And another thing...

I really hate to burst your bubble but...

noreply@blogger.com (Evel) — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 05:41:00 +0000

I know all you geeks have been bashing Vista and waiting patiently for Windows 7.

Listen carefully.

Windows 7 IS Vista. Microsoft promised a new OS, but they just upgraded Vista. Took out the annoying stuff and added a few aesthetic components.

Oh no, you say. Its not an upgrade. It's not possible to upgrade from Vista to Windows 7.

Yes, that is just part of the smoke and mirrors.

Bottom line: So far, Windows 7 looks, behaves, and performs almost exactly like Windows Vista. And it breaks all sorts of things that used to work just fine under Vista. In other words, Microsoft's follow-up to its most unpopular OS release since Windows Me threatens to deliver zero measurable performance benefits while introducing new and potentially crippling compatibility issues.

Don't get me wrong. I love Vista. The only people who really hated Vista was Uber Geeks who like to tinker. Pissed that they couldn't just upgrade effortlessly without hardware upgrades. A lot of the problems people had with Vista was with hardware drivers. Which wasn't Microsoft's fault. For more than a year before Vista launched, Microsoft warned hardware vendors that they needed new drivers, even offered to help them develop the drivers. Hardware manufacturers ignored them.

I had no problems with Vista because I built my new computer in anticipation of it, I prepared for it. I purchased hardware that would be compatible with Vista and that already had the drivers in place for it.

Vista is very user friendly, and self healing if you can read and have opposable thumbs. If you had just ignored the hype you could have been enjoying Vista all this time. You will see what I mean now, if you install Windows 7.

You swore you wouldn't install Vista but, Dude, you totally drank the KoolAid.

Dream Job.

noreply@blogger.com (Evel) — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 22:49:00 +0000

The IT Crowd Episode1
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Jon Lajoie Rocks!

noreply@blogger.com (Evel) — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 19:18:00 +0000

This is funny as hell...

...and a literal translation of every rap song in existence.

noreply@blogger.com (Evel) — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 03:52:00 +0000

AGAIN

Too funny!

noreply@blogger.com (Evel) — Thu, 12 Nov 2009 22:24:00 +0000

LOL

noreply@blogger.com (Evel) — Thu, 12 Nov 2009 02:55:00 +0000

Just finished watching Hangover.

Best quote ever!

"Eeew, Alan. Did you just eat sofa pizza?"

Now I remember you.

noreply@blogger.com (Evel) — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 13:52:00 +0000

I am biding my time, surfing the net and trolling FaceBook, adding people to my friends list. Finally, bored, I go through the list of people others suggest to me. I come across one that others in my family have told me I should know from Undisclosed Customer Service Center™. I vaguely remember her but only that she was related to my sister-in-law and another friend at the company.

This is what I get in return.

LMFAO! Now I really do remember her. Although I can't remember being rude to her, can't remember interacting with her at all. Probably because she was a little on the weird side.

And the 'rumour'? Wasn't.

Furthermore, it was Max who told everyone about it, not me. I don't really blame him, it was a really great story and I doubt I would have been able to keep it to myself if it was I who had pulled it off.

I guess she is not really in the 'Family' loop.

Breakfast of Champions.

noreply@blogger.com (Evel) — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 10:37:00 +0000

For whatever reason I am up at 6am. Actually I was up at 5 to go to the bathroom and thought I would check my bank to see if my pay was there and I couldn't sign in.

One freak out and a phone call later and I was back in. After that I tried for about an hour to get back to sleep, with no luck.

So, I got up and went for a coffee run and, of course, breakfast. It is rare that I am up at this hour and can benefit from the breakfast menu.

Now what do I do with myself? Too early to start banging around cleaning the house. Too early to bug others with chat requests. I was up til midnight reading blogs, so that is out.

The internet is getting boring. Any suggestions?

This is starting to get ridiculous.

noreply@blogger.com (Evel) — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 03:05:00 +0000

Do they think we won't catch on? That the reason they are only doing 'high-risk' people is because they don't have enough vaccine produced as promised?

Since this all began we have had 1 regular vaccine clinic for one day. Then they decided to just do the 'high-risk' people. So since the first of the month it has been pregnant ladies and kids under 5. (Oh and First Nations) Checking out the website today, and they have added a few more sections of the population.

•Pregnant women
•Postpartum women including their partner
•Children younger than five (six to 59 months)
•Children 19 or younger with chronic medical conditions for which they receive regular medical attention, including morbid obesity
•First Nations communities

Okay, so they added baby daddies and fat kids. Big fuckin' deal.

They make it sound like they are actually expanding the clinics when in reality they know that the deadbeat dad's won't show up cuz they think it is a Family Court sting and the fat kids won't stand in line unless there is a Big Mac at the end of it.

Who are they tryin' to kid?

Everyone is effected.

noreply@blogger.com (Evel) — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 02:32:00 +0000

I go to the doctors today to get my marching orders. More tests, or back to work? I had been trying to call all morning, but was unable to get through so I thought I would just go over and give her both sets of forms. She can fill out the ones she thinks are appropriate.

I walk in and my doctor is standing behind the desk. Sort of looking lost. She is usually in back and the receptionist (Rachel) filters us. But today she is just standing there, looking like she has forgotten what she was looking for.

"Oh, Eva...I have your test results somewhere here..."

"That's okay, I can just leave the forms?" She looked bewildered. "Where is Rachel?"

"In ICU with H1N1 and I don't even know who to call to fill in. The phone has been ringing off the hook."

After finding out how Rachel was doing, "Just leave it, let the phone ring, if it's an emergency they can go to the out-door (what we call the emergency room). I'll just leave these forms..you get to them when you can."

"No, I know I can find your file here somewhere..." She is scanning a wall of files. "Found it! Come on in."

She sort of seemed relieved that someone was there. "Uh, didn't you all get the vaccine?"

"Don't even get me started."

Apparently doctors and people who work in their offices are not high risk. Who the fuck determines this? I am not a rocket scientist but the people who come into contact with sick people all day, every day, have got to be high risk. Right? Again we all wonder who is in charge of this crap.

Anyway, after looking at my test results she is still concerned with my heart rate. So I think I will be looking at 6-8 weeks more of short term disability. More tests and specialists. I can do it financially, I have a great plan with my work.

Now if The Boy would just stop visiting me and cleaning out the cupboards before he leaves, I will be all set.

I must be getting old.

noreply@blogger.com (Evel) — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 22:00:00 +0000

I went to my aunt and uncle's anniversary party today.

... and I actually let people take pictures of me. (That's Potsie on the left)

I love Rick Mercer!

noreply@blogger.com (Evel) — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 16:58:00 +0000

And now for something completely different.

noreply@blogger.com (Evel) — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 01:27:00 +0000

Don't you wish life was like this? Just burst into dance at the drop of a hat.

They even did one in the mall in Halifax.

Okay, less impressive than T-Mobile but still fun.

Be all that you can be? Including a homicidal maniac.

noreply@blogger.com (Evel) — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 19:04:00 +0000

I am sure you have all heard by now of the shootings at Fort Hood in Texas.

All I can say is ... that is some fucked up shit.

I am so glad that Fyr and Hubby are ok. Thank God for the internet. (well, sorta)

During the course of this whole thing some things struck me as, lets say, more fucked up than others.

1. Dude was a psychiatrist. Huh? Yah, first order of business, have all his patients reevaluated.

2. I was completely shocked when Situation Room was showing aerial photos from Google Earth of the military base. Live, close-up and in living color. Is it just me? Why can we see aerial photos of a military base but we can't take shampoo on a plane? Who the hell is in charge of their homeland security?

3. They say this nut was a Muslim all his life, and was protesting being deployed to Iraq because of religious reasons. What the fuck did he enlist for in the first place? It's not like the possibility of deployment would be a shocker. It's the military, not Duncan Donuts.

4. Drop the ball much? Apparently this crayon was under investigation for months for posting on websites that support suicide bombings and such. I would think the first thing I would do would be to disarm the idiot. But that is just me. You would think the military could vet these people a little better.

5. I finally had to turn off the TV coverage after seeing the video of him in his Arabic garb...they went to the fact that he was Muslim too quickly. I am sure it had less to do with his religion and more to do with the fact that he was a fucking asshole that used the military to get his education and then balked when his end of the bargain came to be claimed. Again...dude, not Duncan Donuts...no surprise.

I am sure this dead horse will be sufficiently beaten over and over in the coming days so I will just leave it at this.

For a country so supposedly patriotic, flag waving, yankee doodle dandy'ing. You would thing the American public would be more outraged. The military seems to treat their soldiers like factory workers. They aren't very choosy. In their rush to get enough bodies in uniform they fail to vet out the undesirables. Then when they are put out there in the world to kill or be killed and come back all fucked up? They are left to their own devises or treated by crayons like this Hasan dude.

People should really keep this in mind.

More home improvement.

noreply@blogger.com (Evel) — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 22:30:00 +0000

So, no, I am not sitting around watching soaps and eating bon-bons. I am actually accomplishing some things.

Like new tile in the entry way. I actually bought these at the dollar store.

And finally a defense against the raccoons. If you can't beat 'em, lock the fuckers out!

This cost me exactly zero dollars. Made it from an old headboard and the shelf from the closet.

I am Eva Vila.

* SIGH *

noreply@blogger.com (Evel) — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 16:15:00 +0000

I can't win.

noreply@blogger.com (Evel) — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 02:12:00 +0000

Here I am, trying to get things done while I am off work. Clear out The Boy's room, move in the exercise equipment. Clean the house, get the H1N1 shot....

Wait. I can't get the shot. I had a printout of all the clinics so I had planned to get mine today. Then last night they change the schedule to only include those at high risk. Now I can't get it unless I am either pregnant, under 5 or a member of the First Nations. (Not sure what makes that last group high risk, but whatever.)

Apparently there was a big snaffoo with the vaccine. In July they delayed making it til August so they could finish making the regular flu vaccine. Then they stopped production of the regular adjuvanted version of the H1N1 vaccine so they could clear out the lab to make a non-adjuvanted version of the vaccine for pregnant women. See, they can't make more than one kind at a time in the same lab. That means they only made 6 million shots before shutting down for the prego's.

There are, 33,212,696 people in Canada (well at least until some of those prego's pop) and they tell us they will have enough for everyone before Christmas. I am no rocket scientist, but I don't think the math holds up.

Problem is, it would be just my luck to get the swine flu. I can't win the lottery but I could totally get a pig disease.

Keeping busy?

noreply@blogger.com (Evel) — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 17:32:00 +0000

So, The Boy moved out the other day and I have three weeks to kill. Naturally I have dug up the old home movies and have been editing.

Pre-Mason cuteness. The nephews and niece. (some of them anyway)

Random Mason cuteness.

More Mason cuteness.

21 days

noreply@blogger.com (Evel) — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 21:56:00 +0000

So I am sitting taking calls on Thursday. Call after call after call. The company bought out a bunch of other little companies, layed off the workers and so we are slammed with calls. They say you can only take one at a time, don't stress it. But its the mood of the customer after waiting for an hour to get to you that ... well... gets to you.

Anyway, I am just finishing a call when I sit back and WHAM! I feel like I am falling, backwards. Hard and fast. The freakiest thing I have ever experienced. Sort of like the feeling you get in a really fast elevator only more so.

At first I just thought, "Whoa!" but when it didn't stop, I started to get really freaked out. What if I pass out? Who would find me, and would they find me in time?

I throw the headset off and stagger into The Boy's room waking him, "What the hell, Mom?"

"Oh, I thought I should come in here in case I pass out, you can call 911. Or at least keep the cat from eating my face."

It lasted about 3 or 4 minutes but for the next three days I did not feel right. A few hours after I went up to the drug store and had my blood pressure checked. 179 over 99, not good. The next day it was only down to 154 over 96.

No, I did not go to the emergency room. I know, shut up!

Finally on Sunday when I still was feeling weird, I call the 'walk-in' clinic to see when they open. "Ya, we are done registering for the day."

WTF? "What does that mean?"

"We are done registering for the day, it is very busy." So, basically, don't bother 'walking in' cuz no one will see you.

What the hell kind of walk in clinic is that? I was not aware that you could pre-register. And if you can pre-register, why not make an appointment with your own fucking doctor? Mine was on vacation til Monday or I wouldn't be contemplating the walk-in clinic.

She is just lucky I didn't 'walk in' cuz at that point I would have gone postal.

So, there I am, feeling weird and as luck would have it, not a thing to eat or drink in the house. Bunnie suggests going for groceries but I am scared to drive, cuz I feel so weird. So she offers to take me. "Would you mind? Just in case I take a nose dive, you can position me in a less humiliating position til the EMT's get there." HA! Probably not the best idea I have had all week. But I will leave that story for another day.

Finally, on Monday, my doctor is back. I spend all morning in between each call trying to get through to her. When I finally do, the only appointment she has is 7:15 at night. Now I work 10-2 and 7-11, so I have to split the second half of my split shift so I can make the appointment. I work from 5-7 and plan to go back on after seeing the doctor from 9-11.

Long story short...my doctor wants me off the phones. She wanted 2 months, I agreed to 3 weeks. She writes the note and I am back home by 9. My manager works days so he wasn't available to talk to and since I had no experience with short term disability, I get on the phone to finish my shift.

We actually go out of queue at 9:30 so I am chatting on messenger with a Tier2 support person, as I am telling her about my day she says..."CALL ME!"

"What date is on that note?"

"Uh, today's."

"Uh, get off the phones. Now!"

Apparently, if I were to drop dead and they found a note from my doctor saying I was not supposed to be working, The Boy would be set for life after the lawyers got through with them. Who knew?

So, there you have it. I am off work for 3 weeks and I am not sure what I am going to do with myself. Well, when I am not having stress tests and sonograms on my heart and being drained of blood from some vampire at the hospital not to mention the insurance paperwork. All these things (and more) are in my immediate future.

Bandits!

noreply@blogger.com (Evel) — Sat, 17 Oct 2009 15:49:00 +0000

I put the compost bag on the deck for The Boy to take down to the bin, then forgot to tell him.

These guys were on top of it though.

Now that....is determination.

noreply@blogger.com (Evel) — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 02:10:00 +0000

A teenaged girl smuggled in a flip-knife in her vagina. She set off the metal detector, but told security the scanner was simply picking up a body piercing.

If only she had applied that much determination to her education.

There otta be a 12 step program.

noreply@blogger.com (Evel) — Fri, 09 Oct 2009 03:41:00 +0000

I feel trapped by FaceBook. I don't do anything else but check my status and the status of others, look at their photos and videos and play farming games.

I intermittently download and watch tv programs but it seems that I don't even bother to check email anymore or blog for that matter.

I know people that don't use Facebook, have never had Facebook....I know it can be done. But who wants to be the one person who is out of the loop?

I need help.

Happy Monday, Everyone.

noreply@blogger.com (Evel) — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 08:28:00 +0000

Too funny!

I know, I'm sick...but its funny.

What is up with that?

noreply@blogger.com (Evel) — Thu, 01 Oct 2009 03:43:00 +0000

I download a lot of TV, since I don't pay for cable.

Right now there are plenty of new shows and pilot episodes of new series' out there. Yet I have resisted downloading Eastwick.

I just realized why, its because I assumed it was Canadian. Maybe because Paul Gross is doing the Nickleson role, I guess I assume it is going to be low budget or just plain crap.

Does that make me a snob?

I can't seem to win today.

noreply@blogger.com (Evel) — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 21:12:00 +0000

Was having problems getting a new ringtone for my phone. So I broke down and used the old 'contact us' feature at Telus.

Tell me, am I missing something?

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