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It's basically like the old frontier days in the Wild West. They're fighting over water rights and once the original Host has been left standing at the altar, they feel no compunction to help facilitate the honeymoon when you eloped with the Best Man! That being said, douche-moves are the accepted fashion, when terminating a business relationship, which is just the suckiest thing on earth!
I, myself went through a similar thing recently when I switched ISPs from BrightHouse, which had been very good to me, but Verizon FIOS offered me fiberoptics, at T-3 speed, landline, for secure work over the phone and cable at a no-contract price that BH could not hope to match. I also have my own dedicated line. I knew BH was going to counter-offer and that is precisely what they did. I stood firm, because my new set up is far and away superior to what I had.
I also anticipated a shit-storm because, once you turn them down, or have ANY issue, with any type of service, be it banking (another fight with them) ISP, phones, if you do not accept their "scripted" responses, or accept what they will term is "policy" the knives come out and come out hard. I've never, EVER been abused so thoroughly as I have in recent months by my: supplemental Health insurance company that supplies transportation, to and from my appointments (I ended up getting the guy fired) my bank, when I reported a fraudulent charge and they closed my account WITHOUT my permission and now, BH. Their "Retention" department turned into a bitch of a shrew, when I tried to make an appointment to return my equipment. I repeated myself several times, asked for her supervisor and finally, got a commitment of that Friday, two days hence, to pick up the gear. Friday came and went and I started writing emails. I refused all of their calls and escalated my emails, re-sending the originals copies and my demands, stating that I would NOT be speaking with anyone on the phone.
I do this, not because I'm an asshole, although I am, but because I have Parkinsonsism and the concomitant emotional stress makes me ill, like PTSD. After my 3rd email, wherein I quoted Von Clausewitz about "War being an extension of diplomacy" and said something like, "come pick up your shit, or the next person you will hear from will be either the biggest shark of a consumer rights' lawyer I can find, or "8 On Your Side". The shit was picked up the next day.
What does all of this have to do with Hosting and Domains and all that good shit? Not much; just think of the domain as your address and the hosting is your garage. In this case, your address was held hostage by a hostile section of the "internet super highway" until you were able to recover it and place it with a friendlier garage.
One of the things I'm happy about is the fact that I can do all of that stuff myself. It may not be pretty, and I make lots of stupid mistakes, but I don't have to worry about hostiles, just idiots. Like Chrome. Believe it or not, I CANNOT post on my blog or answer anybody else's posts on Chrome, because, Google. They're so fucking stupid, it's unbelievable. So, I post and comment in Fire Fox and do everything else in Chrome. Chrome seems to think I need to use their stupid Drive. Piss on that! But that's a rant for another day! xoxo
9 hours, 37 minutes ago on I don’t understand the interwebz.
@marjoriemcatee @Andi RooThere are going to be people who cry about EVERYTHING! My blog is currently is in some kind of hideous snot-green theme, because someone told me that it was too hard to read the lighter letters on a darker background. For Pete's (f-ck's!) sake! It was written in Hacker Vision. Being legally blind and being, well, a computer person and by nature at a keyboard, 18 to 20 hours a day, most of us use a combination of colors called "Hacker Vision" and it is really a hell of a lot easier on the eyes. In my case especially. I cannot tolerate bright colors, or lights. I write in a dark room, with 2 very "dark" monitors that employ this software. Solution? Write the bitch in "Hacker Vision" and post it in whatever the hell my blog is looking like, these days. It is apparently legible, as I'm getting comments to pertinent posts. But seriously? I'm sure someone somewhere is getting up the nerve to say "Viola, about that booger-colored blog of yours..." Bite me.
5 days, 7 hours ago on Blogging from AtoZ 2014 #AtoZChallenge @AprilAtoZ
@Andi Roo @ViolaFuryThe only reason I'm not the mediocre mess is because I had you leading me out of the morass. That's the God's honest truth, my dear. I am still a hot mess when it comes to organization pretty much, remembering things, and I can kick-ass confuse people easier than anything! You are an amazing woman and helped me when I was so sick and so down, I didn't know how bad off I was. I'm proud to be your friend, surrogate mom, or just to share bandwidth with ya, baby! You Rule!!! xoxo
(and don't forget to pick a theme and be ready for Theme Reveal on March 21st, 2014)
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5 days, 8 hours ago on Blogging from AtoZ 2014 #AtoZChallenge @AprilAtoZ
Geeze, Andi, where to start?
We loved challenges so much we signed up for Bloggiesta (a whole 3-dayer) challenge and neither of us were ever heard from again! I'm rolling just writing this! I met you when you were in the midst of your "theme" A-to-Z challenge and was way too late to get signed up, but I waited on tenterhooks until it came around last year.
Last year was hilarious for the fact that as per usual, I had no clue, so I made me a spreadsheet and for some idiotic reason known only to moi (probably my inner-anus being anal) I had a cell for each letter and a description column and all these bells and whistles (I LOVE building spreadsheets and relational databases) as though I were going to hand this in to Arlee Bird at the end of the month and get graded on it. Well, that went out the window at letter "B", when instead of "Bravery" (huh?) I wrote about "Beethoven" and his 3rd symphony. So much for following my own shit, much less anyone else's.
The other hilarious thing was Gina Valley's letter "C" which was "Can't Remember the Alphabet" in which she bemoans the fact that she has taught and is very smart (no argument there), but has to sing the "Alphabet Song" every time she posted for the A-to-Z Challenge (I confess, after I ditched the spreadsheet, I had to do the same thing; who wants to post the letter "T" twice, or worse, post "M" and then go back and post "L") which I cackled and guffawed my way through, because not only was her post hilarious, but I had been binge-watching "World's Dumbest _________" and that week it was "World's Dumbest Drunks," so we had been treated to drunken idiots reciting the alphabet on the side of the road: "A" B" C" "D" "E" "F" G" and so forth...." sang one drunk old coot. But the most hilarious drunk was this woman who picked the "Alphabet Song" to sing at Karaoke. Who in the hell picks this to sing at Karaoke? If you're going to sing that, why not "Three Blind Mice" or "Row, Row, Row Your Boat"? I mean those are real crowd-pleasers, aren't they?
So this woman starts out, and sings "A" "A""A""A""A""A" I don't know this song". Another drunk gets up and tries to help her. Now, it's "A""B"B""A"A"B"... and so on. They never got past "B". So, I think of this every time I think of Gina's post.
Now, being the helpful soul that I am, I am part of DamyantiG's team this year, as she co-hosts. We're #teamDamyanti and we will be having Twitter Chats, at #AZChat which will be hosted by various members of our team. In my usual helpful fashion, I've offered up such themes as "Music", admittedly very broad, or "Serial Killers" which kinda narrows it down. One person even lamented that they were sorry it was only April and I helpfully pointed out that they could employ the Cyrillic Alphabet, for more letters, such as "ж" (sounds zhe) or "ю" ( sounds yoo) or "я" (sounds ya) and have an extra seven letters to play with!
But at any rate, my letter for "Q" last year was "Quixotic" and that harks back to good ol' Don Quixote, who tilted at windmills. I may do, "Quidnunc" this year, or "Quandary". Or, maybe Quiznos; I'm hungry! xoxo
1 week ago on Blogging from AtoZ 2014 #AtoZChallenge @AprilAtoZ
A-R, I'm thinking about using something like this, and probably a plug-in for my blog, since I regularly blow it up and then resuscitate it for fun. I need a calendar anyway, because the yo-yos who run the front office of my psychiatrist's practice, just up and quit calling to remind us all of our bi-monthly appointments, without telling anyone, because it "confuses the patients". This, after 3 years of expecting a call and I missed two appointments in a row. That bitch needs a new job; she's about the only person who can push my buttons to the point where I'm on the verge of taking hostages. But, I digress. Most def, yes. Some kinda calendar, because the one in my head sure as hell isn't working anymore. So, one for the blog and one for the wall! xoxo
2 weeks, 6 days ago on Should I use an editorial calendar?
I believe that that is about the most breath-takingly, stupid-ass,
dumb-shit thing I have ever heard come out of someone's mouth. Does this
cornhole not understand that ultimately we ALL do what we do for
OURSELVES? There has not been one goddamned thing worth a shit
accomplished in humankind's astonishing history, that didn't have at
it's core level self-interest at heart.
I play the
viola because it's my DRUG, man. If I can't have music I die. I know
that I'm doing it for myself! The fact that I can bring happiness to
others is so much the better. It's extremely difficult for me now,
because I can no longer perform in public and I play because I want to,
but I yearn, ache and bleed inside, because I NEED to be on a stage.
That aside, yes, I write for myself. Stephen King writes for himself.
Albert Einstein came up with E=MC2 for himself, because at some basic
level, he needed to feed that fire, that impulse to create.
out of the box, that fuckwhistle should understand that. Since man
started drawing on cave walls, they weren't doing it to re-decorate;
"Oog, this cave looks so drab; let's move the mastodon bones over here
and you can use some of those fire-things that are cooled and draw,"
says Eeka. "What is drawing you speak of?" asks Oog. "It's great! Just
do it! You've been grumpy since the last Ice Age!"
4 weeks ago on Is blogging good for the heart?
I believe that that is about the most breath-takingly, stupid-ass, dumb-shit thing I have ever heard come out of someone's mouth. Does this cornhole not understand that ultimately we ALL do what we do for OURSELVES? There has not been one goddamned thing worth a shit accomplished in humankind's astonishing history, that didn't have at it's core level self-interest at heart.
I play the viola because it's my DRUG, man. If I can't have music I die. I know that I'm doing it for myself! The fact that I can bring happiness to others is so much the better. It's extremely difficult for me now, because I can no longer perform in public and I play because I want to, but I yearn, ache and bleed inside, because I NEED to be on a stage. That aside, yes, I write for myself. Stephen King writes for himself. Albert Einstein came up with E=MC2 for himself, because at some basic level, he needed to feed that fire, that impulse to create.
Right out of the box, that fuckwhistle should understand that. Since man started drawing on cave walls, they weren't doing it to re-decorate; "Oog, this cave looks so drab; let's move the mastodon bones over here and you can use some of those fire-things that are cooled and draw," says Eeka. "What is drawing you speak of?" asks Oog. "It's great! Just do it! You've been grumpy since the last Ice Age!"
You get the picture and I completely understand you're WTF?? over this. Whoever this person is, they have a little to non-existent grasp on what makes people tick and what drives them and makes them happy. I suggest a public stoning; is Friday good for you? xoxo
@Andi Roo@ViolaFury Jeepers, I just don't know what is going on. I have a new system and Chrome is hating me on all 3 systems now, so I must have been very bad indeed! Yikes! I won't be singing, but my play a few notes here and there. JC was sick and in the hospital over the holidays and I have had the same thing, but goshamighty! once again, I've proven the doctors and conventional wisdom wrong! My COPD rather than worsening, is bettering (is that even a word?) my lung capacity is increasing and I did not get the pneumonia that poor JC was left with. I have a dull, simmering sinus-like annoyance. Anyway, now, I am happy, I really wish Google would quit trying to be all things to all people, as I can no longer blog on Chrome, I have to Blog from Fox as well. Dum-dums! Hugs and SQUEEE! Mary
2 months ago on My Three Words 2014: Part 2 – #MyThreeWords
This is interesting; I've been listening to Pandora Radio, and for the last 3 nights, I've been going back in time, from the 80s to the 60s. Last night, I had the awesome pleasure of hearing the Beatles' earliest recording of "Twist and Shout" which is so great! They're raw, not quite in tune, but full of energy and verve and just so damn full of promise! That time in music, 1963-ish was the time when we had the Yard Birds and the 59th Street Bridge, and "Feelin' Groovy" which I heard on the radio every 5 minutes when I was about 9.
It also was a demarcation as it left behind forever the very soft, fuzzy popular sounds of music and headed directly into 1964, which saw the rise of the Beatles and the Stones (great songwriters, terrible, terrible musicians) and the beginning of protest movements, consciousness awareness and edgy rock and roll. With the rise of Jimi Hendrix, The Doors and the Counter-culture movement, the country became divided in a way it had not been, since the Civil War. "There's Something Happenin' Here," by Buffalo Springfield, (what is it good for?") and by 1969, we had Neil Young singing "Tin Soldiers and Nixon's Coming" the era of complete and utter rebellion. But that sweet, sweet song was in my mind the other night, the song from a completely different era, when all things seemed possible. It is a lovely song, if not hopelessly naive. We were naive to think that our outrage in the 60s and our sit-ins, demonstrations and causes of the 60s would change anything either. Now, I wonder if we will not go the way of Lenin and the Bolsheviks after we've finally had enough of the Oligarchs. xoxo
FINALLY! I found a way to get around your Berlin Wall, Andi! I have been trying to weeks to post something, ANYTHING on your lovely bloggy-blog. Even being logged into livefyre let me do nothing. Being on my new computer, let me do nothing. So, back to the ol' Fire Fox. Google is stupid! Chrome is stupid! Chrome now tells me to login to my "online" drive, with the same info that I've already logged into to insert a picture into my own Blogger blog. I haven't even read this post, but if you're going to sing, I want to hear! I'm just happy I can finally post! xoxo
How about this? Merry Fucking Christmas, y'all! I hate that semantics has become the weapon of choice. George Orwell predicted this and he was an absolute dead-on prognosticator. Jesus, Santa, Christmas is about the spirit of giving. Here's one for ya: years ago, when I worked at Verizon, I was trained for a new program by a young man named Hari Venugopal, from Chennai, India. We worked side by side for about 6 weeks on a new mainframe set-up. While waiting for some program or other to compile, the conversation drifted around to Christmas. "Are you kidding me? We love Christmas inIndia! We do Christmas all over the place in India!" He then proceeded to show me some pictures of Christmas in India. It looked like a cross between a Bollywood spectacular, one of the old Irving Berlin movies in loud Technicolor, with tinsel. Lots and lots of tinsel. And elephants; a baby elephant in the creche, representing Jesus. In this country, it would be a Christmas pageant I once played. So, the haters can just keep on hatin' and we can just keep on loving it and "do Christmas" any damn way we please! And remember, I'm not a Christian, I'm a Catholic! :D xoxo
2 months, 3 weeks ago on The War on Christmas is bullshit.
Well Andi, lots here. First off, I didn't even know that there was to be a live production of "The Sound of Music". From personal experience, a live performance is always a crapshoot. I've been in orchestras in pits, and chamber orchestras, and in rock groups that have ended up on Tee Vee. Let me get the most glaring thing out of the way first. Although I love the way I play, I look fucking strange to myself! Just. . . no. At any rate, sound production and engineering is always so much easier to control IN the booth AFTER the performance. There is just no way to guarantee what the mix is going to sound like. People who have never played in either setting have no clue, so they already have their heads up their asses. I KNOW what it takes. I've played with everyone from Bobby Vinton, Johnny Mathis, to Styx, Queensryche, Alan Parsons Project and in the Tampa Opera for 12 seasons, where nothing was engineered and everything was live. We even set Mimi on fire during "La Boheme," by Puccini. She was supposed to die of TB, but I think the orchestra was rebellious that year. Just kidding.
As to pitch. I have perfect pitch. Playing a non-fretted instrument and having to take vocal lessons and piano lessons as part of my major (a complete waste of good time spent with my viola) I sing pretty damn well. You do too; as I've heard you. I've played with so-called "celebrities" who couldn't find the pitch with both hands and a flashlight. One was so bad, he had no tonal center whatsoever. One note would be flat, the next sharp. Pulling pitches up and down, whilst playing live made me realize, that there were days I wasn't grossly overpaid.
Live Tee Vee extravaganzas like that are usually always bad, primarily because they are done so seldom.Opera on the other hand, goes like clockwork, because it's always live, as are huge orchestral concerts. You know you've reached some kind of pinnacle when you can step in and sight-read a concert, which I was called upon to do a few times, when emergencies arose in orchestras I was not a member of. But then, from the time I was a little kid, I knew I was going to play something. I guess I should tell you too, that Ludwig van Beethoven and I share the same birthday; little wonder, eh?
I've heard Carrie Underwood sing; on Jimmie Fallon recently and she is an excellent singer. She hammed it up pretty good too. Opera singers also have to act. They do not just stand around and holler. They murder each other, commit incest and have wars. I love opera! xoxo
3 months ago on Sound of Music Q&A
Rather than this being about the patterning after the "Thug" state of the USA, I liken this more to the "Thug" state of the now Chavez-less Venezuela. Killing off 1-payee health care, fettering the CBC are more typically moves made by a true dictatorship. We here in the States have already made clear that we care not about our children's nor our grand-children's futures, when we elected Bush Jr, along with Cheney and his pack of swine. We hoped for better with Obama, but here's our real problem: we have ceased to care or learn about Constitutional freedoms and what it means to preserve them, and thus, we have earned our mess. It is not too late for Canada. As a born and raised Michigander, I have some very deep fondness for the country "south of Detroit" and would like to see it flourish.
8 months, 1 week ago on Access denied | Foreign Policy
@Me either... not sure how I would react, with the Asperger Syndrome and all, so it's probably a good thing.
1 year, 3 months ago on I Got My First Hate Mail!
I understand about not reading what you've written. I am a big idea person myself. I've got enough material to self-publish a book of my posts from a blog I started when I was homeless. One thing you shouldn't do, DJ. Don't denigrate your writing. I come from a batch of folks who took writing and the art of using language pretty seriously, although everything else pretty much slap-dash. They were wielders of the pen and masters both verbal and written. Just because we're typing into the cyber sphere and in short chunks, doesn't mean we're not writing. You rock.
1 year, 3 months ago on I Promise To Go Back and Reply To All Your Comments!
Haven't pestered ya in a while and I chose the perfect topic to weigh in on. So you get the 'hood's opinion, yo, straight from Nebraska Ave., 33605. Why not? I gotz a lady who does my grill for 10 bucks, next door to where they bust out the bangers and the tats and hos be splittin' it, no?
I say go for it. I have red, curly hair at age 56. Luckily, I can get away with doing very little to it. I had the years of doing the spa treatment and all that at 100 bucks a pop, when I was playing viola professionally and on stage. It's all good. I loved hearing about the dog and subway. Didn't know she could go on Rapid Transit. My cat cannot here. The damned zombies here would eat her.
1 year, 3 months ago on I Just Found Out I Spend More On My Haircuts Than My Girlfriend
I love the fact too, that we spend all of this time and effort caring for and fretting over our pets. Yet, the yahoos who send hate mail to dj has thrown him into his hate-stew along with the real animal Himmlers out there. Gah. Now, I have real anger issues. I need a prozac-like calming collar! Seriously, it's mind-boggling, what we do for our pampered little guys and gals.
1 year, 4 months ago on I Got My First Hate Mail!
You just got the big WELCOME TO FB! Where no one is too stupid or too crazy to call you on anything. I once went on a Romney Rant and a woman I had worked with in a "virtual office" 2 years prior, told me to "grow up and act professional." Okay, gee, I didn't realize all those stupid cat pictures, spam, and dumb political rants, including my own were the equivalent of a business office. Quick, where's my suit and salary!?! There went that friend. I find that with a few exceptions, FB can be a bit intolerant and at times, the kooks follow you to Twitter, which is like a 24-hour cocktail party. When an event is happening, that can be wildly entertaining. I digress. This haterz Engrish was bad, as well. I liked his ambiguous use of "a owner." It should have read "a owner of an cat." Just to balance things out. If he follows you home, have him picked up by the Dog Pound. Good post.@ViolaFury
So sad, but you're human. You have to start forgiving yourself, or cutting yourself some slack. You nailed this perfectly and very logically and explained your limitations. I wept. Congrats. Besides almost punching a cat, you made an old lady cry. Happy now? @ViolaFury
1 year, 4 months ago on I Nearly Punched My Cat Tonight
It's nice of you to own up to it, but you're a very nice and honest guy. I've had to apologize, for something that was meant to be playful and wasn't taken that way. We all have done it. We do the adult thing and move on back to fun kid, jokey, poo-poo jokes and stuff. I hope the pizza was good. Still chasing down that Ybor pizza. Maybe the hoodlums will let me out. Actually, there's a joint up the street that delivers killer angus beef burgers all the way, to-die-for real lamb gyros with extra tzadziki sauce and it's all fresh. The dumb guy has had to go back twice out of 4 times for my extra sauce, but it's less than a mile; I think he just likes to rip and run, up and down Nebraska Ave, 33605. Later.@ViolaFury
1 year, 4 months ago on Twitter Fight!