Well Well

All's well, and for now....it has ended well enough. I have a new box, but getting to this point was literally an ordeal. Customer Service has really gone down a lot, and I don't know how some of these companies continue to stay in business. Both DirecTV and Fedex had horrible phone representatives, and I won't belabor and write every screwup they did in this particular case, but most of the time it was like pulling teeth. And the irony of it all? I am not even that big a television person. Besides specific shows, I am the type of person who, most of the time, keeps television off. I know some people like to keep it on as "company," but a lot of evenings I just like silence. The worst thing for me was losing everything stored on my DVR, like four episodes of "Southland," which I had planned to see this weekend. Plus, my episode at "Anderson" was there, but oh well, what are you going to do?

Mercury Retrograding

Oh, how I despise Mercury Retrograde. I am trying to calm myself right now. technical things have been going haywire. I got home, and all of a sudden my cable box won't turn on, and it really pissed me off. I call DirecTV and it took me a couple of tries, going through hurdles on their phone system until I get a Tech Support person, and we exhaust all possibilities until it is realized that I need a new box, and one won't get to me until three business days and by all calculation that will not happen until Saturday, so here is hoping and crossing fingers that it arrives bY Saturday, and with all these delays and what-nots I won't be surprised if it does not arrive by ten. I hate to be cynical but there you go. And then we keep on trying to call Bombet and we cannot connect. All wires are getting crossed and it really wound me up, and I am still wound up right this very minute and I am just trying my damndest to calm myself down right now so I thought I would write. I mean, i don't even watch a lot of television, and oh, wait for this, what would be worse is that everything that I have DVR'd in there will be gone once I get a new box, so that was another thing that pissed me off.  Oh Lord help me. 

As Today

I feel like I have not written here, and maybe I just need some kind of inspiration. The year hasn't so far been the kindest, but it has gotten a lot better, and I know it will continue to be even better. Valentine's Day is coming up in a day or two and I don't feel anything about it. Year after year it means les and less, and to think ten years ago I would have gone into deep depression by now. But I guess with age comes apathy. Or maybe I have just given up, and that's not necessarily the worst thing in the world.

Anti-Social

A quiet Saturday night beckons. A week ago I was in WeHo at The Abbey and while it was nice and a lot of fun, I can't help but think that I couldn't possibly do that every week. At this point in my life, it would be too much excitement! Right now I am just doing laundry - I have three weeks' worth to do - and I could barely contain myself. That's what old age does, I guess. My brother's group of friends are having a SuperBowl party tomorrow and they are doing the hard invite, but I honestly would be much more content being at home, seeing the Madonna part of the festivities, and then going back to reading, or watching my BluRays. Am I getting anti-social in my elderyears?

The Book Of Mormon

1. There is a guy who owns one of the companies we order supply from. He is one of those older jovial guys - nice but probably one of those conservative Republican types (if I am to go by stereotypes) So anyway, he was at the office and out of the blue went to my desk and said, "Hey Buddy...are you ready for the big game on Sunday?" I assume he is talking about the Superbowl, of course. I played along, and he started talking about football stats and I thought, I hope my eyes weren't glossing over. But the more important thing was, I guess I can still pull of "straight" because why else would he, all of a sudden, talk to me about sports. Bizarre.

2. Our secretary, Jacky, started telling me a story earlier. She said she took her husband, who does construction work, to this family who wanted to have extensions done to their house. In the process of their conversation, the woman told her that she just recently disowned her 13 year old on. The reason: he came out to her. Jacky was saying how bad she felt about the kid, and she said it was probably because the family were Mormons. I told her these people were despicable. Mormons can have as many wives as they want, but they cannot accept a gay son.