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Peas in a pod

Talking to Laura and just made a peas in pod joke (about moving PODs, but anyway) and it made me flash to something I had to stop and write about. When I was a kid, I got these stuffed peas. And I remember once, being in school and being sick. I went to a Catholic school and the nuns were a wee bit strict. They assumed if you ever said you were sick that you had to be telling lies. Had to be. So they called my dad. Now, you need to understand my father wrote for a living, and did his writing in the middle of the night. His bedtime was while I was at school. He would wake up, supposedly, in time to get my from school. Some days that worked with a margin or error less than…

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Digital isn’t the only answer.

When you have a ton of deadlines that cross each other you learn to adapt. That adaptation can take funny forms. I use Google Calendar for all my schedules. I have Google calendars I make to schedule every project that I share with any collaborators. I keep my personal schedule updated with everything I do that can at all be scheduled. It’s glorious. It’s very busy, lots of colors, and it keeps me n track. I have a widget to show me my upcoming events on my phone, every time I look at it, and I keep it open in windows at my desk. My calendar is my life, these days. Except it isn’t enough. You see, outside of just events I also have deadlines that can’t be put into a calendar the same. I can’t put a deadline into…

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Graze!

I got my first Graze box. I’d heard about Graze and kinda whatever and then a friend mentioned it again and I checked it out more and needed an invitation. Which I was lucky enough to get. And so I got my first box. Let me back up and explain what Graze is. Graze is a service that sends you a box of healthy snacks once every two weeks (by default, though it can do every week or every month) for the complete price of five bucks a box. That’s it. Five bucks gets you a box of healthy snacks. And there is variety. They have something over 90 snacks and you rate them and they send you different boxes each time. Their site, of course, is Graze.com and oddly they are a UK company. Why oddly? Because I’m in…

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Why is being honest so confusingly rare?

The other day I ordered some cat food from Amazon. It never showed up. So I called FedEx (the carrier used) and Amazon and back and forth and no one knew where it had been lost. So Amazon offered to refund me. They couldn’t ship a replacement, they didn’t have any in stock just then. All right, fine, thanks. I’ll get the cat food at a different place (cat needs some diet food stuff and it can be annoying to find, but also isn’t 100% critical so whatever) and the world keeps spinning. Except then FedEx calls me. They found the package. It would seem that Amazon slapped the label on in such a way as to block part of my address and so FedEx misplaced it. Still, they were sorry and rushing it out and insisted they would get…

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Debts imgined.

Had a bit of a run in with medical bills recently. See, months ago I had some blood work done, as part of a whole thing and in-between getting the blood work done and them sending it to the lab my insurance changed the rule on if my doctor could use a certain lab. They went from yes to no. So I got a bill for roughly $400 bucks and told the lab company no, they needed to send it to my insurance. Called my insurance who seemed confused and went about my day. So of course the lab company doesn’t do what they need to, the doctor’s office doesn’t do what they need to, and everything spirals out of control. Which is when I get a call from some fucking bill collectors. See they would like $400 please. I…

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Gone to the dogs.

I am allergic to cats and dogs. Cats I get over after a few days in the same place with the same cats. Dogs… I don’t know. That’s because I am a totally irrational and fairly complete and rationality-shattering fear of them. See growing up my mother was all allergic to both and hated them both, near as I can tell, and so we weren’t allowed to have pets. I mean I had fish and then a turtle but anyway… my dad loved cats. So I thought of cats as something possibly cool. But one day while I was out with my sister, there was this dog. Now a few things to understand about this: I was a kid, like way short and tiny. The dog was (I think) a St. Bernard. It was, at the least, about as tall…

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Red Alert!

When I was much younger someone in my family got me a Star Trek Command Communications Console. Here’s a picture of one: (click for larger) So there were four buttons and a knob. The buttons were: Transmit, Code Key, Red Alert Stand By Alert. The knob was for power and volume. This thing was basically supposed to be a toy you got along with Star Trek communicators and would act as a base station. Except I’m pretty sure I never had the communicators. So I would turn it on, and not hear anything and hit the “code button” that made beeping (the orange sticker had a Morse Code key, and watch the screen (it would kinda flash lights badly and slowly) and sometimes hit the alert buttons for various whooping and woooing noises. But that was it. I mean maybe…

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Jenny got nothing on me.

Over the weekend I decided to do something truly silly. I changed my Google Voice number with the express intent of making it public. It doesn’t ring to my real phone (and that number hasn’t changed and is still very private) be it for texts or voicemails, but I thought it would be fun to make it public. Because most of the people who read this are all kinda crazy in their own ways. So, with that in mind – my public number is (941) APKNAVE. Yup. There you go. You can call it and leave me voicemail or text it or whatever. And eventually I will hear your messages and … you know – I’ll hear them. So there you go. totally 100% useless leveraging of technology! For nothing resembling a good time, call (941) APKNAVE! It’s true –…

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Toys.

There’s a certain amount of magic I miss, and that I chase down all the time to no real avail. This is also part of why I write, really but it will all be told through the use of cars. Yes, cars. Toy cars, that is. When I was a kid I would get like Matchbox or Hot wheels cars, like most every other kid I know. And I would take that car, that purchase of joy, and play with it like whoa. Now to back up a bit when I would be allowed to go into a toy store, or at the Rite-Aid, or whatever, and told I could get a car, it wasn’t often or anything but it happened) I would look them all over and choose seriously. This car would be the best thing I ever got….

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