Monday, December 7, 2015

Pictures from Vietnam - My Father's Photos September 11, 1968

Top Row: View from the Hills Near Chiag Kai Chek's Home.  A Tree in Taipei, August.  Reminded me of Tahoe
2nd Row - Fountain in a park.  Girl taking picture is one I stayed with.  She took all the others I had of her.  Lisa, a piano playing bargirl with more college credits than Crash!
3rd Row - Crash Posing, Crash in Hotel Room, The fountain
4th row -Refueling Point.  Beyond those hills is the A Shau Valley.  typhoon Bess took out this road in LZ Sally

1st Row View from my Office (tent) center building is latrine flooded rice paddy, and the company area.  Fenced are lower right is ammo dump.  - Lousy print of a Cayuse
2nd Row - The Backyard - Huey - Figure far right is my CO.  Boxes contain roar blades.  Ship is named "Tater"
3rd Row - Crash in front of office, Crash in usual attire
4th Row - Honest I didn't mean to wreck it.

By the fountain in Republic of China, August 17th, 1968.  Notice mustache is gone

Wading and fishing in beautiful Taipei, August 17, 1968

On the beach in Taipei, August 18, 1968

Sunday, December 6, 2015

I don't want to write the blog I really should write

I should be expressing my feelings and emotions as to where I'm at in life and what's been going on.  Unfortunately I think that those words have to wait until what's done is done.  To be too truthful now would be an invasion of privacy to those involved.

Suffice to say, sending me good vibes and positivity right now would be much appreciated.

I can tell you how I'm trying to make a difference in my life and how I"m trying to better myself in order to be a better father, husband, partner and person.  Which is both part and parcel to the above topic.

This morning I weighed 258.0 pounds, or 117 kilograms, or 18.4 stone.  Thank you google.  I remain 5'10" though 11" on a good day in good shoes.  I turn 45 years old next month on the 16th, so as of today I've lived almost 16,500 days (do the math, Google did).  For over 10,000 of those days I was what you might call a "Lacto-Ovo Vegetarian".  Which means I ate eggs and dairy, but nothing that used to be alive.  Sometimes I'd do caviar, every now and then I'd have some sushi.

I was not a "good" vegetarian.  I never had a set diet.  I tried to make meals traditionally with a protein and vegetables.  But as Lisa Simpson said "vegetarian food is boring".  I really is.  My palate was so dulled that I was convinced that tofu was tasty.  It's not.  There's nothing WRONG with that, it's just not for me, anymore.  I loved tofu, I really did.  But the texture is wrong.  In the same way I don't like certain vegetables because of their textures (eggplant, squash and zucchini are my 3 least favorites) I could never really love Tofu because of it's texture, though I sure did give it a try.

Side Note - whenever you're in a funk, put on some Jazz.  Preferably good "dead guy" Jazz as I call it, John Coltrane, Thelenoius Monk, Art Blakey, Charlie Parker, Dave Brubeck (yes I know he's not dead).

Insert Dave Brubeck - Take Five Video Here

Soy meats are not the same as real meat.  They're close approximations, but they lack the umami and texture of real meat.  It took me 27 years to decide to go off the vegetarian diet.  When I decide to do something I stick to it.  No matter how stupid it is.

Was being a vegetarian stupid?  I didn't think so.  I never thought so.  Saving animals felt good, or at least not eating them did.  I have to say the compassion part was always what got to me.  I realize that I'm eating an animal that died so I can enjoy it.  So at least I should enjoy it right?  Besides I found out that pigs will eat humans given the opportunity.  There was that farmer who disappeared and they found his bones stripped of flesh in the pig sty.  No maybe a cow won't eat you.  Neither would a lamb.  But my diet was unhealthy.  And if I was going to change it needed to be in a direction that would be compatible with my family.  Being a vegetarian was just no longer compatible with my family.

At my heaviest that I can track, I was 282 lbs on 1-15-14.  That pretty much tracks, I wasn't doing a whole lot then, very sedentary.  At my last Doctor's visit I weighed 266.  I know though I was slightly heavier before that visit.

What else am I doing besides eating better?  I'm trying to hold up my end of the partnership.  Working my tail off at work, being the best CEO's Admin/Office Manager I can be.  I try very hard.  My boss might be in the office tomorrow after being gone for two weeks, and our office party is on Friday, so it's going to be a big week for me.  At the same time I'm trying to sell some of my less important toys and collectibles.  I've already taken about $2000 worth of merchandise to be put on consignment at Big Lous' toys and collectibles.  I had been meaning to get to the storage unit this weekend to get more items out, but I haven't felt good at all.  Also our daughter has been sick this weekend and one of us needed to be with her at all times.  Didn't want to take her to the storage unit and to Big Lous if she wasn't feeling good.

Speaking of which, here they are:
https://www.instagram.com/p/-2R4XULf-C/?taken-at=1020071
https://www.instagram.com/p/-2SuNQrf_b/?taken-at=1020071

I'm in therapy as well.  Every week for the time being.  It's covered under my insurance, and the co-pay is downright reasonable.  I need to make that premium I'm paying every two weeks work for me for a change.

At my last Doctor's visit I get a new anti-depressant to go with what I'm on already, and it's done wonders for my thinking and mood.  Though my emotions are a roller coaster at the moment, the fact that I've been able to continue to move forward has to have come from my new cocktail enhancing my already strong will.

Or something like that.



Sunday, November 29, 2015

Poem

The coil
 A bell
  That orb
   These seeds  

Songs that cry across heavens

Reeds swaying in a breeze

Cosmic dust microscopic in size

Told and retold stories meld

Within narratives of time 

It does not live

It cannot die

Yet it ponders to itself

What am I?

Child of grass
Keeper of tales
Owner of all
Saved for the veils
Prescience and ignorance
Can this be 
Nay tis a lie
To Be naught to bee

Is there nothing more

said the bird to the stone

There is often much more to sew

Go run and go play ye child of light

Mind manners be not bold

Though aware moods still are bright

Fly a day mid-summer’s kite

Nothing ventured nothing owed

Fulfill yon prophecy fore ye get old

The truths will ever remain untold.


Friday, November 27, 2015

Fragments

Why I stopped being a vegetarian after almost 28 years.


It seemed like a cool thing to do back in 1988, to stop eating all animal flesh.  After all, my closest male relative after my Father’s death a year earlier was a vegan.  Some of my class-mates were as well.  In April that year, the time was right, I stopped eating all forms of animal flesh.  Right before my trip to Washington DC with the “We The People” Constitution Competition, which we ended up winning and becoming the first National Champions.  

My Mom had been cooking chicken for as long as I can remember, and even before his death my dad wouldn’t eat her chicken.  My wife says now that my Mom doesn’t cook it long enough.  I honestly don’t have a frame of reference for that, because I haven’t cooked any chicken in 28 years.  Suffice to say, I had stopped eating my Mom’s chicken well before I stopped eating beef and pork as well as seafood.  

I don’t like killing things, that’s what I tell myself.  It’s true, taking another creature’s life is not high on the list of things I enjoy.  Even bugs don’t get me going.  I take spiders outside to roam free.  Vermin get a free pass to the outside world.  So I’m not going to go out of my way to eat animals either.  Should be easy.

It did get easier, but in 1988, it wasn’t that easy.  My Mom was adjusting to life without my Dad the best way she could, and as something to get my mind off of it, I decided to radically change my entire way of life.  It worked too.  I felt healthier.  I felt like I belonged to a special group.  I bonded with my Uncle as well.  I opened my horizons, I tried Indian food and loved it.  I ate Greek food and loved it.  If it was vegetarian I tried it.  I fell in love with the few soy-meats I could find.  To me they tasted the same, just the texture was weird.


IN any case, it’s been a month and I’ve lost 20 pounds.  I feel physically great.


Mentally not so much

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Disturbation and the Art of Reassessing Your Past as Prologue

When I was in High School in San Diego I, like many others, belonged to a clique.  Actually I suppose in many ways I belonged to more than one, because I had “crossover appeal” I guess.  My High School was a bit odd, several ways: we were a magnet school that had grades 7 to 12, we had no sports at all, white kids and Asians were bussed in to a campus in the heart of the African-American community, and did I mention we were a magnet school?  Yes for Math, Science and Computers.  My Dad wanted me to go there for what we now call STEM leaning.  I wanted to go to the HS of the Arts or a humanities magnet.

I didn’t start a Gompers with the rest of my clique, I transferred in as a 10th grader.  I had made friends with a couple guys the Summer before when I was forced by my parents to go to Summer School so that I could have more electives in High School.  To this day I’m still friends (at least on Facebook) with Tom and David who I met in the Summer of 1985.  Even though I was a new kid, I was welcomed into the slacker group with open arms.  Being in a magnet school was hard enough, but Gompers was a special kind of Magnet, supposedly the best school in town for what we did, and we did have some great teachers and staff.  There were of course several levels of difficulty, we had regular classes, advanced classes and then AP classes which were still fairly new.  Most of the kids who were in the magnet were in Advanced or AP classes, though many weren’t.  I gravitated towards the ones in the regular classes, more my type of peeps.  

Still, I moved within different group types fluidly.  I got involved in the academic “sports” that we were allowed, all three years I was involved in Academic League, which is team trivia.  My Senior year I was involved also in Mock Trial and Constitution Competition.  I was pretty much the only one in my clique who was into that stuff.  

The Clique was well established before I got to Gompers.  The nominal leadership was a different David, Phil, Ethan and Chris who all formed a DJ company that would go around to various parties and provide music.  I could go on to describe the inner-workings of the clique, the various relationships within and without, but really who wants to dredge all that stuff up.  It’s not relevant anymore.   Suffice to say, while we’re all not in the same area, we mostly keep in touch on Facebook these days.  I haven’t seen most of them since our 10th High School reunion in 1998, though I have had coffee with Chris over the last couple of years, and kept in touch with everyone else.  I ran into Phil when I worked at Canyon Pottery Company in 1997/98, he’s now a police-office and married to a good looking guy (which I totally was prescient about).  I only recently discovered that Ethan and I share a love of model-making and comics.  Something that I didn’t know about him before.  He actually sent me a nice poster signed by Marv Wolfman of Amazing Spider-Man #194 (the first appearance of The Black Cat, it’s worth a few dollars) when I mentioned that I had to sell my copy some years back.  As for Chris, I follow his archeological adventures avidly, as I think his continuing education and lust for the past is amazing.

Here’s where it gets weird.

Two years ago one of the leaders of the clique was arrested and is now incarcerated for 25 years to life.  His crime was against children.  He’s a pedophile.  I suppose the writing was on the wall since during either our Junior or Senior year (I forget) he was dating one of the girls in 8th or 9th grade.    Now I moved away from San Diego shortly after our 10 year reunion, and I really haven’t been back much since, maybe once or twice a year I get down there.  San Diego holds a lot of weird memories for me.  I haven’t been to the Zoo since my Father died in 1987.  I haven’t been to Sea World since about 1992.  I enjoy the city, but it’s just not what it was for me.  I digress.

Two years ago we all discovered the shameful secret that our once-friend had been carrying around.  And honestly it rocked me to my core.  See the pedophile was one of those guys we all kind of looked up to.  He was POPULAR.  He would have been the quarterback of the football team.  We ALL knew him.  And frankly I think we were all shocked.

In any case, I still think about this.  I already mentioned that I’m in touch with most everyone in the clique, and gave first names.  I think you can figure out who was the culprit without me going into too much more detail.  

Anyway, when the news broke I tried to verify the entire thing, and was able to do so.  I found his prisoner number, where he’s incarcerated, and was able to vet the entire thing.  It was 100% true.  Just today when something triggered me to reach out to my friend of 30 years, the first David, I came across the culprits legal information, including a detailed description of the allegations in the form of a legal brief.


Like most sane people, I find the concept of sexual gratification from children to be abhorrent behavior.  Even before I became a father I felt this way.  Children need to be protected from deviants.  It hurts me every time I find out some celebrity whose work I enjoyed is really a creepo pedophile.  Can’t even think about watching a rerun of “Sons of Guns” due to Will Hayden’s fall from grace.  Jared Fogle from Subway, that guy should just…well…to paraphrase Sam Kinison on Jim Bakker “If I had enough pride I’d just take my fucking life…”  

Thursday, October 22, 2015

Something something

Twenty seven and a half years.

1988 Spring.  Senior in High School.  Age 17.  Stops eating all meat, poultry, seafood, etc.  Lacto-Ovo Vegetarian.

Why?

Compassion?

I don't like killing things.

But I'm totally fine with them suffering for me?

I read.  Diet for New America.  Fast-Food Nation.  Vegetarian Times.  Vegan Resource Network.  I'm good.


Twenty Seven and a Half Years.


Am I healthy?

Am I thin?

I binge on carbs, my palate becomes dulled.  No one understands.  I don't either.

Twenty Seven and a Half Years.


My first real bite of shrimp in almost 3 decades was delicious.  I forgot how much I liked seafood.

I'm transitioning.  Start with Sushi.  I never said I would stop eating sushi.  Even though I kind of did.  Stopped eating the crab and fish kind.

I read labels.  I avoid fish, chicken broth, lard.  I won't eat a twinkie because they're still labelled with beef fat.

Arguments at dinner become boring.  Plants have feelings too.  You don't even like vegetables that much.  Where do you get your protein?  How can you eat soy?

I'm not militant.

I don't care what you eat.

My wife is not vegetarian.

My daughter is not vegetarian.

As of two nights ago, neither am I.

I am taking this slowly.

My body hasn't had this type of food in a long time.  My digestion needs to be reset.

My wife made ground beef tacos this evening for dinner, along with soyrizo, which is amongst the tastiest of vegetarian meats.  I ate one.  I'm still here.  The vegetarian police haven't knocked on my door to arrest me.

Who am I harming?  Me?  Somehow I don't think so.  I'm still overweight.  I binge on carbs.  Somehow I think that might be going away.  We'll see.

I don't want to hear "I told you so."  I don't need to be told "I don't know what took you so long."  That's inappropriate.  I do not regret my diet.  I do not regret those decisions.  I lived the way I felt I needed to live.

I am 44 years old.  Change is inevitable.  Stagnation is death.

Twenty-Seven and a Half Years.

Long enough.

Friday, June 12, 2015

Los Angeles Film Festival - The Film Independent/Project Involve Shorts Screening - June 11, 2015 - Featuring ROBO SAINTS

My lovely and talented wife Melissa Pritchett has now done the costume design for two short films, the first one “Where We Begin” premiered in April at the Tribeca Film Festival, and was well received.  Unfortunately we didn’t get to attend that premiere, and so far it hasn’t screened on the West Coast yet. 

The second film that she worked on is entitled “RoboSaints” and it premiered last night at the Los Angeles Film Festival as part of the Film Independent Project Involve series and we did get to attend that screening, and it was an amazing experience.

No red carpet to speak of, but that’s OK.  We were ushered into the lobby of the Regal LA Live 14 theaters where I saw Elvis Mitchell and got to shake his hand, which was pretty awesome.  The screening was upstairs three stories, and we’d never been to this particular theater, which is really a bit overdone if you ask me, but of course, you didn’t.  After blowing some dough on drinks and snacks we sat down, anxiously awaiting our screening.

After an introduction by a gentleman who really could have used some practice speaking in front of others, the screening began with a really provocative piece called “Vamanos” about a young Latina who is at odds with the mother of her late partner over the choice of outfits that the mom has made for her daughter’s funeral.  A nice dose of humor contrasted with the overarching theme of alienation in the Hispanic community for their LGBTQ members.  Well worth checking out.

Film number two was entitled “Fractured” though its original title was “The Water” as you’ll see in this clip.  It’s the story of a cabbage farmer in the Central Valley of California, who while having to overcome the recent devastating drought in the Golden State becomes increasingly concerned with his pregnant wife’s erratic behavior due to fears surrounding the safety of the water supply in an area that has been targeted for frackking.  The farmer must decide to gamble on the future of his farm and also figure out how to keep his wife safe.  It’s a powerful look at a very important and timely issue.

Our film was up next, but I’m going to save that experience. 

The fourth film was “Teachers” by Mark Columbo and features Tatiyana Ali (“Fresh Prince of Bel-Air”).  I honestly wasn’t that into this short, though it was competently directed and looked great.  The story just didn’t resonate with me as much as some of the other projects.  Still it’s a worthy piece that again touches on a timely issue, namely the education of underprivileged youths and how they can just fall through the educational system’s cracks.  Ali and her costars are fantastic, but the film just didn’t do anything for me.

Penultimately we were shown “Debris Escombros” by far the most powerful and heaviest of all the shorts.  The plight of children caught up in human trafficking is still happening today, and the evil slavers are using technology to keep track of their “merchandise” ala an Amazon.com warehouse.  It’s disgusting to see visually, and the impact is especially salient when it’s presented so well.  The two young leads did a phenomenal job, as did the older performers.  I was very happy to see the actors after the film to verify that indeed the piece was entirely fictional.  That’s how impactful this short was to me.

Finally we had Drowning which was unique amongst the shorts we saw in that it featured the young protagonist’s narration of the events.  Diego is a sophomore in High School and overweight.  He’s a quiet and shy kid, not unlike most teenagers, and he’s got a crush on Sarah.  He’s also got an arch nemesis; the fit and attractive swimming star Marcus, who also likes Sarah.   Diego must overcome his shyness and fear in order to get the girl away from his bully.  This is another story of a timely topic that while it doesn’t go under reported, certainly can use more light shed upon it.  This film was so expertly crafted I forgot that it was a low-budget short!  It really resonated with me as well, being that I’m overweight myself and I used to have severe self-loathing.

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Carlin James 
For my family though, the highlight of the evening was the first public screening of the film we all worked so hard on, “ROBOSAINTS”.  A little backstory might be necessary though.  Melissa Pritchett, my wife, graduated college from Southern Utah University in Cedar City Utah, which is the home of the Utah Shakespeare Festival.  While she was there she made a few great friends, one of whom is Mitsuyo Miyazaki.  Mitsuyo and Melissa had a ball making costumes at SUU, and well, unfortunately after that they lost touch.  Cut to about a decade later and Mel tells me that she really wants to go to a film festival screening at the Chinese theater for the “Hollyshorts” project – Mitsuyo’s Master’s Thesis “Tsuyako” was screening and Mitsuyo was attending.  It would be the first time in over a decade that the friends would see each other.  They reacquainted themselves and had a blast. 

Long story short, Mitsuyo ran into Mel a few months later when they both happened to be in Cedar City and said that it was fortuitous since she was planning on engaging Mels’ services on her latest film, a dance narrative that was to be shot on location in Cedar City, entitled “Where We Begin”.   Thus began a journey that saw Mel staying on location in Cedar City for several weeks working on this project of love with a cast and crew.  It also saw me drive to Utah from Los Angeles with both my Daughter and my Mother in tow.  We actually were on the set for one full day and Kaylee is in the film as a gypsy girl and can be seen fleetingly.
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Carlin James and Robert Ryu

Once life got back to normal in Los Angeles we weren’t really actively looking for another film to work on, but our feelers were out there.  Sure enough Mitsuyo called and wanted Mel to meet with Peter Jin, a friend of hers who was looking for a costume designer for this LGBTQ themed love story that is set in the world of Anime Cosplay.  Now many of you are saying to yourself, what is Anime Cosplay – well, it’s costume play where you dress up as a character from a Japanese Anime series.  This film, entitled “ROBO SAINTS” featured two males leads, one of which is in love with the other, and he cross-dresses as a female mecha pilot in order to win the love of his life. 

In the course of a very very short amount of time she and Peter designed three flight suits for the main characters to wear; two male suits and a female suit, only the female suit would actually be worn by a male.  For reference Peter had Mel watch Neon Genesis Evangelion and of course she was already familiar with Mobile Suit Gundam in its variations.  I helped Mel as usual in my own way, haggling over fabric prices in Downtown Los Angeles, finding athletic gear at the donation shops that could be used for armor pieces, molding hand made epaulets for the costumes, and most importantly, designing and creating the name badges for each of the three suits.  Melissa did the really hard work though, patterning each suit, then meticulously putting them together, adjusting for sizes and ultimately on set repairing some of the material, which turned out to be really poor quality.

On the day of shooting we trucked out to one of the locations in town that was used for Mitsuyo’s film, naturally she already had a relationship with the business in question.  The cast and crew assembled, we shot many takes over the course of the day and everyone on hand got involved.  It was magical in many, many ways.  Bonds were formed, friendships made, etc.  The entire thing was shot in about a week or so, took a couple of months in post and we watched it last night, in awe most of the time.

There’s something you just can’t explain about seeing your work on a huge screen.  I can’t speak for Melissa, but when I saw the pieces I had helped make I felt a huge sense of pride and accomplishment, more so than virtually everything I’d ever done in a professional capacity.  The film itself is terrific, funny and touching in a modern kind of way.  Sure the subject matter may be a bit more esoteric than the mainstream is willing to accept, but the diversity present in the film really shows through as the two male lead actors, director and producer are all Asian American.  Much of the crew are also members of the LGBTQ community or allies.  And the story is so sweet and charming that you can’t help love it.  At least I hope you can’t.

IN any case, there’s another screening of the film on Monday, June 15.  Tickets are FREE:


Monday, June 15 6:00pm
Talk Score to Me
Regal Cinemas at L.A. LIVE
1000 W. Olympic Blvd 90015




Tuesday, March 3, 2015

I should never title anything "The Daily"

Because besides waking, eating, breathing, relaxing and sleeping there are very little things in life that I do daily.  Blogging is not something I do daily.  I do Facebook daily.  I have probably posted something on Facebook every day since I joined.

I post today because I want to spread the word.  I just received this via email from a work related company.  I like the sentiment, so I'm passing it along.

The Pi Day of the century, 3.14/15 is only a little over a week away. For a time now Pi Day has been all about fun and of course pie, but with the way in recent years, science and even reality itself have come more and more under attack, I’m thinking maybe this year it’s time for Pi Day to emerge as something more than just fun. 
For so much of our history, the people of our country and the world have benefited greatly from the science-based reality that has shaped America’s future. Science may be based on numbers, but science's actual value is in its humanity. It's beyond doubt that through science and the honest representation of reality our lives have become safer, healthier and happier. 
Yet today the very science that has done so much to reduce suffering in our lives is now under attack. From the climate, to vaccines, to Wisconsin's own Governor Walker’s belief that there are more votes in denying evolution than there are in embracing it, clearly somewhere something has gone very wrong. There is more than enough blame to go all around for how we got here, but maybe this is one of those times that where we are is not nearly as important as where we need to be.
Maybe rather than a debate of our differences, what we need is a celebration of what we share. At Penzeys we think Pi Day could grow into just the holiday we need. There really is no time to lose to get on to celebrating the truth of science-based reality and the math behind it. And there is also no time better than now to get back to celebrating the kindness, compassion and the nurturing nature of our shared humanity that has always been behind the very best that science has brought to our lives.
In Pi, the number is all the value and beauty and wonder that is at the heart of the reality science holds. In the gift of a good slice of pie, the desert is all the kindness and compassion that our shared humanity encompasses. Pi Day really is ready to become so much more. And could there be a better day to relaunch Pi Day as the holiday we truly need than 3.14/15; the Pi Day of the Century?
So we are reaching out to our customers for help. We need your stories and a recipe or two. We already have good stories in the works for living with climate change, the value of vaccines, evolution, and the psychology/brain chemistry of why as humans we are so resistant to seeing the certainty of climate change.
Where we still really need your help is in finding an economist or two to speak to why our deficit spending has left our economy and our humanity in so much better shape than what Europe is facing today. And we could also use one more person with the knowledge to speak to the monetary cost and the human cost of sending to prison people who simply need treatment instead.
For recipes we are flexible. Pies are great but not necessary. Maybe you have another baked good you like to share. Or possibly you have a way you like to make some other circular item: a sliced carrot recipe, scallops are always popular, or even a beet salad that's an old family tradition would do the trick. We really are flexible.
The important thing is if you have the science, or the numbers, or the knowledge that is needed for good policy making in the fields of economics or restorative justice please actually contact us. Don't wait for someone else to do it. Just email a phone number where we can reach you and I will have one of our friendly writers give you a call.
It's time to get off the sidelines. We can't let science and all the goodness it can bring to our lives be a victim of our cultural wars. I don't mean to be overly dramatic, but the future really is at stake here. With your help 3.14/15 could be the turning point the world so very much needs.
We realize we are looking for a needle in a haystack here, and on short notice. If you know someone who fits what we are looking for, please forward this email to them, or better yet, give them a call.
Thanks,
Bill Penzey

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Dreaming of Dead People

This week my lovely wife and daughter are off to Utah to return the costumes from the Jewish Women's Repertory Theater Company's production of "Into the Woods", so I'm in Bachelor mode all week.

I get home from work and our cable is turned off due to late payments.  Now we have been making regular payments, but not working for awhile and savings running out meant some things haven't gotten paid on time.  In any case, I got on the live chat with AT&T because I refuse to call their customer service call center in the Philippines, and the nice CS rep I was chatting with said my service would be restored within the hour.  No mention of payment required, no discussion with credit and collections, just that my service would be restored.

You can see where this is going can't you?

75 minutes later, no service.  Chat again, and they immediately connect me to Credit and Collections who claims that they have to have payment before turning me back on, and that the other rep made a mistake.  Well duh she made a mistake.  In any case, furious at being lied to once again, I fired off a twitter and Facebook post to AT&T and within the hour my issues were solved, my balance was wiped away and I have service (except that I don't because I have to reset all my stuff).

So the moral of that story is this - customer service call centers that outsource are awful, always go to the social media team.


After falling asleep at about 11 which is my usual bed time, I dreamt, as we all do.  From time to time I dream about my Father and his side of the family, which except for my Great-Aunt Annette, are all gone.  Last night's dream was incredibly vivid and strange.  I dreamt that I went back in time to a party at my Grandmother's house, and she was there as was my Uncle.  And strangely so was a younger version of myself.  I was tangible in my dream, I could touch things and interact with people, but as the dream progressed I slowly became my younger self and forgot that I was time-travelling.

Someone has unresolved issues don't you think?