Jake’s Life

You mess with Sgt. Granny, you get knocked the fizzuck back.

Okay, I am being a bit premature. I don’t technically graduate for another week, but I’m working on my very last assignment right now. I have to say, it’s pretty effin’ dumb. It’s for Introduction to Intercultural Communications and is a short script for a television series which I write, then dissect, and use reference sources to explain why the characters interacted the way that they did.

Ass!

Comcast recently admitted that while they aren’t blocking bittorrent traffic they are using shaping techniques to limit your upload speed (which in turn effs up your download speeds. I hate it, so…

How to bypass Comcast bittorrent throttling

Watch this video. If you don’t have a 4 1/2 minute attention span focus on the last 60 seconds.

Holy. Shit.

If you have any doubts as to how much can happen in 60, even 30, seconds this will erase it.

You’ll see when his photo loads.

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Woman hammers out warning to Comcast - Roanoke.com

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Of course your name isn’t really Steve. I just wanted to let you know that it’s no mystery who you really are. Of course, and you know, that I would narrow your e-mails and comments down to one of two people: Faggy Bo-Jangles the Gay T-Rex (because you walk with your forearms firmly pointed forward yet your wrists cocked at a 45-degree angle toward the ground…ferocious!), or The Little Stick Of Dynamite Who Couldn’t (because you never actually seem to be able to do anything, and you tried to kill yourself and the six Tylenol PM washed down with Kool-Aid didn’t quite cut it…good-bye cruel world!).

“You can’t prove anything.”

Well, maybe not on my own I can’t. What I can prove is that I’ve received text messages which included death threats from a local cell number (Sprint/Nextel, I believe, but when my friend runs the account information at work I’ll know), e-mail threats (from specific IP addresses), and even though comments left on a web site aren’t “harassing,” they are from the same person and will be taken into account, except the text messages, who are from The Little Stick Of Dynamite Who Couldn’t’s friend.

“What sort of tirade are you going off on? Geez, I need some chap stick while I swipe at my nose a few times and clear my throat uncontrollably…”

How is it going to look having a no contact order against you? A harassment charge? Won’t that make work a bit uncomfortable? How are meetings going to be when you have an invisible 500 foot boundary? Will you be able to hear the person speaking? Will your schedule have to accommodate that? Or will they just get rid of you because it’s too much work, and would also look like they are allowing harassment to occur?

“Uh…[insert almost-middle-age gay giggles here].”

I know you can’t live off of just the little Island Rat’s pay. But then again you have so much training under your belt, so many certifications, and you are capable of so much more.

Well I had sushi with my friend today and was going over the things going on at work. I tell you what, I’m lucky I don’t have to put up with what he did. He was passed over for a position and when he voiced his concern his car was hit twice within a month inside their vehicle yard. Of course nobody copped to it (pardon the pun).

He’s a friend that I rarely see even though we live minutes from each other. Last time I saw him was when I first got my Scion in April, and believe me I let him know as soon as he got in my car today. But I always enjoy hanging out with him.

I went to get a haircut today. Usually I do it myself but my hair was getting a bit longer after the buzz I gave myself a few weeks ago so I figured I would go with the gay flip again for a while. I couldn’t seem to get across to the woman what I wanted, although to me “Straight clippers on the side fading up into a one and a half on top with it slightly longer in the front so I can flip it up” should have been enough. When I got the confused look I even said “Like a high and tight but not so high.” When I left I knew it wasn’t what I wanted but I wasn’t going to call her out in front of other customers…that’s what they make hotlines for. I got home and just looking in the mirror I can tell that I got a number one all over, the hair in the back is longer than on top because she never asked me to tilt my head down, and I count five spots where there are tufts of hair longer than the rest on the top and the sides. Now I’m working on using bare clippers all over so that I can start again to get this right in a few weeks.

Bleh.