If you received this email from your isp a couple of days after signing up, what would you assume?
"Dear Amy
Please find below following username and available ADSL date
Username : jaymeekae
Install date : 30/08/2004
Thanks"
If you're anything like me, you'd assume that this meant that the install date for your adsl would be 30.08.04... but you'd be wrong.
You'd probably try to connect to adsl a few times on that date, and wonder what time it was gonna happen. And then eventually get through on their phone number where the tech support lackey would tell you something along the lines of:
"Yeah, I don't really know, I can't find any information about your connection date, i don't know where that date came from, and I don't know when you'll be connected. Ring back tomorrow, Bye."
You would have paid £50 set up fee for this, and would probably be a bit pissed off.
Monday, August 30, 2004
Friday, August 27, 2004
just spilling time
You know things are boring when the most exciting thing you did all day was drop off some photos to be printed (not even collect them), and you're looking forward to starting an admin job.
Actually I have a pretty good feeling about this new job. It starts on Tuesday. It's at a Solicitors and is pretty well paid. It'll be the usual typing malarky, but, well like i say, I just have a good feeling about it. It's highly likely to be misplaced optimism but we'll see.
Ooh also, I bought a new pc, amd athlon xp3200, 120gb hard drive, 512mb ram, dvdrw, video card with tv out, £350($620) (including shipping). <3 Ebay. I'm thinking I'm going to upgrade to a 160gb hard drive which the guy says he'll do for £15 extra. But I don't want the stupid fancy pants case it comes with, so he's gonna email me some other plainer options tomorrow which will hopefully knock a bit off again.
Apart from that, all I have to say is that i can't *wait* for uni to start now. I'm a bit nervous about freshers week and stuff but i'm sure it'll be ok once things get going. On the first weekend we have a meet and greet thing which is for people to take their families too, and since I'm already up here and moved in, my parents aren't here and so I'll be going on my own. It'll just be that first 10 seconds after I walk in that will be bad, then hopefully I'll spot someone to start a conversation with.
Oh also, I'm away next week at a friend's wedding. A friend my age! It sounds nuts but they've been together forever and stuff. Anyway, that's pretty exciting. Need to buy a new outfit. Omg and a hat! Oh I'm oddly nervous about seeing friends again though since I missed the hen weekend and have kind of been bad about keeping in touch since Europe. Hopefully they won't be too pissed at me, and I know a few other people have gone awol too. Oh and I did send my high school best friend a post card for the first time ever in my life so hopefully that will have scored me some points. Anyway I think I might be needed to give people lifts so they can't stay mad at me.
Actually I have a pretty good feeling about this new job. It starts on Tuesday. It's at a Solicitors and is pretty well paid. It'll be the usual typing malarky, but, well like i say, I just have a good feeling about it. It's highly likely to be misplaced optimism but we'll see.
Ooh also, I bought a new pc, amd athlon xp3200, 120gb hard drive, 512mb ram, dvdrw, video card with tv out, £350($620) (including shipping). <3 Ebay. I'm thinking I'm going to upgrade to a 160gb hard drive which the guy says he'll do for £15 extra. But I don't want the stupid fancy pants case it comes with, so he's gonna email me some other plainer options tomorrow which will hopefully knock a bit off again.
Apart from that, all I have to say is that i can't *wait* for uni to start now. I'm a bit nervous about freshers week and stuff but i'm sure it'll be ok once things get going. On the first weekend we have a meet and greet thing which is for people to take their families too, and since I'm already up here and moved in, my parents aren't here and so I'll be going on my own. It'll just be that first 10 seconds after I walk in that will be bad, then hopefully I'll spot someone to start a conversation with.
Oh also, I'm away next week at a friend's wedding. A friend my age! It sounds nuts but they've been together forever and stuff. Anyway, that's pretty exciting. Need to buy a new outfit. Omg and a hat! Oh I'm oddly nervous about seeing friends again though since I missed the hen weekend and have kind of been bad about keeping in touch since Europe. Hopefully they won't be too pissed at me, and I know a few other people have gone awol too. Oh and I did send my high school best friend a post card for the first time ever in my life so hopefully that will have scored me some points. Anyway I think I might be needed to give people lifts so they can't stay mad at me.
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
bad mood
deep sigh. I've had this rant building up for a while, and now i kind of feel like getting started on it, but now i'm listening to wheat - don't i hold you and feeling all apathetic and I think it might come out more like wistful, mildly angry, rambling.
I think it started to settle when i was in Spain, although there were inklings of the ideas before. Getting whistled and called at in the street daily for half a month for no crime other than just being there really got me annoyed.
It's not a compliment. I assure you. I stepped off a 5 hour train journey on an unconditioned train, was taken to the end of a bus route by a jackass bus driver who didn't have a decent cell in his body, and had to walk back into town in 100+ heat, was obviously looking like the back end of a lorry... and a guy in a cafe still found it necessary to yell something. It has nothing to do with how a girl actually looks as far as I can see. It's just that, to these guys, that's what you do with women.
To be honest, it's not even the yelling that annoyed me that much. I think it just subconsciously got me thinking and now I can't stop. I never thought I'd be bothered by things like this at all, but i kind of feel like I don't have a choice.
I was idly looking up things about storm chasing, and saw that just 2% of storm chasers are women. There was a link to a rant by a female storm chaser about it, and it seems like she's saying that even if you put yourself in the man's world, as she has done, she's never going to get treated the same. She asked why it was that there were so few women... less desire for danger/excitement, less competitiveness, more responsible... but I don't care about any of that. I'm more bothered by the fact that even though she's gone for it, ignored what her gender dictates and done something dominated by men, she feels that people don't value her opinions or work as much because she's a woman.
Like I say, I didn't think this would ever bother me, because it never occured to me really. I just didn't realise that there were such gender issues going on. I thought we were past that?
Another thing is, (I feel like I'm writing a debate speech, but i don't know who I'm trying to convince of what), that I was thinking about... well I don't know how to start. It just seems like women are much more expected to change themselves to be what a man wants, than the other way around. Men do whatever they want, and girly things are looked down on. Yet at the end of the day, on the whole, women are expected to be "feminine". I know guys are expected to be masculine and manly just as much... but no ones ever gone "urgh football, that's so guyish" in the same way that they've said "urgh shopping, that's so girly." It's a weird paradox (is that the right word?) of femininity being looked down on... but also required.
Oh god, this too. Yesterday due to speaker breakage, I was listening to local radio, this talk show that I hate, and the DJ was doing little clips of people phoning in over the past few days. So it was kind of an advert. They basically let any nutter on the air to blabber on about whatever for as long as they want. They have callers on for half an hour at a time, just talking about nothing. (kind of like a blog :)) Anyway, they were playing clips. One about a ghost story, one about some woman felt stabbing pains as her brother was being stabbed, then he said "ooh and we've also talked about sex"... and this is transcript (from memory but i have a pretty good memory with this kind of thing)
DJ: So you just kept on peeling the potatoes? (at this point I thought it was a story about a rape.)
Caller: Yeah.
DJ: woa..
Caller: Just kept on peeling.
DJ: (bursts out laughing incredulously)
Caller: (Laughs along)
DJ: so.. so what happened?
Caller: (at this point it becomes apparent that she's just talking about a normal encounter with her husband) I just kept on peeling...
DJ: Ha ha, good woman.
Caller: He... did what he had to do and went off to have a shower, and by the time he came back I had his dinner on the table.
DJ: (Laughs again) Ah brilliant, just like a woman should, after all, a womans' place is in the kitchen.
Now, I know that last bit is the DJ him deliberately being inflamatory but my god. I don't even know where to begin. It's utterly disgusting that a man could have such little respect for his wife, his wife could not care (because after all, what more can she expect?) and phone into a radio station about it, some fucktard DJ could *laugh* about it, and then they'd use it as an *advert* for the radio station. I hate people.
I think it started to settle when i was in Spain, although there were inklings of the ideas before. Getting whistled and called at in the street daily for half a month for no crime other than just being there really got me annoyed.
It's not a compliment. I assure you. I stepped off a 5 hour train journey on an unconditioned train, was taken to the end of a bus route by a jackass bus driver who didn't have a decent cell in his body, and had to walk back into town in 100+ heat, was obviously looking like the back end of a lorry... and a guy in a cafe still found it necessary to yell something. It has nothing to do with how a girl actually looks as far as I can see. It's just that, to these guys, that's what you do with women.
To be honest, it's not even the yelling that annoyed me that much. I think it just subconsciously got me thinking and now I can't stop. I never thought I'd be bothered by things like this at all, but i kind of feel like I don't have a choice.
I was idly looking up things about storm chasing, and saw that just 2% of storm chasers are women. There was a link to a rant by a female storm chaser about it, and it seems like she's saying that even if you put yourself in the man's world, as she has done, she's never going to get treated the same. She asked why it was that there were so few women... less desire for danger/excitement, less competitiveness, more responsible... but I don't care about any of that. I'm more bothered by the fact that even though she's gone for it, ignored what her gender dictates and done something dominated by men, she feels that people don't value her opinions or work as much because she's a woman.
Like I say, I didn't think this would ever bother me, because it never occured to me really. I just didn't realise that there were such gender issues going on. I thought we were past that?
Another thing is, (I feel like I'm writing a debate speech, but i don't know who I'm trying to convince of what), that I was thinking about... well I don't know how to start. It just seems like women are much more expected to change themselves to be what a man wants, than the other way around. Men do whatever they want, and girly things are looked down on. Yet at the end of the day, on the whole, women are expected to be "feminine". I know guys are expected to be masculine and manly just as much... but no ones ever gone "urgh football, that's so guyish" in the same way that they've said "urgh shopping, that's so girly." It's a weird paradox (is that the right word?) of femininity being looked down on... but also required.
Oh god, this too. Yesterday due to speaker breakage, I was listening to local radio, this talk show that I hate, and the DJ was doing little clips of people phoning in over the past few days. So it was kind of an advert. They basically let any nutter on the air to blabber on about whatever for as long as they want. They have callers on for half an hour at a time, just talking about nothing. (kind of like a blog :)) Anyway, they were playing clips. One about a ghost story, one about some woman felt stabbing pains as her brother was being stabbed, then he said "ooh and we've also talked about sex"... and this is transcript (from memory but i have a pretty good memory with this kind of thing)
DJ: So you just kept on peeling the potatoes? (at this point I thought it was a story about a rape.)
Caller: Yeah.
DJ: woa..
Caller: Just kept on peeling.
DJ: (bursts out laughing incredulously)
Caller: (Laughs along)
DJ: so.. so what happened?
Caller: (at this point it becomes apparent that she's just talking about a normal encounter with her husband) I just kept on peeling...
DJ: Ha ha, good woman.
Caller: He... did what he had to do and went off to have a shower, and by the time he came back I had his dinner on the table.
DJ: (Laughs again) Ah brilliant, just like a woman should, after all, a womans' place is in the kitchen.
Now, I know that last bit is the DJ him deliberately being inflamatory but my god. I don't even know where to begin. It's utterly disgusting that a man could have such little respect for his wife, his wife could not care (because after all, what more can she expect?) and phone into a radio station about it, some fucktard DJ could *laugh* about it, and then they'd use it as an *advert* for the radio station. I hate people.
Saturday, August 21, 2004
Friday, August 20, 2004
U...p...loaa..dd..iin..gg
Uploading 14mb of images and stuff on 56k is slow.
I'm currently getting around 2kb/s with 10mbish to go.
I'm currently getting around 2kb/s with 10mbish to go.
Friday, August 13, 2004
Meatloaf...
Well I can't really give away my buglar alarm plans... but here's the meatloaf/don't touch my stuff page
http://img57.exs.cx/img57/653/notebook2.jpg
http://img57.exs.cx/img57/653/notebook2.jpg
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
Awesome Finding
Photos taking a little longer than expected... sorry. It's really not that exciting sorting through, making minor level adjustments and adding borders to over 800 photos. Also I'm ill so you can't get mad.
Anyway, I just had to share this. I just found a notebook in my bedroom that I had when I was 10. I know the age exactly since I've written "My name is Amy. I am ten years old and I love Take That" on the first page.
Well flicking through it's mostly incomprehensible scribbles, plans for ingenious Home Alone style burglar alarms and short stories about nothing. One thing however, is utterly brilliant, in my humble opinion. It's a list of rules for some club or other. They're mostly average things, but nestled in among "No going over the top! (Being silly)" and "All rubbish in the bin!" I found, Rule Number Three;
"Don't Touch My Stuff"
Additionally, I have inexplicably drawn a picture of a man with no arms or feet wearing a top that says "Meat Loaf" just underneath the rules.
Ah to be ten.
Anyway, I just had to share this. I just found a notebook in my bedroom that I had when I was 10. I know the age exactly since I've written "My name is Amy. I am ten years old and I love Take That" on the first page.
Well flicking through it's mostly incomprehensible scribbles, plans for ingenious Home Alone style burglar alarms and short stories about nothing. One thing however, is utterly brilliant, in my humble opinion. It's a list of rules for some club or other. They're mostly average things, but nestled in among "No going over the top! (Being silly)" and "All rubbish in the bin!" I found, Rule Number Three;
"Don't Touch My Stuff"
Additionally, I have inexplicably drawn a picture of a man with no arms or feet wearing a top that says "Meat Loaf" just underneath the rules.
Ah to be ten.
Thursday, August 05, 2004
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