i said yes....

I said yes, when i could have said 'maybe'...The story goes....

I was working late at the office. I am on the ground level, and have floor to ceiling windows that are about 20 ft. high. All day long I am on the other side of the fishbowl, looking out. I normally work with earplugs and a headset on as there is construction going on right next to my window. As a result of the noise and the visual distractions, I prefer to work late. Primarily because after 5 pm the office manager comes around and closes the shades, and by then the construction work has stopped.

I hear a loud "bang, bang, bang" at the window right behind my desk. Normally I ignore it, as it tends to be a random stranger knocking on the glass to see if something happens...(Incidentally I have a newfound respect for goldfish.) But it was repeated after a few seconds. "Oh - kay? this person is being annoying. If I'm lucky, I'll open the curtains to get them to go away." I think to myself that this person is going to be sorry when they see my mean lookin' mug staring them down.

I swipe aside the curtains to see Kenneth, standing at the window holding a little blue box, a hang-dog look on his face ad a sign that says:

Will you marry me? (please check one)
YES!
no.
Maybe?

I giggled, came outside and said yes... so now you know the story....

He also proposed to me three months earlier - while I was standing in front of his family homestead. At the time I was covered in bug bites, and sweating my dignity away, and quickly melting onto the asphalt... I said yes then, but the ring didn't fit, due to swolen fingers and a lack of sizing prior to the ring purchase. So this second proposal story is is not the original one - but certainly the cuter of the two proposals I can now say I've had. It was much shorter and doesn't involve me being indecent due to the heat, and wild mosquitoes, and attacking wasps.


No dates yet - this was only about 3+ weeks ago. But we are thinking some time next year. I'll keep everyone posted.

thanks in advance.
kira

More from the book of DOS

his-greatness: FROM THE BOOK OF DOS1.1.226.2.25.25.144.255.326.6.53
MAY THE DEMON SPAWN OF UNIX BE CAST IN THE TO MIASMA OF PUNCH CARD INPUT AND DOT MATRIX PRINTING.  YE FOLLOWERS OF UNIX SHALL ROT FROM TAPE DRIVE INPUTS. WHILE THE SAVIOR OS WINDOWS 2099 CAST YOU INTO THE ABYSS OF ETERNAL TICKER TAPE PRINTING

Looking - searching and not finding anything

Its been some time since I've had the opportunity to think about that’s a lie. I've been thinking about this for some time. This has been a thorn in my side for awhile and I feel that there is some necessary BS that I  need to get off my chest. Because it's been bothering me.

I can't afford to live in San Francisco anymore, and it pisses me off.

There are lots of reasons why - but the simple fact remains that San Francisco is turning into SF/NYC. All we're missing is that extra letter to complete the an acronym. (it's probably going to be SFc or SFO like the airport.) Quaintly we locals have been calling it "the city" for some time, and every other surrounding "burrow" as The towns. But I think we all know specifically who I'm referring to. Oakland or oak-town…

The frustration level is building because I'm looking to buy. Looking to buy into that all elusive promise of ownership - that promise of a piece of something that belongs to me. Not something I inherited. I never wanted to be that person - that gift-taker the unloving, ungrateful kid who takes without giving. But the way things are looking it may end up that way…

It's intensely frustrating. But its heart warming to know I'm not alone: http://sfist.com/2007/09/27/in_a_material_w.php

Ugh...

I'm all about free...

This Friday in SF - there is going to be a jumbo-tron simulcast of SF Opera's Samson & Delilah.
Normally good seats at the War Memorial Opera House go for about $100 a piece.

And since I'm not well connected enough to know someone to get me in for free I thought it might be helpful to those of you who are artistically inclined - but are too cheap (read poor) to support the arts to the degree you'd like to.

So this shindig is free. All you need to do is show. Be artsy - all while chugging a beer and chowing down on a good 'ol park dog. Ahh... the most excellent mixture of high refinement and regular relaxation... Personally I think that "classical" art forms would be better appreciated if they'd simply let us arrive in our Sunday morning attire.

the deets: Samson and Delilah @ AT&T park Friday night (9/28/07) 7 pm Price: FREE
The link: http://sfopera.com/news.asp

Here's for free! anything...

Talk like a pirate day - 9/19

From the MAN Psalm 12.5.1

This is kinda silly - but it still gave me a giggle

The profit word and powerpoint shall summon forth the powers of dos to banish the damon unix to the pits of mechanical relays, and lock the anti-os in the cave of bernoulli. It is here where ye damon unix shall do no harm the to the widow-lites. The herald excel came with a warning to the window-lites that the damon shall come speaking in the tongue of cobalt.

Call rebuke.bat
Call destroyunix.bat
Convert *man *dos

Coming from a nerdy back and forth about OS dominance

From time to time I get this IM from a friend of mine. They have been having a back and forth about which OS dominates - is perfect - is an embodiment of human kinds undoing... whatever...

this one was particularly funny... can you guess which OS he's defending?


from the MAN psalm 6.4.3

The naysayer and non believers of the on true OS are rough and in the end times shall ride with the ferryman 686 on the river of Cyrix and cast into the cast into the pits of Atari and judged by Ti 99/4a. Those deemed not worthy of redemption shall be banished to 3MHZ land of dementia.

Rabbit proof-fence proving to be waterproof too...

The picture is a satellite image, above, and an aerial photograph of the rabbit-proof fence in Australia, separating dark native vegetation and light farmland.

Taken from New York Times:
The rabbit-proof fence — or bunny fence — in Western Australia was completed in 1907 and stretches about 2,000 miles. It acts as a boundary separating native vegetation from farmland. Within the fence area, scientists have observed a strange phenomenon: above the native vegetation, the sky is rich in rain-producing clouds. But the sky on the farmland side is clear.

we can't feed ourselves because in order to do so we are going to end up dehydrating ourselves at the same time...isn't that a nice beyotch slap in the face from mother earth.

evidence I am not a hater/crazy for dissin Lauryn Hill

Take one look, just one and tell me that I am not crazy.
















taken from:
http://www.afterellen.com/blog/dorothysnarker












that's what I thought. you can't say nuthin. I want my money back.

hehehehehe

i love the muppets - and I miss them too

I'm not alone - this is just getting sadder.

There is more coming in over the interwebs about how bad of a show Lauryn Hill put on on July 27th at the paramount:

I Use to Love Her, But Now I Don’t: The Bay Area’s Falling Out with Lauryn Hill By K.R. Fardy
http://blogs.sfweekly.com/shookdown/2007/06/damn_lauryn_hills_train_wreck.php


MissInfo.Tv: Lauryn Hill’s embarrassing show in Oakland…no more making excuses for her

The Concert Blog with Jim Harrington:The Misadventures of Lauryn Hill

Such a shame it's all gone to pot....

I was hyped. I had tickets to see one of the "once great" artists of my era. I was going to see Lauryn Hill in one of my most favorite venues - the Paramount theater in Oakland.

But I didn't see her. I saw a shell. I saw a sham, and heard an old, drunken/stoned mess. It was bad, so bad that I had to feel shame for her back-up band, the promoters, and even shame that the Paramount had to be host to such a horrible act.

Ms. Thang has gotten too big for her boots.

First of all she had the gaul to get all 'diva' and arrive a full 2 and 1/2 hour late. Let me make this clear... two and one half hours after her scheduled time to perform. I recognize that musicians believe that they have the license to show late for performances, and it is a given that I had expected her to get on stage around 9 pm. Not 10 pm. She didn't set foot on stage till 10 pm.

Not only that - but her opener was incoherent, garbled and much too loud. Never mind that it was the excellent back-up band that was doing the work. Not even 2 minutes into the song she was dabbing her self with a towel - sweating profusely and looking as if she was going through the shakes... It was pitiful. After the much too long song finally ended she was asking the sound engineer for more "voice..." that she couldn't hear herself in the monitors. Or maybe it was wishful thinking that she simply didn't believe that she was just that bad.

I held out hope - I knew in my heart that "this can't be it...I've got to wait and see what happens...this is going to get better..." I made my boyfriend wait out a few more songs in anticipation that she would get better - or play the songs I had waited to hear - and bless him he waited for me.

By the second song - not more than a few moments into it I had begun to loose hope. She countered the now sitting crowd with "lets give them something they recognize."

What? Wait... no it doesn't work that way. You are the PAID performer. I gave you MY hard earned coin, now its your turn. So get up there and dance, monkey! Slap those cymbals, and do as I expect.

I had lost hope at that point. I wanted to believe in her ability to win over the crowd with her lovely voice - but that lovely voice wasn't there. It was a hoarse, broken and not up to the task of holding the appreciation of this crowd. Myself included. She broke into a fatal version of "Final Hour" and for much of the crowd it was their final hour. They had waited too long for this poor showing to stand it any longer. People started to leave.

One more, just one more, please!?!?! I begged my boyfriend to stay. He agreed, and then it happened. in the midst of the song - she fell flat on her back. literaly. She fell on stage. I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to go. This was not the powerful - graceful - soulful woman I remember from 10 years ago. This was just a bad clown show.

In the lobby people were lining up at the box office demanding their money back. I considered waiting with them - then realized the futilty of it. I left. Hurt and saddened.

I will mourn her as if she were dead.
RIP Lauyrn Hill 2007.

because I like potatoes

Update: (716) 650-6240

So I've left this little link alone for some time - but I'm realizing that this is the one entry that has managed to help more than anything else. - so culled from the original posting here is what I've managed to find:

1. Debt collection communication should be in writing. You can deny any receipt of a call. The FTC requires a debt collection agency to reply if you have made this request.
   
2. If these guys won't leave you alone you try to stop it sending them a registered letter to cease and desist from calling you anymore under the FTC for Unfair Telemarketing/Collection practices. (its important that you send it registered... it's more 'legal' then...)
3. You can report them to the BBB for Buffalo, NY. The compliance officer is Mr. Paul F Labaki
   

A quick search online shows this:

National Action Financial Services, Inc. www.sitel.com
165 Lawrence Bell Drive Suite 100
Williamsville, NY 14221
Erie County, New York

This Business Operates under the Names
Finance Services;N A F S; National Action Financial Services, Inc.; Sitel Corp.

They notorious bottom feeders. They by old debts at a discount (that are past the statute of limitations which cannot be persued in court) and try to collect the entire face value of the debt anyway from unsuspecting people.
- taken from http://whocalled.us/lookup/7166506240

So what have we learned... ignore them. If they don't go away - push them out of their own foxhole by forcing them to deal with the nastyness they try and use on you. Be smarter than these fools.

take care!

OOOHHHHH!!!

I have got to tell you this is soooo geeky its adorable. Unfortch - its only a prototype, and doesn't exist in real life... but here is someone thinking about utility and design at the same time.

one of those "damn, why didn't I think of that" thingies...