Is it just me? Watch what you say?
Is it just me or is every "special","reduction", and/or "price" not the REAL price?
A.T.&T. get local and long distance for $49.99 a month.
Tack on federal taxes, FCC mandated call tax, technicians donut fund, and squirrel wire maintenance for a total of $64.79
American Airlines - New Orleans to Key West - $456.77 per person, Oops don't forget Airport Tax , Port Entry tax, 911 Tax, HA HA your bags are lost tax, Federal Tax for a total of $1057.55 for two people.
Office Depot - ADvertised $664.99...........This here computer that I am using.........Bundle package.....Originally $994.99, discounted $320 ($250 mail in rebate.....mother fuckers...use my money for 8-10weeks and then return it) discounted at the register and a free fucking printer (oops, gotta do another mail-in rebate, BITCH).....add every tax in the f...ing world and the bill is $1035.76.
Eddie Bauer $13.00 charge for new watch band........Wait a minute........must include shipping and handling charge, etc. $23.00
You get the point, my point is why can't it just be 1.99 and that be it? Period!
Can't tell you how much time I spend trying to find the fucking BOTTOM LINE.
Do you hear me out there America? BOTTOM F>>>ING LINE.
Please comment with your own stories.
Nothing is as it seems, sadly.
BTW, Viva Fair Day (we are off on Friday).
Peace Out
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
THINGS I AM ABSOLUTELY TIRED OF:
Passive Aggressive Pantywaists.
Ok, that is today's major dislike. Believe me, there are many, many more T.I.A.A.T.O!
Ok, that is today's major dislike. Believe me, there are many, many more T.I.A.A.T.O!
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Mug Shot DEAD!
OMG, my coffee cup at school can no longer serve me after having been accidently broken by one of the secretaries. Or did she read this blog and decided to do in my office coffee cup as some weird revenge factor? We will never know.
This cup had a story of its own. Originally, I started Boyet with a special cup presented to me by my friends Donna and Ernie. It was green with my name (Charlie) painted on it. It stood out from the rest of the cups in the neighborhood. It lasted me quite a few years and met its demise at the hands of one of our custodians. It had to be put to sleep.
Then, I took up drinking coffee from just any cup that was available.
That was until my secretary Beth purchased a cup with my name all over it. This one included the last name. No doubt about who owned it. Charlie Edwards.....it was written on the damn cup. Keep your hands off........all you who are not Charlie Edwards, it cried!
Some people were not observant of my name on the cup and went as so far as to use it. The absolute nerve of them.
Oh well, it, like my home coffee cup is just an inanimate object. I will miss it. I look forward to bonding with the new cup.
Viva Coffee
Viva The Charlie Edwards cup
Peace Out.
This cup had a story of its own. Originally, I started Boyet with a special cup presented to me by my friends Donna and Ernie. It was green with my name (Charlie) painted on it. It stood out from the rest of the cups in the neighborhood. It lasted me quite a few years and met its demise at the hands of one of our custodians. It had to be put to sleep.
Then, I took up drinking coffee from just any cup that was available.
That was until my secretary Beth purchased a cup with my name all over it. This one included the last name. No doubt about who owned it. Charlie Edwards.....it was written on the damn cup. Keep your hands off........all you who are not Charlie Edwards, it cried!
Some people were not observant of my name on the cup and went as so far as to use it. The absolute nerve of them.
Oh well, it, like my home coffee cup is just an inanimate object. I will miss it. I look forward to bonding with the new cup.
Viva Coffee
Viva The Charlie Edwards cup
Peace Out.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Mug Shot?
It stormed here this evening. A perfect night for a little hootchy kootchy (it is hump day?) and it is just my luck is that the WW is out of town. Alas, poor Charlie. OK, back to the post.
When the little woman is not around in the evening, cleanup chores fall right in my lap. As I washed my coffee mug I began to contemplate it's place in my life. After all, I have fore soothed all other cups/mugs to drink only from this one for a very long time.
Flash back to me purchasing some Christmas gifts at Bass Outlet Store (no, not shoes, but neat gifts) in Gonzales around Thanksgiving. I use to buy my niece, nephew, sister, and mom their gifts and ship them to Virginia back in the day. If my memory (insert joke here) serves me right I purchased for my niece a moose/winter/Xmas type frame and possibly a mug(s)? for this one particular Xmas. While in the Bass store I became intrigued by this mug that now renders itself available to me almost daily.
What I like about you, eh, the mug? Well, the mug was big enough to hold a cup and a half of coffee (less refills) and it was a mug, not a cup. The mug reminded me of my time as a camp counselor at Camp Winaukee on Lake Winnepauskee in New Hampshire during my college days. If you were assigned to late night duty at camp, after all the campers were asleep, you took turns going up to the kitchen cabin to have Coffee klotch. Klotch = Hot, delicious coffee accompanied by the pastry or the like of the day. Yum! Good memories.
Well, this inanimate object is a part of my life, family you might say, the coffee just tastes better in it than it does in anything else. It is a source of comfort to have my old friend hold my coffee and dispense it on the turn of a hand. Ah, the simple pleasures of life. Ok, it isn't lively like a pet, but, heck, I like it dammit!
Viva the MUG.
Peace Out
When the little woman is not around in the evening, cleanup chores fall right in my lap. As I washed my coffee mug I began to contemplate it's place in my life. After all, I have fore soothed all other cups/mugs to drink only from this one for a very long time.
Flash back to me purchasing some Christmas gifts at Bass Outlet Store (no, not shoes, but neat gifts) in Gonzales around Thanksgiving. I use to buy my niece, nephew, sister, and mom their gifts and ship them to Virginia back in the day. If my memory (insert joke here) serves me right I purchased for my niece a moose/winter/Xmas type frame and possibly a mug(s)? for this one particular Xmas. While in the Bass store I became intrigued by this mug that now renders itself available to me almost daily.
What I like about you, eh, the mug? Well, the mug was big enough to hold a cup and a half of coffee (less refills) and it was a mug, not a cup. The mug reminded me of my time as a camp counselor at Camp Winaukee on Lake Winnepauskee in New Hampshire during my college days. If you were assigned to late night duty at camp, after all the campers were asleep, you took turns going up to the kitchen cabin to have Coffee klotch. Klotch = Hot, delicious coffee accompanied by the pastry or the like of the day. Yum! Good memories.
Well, this inanimate object is a part of my life, family you might say, the coffee just tastes better in it than it does in anything else. It is a source of comfort to have my old friend hold my coffee and dispense it on the turn of a hand. Ah, the simple pleasures of life. Ok, it isn't lively like a pet, but, heck, I like it dammit!
Viva the MUG.
Peace Out
Monday, September 3, 2007
A Chat with Bob from New Delhi
Disclaimer: Against the sage advice of PlaceMatt & ElMol (well known Techies from Cowtown) I purchased an HP Computer Sunday. There were several factors involved in the purchase the most important being that I get it right away as my WW (wonderful wife) was on call and needed the computer tout de suite.
Well, yesterday I went out and purchased a new HP computer. The old PC got burnt up on power outage at the house on Wednesday. Time was of the essence (see disclaimer below) and the normally long thought out process (sometimes agonizing, eh Rick?) was shortened considerably. Rick was on stand by for emergency purposes if the purchasing process went south.
The new PC has Microsoft's Vista platform........word is and I can confirm.......it is a work in progress and is undergoing changes/upgrades as I blog. If you notice that I have stopped this entry.....I am sure I will be able to pick it up later when everything is upgraded.
Now, to the chat with Bob. Having to reload software programs to a new computer is time consuming, but, nonetheless essential. Quicken is my method of tracking my finances, in particular, my checkbook (which is virtually non-existent with the advent of online banking). But, the format does give me an accurate picture of how much money I do not have.
Problems during the downloading of the program resulted in me calling the Quicken support hot line. "Bob" answered....OK it wasn't really Bob.......but, a very nice gentleman who is in New Delhi? He directed me through the process which took a good 30 minutes of uninstalling, installing, and reinstalling programs. He was quite patient with me. It is at times like this that I feel technologically inadequate. What was really interesting about the call is that there were long periods of time where we waited for parts of the installation process to take place and Bob talked to me during this "down time". Topics of discussion included my breakfast (he didn't know about biscuits), spicy food, movies, and favorite sports. While it sounded somewhat from script (i.e. - during the first "down time" ask the customer about his/her interest in spicy foods, be sure to mention Curry) and yet maybe it was his way of just getting through the arduous process without being bored. I want to believe that it was just Bob talking to "Coach" (can I call you "Coach"? he had asked). Overall, it was a nice experience and after he wished me a good day and a wonderful breakfast a phone survey asked me to quantify my experience with Bob. I rated him 7 on a scale of 1 to 7 with 7 being the best.
Halfway around the world I had breakfast with Bob while he had a late night snack. Cue: Its a small, small world.
Viva Bob
Viva the 20.5 Widescreen Monitor
Peace Out
Well, yesterday I went out and purchased a new HP computer. The old PC got burnt up on power outage at the house on Wednesday. Time was of the essence (see disclaimer below) and the normally long thought out process (sometimes agonizing, eh Rick?) was shortened considerably. Rick was on stand by for emergency purposes if the purchasing process went south.
The new PC has Microsoft's Vista platform........word is and I can confirm.......it is a work in progress and is undergoing changes/upgrades as I blog. If you notice that I have stopped this entry.....I am sure I will be able to pick it up later when everything is upgraded.
Now, to the chat with Bob. Having to reload software programs to a new computer is time consuming, but, nonetheless essential. Quicken is my method of tracking my finances, in particular, my checkbook (which is virtually non-existent with the advent of online banking). But, the format does give me an accurate picture of how much money I do not have.
Problems during the downloading of the program resulted in me calling the Quicken support hot line. "Bob" answered....OK it wasn't really Bob.......but, a very nice gentleman who is in New Delhi? He directed me through the process which took a good 30 minutes of uninstalling, installing, and reinstalling programs. He was quite patient with me. It is at times like this that I feel technologically inadequate. What was really interesting about the call is that there were long periods of time where we waited for parts of the installation process to take place and Bob talked to me during this "down time". Topics of discussion included my breakfast (he didn't know about biscuits), spicy food, movies, and favorite sports. While it sounded somewhat from script (i.e. - during the first "down time" ask the customer about his/her interest in spicy foods, be sure to mention Curry) and yet maybe it was his way of just getting through the arduous process without being bored. I want to believe that it was just Bob talking to "Coach" (can I call you "Coach"? he had asked). Overall, it was a nice experience and after he wished me a good day and a wonderful breakfast a phone survey asked me to quantify my experience with Bob. I rated him 7 on a scale of 1 to 7 with 7 being the best.
Halfway around the world I had breakfast with Bob while he had a late night snack. Cue: Its a small, small world.
Viva Bob
Viva the 20.5 Widescreen Monitor
Peace Out
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Mortality Check
There is the old adage that someone dies and then a baby is born (i.e. In the Ghetto, E. Presley). Death replenishes life or vice versa or something like that.
Last week my local fraternity chapter sent out a News Letter. It seems like a millennium or since the millennium or before that one was sent out to all the members and alums. On the back page was listed three names under the words Chapter Eternal. A national designation that we have lost 3 of our members. All three were great guys. Their families, our brothers, and their friends will miss them. I will miss them. Each had a unique personality and a good countenance. Truly good people and good E Phi Delts.
As a result of the news letter hitting the desks of some brothers, the reality check that 3 of our finest have passed into the everlasting has possibly awakened some of our brothers.
I received one email and two phone calls from brothers talking about our losses. You could definitely hear it in their voices and read it in their writings that those words Chapter Eternal and the three names was maybe just a little too close to home. Some serious reflection (often very good for one's soul) took place and prompted the contact.
You know that there was much thought about the good ole times. Our Chapter knew how to have a good time, do it with class, and was full of a group of genuinely great guys that cared about each other. But, we were invincible, back then. Not so much any more. Some of the boys are gone.
So we all take a Mortality Check.....how are we physically, mentally, etc. It is time to seek reassurance from our Brothers, reach out to them and find out that it is all OK (at least for now). It is good to want to feel that spirit within us that was kindled by our fraternity experiences years ago. All too often we have run out to experience "Life" after college and found ourselves miles away from the ordinary (thanks Corona).
Death forces us to reflect, reach out, reconnect, relive, and revive ourselves in the company of our Brothers. Whether it be minutes, hours, or days that we spend with them......don't wait....don't let time take you away, away to the Chapter Eternal.
Viva Thomas Simpson Sharp
Viva All Epsilon Phi's
God Bless Don, Ken, and Rock may they RIP
It is a great day to be an EPhi Delt
Peace Out.
Last week my local fraternity chapter sent out a News Letter. It seems like a millennium or since the millennium or before that one was sent out to all the members and alums. On the back page was listed three names under the words Chapter Eternal. A national designation that we have lost 3 of our members. All three were great guys. Their families, our brothers, and their friends will miss them. I will miss them. Each had a unique personality and a good countenance. Truly good people and good E Phi Delts.
As a result of the news letter hitting the desks of some brothers, the reality check that 3 of our finest have passed into the everlasting has possibly awakened some of our brothers.
I received one email and two phone calls from brothers talking about our losses. You could definitely hear it in their voices and read it in their writings that those words Chapter Eternal and the three names was maybe just a little too close to home. Some serious reflection (often very good for one's soul) took place and prompted the contact.
You know that there was much thought about the good ole times. Our Chapter knew how to have a good time, do it with class, and was full of a group of genuinely great guys that cared about each other. But, we were invincible, back then. Not so much any more. Some of the boys are gone.
So we all take a Mortality Check.....how are we physically, mentally, etc. It is time to seek reassurance from our Brothers, reach out to them and find out that it is all OK (at least for now). It is good to want to feel that spirit within us that was kindled by our fraternity experiences years ago. All too often we have run out to experience "Life" after college and found ourselves miles away from the ordinary (thanks Corona).
Death forces us to reflect, reach out, reconnect, relive, and revive ourselves in the company of our Brothers. Whether it be minutes, hours, or days that we spend with them......don't wait....don't let time take you away, away to the Chapter Eternal.
Viva Thomas Simpson Sharp
Viva All Epsilon Phi's
God Bless Don, Ken, and Rock may they RIP
It is a great day to be an EPhi Delt
Peace Out.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
You can make ....... into Chicken Salad.
Are you kidding me? I cannot believe I left this out of the Questions 67 & 68 Post. Besides the American staples of PB&J and Grilled Cheese what is next in the Sandwich Line. Chicken Salad, of course!
Over the years, my personal quest for a great chicken salad sandwich has led me all over New Orleans and the Northshore. It is just hard as Chinese algebra to find good C.S.
The results of many a year on this quest has turned up the following good Chickkken Salad Sandwiches!
Serio's in the Business District in NOLA in the early 70's. On White Bread, baby!!
There is an old time pharmacy/soda fountainy place in downtown Covington that serves what I believe is called San Fransisco style with nuts, grapes, and apples on a croissant....OutFkingStanding!
Another place in Covington known as the CheeseSteak Bistro, the owner chef does C. S. with his catering sandwich orders. Also on white bread, Yessssssireee!
My former boss, Johnny V., his wife Irma makes a great C. S. sandwich.
I am, of course, available to check your top choices.
Please leave your picks in the Comment Section.
Peace Out.
Over the years, my personal quest for a great chicken salad sandwich has led me all over New Orleans and the Northshore. It is just hard as Chinese algebra to find good C.S.
The results of many a year on this quest has turned up the following good Chickkken Salad Sandwiches!
Serio's in the Business District in NOLA in the early 70's. On White Bread, baby!!
There is an old time pharmacy/soda fountainy place in downtown Covington that serves what I believe is called San Fransisco style with nuts, grapes, and apples on a croissant....OutFkingStanding!
Another place in Covington known as the CheeseSteak Bistro, the owner chef does C. S. with his catering sandwich orders. Also on white bread, Yessssssireee!
My former boss, Johnny V., his wife Irma makes a great C. S. sandwich.
I am, of course, available to check your top choices.
Please leave your picks in the Comment Section.
Peace Out.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
First Day of College!
Our niece Nina started her first day of school at Southeastern Louisiana University on Monday. Hearing the story of her day (she set the clock wrong, got up early, showered/dressed, and was heading out the door when she found out it was 7:30 not 9:30) was funny, but, brought me back to the first time I stepped onto the Southeastern campus.
A friend drove me to school (from New Orleans) and dropped me over at Lee Hall. This HUGE new dormitory was built in a square with a round central building housing the TV Room, Dorm Office, Reception Area, and Recreation Room. I was too sure I could handle anything at 18 years of age to be scared. How did I ever have the balls? I didn't. I used a little of my "wee" Irish mother's piss and vinegar, my old man's bullshit, and a healthy dose of scared to get me going.
Anyway, after checking in to my room, I headed across campus to find my advisor. In the lower level of the Biology Building I found a room with all the Health & P. E. Professors sitting at lab tables advising students. My name was on a list and I was assigned to Harvey Theriot.
I think I called him Doctor Theriot about 80 times during our ten minute conversation. Harvey (God Bless him and may he R.I.P.) was a great teacher, advisor, and person. He not only helped me with my first schedule....he helped me every semester schedule and then some to keep me on track to a degree. He talked to me as a Father would talk to his son. That day he completely set me at ease during an uncertain time. At the end, he told me to call him Coach Theriot.
Then I went off to play punch card roulette. In the cafeteria, by departments, they gave out punch cards with the course numbers and sections on them. Had you checked the Master Schedule you would know what professors were teaching what section of a course. I was completely unaware of the Master Schedule (that was the one and only time).
Under this system, punch cards in each section were to be "rationed" out so that students (such as me) registering last would have a chance of getting just about any section of any class. Unfortunately, the system was bullshit. I was stuck with what I got. It did not become lost on me that the first thing I needed to do the following semester was get the right punch cards! Call this my first lesson at Southeastern. I became quite the student in the registration process aka punch card roulette.
Wide eyed, with my waffling self assurance, and with Coach Theriot's swift kick in my ass I went forth to conquer this thing called college.
Looking back I wonder how the hell I made it. True reflection would tell me that with the help of a lot of friends, fraternity brothers, and some outstanding teachers is how! Did I mention the fear of failure exalted upon me by my parents?
Viva Southeastern
Viva Harvey Theriot!
Peace Out
A friend drove me to school (from New Orleans) and dropped me over at Lee Hall. This HUGE new dormitory was built in a square with a round central building housing the TV Room, Dorm Office, Reception Area, and Recreation Room. I was too sure I could handle anything at 18 years of age to be scared. How did I ever have the balls? I didn't. I used a little of my "wee" Irish mother's piss and vinegar, my old man's bullshit, and a healthy dose of scared to get me going.
Anyway, after checking in to my room, I headed across campus to find my advisor. In the lower level of the Biology Building I found a room with all the Health & P. E. Professors sitting at lab tables advising students. My name was on a list and I was assigned to Harvey Theriot.
I think I called him Doctor Theriot about 80 times during our ten minute conversation. Harvey (God Bless him and may he R.I.P.) was a great teacher, advisor, and person. He not only helped me with my first schedule....he helped me every semester schedule and then some to keep me on track to a degree. He talked to me as a Father would talk to his son. That day he completely set me at ease during an uncertain time. At the end, he told me to call him Coach Theriot.
Then I went off to play punch card roulette. In the cafeteria, by departments, they gave out punch cards with the course numbers and sections on them. Had you checked the Master Schedule you would know what professors were teaching what section of a course. I was completely unaware of the Master Schedule (that was the one and only time).
Under this system, punch cards in each section were to be "rationed" out so that students (such as me) registering last would have a chance of getting just about any section of any class. Unfortunately, the system was bullshit. I was stuck with what I got. It did not become lost on me that the first thing I needed to do the following semester was get the right punch cards! Call this my first lesson at Southeastern. I became quite the student in the registration process aka punch card roulette.
Wide eyed, with my waffling self assurance, and with Coach Theriot's swift kick in my ass I went forth to conquer this thing called college.
Looking back I wonder how the hell I made it. True reflection would tell me that with the help of a lot of friends, fraternity brothers, and some outstanding teachers is how! Did I mention the fear of failure exalted upon me by my parents?
Viva Southeastern
Viva Harvey Theriot!
Peace Out
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