Is it illegal cable if you get it by accident?
Scott had a tv which was touchy. He bought the floor demo model because it was $200 off. I never buy the floor model. It's kinda like buying a rental or finding your wife in a whorehouse. Not a wise choice.
He wanted a new tv. My parents bought me a new tv for Christmas the year before I moved in with Scott. Brand new. It's been sitting unused in the back room since I moved in. I suggested we bring it out and use it. Nope. It's too small he said. Not good enough you mean. It's good enough, just to small. After having a 13" tv for 11 years, I think a 20" is wonderful. But I must be alone in this thinking.
Everytime he brought up wanting a new tv, I reminded him that I had a perfectly fine tv in the other room.
One weekend his sister and her husband come down. The three of them go to Best Buy. I decide to stay home. He comes home with a tv. I wasn't too happy about that. It was one of those HDTVs.
They hook it up as I take my book and sit outside reading. Well, sulking really, but that's beside the point.
The next day after they leave he's channel surfing and happier than a pig in mud and he comes up to the higher channels. Not regular channels. These are numbered 74-25, 74-26, etc. These were on demand movie channels. The problem is we don't subscribe to these channels, nor do we have any control over them. Someone somewhere is scrolling through the different movies and genres as we watch, helpless to make suggestings and wagering bets on what the legitimate subscriber will end up watching.
We realized this as someone was watching a Wesley Snipes movie. It was the end and 5 times they rewound to watch the last 90 seconds. We couldn't figure out why. The dialog was clear, the back ground unremarkable, what where they looking for?
There's hundreds of these channels. I've kept a watch on many of these and deleted them out of the line-up if there was nothing on them when I checked at scheduled and random times. Yes, I know, I need a life, I keep checking ebay, but there's nothing available in my size.
So when there is nothing else on, we'll scan the illegal channels to see what someone else is watching. People watch cartoons at midnight on a school night and porn at 7.30 AM on Sunday.
Last night all the illegal channels were busy. Everyone was watching movies. This weekend The Longest Yard was popular. Right now I'm typing this as someone somewhere is treating themselves to a Sex in the City marathon.
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Thursday, November 10, 2005
guilt trip, now boarding
listening to: CSI Las Vegas
Whiskey is:passed out
Scott is on his way to Arkansas to see his mom if he isn't there already. He has tomorrow off. He called me at work and ask if I wanted to go with him. If I did, he was going to wait until tomorrow after I got off work. If not, then he would be gone before I got home. He was packing when he called. I like his family and all, but since I don't have much in common with him, they are hard to talk to. Plus since we take Whiskey with us, I have to watch and worry about him. His mom has two dogs, one is timid around dogs she doesn't really know, and the other is a hyper male that gets a bit territoral and starts to pee in the house. Then Whiskey starts to do it too for what ever dog reason even though he is very well house trained. At his sister's new place in the country, I'm not comfortable with their fence. It's fine for their 3 older dogs, but I'm not sure I trust Whiskey around it. So when we're up there I have to worry about him. Then Scott gets upset if he's running out of control or I'm having a hard time controling him. I offered to board him for the weekend but Scott didn't seem thrilled with that. Even though he bitches about the dog hair in his truck, he didn't see the point in boarding him.
His family is a go-go-go type and everyone goes everywhere together and sometimes I just want to be alone, sit and read. Scott makes me feel like a killjoy because of it. And that's another thing. He's always wanting me to go with him places. Sometimes I go even though I could care less about jeep parts and electronics. Sometimes I want to stay home. If I don't want to go, then he stays home and mopes and sighs and says he's restless. And oh, heavens, if I go somewhere by myself, I come home to a hurt little boy who is pouting because he was left behind. Either that or he thinks I'm out with my friends he doesn't like doing things he doesn't approve of and I get the silent treatmet.
And I haven't wrote any more on the nanowrimo novel.
Whiskey is:passed out
Scott is on his way to Arkansas to see his mom if he isn't there already. He has tomorrow off. He called me at work and ask if I wanted to go with him. If I did, he was going to wait until tomorrow after I got off work. If not, then he would be gone before I got home. He was packing when he called. I like his family and all, but since I don't have much in common with him, they are hard to talk to. Plus since we take Whiskey with us, I have to watch and worry about him. His mom has two dogs, one is timid around dogs she doesn't really know, and the other is a hyper male that gets a bit territoral and starts to pee in the house. Then Whiskey starts to do it too for what ever dog reason even though he is very well house trained. At his sister's new place in the country, I'm not comfortable with their fence. It's fine for their 3 older dogs, but I'm not sure I trust Whiskey around it. So when we're up there I have to worry about him. Then Scott gets upset if he's running out of control or I'm having a hard time controling him. I offered to board him for the weekend but Scott didn't seem thrilled with that. Even though he bitches about the dog hair in his truck, he didn't see the point in boarding him.
His family is a go-go-go type and everyone goes everywhere together and sometimes I just want to be alone, sit and read. Scott makes me feel like a killjoy because of it. And that's another thing. He's always wanting me to go with him places. Sometimes I go even though I could care less about jeep parts and electronics. Sometimes I want to stay home. If I don't want to go, then he stays home and mopes and sighs and says he's restless. And oh, heavens, if I go somewhere by myself, I come home to a hurt little boy who is pouting because he was left behind. Either that or he thinks I'm out with my friends he doesn't like doing things he doesn't approve of and I get the silent treatmet.
And I haven't wrote any more on the nanowrimo novel.
Thursday, November 03, 2005
back?
listening to: the breeze through the window
reading: Sarum by Edward Rutherfurd
Whiskey is: outside sleeping in the sun
I'm doing NaNoWriMo this year. I tried to do it a few years ago, but didn't get very far, like 2,000 words or so. I didn't start until yesterday while Scott was out bowling, got 1,070 words out.
Yesterday I also surfed blogs of other NaNo'ers and found a couple of cute counters.
I'll try to figure out how to put one in the margin later.
I'm on vacation this week. It's been nice and quiet around here. Just me, Whiskey (the dog) and Cotton, the cat. Been a long time since I have updated. After my last post life has been pretty much, well, boring. Go to work, come home, go to bed and repeat.
Occassionally me and Scott will have a blowup, he'll give me the silent treatment for a few days or weeks and I'll go on like things are normal between us until he either starts talking to me again, or we have another fight.
Over the weekend we went to my parents house. Scott is in a 4x4 club and they were doing a run not far from where they live. Scott wanted to go and take me with him. I'm not much into that sort of thing so my brother went with him instead. Me and mom ran around a bit then worked in the back yard Sat afternoon and Sun morning until we left.
We got in Friday night. I turned the dog loose in the backyard while we unloaded the truck. Didn't think anything of it. He comes in and about 30 min later wants to go back out. My brother goes to the door to open in and tells Whiskey to 'beware of those skunks'. As he opens the door he looks up and there in spotlight of the light is a skunk. Before he could stop him, Whiskey was out the door and around the corner of the deck. I ran out there and started yelling for Whiskey. I could see the dog but the skunk was just out of sight around th corner of the deck. After the third time calling him, he came and I grabbed his collar and hauled him off to the other side of the yard. My parents were standing at the door, "did he get sprayed?" they were yelling.
I could smell skunk, but it was faint and I couldn't tell if Whiskey was sprayed or not. Dad brought out his leash and Mom came out for a smell. He did get hit but it was a light misting. You could only smell it on him if you got down close to him. We didn't have tomato juice so mom made a mixture of peroxide and dish soap and I sponged down his head, chest and forelegs. That seemed to help and after much debate and dog sniffing decided to bring him back in the house. There was a slight oder of skunk, but we didn't know if it was embedded in our sinus, coming from outside, or from the dog.
He hasn't been skinking much and only if you buried your nose in the scruff of his neck were you able to smell skunk. I soaked his collar in peroxide and dish soap and that took care of most of the smell in that. Scott can't smell anything but Whiskey got a bath yesterday and I turned him out back to sun dry while I cleaned out the bathtub and took a bath myself.
An hour later he was pretty well dried off, soft and damn shiny.
In other news, I got bored with my job (if you want to call it that) working in graphics. I would ask in the morning when my supervisor (if you want to call him that) if there was any thing I could do. No, he said but he'll look for something. Then I would ask after lunch and get the same answer. 'I only have enough to keep us (the other 3 designers) busy, sorry. So I started to think about some of the other depts I wouldn't mind working in. And started going to them asking if they had anything I could help them out on. I wrote a few press releases and asked about an opening in education. They were getting ready to hire someone, I was told. (Six months later and they still are getting ready to hire someone).
So I wandered over to marketing and told the Kay, the Director of Marketing, about my bordom. She said she needed to go through our licensing contracts to see what is about to expire, what has expired and create a database for it all since the spreadsheet she made was not working out. So I trot myself down to the IT dept and ask someone to help me make a database. Then I went through a shit load of contracts and got them put in the database. Then Kay had me call some of the licensors who were about to expire and ask them if they wanted an extension and draw up an addendum for the extension. I was working in licensing as well as graphics. Since graphics took only a few hours a week to keep up with, I didn't mind.
Then as I started taking over licensing it was taking more and more time and I started asking Kay to take me out of graphics and put me in marketing. I could still handle graphics but it was getting old. Then Kay calls me into her office first thing one morning and tells me a new big project is starting up and it needs a mommy and she recommended to the CEO that I be the mommy. She said that of all the people in marketing, I'm the only one she doesn't need to baby sit and knows I can get it done. She has high hopes for this project, a sewing club of sorts. I wouldn't join this club as I don't think it's worth it, but she has high hopes for it. It launched in Aug and we only have 10 people signed up so far. She's blaming our dealers for not promoting it and I'm secretly blaming whoever thought this would be a good idea.
So finally an intern was hired a few weeks ago and I've handed him all of my graphics work, (what little there was to begin with) and trained him on how to do it. I don't think the graphics supervisor is very happy about it, because he kinda had an attitude that it was uncreative grunt work and he didn't want his creative people to get bogged down with it. Now it is his responsibilty and as of Nov 1 I don't consider myself as a part time graphics person anymore. And to make it official, before I left for vacation, I sent out an email to the necessary people saying I am no longer doing that and if you have any questions, ask him, not me.
I'm happier in licensing. Kay has trusted me to negotiate contracts up to 10% and $5,000 advance. Anything over that has to go through her and she won't go over 10% and if they want over $5,000 advance then it better be a damn hot property that we can't live without.
I go through submitted artwork as well and have the icky job of sending some of it back with sterile rejection letters. But on the other hand I get to call some of them and tell them we love their stuff and offer them a contract. Some are so happy that they will take the straight 7% no advance contract I send them. Others are prima donnas who want $15,000 per collection with at least 3 collections a year. I don't think so. "That's what your cometitor has been paying me for my art" And why are you leaving them again? "Because they aren't releasing as many collections a year as I want." I can see why, your art is ugly, probably doesn't sell well and they don't have the budget for your sorry ass. That was one rejection letter I enjoyed sending out.
reading: Sarum by Edward Rutherfurd
Whiskey is: outside sleeping in the sun
I'm doing NaNoWriMo this year. I tried to do it a few years ago, but didn't get very far, like 2,000 words or so. I didn't start until yesterday while Scott was out bowling, got 1,070 words out.
Yesterday I also surfed blogs of other NaNo'ers and found a couple of cute counters.
I'll try to figure out how to put one in the margin later.
I'm on vacation this week. It's been nice and quiet around here. Just me, Whiskey (the dog) and Cotton, the cat. Been a long time since I have updated. After my last post life has been pretty much, well, boring. Go to work, come home, go to bed and repeat.
Occassionally me and Scott will have a blowup, he'll give me the silent treatment for a few days or weeks and I'll go on like things are normal between us until he either starts talking to me again, or we have another fight.
Over the weekend we went to my parents house. Scott is in a 4x4 club and they were doing a run not far from where they live. Scott wanted to go and take me with him. I'm not much into that sort of thing so my brother went with him instead. Me and mom ran around a bit then worked in the back yard Sat afternoon and Sun morning until we left.
We got in Friday night. I turned the dog loose in the backyard while we unloaded the truck. Didn't think anything of it. He comes in and about 30 min later wants to go back out. My brother goes to the door to open in and tells Whiskey to 'beware of those skunks'. As he opens the door he looks up and there in spotlight of the light is a skunk. Before he could stop him, Whiskey was out the door and around the corner of the deck. I ran out there and started yelling for Whiskey. I could see the dog but the skunk was just out of sight around th corner of the deck. After the third time calling him, he came and I grabbed his collar and hauled him off to the other side of the yard. My parents were standing at the door, "did he get sprayed?" they were yelling.
I could smell skunk, but it was faint and I couldn't tell if Whiskey was sprayed or not. Dad brought out his leash and Mom came out for a smell. He did get hit but it was a light misting. You could only smell it on him if you got down close to him. We didn't have tomato juice so mom made a mixture of peroxide and dish soap and I sponged down his head, chest and forelegs. That seemed to help and after much debate and dog sniffing decided to bring him back in the house. There was a slight oder of skunk, but we didn't know if it was embedded in our sinus, coming from outside, or from the dog.
He hasn't been skinking much and only if you buried your nose in the scruff of his neck were you able to smell skunk. I soaked his collar in peroxide and dish soap and that took care of most of the smell in that. Scott can't smell anything but Whiskey got a bath yesterday and I turned him out back to sun dry while I cleaned out the bathtub and took a bath myself.
An hour later he was pretty well dried off, soft and damn shiny.
In other news, I got bored with my job (if you want to call it that) working in graphics. I would ask in the morning when my supervisor (if you want to call him that) if there was any thing I could do. No, he said but he'll look for something. Then I would ask after lunch and get the same answer. 'I only have enough to keep us (the other 3 designers) busy, sorry. So I started to think about some of the other depts I wouldn't mind working in. And started going to them asking if they had anything I could help them out on. I wrote a few press releases and asked about an opening in education. They were getting ready to hire someone, I was told. (Six months later and they still are getting ready to hire someone).
So I wandered over to marketing and told the Kay, the Director of Marketing, about my bordom. She said she needed to go through our licensing contracts to see what is about to expire, what has expired and create a database for it all since the spreadsheet she made was not working out. So I trot myself down to the IT dept and ask someone to help me make a database. Then I went through a shit load of contracts and got them put in the database. Then Kay had me call some of the licensors who were about to expire and ask them if they wanted an extension and draw up an addendum for the extension. I was working in licensing as well as graphics. Since graphics took only a few hours a week to keep up with, I didn't mind.
Then as I started taking over licensing it was taking more and more time and I started asking Kay to take me out of graphics and put me in marketing. I could still handle graphics but it was getting old. Then Kay calls me into her office first thing one morning and tells me a new big project is starting up and it needs a mommy and she recommended to the CEO that I be the mommy. She said that of all the people in marketing, I'm the only one she doesn't need to baby sit and knows I can get it done. She has high hopes for this project, a sewing club of sorts. I wouldn't join this club as I don't think it's worth it, but she has high hopes for it. It launched in Aug and we only have 10 people signed up so far. She's blaming our dealers for not promoting it and I'm secretly blaming whoever thought this would be a good idea.
So finally an intern was hired a few weeks ago and I've handed him all of my graphics work, (what little there was to begin with) and trained him on how to do it. I don't think the graphics supervisor is very happy about it, because he kinda had an attitude that it was uncreative grunt work and he didn't want his creative people to get bogged down with it. Now it is his responsibilty and as of Nov 1 I don't consider myself as a part time graphics person anymore. And to make it official, before I left for vacation, I sent out an email to the necessary people saying I am no longer doing that and if you have any questions, ask him, not me.
I'm happier in licensing. Kay has trusted me to negotiate contracts up to 10% and $5,000 advance. Anything over that has to go through her and she won't go over 10% and if they want over $5,000 advance then it better be a damn hot property that we can't live without.
I go through submitted artwork as well and have the icky job of sending some of it back with sterile rejection letters. But on the other hand I get to call some of them and tell them we love their stuff and offer them a contract. Some are so happy that they will take the straight 7% no advance contract I send them. Others are prima donnas who want $15,000 per collection with at least 3 collections a year. I don't think so. "That's what your cometitor has been paying me for my art" And why are you leaving them again? "Because they aren't releasing as many collections a year as I want." I can see why, your art is ugly, probably doesn't sell well and they don't have the budget for your sorry ass. That was one rejection letter I enjoyed sending out.
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