Rantings, mostly…

OK, so I call Dell to find out whether or not my laptop was supposed to come with a Bluetooth card installed or not and after 4 minutes holding a thickly accented Middle Eastern man proceeded to talk about security, authentication and some other shite when I gave him my service tag.

Once I finally got him to send me through to technical support he had to first stop me and tell me:

“I see that you have not extended your parts warranty.  Let me look up those prices for you so that you may extend it 1,2 even 3 years.  Alright?”

“Um, that’s OK, I don’t want to extend the warranty.”

“OK then, thank you sir, hold one moment while I look those up for you.”

*sigh*

“OK sir, I have looked those prices up for you.  To extend until 2011 will be $229.nn* after taxes.  This will cover…”

*CLICK!*

So, note 2 things.  The * is I forgot the change and the “click” is when I said screw it.

Take note of one last thing actually.

Which is odd when you think about it.  Normally calling a company is the best way to get a reduced cost.

I hate Dell.  And I hate grape squishee 7/11 accents… yeah you heard me…

1. Banal
2. Trite
3. Stilted
4. Hackneyed

Yes most of those words refer to the other and some redundancy exists.

I am complete.  It only took me 30 years to figure it out, but I am now in entirety, complete.

It made me realize a few absolute things of this world that everyone knows when it comes down to it, but no one actually dissects its meaning and grasps the finer points of how backwards this world really is.

Which brings me to absolutely no further point.  Thanks for tuning in.

As of 6 minutes ago, 6:25PM EST, I have declared myself in a (mini) Vow of Silence!

I’m doing it as an exercise in understanding my children better, learn to better think before I speak, and to take time to do things myself and stop relying on my children as static delegates.

Of course blogging (yeah, like I do so much) is not included in “the Vow.”  Nor is writing and written school correspondence.

I’d say I’ll keep you updated — you being the whopping 2 people who subscribe to this blog and you being the 15-20 bounces I receive a day — but we all know I’m not capable of maintaining this blog on a routine basis.

Evidently my previous article was “worthy” enough to get a pingback from “Delete Blog.”

At first I thought, wow, my first ever pingback (I think).  Then I thought, “Oh that’s right!  Successful bloggers use the success of other bloggers to promote their blogging!”

That’s when I knew Delete Blog must be on crack.  I further verified this by seeing that for the date of November 12 alone there were 100+ posts, November 11 (the day I got the pingback) was similar.

Then I decided to check out a few and some of them are completely horrid, such as:

http://deleteblog.com/how-do-i-get-the-file-to-restore-my-itouch-to-an-earlier-software/

Which leads to:

http://www.officialappleitouch.com/?p=934

You may notice that it is a blog that without JavaScript is completely devoid of content.  After allowing script I see that it is a “cry for help” post.

How in the hell did that make it to the front page of a “website” that “collects the best and most interesting news, blogs, forum and articles from around the world about recent topics?”

For that matter, how the hell did my post about my kids and I make it to the front page on November, 11th?

Here’s one that I found via their “Featured Articles” widget:

http://deleteblog.com/5-blogging-tips-every-blogger-should-know/

Looks like the editor-in-chief has been stealing material from SiteProNews, Squidoo and Top Blogging — and not even doing a good job of it either.

Unless I’m mistaken, Delete Blog you are useless.

I thought to myself that it must be amazing to perform improvisation on MadTV — from an actor’s perspective at least. I also thought how difficult it must be when it hit me.

The point is improvisation requires effort not necessarily training and education although I’m sure it doesn’t hurt.

Last night as a fear exercise my oldest kid snatched the “stirring stick” out of our lit and roaring fireplace to stir it a bit because it needed it and — now get this — because it was not completely on fire.

My fearful little angel had ascended into this brave creature that we saw walking among us snatching fire from the belly of the beast to wave above her head in triumph as it sent chills down my spine.

The greatest moments in my life are based on the beauty and joy my children share as a child and the developments they make toward being an adult.

The point I’m trying to make I guess is that never again will I be afraid to accomplish something and if I am I will willingly admit that I need guidance and seek it on my own.

I’m off to see what sources of drama and improvisation they have in my area.