Archive for March, 2007
So, I received a handwritten response to my heater note:
CLIFF -WE CAN TALK WHEN WE’RE BOTH HOME, BUT THIS WHAT I HAVE TO SAY:
AS I’M SURE YOU’VE GATHERED, IT WAS ME TURNING OFF THE HEATER. 1: I DON’T WANT THE HOUSE TO BURN DOWN. 2: THERE’S NO REASON IT SHOULD BE ON IF YOU’RE NOT HOME TO BENEFIT FROM IT. OTHERWISE, YOU’RE DRIVING THE ELECTRIC BILL UP & CREATING A FIRE DANGER. YOU’RE RIGHT, I SHOULD’VE TALKED YOU ABOUT IT, BUT I NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT IT UNTIL IT HAPPENED AGAIN. THIS IS THE ONLY REASON & TIMES I HAVE ENTERED YOUR ROOM W/OUT PERMISSION. I DO NOT WANT TO COME HOME TO FIND OUT I NO LONGER HAVE A HOME. DURING THE WINTER PORTABLE HEATERS CAUSE MOST FIRES HERE.
LIKE I SAID, WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS, BUT PLEASE DON’T LEAVE IT ON WHILE YOU’RE NOT HOME ANY MORE.
THANK YOU,
[BARRON]
So, yes it was hand written in all caps! (okay to be fair, there were a few lower case letters written at the same size as the capitals.) Also, I had to resist the urge to correct grammar when I was transcribing this just now. I had read this a while ago and put it out of my sight to make sure I wasn’t over reacting.
But I’ve come to the conclusion it is generally better not to talk to her. After I wrote the Barron blog entry, I thought about taking Cindy’s advice to heart and working it out. But, I thought some more about it, and really realized that I don’t really value our relationship, and I think she is not someone I want to be around in general, so why put more effort into it? I mean she hasn’t even mastered the common written use of the verb to be. I’m not looking for full blown conjugation skills, just your average knowledge..
So my response, which is again taped to the heater:
To [Barron]:
- You still shouldn’t be in my room.
- I pay my share of the electric bill.
- I am responsible for my cats, they benefit from the heat.
- The thermostat is set to 60 degrees when I am not home, this isn’t excessive.
- I have blocked the heating vent in my room because there is too much dust in the system and it annoys my allergies, thus I don’t get the benefit of the central heating system in my room.
- This is a ceramic space heater, it doesn’t get hot enough to start a fire. I was at one point worried that it was a fire hazard, but I am now satisfied that is it not a fire hazard.
- I will not have you dictating what I can and cannot do within my room. You do not own this house; you do not have that right.
Oh, and anyways I’ve been apartment/roommate hunting for about a month now..
Stinky shit…
So I got the following email via my webform a couple days ago:
Date: Wed, 28 Feb 2007 22:13:30 -0500 (EST)To: **** Removed my address ****From: Doug Michael <dmichael@yahoo.com>Subject: Wikipedia edit Below is the result of your feedback form. It was submitted byDoug Michael: dmichael@yahoo.com on Wednesday, February 28, 2007 at 22:13:30--------------------------------------------------------------------------- content: Dear Cliff, It is perfectly accepted to edit Wikipedia articles, but your edits should not be used as a forum to express homosexual opinions about other men. If you are wondering why people do not like nor accept homosexuals (gay is too soft a word, my friend. Gay implies happy.You are not happy, you are genetically damaged. It's not your fault, of course, you were born this way). However, please keep your opinions to yourself, since you are just a poor woman trapped inside of a man's body. Your edits are no longer welcome. Yours truly, Doug --------------------------------------------------------------------------- HTTP_USER_AGENT: Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows NT 5.1; SV1; .NET CLR 1.1.4322)REMOTE_ADDR: 12.119.119.186
I put up an advocacy request on wikipedia. I’ve sent off abuse letters to both at&t (they’re the ones who provided the IP address) and to Yahoo.
Of course this coward didn’t use a real email address. Seriously these fucking jokers should get some balls and fly a plane into a building or something. Either put some convictions behind your beliefs or shut the fuck up.
Why air this here? Shit stinks more when its given the light of day.
Randomness
Mooo!
I need to take better care of myself. I’ve sort of been getting pushed around a bit lately and I need to take some me time. (Thats up tomorrow. ;-)
I’m a little frustrated with work, it seems people are too much about just doing enough to get by, and not about getting it right.
I wrote an interesting entry over on Lets Throw Money Into the Market (Intelligently) on Patiently Wrapping the Portfolio Up, yeah its a bit of procrastination, but I’ve finally written the entry about three months after I sold my stocks off..
I’ve also been thinking about how to present my move out here in interviews. And well I’ve been thinking about interviewing in general. I need to work at it and refine my verbal descriptions of my experiences in advance instead of trying to do synthesize at the moment. I’ve done a fair deal of moderately complex work that needs to be explained carefully.
Baa!
Taking a nap in the middle of the day is wierd. (Yes mom, I’ll call you soon, I was napping when you called… ;-)
Potlatch State Park
I just wandered through Potlatch State Park. Its a nice little one. Its got a “beach” that has a nice creek that also has a stream that lets out right through it… so you’re walking and then then theres this nice little stream under your feet.
Oh and grass is still a human supported weed.
Also there is this crazy woman power walking around the little loop for parking in this hideous gold coat.. I think she supports the grass.
Portland
My friend Eric called me up a week or two ago and told me that he was going to be on the West Coast and wanted to drive up and visit.
So I met him three-thirteenths of the way in Portland.
I forgot how much I miss our conversations. We quickly fell back into the same patterns: goofy conversation combined with intellectual and business discussions.
I’ve been questioning the wisdom of the Seattle Adventure. Everything just seems so fucking hard to make any progress. If anything this will teach me persistence and patience.
I’ve honestly debated doing some groveling and finding my way back to 250 East Fifth Street, in Cincinnati.
I’m half tempted to call up my Starbucks DM and just talk about my career prospects…