weird. I mean, I wasn’t terribly nervous, because it should be old hat for me, I guess, but man, has it been a while. The besdt part was that he pierced it at 12g and stretched it to 10 – this one is bleeding SO much less than the last time I got one. I think I would have freaked out if he had told me ahead of time that it was his plan, but it really didn’t hurt any more than getting pierced twice in quick succession. If any of you out there are wondering, I totally recommend that method, I wouldn’t be exaggerating if I said the last time I got it pierced, I lost ounces of blood.

Fast-forward to today – I’m in the clean room, preparing IV meds for children. And my foreskin is all wrong right now. But I can’t fix it in here, I just can’t. Normally if I try and walk around with it skinned back, it’ll just go back to usual. Let’s cross our fingers and hope. ::closes eyes and wishes really hard::

 

Reflections upon one year or knitting January 14, 2011

Filed under: Jeremy Post,Old Projects — Jeremy! @ 4:21 am
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So, I’ve been knitting now for almost a year, or at least, knitting more than incorrectly done, 7-foot long garter stitch scarves in acrylic yarn. I knit my first (through sixth?) pairs of socks, several hats, a jockstrap, played around with colorwork, cables, lace, and tried my hand at designing some patterns. I’ve given several hundred dollars to Yarn Mart, I’m sure.

 

So, what’s next for this year? I’d love to try some entrelac designs:

I’d like to also work on some more lace projects, maybe a shawl? Am I really 70 years old? I also plan on playing around some more with fun yarns, instead of using Cascade 220 worsted for everything.

 

Anyone have any ideas? You know, if you’re curious to keep up with my knitting, you can always look at my Ravelry account… there’s a link on the sidebar.

 

Naked on the internet January 6, 2011

Filed under: Are we having sex?,Old Projects,Penelope Post — PP! @ 3:27 am
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I have been doing this webcam-for-money thing for more than a year now, but it got really boring, so I stopped.

I mean, in theory it’s great. You get naked, men pay you to jerk off. What could be better? But, I guess I am too faggy for most people on there, so I NEVER EVER get any paid shows. I guess I am pretty bad at it, because I mostly just chat with people, I’m not all “oh yea I am so horny let me give it to you on cam” like everyone else on that site is. It is just impossible for me to pretend for hours at a time that I am actually interested.

Yes, I said hours! Last night I went an entire hour, sitting on cam, without a private show. How awful is that! I’m going to try again tonight, but I am not sure I have much hope :/