In this corner…

Weighing in with an IQ of 85 and a bad attitude, the Comcast Cable Guy.
In this corner, on the verge of a 4 year IST degree, with 10 years of experience on Macintosh computers, weighing in with an IQ of 130, me.

The cable guy came to hook up my future mother-in-law’s computer. I had recommended an eMac, since I know I’ll be the one maintaining it and I don’t want some Wintellian piece of junk that will crash monthly.

He rings the doorbell. At 8:30 in the morning. C (mother-in-law) opened the door (in her bedclothes) and asked him to wait a minute while she woke me up. He sighed and tapped his foot. I dragged myself out of bed and threw a shirt on.

Immediately upon entering the house, he says he’s having a bad morning. Oh great. Then he asks what operating system the computer’s running. “Mac OS X 10.2,” I say.

“It won’t work,” he says. At this point, I’m feeling two things. First, I feel like I screwed over my future mother-in-law for recommending a computer that wouldn’t work, and second, I want to know why this guy thinks an eMac won’t work. So I ask.

“Well, uh, our software, uh, hasn’t been upgraded, so, uh, I can, uh, get your name and number and we can, uh, call you when it gets upgraded. It works in OS 9, though.”

“This computer has OS 9, too. Will it work if I boot into OS 9?”

“Uh, no,” he says, “it’s something about being upgrade to OS 10. It doesn’t work anymore. It also doesn’t work in Windows 95, or on computers that were upgraded from Windows 95 to 98, and people have problems using the service on HPs that have Windows XP installed”

At this point I knew he was lying out of his ass, because there’s no difference in booting into OS 9 from an eMac and running OS 9 on a computer where it’s the default OS. At least to the applications. And my parents have an HP with Windows XP installed, and haven’t had a problem. This got me angry. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry. So I tell him to install the line, and I will set it up myself.

He walks out in a huff because (I think) he was hoping to get out of this job and get a doughnut or something. At this point, he’s woken everyone in the house up by talking too loudly, and he returns with a HUGE drill bit. (Like an inch in diameter. Way bigger than you’ll ever need to run a cable wire. I know, I helped my dad run cable in my house and we did it with a 3/8″ bit and a coat hanger.) My future mother-in-law asks him what he’s going to do with it.

“I have to drill a hole in the floor.”

“Wait a minute, I’m paying $89 to have in installed in an outlet on the wall.”

“Well, that’s a different team, you’ll have to get someone else to come out, and that computer’s not internet ready, so it might not work anyway.”

At this point, she’s starting to cry because she just bought this house and he wants to put a 1″ hole in the floor, and she thinks she just wasted $800 on a computer that won’t work.

“Why isn’t it Internet ready?” I ask.

“It doesn’t have ethernet” the idiot says.

“Yes it does”

“But it’s not the same on a Macintosh.” (Yes, he’s that dumb.)

“My friend’s got four Macs running OS X hooked up to Comcast hi-speed in the same township.”

“Well, maybe he figured it out how to do it,” he says. “I don’t know how.”

Not knowing how is a lot different than “it won’t work.”

Under my breath I say “Maybe I should call Comcast and get a friggin’ job.”

“FINE!” says he. “YOU DO MY F*&%ING JOB.” Then he grabs his stuff and slams the door as my future mother-in-law is holding me back from rushing the asshole.

So now we have my future mother-in-law and fianc´┐Że in hysterics, kids scared in the other room, and my future brother-in-law and myself ready to hunt this guy down. All in the space of fifteen minutes of this guy ringing the doorbell.

We all calm down, and my mother-in-law calls Comcast and asks what computers aren’t supported. As it turns out, there shouldn’t be any problems using Comcast broadband, and they “don’t know why any of their repairmen would say that.” Then she got transferred to this guy’s supervisor.

“Well, I’m getting a different story from him,” he says.


And we found out that, to do his job, we needed 45 feet of cable, a junction box and jigsaw, and the self-installation kit from Comcast.

And that was all before noon.

I felt like sharing.

This has been one of the worst weeks yet. I’ve felt like a slug, and skipped a bunch of classes. (Honestly, do I really need to go to IB if there aren’t any quizzes or tests and it makes me angry?) I’ll get a B or so, and isn’t that enough for a non-major class?

I have to “buckle down.” Not for me, but for my ‘rents. I don’t want them to be proud of me for nothing. And they are proud of me. And that makes me feel good.

For my birthday, I got the following:

  • Risk: LotR Edition
  • “How the West was Won” by Led Zeppelin
  • a bunch of clothes including a kick-ass jacket
  • a 10GB iPod.

Life with iPod starts on Monday. Friggin’. A.

Oh, and my car got 37.72 mpg. Wow.

Rockin’ out to Black Sabbath is the only way to set up a MySQL DB. Hell yeah. It’s great when you can’t hear anyone else, but you know they hear you. Good friggin’ times.

Gotta buy a dongle for the digicam. Gotta clean tonight.

Gotta finish online lessons. Gotta do Hepp homework. Gotta do laundry.

Just gotta rawk!

Today was a good day. I saw a bear. HUGE FREAKING BEAR. It crossed the road to PSU W-B as I was driving home. It must have weighed 300 pounds, at least. At first I didn’t know what it was, but as I got closer, I found out it wasn’t a guy in a gorilla suit, or a mountain lion, but a gigantic Black bear. Good times.

Also, my car got 33.98 miles per gallon!!! This is also good because OPEC has decided to raise oil prices, meaning all those bastards who have disgustingly wasteful vehicles will have to pay out the ass for their damn oil. (It’s also good that I filled up today.)

I would like to close by saying: Inuyasha is the most screwed up anime there is, and [as] should put Cowboy Bebop on earlier if they want me to get to class on time.

It’s been a littel while since I’ve posted. Class is going well. I’m actually sitting in one right now. (Oh boy, learning HTML.. AGAIN!) Nineteen credits won’t be so bad, the classes aren’t that hard, and it’s mostly group work. Oops, gotta do a quick HTML page.

And I’m back. Phew, that was easy.

Isabelle wasn’t nearly as bad as everyone thought it would be. We lost a few limbs (off the trees, you sicko) but aside from a few late night freak outs (I sware to god I heard a tornado once), we were none the worse for wear.

Back to class. I’ll probably be updating tomorrow. I hope. Depends on how things go. One half hour and class is over… Good friggin times.

I’ve gotten into quite a heated debate about what I hate about PSU in the Soapbox. Let me state that, first, I don’t think all greek societies are bad. I take issue with the ones who dominate a school, and who look down on non-greeks. That being said, all of the greek societies I’ve contacted have been snooty and evil. I don’t like them at all.

Second, I don’t like the Honors College because it doesn’t play by its own rules. Instead of picking out people who are intelligent, it picks out the ones who work harder than everyone else. If they said “This school is for the people who work hard.” Then I wouldn’t mind. However, when I’m twice as smart as some of the people in the Honors College (at least among those I’ve come in contact with), and I wasn’t selected, I get a little miffed.

I know I’m lazy, and that school is not as important to me as, say, quantum mechanics, and I know I dont’ work hard. In that case, I don’t belong in the Honors College. But if it was for intelligence, I’d say I do.

As for football: I don’t really have a problem with it, so long as it doesn’t usurp the prominence from scholastics. College should be about learning first, and socialization and sports second if at all.

Of course, these are just elitist ideas without any common sense behind them.

Two classes down, four to go.

Books, as usual, are too freakin’ expensive. And how much of it is available on the Internet? About 95%, and you don’t have to worry about that stuff going out of date. The smart college student wouldn’t buy books. But color be gullible; I’m buying them. (Of course, I’m getting reimbursed.)

My car continues to run well. It’s a joy to drive, and if it keeps this up I’m not sure if I’ll replace it..

Sorry there’s nothing really new. I live an interesting life.

If you’re comatose.

Three day weekends rule.

First, the car: Fixed, runs better than ever. Needs oil change in 2000 miles, though.

Had a relaxing weekend, caught up on a lot of sleep, got to sleep outside. (Hearing crickets all around you is the best way to fall asleep, even if it’s hot.)

This is my last first day of school. It’s my final semester, but I can’t apply for intent to graduate until I know that I’ll be taking French. But, my dad got the application mailed wednesday, so it got their friday of last week and so it should be coming any day now.

What really sucks is that, for the first time ever, I’m excited about school. I want to go back because I know I have great classes and teachers and I’ll learn and do a lot.

On the other hand, I’ll probably be making $25 an hour once I get outta school, which will also be nice.

I would just like to take this opportunity to say that I don’t understand women sometimes and leave it at that.

Called my parents last night. Still no word on poo car, but my dad’s gonna call today and see how much it’ll cost. I also got my mom to check the dead tree format of the classifieds to make sure my car (the 99 Jetta Wolfsburg) is still in there.

I figured out what I’m going to name it: If it’s red, it’ll be Swordfish, after Spike’s spaceship in Cowboy Bebop, and the first song will be “Tank!”. If it’s black or silver, it will be called “Fredges” after the dude who helped me by calling VW and asking a question regarding the engine in the car. The first song will be “Voodoo Child” by Hendrix.

I’m going to call my mom at noon to ask her if she looked in the paper yet.

I’m getting really excited.

I get to noodle with mySQL, PHPMyAdmin, and PHP today in creating databases. Good times, but I wish I had a reference other than the Internet. It sucks having to switch back and forth between windows.

My dad sent my registration for French 3 yesterday at noon, so that’s a load off of my shoulders. Looks like the Icelander’s gonna graduation a semester early. Freakin’ A.

I’m going to be moving my blog from Blogger to here, so in the process you’ll suddenly start seeing entries from before I started this blog. I have NOT, repeat NOT invented a time machine.