Monday, April 01, 2013
Friday, April 27, 2012
Is it really so complicated?
On Apr 27, 2012, at 20:05, Uncle Paul wrote
I bought another one already for a lot more from somebody who sent their phone number. Not interested any more. Good luck with it.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
small black dog found (oakland west)
Date: 2011-12-29, 10:56PM PST
Reply to: your anonymous craigslist address will appear here
hint: if you had put your phone number on address in the tag as well you'd have him back already
Tuesday, December 06, 2011
So the other day I was ruminating on a nasty email to send as a response to this horrible service that doesn't honor unsubscribes. Well, instead I came home for a second mid day and the ticket lady was writing someone a ticket. This, while parked pretty much in the middle of the street beside two spaces she could have easily parked in – with her car door open so it was impossible to pass. It's typical – they don't care about traffic or even the reasons behind why parking tickets are supposed to be for the common good. They are just people who want to make money and have a little power trip with their bit of authority.
So, even though she was already giving me the stink eye for looking at her, I nicely asked her if she could please close her door so that I could pass by. She said “ I'll do that as soon as I have posted this ticket on the vehicle.” The ticket was already in her hand, so she did the DMV style slo-mo walk to the car and turned to also walk as slowly with exaggerated hip swinging as possible the 6 steps to her car. But yes, I already had a line ready to deliver so I figured she might as well hear it.
I smiled and said “You know, despite the deep disdain I have for your ilk, it's never ceases to amaze me how you can always manage to sink to even more contemptible depths.” Her sour look was unchanged, and she made sure to dick around a little after getting in her car before closing the door. She must have known I was laughing at her wretched existence.
My only regret is not taking a photo of her parking job to post with this.
Labels: another horrible ticket lady
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Comet, will make your mouth turn green
Comet, it tastes like gasoline
Comet, will make you vomit
So buy Comet, and vomit, today!
(song from my childhood)
I ran out out Comet and at Safeway I found a cleaner called Bon Ami. I know it's been around like, forever. I have seen vintage signs at antique stores! Seems relatively nontoxic, and promised not to scratch. Goodness, why didn't I know about this before? No, it' doesn't cut through the grime as quickly as Comet but it's not harsh at all and I felt fine about using it on my stainless pots and pans – and scrubbed away years of burned on stains on the outsides of them! Almost as rewarding as cleaning off old motorcyle parts and revealing the shiny machine beneath the dirt. So I've been on a program of using pots and pans I have not used for a long time, and getting them all shiny again. And actually, it's a great time to get rid of pots and pans I never seem to use for anything.
Labels: Bon Ami Who knew?
Friday, October 14, 2011
The first job I did on my own when I started this business was with a friend. Put in an electrical subpanel and rewired most of the house. Remodeled the bath and kitchen ultra low budget. He called me a few months later and said that when he turned on the washing machine at the same time as the toaster the lights dimmed and faltered. This caused me much consternation. As in, I wondered if I was making a big mistake with my life if I could screw up such an obvious thing - they are all on separate circuits and should not affect each other. I called Clif and said, whatever it is, fix it on my dime. He called my friend and asked him to go outside and describe the transformer on the telephone pole. From the description he identified it as an obsolete and likely malfunctioning transformer and that PGE would replace it. They did it at no cost. I never would have even guessed. Experience matters sometimes.