Seemed to me to be the perfect song for the long Labor Day weekend. Have a good one!
Another day, another call from the world of telemarketers.
Someone wanted to borrow some of my time and get me interested in lowering my energy bill.
I’ve got numerous ways of dealing with these people, but I’ve been having a lot of fun with the “Yes method” I was talking about yesterday. Whenever they ask a question, always say yes.
Now, the key to it all is to pay attention to the questions. If some A/C company is giving you a time and a date to set up an appointment, you obviously wouldn’t say “yes” to that. Simply hang up the phone, or tell them it’s time for your milk and cookies. Something. Anything.
Otherwise, give the “Yes method” a try. It works, and more often than not, they’ll leave you alone, because they will think you’re someone who is home, waiting to sell pencils on a busy city street.
I’ve been getting a series of calls from someone claiming to be from Consumer Services as of late, offering some kind of lower credit offer. These people are a very rude lot, and when they show up on my caller ID, they often use the same number I have, accept for the last digit. By a stroke a luck, they showed up on my ID today as being from 321-209-6988, a number that shows rather prominently when entered into Google.
One day I ask, “Consumer Services from whom?” Click.
Another day I ask, “What company do you represent?” Click.
Another day, when they ask me if I was interested in the lower credit off, I say yes.
They ask me who I am, I say yes again.
They ask me who I am again, I say yes a third time. Click.
The next time they call, I’m tempted to tell them I am part Turkish and part Japanese, and tell them my name is Go Fuk Yusef.
I have no doubt I will get the “click” again, but at least it will amuse myself.
A week ago Wednesday (August 20th), I woke up, put out the garbage, read the mail, and discovered that someone had put $500 into my Paypal account.
Sounds nice, right? Well, only one problem with that. They did so by attempting to pull the same amount of money out of my Bank of America checking account, which did NOT have $500 in it. After doing some swearing at nobody in particular, and changing my hacked Paypal password, I made some phone calls, and had Bank of America put a stop order on the attempted withdrawal, coming through for me when I really needed it. It’s now set up so that any further attempts at hacking my Paypal account will be ignored. It also means I will have to use another E-mail account to set up another Paypal account if that need ever arises. I used to use it when I did transcription work, withdrawing money from it when I got paid every Monday. If I ever go back to that, I’ll have to make other arrangements.
Keep on eye on these hackers! Just because you leave chump change in cyberspace doesn’t mean they will leave you alone. Found that out the hard way.
Early Sunday morning, most of the San Francisco-Oakland area felt a sizeable earthquake, measuring 6.1 on the Richter scale.
It was the largest quake since the Loma Prieta earthquake of 1989, which most of the country recognized as it interrupted ABC’s coverage of the third game of that year’s World Series between the Oakland Athletics and the San Francisco. Broadcaster Al Michaels tried to alert everybody to the earthquake, but only got the “earth” part out before transmission was temporarily lost.
I was doing something a bit less spectacular while that was going on: I was sleeping. I had just started working for radio station WTAN in Clearwater a week or so prior to all of this, working the overnight shift from 12am-6am, and 12am-8am on Sunday mornings. Even though I was off, the sleeping pattern of my 18 year-old body had been all mixed up. About 10pm that night, I get up from bed, hoping to catch the latter part of the World Series game.
I figured my mom or dad would be watching the game, but it wasn’t on, which confused me. So, I asked my mom what’s happening with the World Series game.
“You don’t know? They had an earthquake in San Francisco. The game has been postponed.”
I thought my mother was joking around. It wasn’t unusual for my father to play that kind of joke. He once told me a space shuttle exploded and obliterated Cape Canaveral a few months before the Challenger disaster had took place in 1986. But looking again, I saw that my mom had a serious look in her eyes. So I turned on the news, and she was right.
Hope everything turns out as good as it can for the people of San Francisco all these years later.
A couple of weeks ago, I had remarked about how reality TV has gotten stale.
I forgot to mention how all these shows seem to have the word “naked” attached to them. Yep, they’re scraping the bottom of barrel when they go to blurred nudity, and I am not a prude or anything like that.
There’s “Naked And Afraid” which shows some dangerous unclothed camping and hiking. God forbid a cactus or something else sharp finds an orifice!
There’s also the more risque and still blurred out “Naked Dating” on VH-1. The show has made news for the wrong reasons, as one of its participants, Jessie Nizewitz, is suing the show because a part of her anatomy that was supposed to blurred WASN’T. Ouch.
The moral of the story: never leave your nudity at the hands of one of these unscrupulous producers.
I consider this 70’s hit a timeless classic. Sounds just as good today as it sounded way back when.
Have a nice weekend, everybody.