One of these arrived in the mail last week. Pay special attention at around 0:14 of the clip:
Eartha Kitty, of course, is a wuss, so her reaction was to cower under the bed while I was flying it. Then I had to find a place to hide it, because she doesn’t forget the toys that have frightened her when they’re running. If she finds one sitting around after it’s turned off, she abuses it.
I’m not sure yet who I will eventually end up gifting with this treasure.
You can get your own Flying Fuck at ThinkGeek.
This week’s search terms include…
not furry sick bastard
(several other porn search terms, both with and without clothes, often involving toes, that are too vulgar to repeat even on this site)
(except for this one. I have to repeat this one) bill maher huge penis
rick perry looks like a used car salesman
thomas kinkade not worth it
… and my personal favorite … bacteria bridge club.
It’s a goofy news report, but I feel sure that this will get an evil chuckle out of Jaffner. Who must need one since we haven’t heard from her for a while.
I got a phone call earlier this evening, from…wait for it…COMCAST.
The purpose of said phone call was so that the Comcast employee could helpfully inform me that, with a payment of only $23 and some odd, I could “avoid interruption of service.”
That would be the service that I informed not one, but TWO of their employees by phone on August 9th that I no longer wanted. It would be the same service I cancelled, again, IN WRITING, on August 20th. The conversation went something like this:
Comcast Dude: “If you’ll pay $23 and some odd right now, you can avoid interruption of service.”
Me: “Interrupt the fucking service all you like; I cancelled it over a month ago.”
Comcast Dude: “There’s nothing on the account about that.”
Me: “Well, THERE’S a bigfuckingsurprise. I only told two of your employees on the phone and wrote a letter a week and a half later.”
Comcast Dude: “Well, did they do such and such to disconnect?”
Me: “I have no fucking idea, but you know, that’s really not my problem. I sent in my final payment with the letter. If Comcast is only just now getting around to “interrupting the service,” then they were providing a service that wasn’t being used and that they were told wasn’t being used…I’m not paying another penny.”
Comcast Dude: “I’m going to give you a number to call for customer ser…”
Me: “Forget it. I’m not wasting another minute of my time to cancel a service I’ve already cancelled THREE FUCKING TIMES. It’s not MY fault that Comcast hires incompetent employees who ignore what customers tell them, or that the company ignores cancellations in the hope that they can continue to charge people for services they don’t want. I’m certainly not going to pay for incomptence or dishonesty on the part of Comcast or its employees. Goodbye.”
Here ends my tale.
I would feel a little bit bad about being so rude to someone on the phone if not for the fact that…he works for Comcast, so I know that, had I asked him to make sure the service was cancelled, I would get more calls demanding payment.
Bonus surrealism points for that veiled threat…”interruption of service.” Yeah, motherfucker, that shit’s got me shaking in my boots! As if “interruption of service” isn’t the reason you dumbasses lost the fucking account in the first place.
As I noted in my last Comcast-themed post…next stop, city franchise authority! I’ve no doubt that’s where this will ultimately end; these dumbfucks don’t know when to stop, so next it will be a referral to a collection agency and it will end only when I go down to the city and raise holy hell, taking with me the notice of cancellation I gave them in writing along with the delivery confirmation slip that proves they got it.
Worst. Company. In. America.
Extra bonus points: cue “Comcast Mark” in comments in 5…4…3…2…
My 11-year-old nephew came to visit for several days during spring break and was a great help in several ways – he not only volunteered and mowed the back yard and raked the front yard (very helpful in light of my lingering case of mono), he also set up a new wireless network for me. I’d been using a wired router until now, because that’s what Vonage required when I first set it up years ago, and being someone who likes to leave technology things alone as long as they’re working, I had never gotten around to switching over to wireless when the routers became compatible.
I sometimes jokingly refer to Trevor as a one-man personal Geek Squad, because there’s not a piece of electrical, computer, video or audio hardware that he can’t figure out how to set up and operate in 5 minutes or less. Pretty much the same goes for software. Having him around means I don’t have to learn new technology or that when I do want to, I have someone who can show me how to work it in just a few minutes. Trevor’s destined to become an electrical or computer engineer or computer graphics whiz and probably all of those and more.
So while he was here, I mentioned to him the xtranormal video site and how I had seen funny things made with it, but had been too lazy to learn how to operate it myself. He took the laptop into the living room and, thanks in part to the wireless network he’d just set up, not only learned how to operate xtranormal but created the following in under an hour:
I would like to note for the record that I exercised zero editorial input or script control. This was entirely written and created by Trevor in his own devious little mind. I never saw it until the final product was done.
I’m sure Beth will be appalled by the language so I’ll just remind her: “Cesspool Hattie,” and worse, were the products of our devious little 9-year old minds. We were the kids who everyone wanted offa their damn lawns…and we didn’t turn out all that bad. Though I certainly understand why she doesn’t want to encourage her own kids to emulate us – or my nephew.
From what I consider to be a vastly underrated band.
Chumbawamba had the misfortune of having one of its worst songs become its “breakout hit” in the US. As a result, most folks here have never heard anything by the band other than that one annoying 2-dimensional tune, which is a shame, since most of their music is multi-layered and delivers a biting political and/or social commentary. What I’ve always loved about the band is how upbeat and happy their music is even as it’s delivering an often harsh message – and quite often with very naughty words, which thrills my inner juvenile delinquent. A band with a peppy sound that’s also aggressively anarchist and atheist? With profane and hilarious lyrics? Count me in!
These videos are boring, but I only put them up for the audio, so listen with an open mind. There’s quite a story behind this first one:
That’s a cut from the 1992 album Jesus H. Christ. Only around 7,000 copies of this recording ever made it into circulation, thanks to a suit brought by Sir Paul McCartney. Jesus H. Christ was an ambitious sampling project for Chumbawamba – they borrowed not only audio samples but lines from other songs, melodic lines, etc. Unfortunately, one of the samples they borrowed (to brilliant effect) was the opening sequence from Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. McCartney sued & won, and the band was enjoined from releasing any more copies.
This album haunted me for years because I didn’t know what it was. All I had was a copy of a tape someone brought into the used record store where I was working while in grad school; the only information on the tape was the name of the band, and the guy had given us the back story on the lawsuit. I played that tape over and over again for the next 10 or 12 years until it was wearing out, then began searching in earnest to find out what it was. Fortunately, by this time, the internet was around, but still, it took a couple of years of searching until someone finally posted information about the album and I found out what it was called. Then there was another year or so of scouring the internets looking for a copy for sale. Finally one turned up in 2006 and as soon as it arrived I put together my setup for recording my vinyl to digital files. Now it seems that parts of Jesus H. Christ have made it to YouTube.
This next is from their 2004 release, Un. Again, not much as a video, but what a fabulous, peppy song for probing the depths of the darkest, looniest conspiracy theories:
Accordion music with a funky beat you can dance to and darkly humorous lyrics? Again, what’s not to love?
If you’ve never been properly introduced to Chumbawamba, now you know what you’ve been missing.
Update: As commenter Pete Shanks notes, the entirety of Jesus H. Christ is now on YouTube, divided into segments 1-4. The recording quality on some of it isn’t quite as good as it could be, but at least it’s available for your listening pleasure. These have only been posted for a couple of months, so thanks for the sleuthing, Pete!
You won’t get the full effect thanks to the divisions; on the album itself all the songs meld one to another in a seamless bridge of sound, ala Pink Floyd/Alan Parsons Project. And yeah, a lot of folks will listen to a bit and say “meh,” because this is, after all, an obsession I developed way back in 1993 and the recording is in some ways very much of that era, and of course, the music any of us likes is such an individual preference. But if it grabs you the way it grabbed me all those years ago and you’d like your very own copy of it, drop a note in comments.
You can listen to part 1 here; each part has a link on the page to the next part.