New Hobby?

So I learned something really interesting yesterday and I think it might have to become my new hobby.  I complain about a lot of things, but until now I have not had a way to get some sort of follow through.  So, I ask you my few readers, would you like to unite with me and take a stand?  Let me share my joy with you.

One of my pet peeves are people who smoke in their cars with the windows down and at the end fling their smoking butts out into the road.  I think it's disrespectful, and rude.  If they don't want their cigarette smoke around them when they are driving what makes them think I do?  But what can you do about it, short of rolling down your window and saying something to them which will only resort in a fight in varying levels.  You know anything from name calling to some form of road rage.  Well, my readers, you do have an option.  If they throw their smoking cigarette butt out the window it is an offense.  So what can you do?  Simple.  Call the local police, not the emergency line-they do not like that, and report the offense.  An officer will have to take the report.  You will have to sign it.  They will track down and server the offender and they will have to appear in court.  You will as well, but in my opinion it is worth it to take a stand.  When you make the report you need to know the license plate number, the location it happened (parking lot, street name and closest intersection) and it helps to know if the person is male or female.  They have to come and take your report, it is your right.

This is the same for drunk or erratic drivers, so if you witness or are a target in road rage you do have ways to fight back.  Given it's not right in that moment.  But I'm ok with it biting them in the butt after the fact.  So what am I saying?  I'm saying unite, take back our roads and make them cigarette butt free and maybe a little safer.  I'll go to court if it means maybe one more person things before chasing someone down or flipping that smoking butt out the window.  Spread the word and join me in some karma.

~Emily

I'm Not Asking For The Moon, Or Am I?

I pay for a service.  Ha ha!  That sounds almost dirty!  Let me rephrase that.  I pay for the "privilege" of playing an on-line massive multi-player blah blah blah (World of Warcraft).  I do this, for the opportunity to slay beasts with complete strangers, some of them being incredibly immature and obnoxious youth, and some of them being people I enjoy knowing on a pixel-basis.  I like being able to log in and either run around by myself, leveling a toon to the mighty level of 80 so I can do whatever level 80's do in their spare time, or with a group of pixel approved friends for a greater purpose.  This might be running instances for loots and fun, or doing dailies for to make money for all those most-have items.   Where am I going with this (besides sharing what an geek I can be)?

Well, for about the last maybe month, the game has been barely playable.  The lag has been intolerable.  When I kill a big fat ogre (I affectionately call them "fatties") I want to be able to immediately loot my treasure and move on to the next fattie.  That is the way of the game, and the way it normally is.  For the last few weeks things have not been like that.  For example, today it took me 40 minutes to log in.  I spent 20 minutes waiting for the character screen to come up, and then another 20 minutes at the loading screen.  Once I finally made it in, the game was still not playable.  There was a huge delay in interacting with the characters in the game-which made turning in quests, picking up quests or selling garbage in my bag impossible.  It's been like this every night I've tried to play for the last month.  Some nights you can patiently play through the lag.  Might I suggest a drinking game?  Every time you have to wait to loot take a drink.  Every time you have to wait to talk to an npc, take two drinks, etc. You get to the point where you really don't care about the lag, or playing for that matter.

But now to my point.  This is not the service I am paying for.  I am not paying to wait 40 minutes to log in. I'm not paying to sit and drink with my lap top while I attempt to play.  What completely blows my mind is that even though others complain, many many others, Blizzard Entertainment can't seem to be bothered with such trifle problems.  They blame my internet connection.  Yeah, nice try.  Try again.  I would be way less frustrated if they would acknowledge the instability of our server, and would even say that they are working on improving play-ability.  Oh, and it would be nice if they would credit my account at least a month of play time, for the month of un-play-ability.  Grrr.

~Emily

I hate SPAM

I am SOOO sick of these:
__________________________________________
From:  Ms.Hendrik Beuker
Subject:  UBS International Holdings BV (Business Proposal)
Date:  January 20, 2010 4:35:32 AM PST
To:  undisclosed-recipients:;
Reply-To:  hbeuker2010@aol.com


UBS International Holdings BV
Herengracht 600
NL-1017 CJ Amsterdam
www.ubs.com/investmentbank

Greetings,
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1, Full name
2, Contact phone and fax numbers
3, Occupation
4, Age
5, Marital status
6, Contact address (office or home)

contact me only at hbeuker2010@aol.com or  click on reply and send me your response.

Thank you for your time and attention.
Warmest Regards,
Mr.Beuker Hendrik
Investment Consultant.
UBS.
______________________________________
I want to email these people back and ask them why they think I'm stupid.  Do they know me?  Are they looking at my test scores?  And, why isn't there a better way to combat stupid spam/scan/enhance your midlands emails?  There are really smart people out there (they don't get sucked into these stupid emails), why haven't they found some way to send some sort of nasty something or other back to the jerk sending out the crap? A girl can dream I guess.  If you have any good ideas on how to deal with these kinds of emails please share! :)


~ Emily

Bacon Surprise

I think the box is labeled wrong....

"Northwest Gold, Premium Sliced Bacon"

She likes to get into everything, sniff everything, cover everything in her fur and just be a huge pest.  But we love her anyway.

~Emily

Puppy Approved

We decided it was time to get some new bedding.  The old stuff was getting, well, old and flat and it was just time to get new poofy stuff.  So about a month ago we ordered a new comforter and pillows from Eddie Bauer and got some new pillowcases and a cover for the comforter.

Everything arrived and we got things washed, fluffed and stuffed and made up the new bed.  I was out of the room for not even 3 minutes and then.....

I removed her, and turned around only to find her jumping back up on the bed and working her way back under the fold.  Naughty little thing...  but at least we know she approved of the new bedding!

~Emily

Today's Thought

Is it still called "walking the dog" if you are carrying the dog?

As I'm driving into work today I see an elderly couple walking down the street.  The elderly woman is holding the elderly man's arm.  In his other arm is a sturdy little weiner dog.  The little dog is adorable, sometimes he has a little plaid jacket on.  He always has a harness and a leash on.  The elderly man is always carrying him.  So there are a few thoughts I have about this.

1.  The elderly man has stolen the elderly woman's little dog and is trying to carry it away.  She is trying to stop him.

2.  The dog is actually the oldest of the group and in order for it to do anything but lay in one spot it must be carried.

3.  The dog is really a hand bag.

In all seriousness I think it's pretty sweet.  I hope that someday when I'm elderly I am able to walk with David while he carries puppy (becuase she needs to live a really really long time too).

~Emily

I Extremely Dislike Going to the Store (50% of the time)

Today was just a really stupid day at the store.  Maybe once a month I will have an experience t the grocery store that just makes me question, well, everything.

You've already read my post about the inbred crap hats that sexually harassed me at the store last month.  It wasn't something that personal this time, just a bunch of little things that added up to Emily having a serious case of the grrrrs.

Today I was only running in for a few things, including some roast beast sandwiches.  My first stop was the deli/sandwich area.  I ordered David's sandwich and that was all fine and dandy.  I order my sandwich and they don't have the bread I want.  They. Never. Have. The. Bread. I. Want.  (Seriously)   I don't understand how a STORE that has a BAKERY in it can run out of a popular bread at any time of day.  When I asked the gal making the sandwich this question she just looked at me like I was speaking in another language.  *sigh*

So I'm grumpy because I had to settle for a sandwich I really could have made at home only only to encounter the most wonderful people in the beer and cheese isle.  I seriously believe I went to the store the day all the Meth addicts decided to go.  There were several vapid, dirty, strung out looking people blocking the isle to stare mindlessly at the beer.  In my head I was pointing out to them that they were beyond the point of taste mattering and they should go for the pretty bottle.  Yeah.  That would have gone over well.  Instead I had to stand there sayind "excuse me" while they sort of made their way out of whatever fog they were in to realize I was asking them to MOVE.

It was like this just about every isle I went down-except the people varied.  The next isle is was the overwhelmed mom with like 4 out of control kids and she obviously didn't know what was going on, and really should have been in the store.  I think I almost came home with a strange child because one was trying to crawl into the bottom of my cart.  Is it really kidnapping if the kid wants to go home with you?  (I know... I'm just sayin...)

I finally became disgusted and just got in line before I was done.  In line, two people ahead of me was a woman who thought she was the coupon queen.  The queen proceeded to question and argue why she should be able to use all the coupons she was presenting the cashier.  I can honestly say, at that point, I understood what the cashier was thinking and was right there with her.  The woman in front of me joined the cashier and I when the queen accidentally dropped her envelope of coupons and they went everywhere and then she had some sort of panic attack.  The demon in me really wanted to hide one under my foot.  (And no, I didn't).

I hate the store.  I can say that I have been there at all times of the day and there is no good day or good time to go.  It is just one of those necessary evils.  All I can do is vent about it here.  Sorry.

~Emily