the weather is total shit out. super windy, rain, lightning. as i was driving home from walmart i was thinking that all the trees that were damaged, but still standing, from the october snow storm would definitely be coming down tonight. then a few miles down the road a tree fell on my car. or part of a tree. i don’t really know cuz i was driving, and the next thing i know there’s a thud and debris on my car and i’m driving over tree pieces. wtf. i’m so calling in. not going out in this shit weather again.
this is not to sound egotistical at all…but i was telling someone about my parents, and my dad’s parents experience in germany, and i realized that to some people i have quite a fascinating history…
which brings me to this: Start off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird habits/things/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you need to choose five people to be tagged and list their names. No tagbacks!
1. my dad was born in germany, and his father was drafted into the nazi army. meanwhile my pregnant grandma was fleeing from someone – the nazis or the russians i don’t know – with my toddler aunt. she had to leave my aunt at a relatives house when she went into the hospital with complications. months later she got out of the hospital with my newborn aunt and found that the town had been half taken over by russians. the russians wouldn’t let her into the other part of the city to get my aunt for months. finally they let her, she went to the relatives house, and they had given my aunt to an orphanage because they couldn’t afford her. so my grandma had to get her from the orphanage and my aunt didn’t even remember who she was.
2. i enjoy the smell of crayons
3. as a very young child i drew gigantic eyelashes on everyone i drew
4. my favourite songs as a child were falco’s “rock me amadeus” and phil collins “easy lover”
5. i am disturbed by the way food looks so i try not to look at it while i eat or i’ll barf. especially when its an animal product.
6. like adr2, Can’t keep nail polish on for more than a few hours before i start picking it off. it makes me feel claustrophobic
7. i have 2 stumpy toes on one foot because i broke them in college, and apparently, they healed wrong
8. i tried to make myself fall asleep last night by singing 99 bottles of beer on the wall in my head
9. i absolutely cannot stand whistling or people who whistle. it is possibly the most irritating thing ever, it pierces my brain until i can’t function.
10. my last cat, ziggy stardust, hated whistling too. if you started whistling he’d run up and try to attack your face.
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had all my favourite asian players (who aren’t banned) tonight. let’s see…AA#1(asshole asian) asked me if i was related to alice cooper. and AA#2 followed up with saying shit about me in vietnamese, everyone laughing, and then referring to me as lucifer the rest of the night. doesn’t get much better.
oh and here’s a tip. if you want to use superglue to stop bleeding, it works. however in my case, covering my cuticles with superglue was brilliant until i began picking the superglue off. then it hurt. and it won’t come off my nails.
the big news of the day is that adr made the sabres telecast! and she missed it! (and so did i but i have a better excuse haha). eric called and left me a message that adrienne was just mentioned during the intermission – because she made and sent a pillow to rick jenneret, since someone stole his last week. how cool!! i want to see pics!
and the other big news, the short version, is that our season ticket account got hacked and someone stole the tickets to wednesday’s game. because the fucking RETARDS who set up the myticketreplay system on sabres.com set everyone’s default passwords to their zip code. how many zip codes are in WNY? 15? trial and fucking error will get you into people’s accounts, if they never logged on to change the password (which we didn’t). spent an hour at the arena figuring out what was going on, and we’re basically at this point, getting nothing in return… no refund or anything. phill’s mom was livid and they went back down to the arena again, and were told that now they’re doing a police investigation because “it goes beyond just this”…though we looked at our account status there, and no other games were affected. i had asked if this had happened to anyone else, and at the time they said no, but maybe the discovered it had happened. or phill suspected it may have been an inside job – as in inside the sabres organization – and that they’re investigating that. either way, they know the name of the person who used the tickets, and i would imagine that the system has logs, and they should be able to trace IPs to who logged in and transferred the tickets etc. whatever. so aggravating.
2 weird dreams. one was about going to a nin show with adr and bliss. i had met them there, but they had been late and the show was supposedly already going on. we tried to find the spiral entrance and couldn’t, so we went in through a loading dock door and ended up right on the floor. and no one was inside yet, and no one cared that we were there. so we went up front, but it was this steep incline…i’m talking almost vertical. so we had to almost climb up this barrier and sit on the top of it to see anything. then people came and got in our way, and i dunno the rest.
then one about seeing u2 on tv or something, and bono had a huge tattoo on his back of like…an astrological chart, with zodiac signs and circles and stuff. and me thinking i needed to talk to kate and find out if this was new, or something i just never heard about before cuz i had never seen his back haha.
happy thanksgiving
my early thanksgiving memories all involve elementary school, with the teachers and room mothers making a thanksgiving feast for the whole class. we always learned about columbus, and then the pilgrims on the mayflower. we always made construction paper turkeys by tracing our hands and cutting out different color “fingers” to make the turkey feathers. and in the early years, for the feast we’d always dress up in costumes made out of paper bags, more construction paper, and of course lots of paste. to be fair, i guess, all the kids had to draw pieces of paper out of a hat that either read “pilgrim” or “indian” to determine what kind of costume each kid made. i always wanted to be an indian because they made fun paper bag vests and construction paper headbands with feathers. but i always always always was a boring old pilgrim. with a stupid white construction paper apron and stupid black construction paper hat. i hated being a pilgrim.
still waiting for eric’s obligatory turkey cartoon post…
in other news. phill and i had sold our hockey tickets for yesterday’s game vs toronto a week ago. i got a call today from the kid i sold them to, and apparently when he tried to go to the game they scanned as “invalid”. wtf. they took him to the accounts office and treated him like crap, and told him the tickets had already been sold on the sabres “replay” system which allows season ticket holders to resell the tickets they can’t use. basically they said there were already 2 people in the seats, and that his tickets were invalid. of course i’m sure this kid thought we screwed him. i talked to him on the phone and he told me the story and i’m just like wtf, because we’ve never used, and haven’t even signed up for, the my replay system on sabres.com. then it dawned on me, someone must have pulled the scanned tickets image off our ebay auction and printed themselves a pair of tickets. and in that case, what the hell is wrong with the arena ticket people that they couldn’t tell the difference between badly scanned and printed fake tickets and the real ones. i guess the bar code would still scan, but COME ON! i have to meet the kid to give him his money back, so we lose out on that $150 plus the actual cost of the tickets since we weren’t able to actually use them. we’re going to go down to the arena and be like wtf give us a refund. but if the mistake is on their end, and they have our account marked as invalid for some reason, we need to fix it since we’ve sold almost every other game too. we’ll find out tomorrow if the kid who bought the montreal game tickets gets denied. gah. i’ll be so pissed.
the day has come…econoline crush planning a 2007 tour. EC makes me happy.
and i find it so amusing that marilyn manson has become stadium music. they always play “beautiful people” at the hockey games. (go sabres!)
ok i saw the “30 days” episode where a guy went to India to get back his outsourced job, and i saw how badly they need jobs over there. but i CANNOT stand having to call customer service and getting people in India when i can’t understand a word they are saying. that is NOT helpful! arg. this paypal shit. where can i fax stuff other than officemax? i doubt they’ll be open tomorrow…
now it may seem shocking, but this is not new information. people intimidate me. mostly i’d say girls intimidate me. i don’t know what to talk about to most of them, unless they are older than me. i just don’t relate. but i can usually function and make some stupid jokes and get by. but there is this girl at work, who for some reason, intimidates me to no end. she looks like michelle branch. that’s not important but…haha. anyway. she’s younger than me, and perfectly nice, shes left me comments on my myspace and i try to talk to her like normal at work, but i just freeze. and i think i intimidate her too. anyway…she asked me to take photos of her because she wants to apply to suicide girls. and from what i have seen of suicide girls, there’s lots of nudity. i don’t know if that’s what is needed to apply but. wow. haha. i totally don’t know what to do.
has anyone with a paypal account ever had their account access limited? because mine is at the moment. and this is not a spoof email trying to get my personal information. it’s some safety thing that paypal does and for whatever reason, recent activity made a red flag go up and they’ve limited my account. i can’t send or recieve money and i can’t withdraw any. and in order to get my account back to normal i have to fax them my drivers license, latest bank statement and latest credit card statement. what the hell? i don’t really feel comfortable sending them all that information. even tho this is not a spoof, it just doesn’t feel safe and i have no idea why they would need all that information. i’ve contacted customer service twice asking what exactly happened to my account and asking why i need to send the info, but all i get is a form letter reply. wtf.
i wasn’t able to get friday off to go to the drag king show with adr2 bliss and amira. so we went to dinner last night, cuz adr2 and bliss finally found a restaurant that they can eat it. and we had a lovely good time there. so even tho i have like 5 friends it made me very glad for the ones i have.
then today i was supposed to go exploring but i’m a jerk and slept til 330 so there was no point in trying to track down where kathryn and dusty were. oh well i hope they had a good time.
david drove in from indiana today (cuz he’s crazy haha) to go to transfig. lovely little place it is. hasn’t changed much in the 3 years since my first visit. the weather was sorta crap, rainy. clearned up near the end of our 2 hours inside and the setting sun came out a few times. i took close to 200 photos and if i have more than 25 different shots i’ll be surprised haha. still trying to get the hang of the camera, more specifically how truthful the LCD is. i took quite a few overexposed frames to compensate for the difference between the LCD view and how things have ended up looking in photoshop (darker). here’s hoping i got some decent images. i can already tell, just from what i remember of my first photos of the place, these should be much better. haha
oddly, there were no birds inside. and i say oddly, because the place is filled, everywhere, with pigeon crap. i’ve quite a headache now, just like the first trip – but not as bad. i think the wetness helped keep the poo dust down. it was very weird not to have birds flying around our heads though.
and i’ve suddenly developed a fear of high steep staircases. i tried to go up into the rafters and belfry, and i just couldn’t. i think it’s because i carry too much gear now, i don’t feel safe, and wouldn’t be able to catch myself should i fall or a step give way… i dunno but i need to get over it.