Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.

Okay, seriously, is it that hard to let me order my own damn prints? I put in all the information, splurging a bit (my rent’s getting upped so I’m getting while the getting is good), and after waiting for a weird ass ‘redirecting to page with more secure features’ message…

I get this lovely note:

(yes, that is a connection error image, your browser is not fucking with you).

So now I don’t even know if my order went through! But, I contacted them, so hopefully I’ll know. Sucks, because I probably won’t have the ‘courage’ to order them again and for a full set of 5×7’s of my best images at only $8.50…pretty rocking! *pouts*

And on a more “Real” note (not me bitching…just whining like a baby), mum had another one of her ‘let’s kick Sait out’ moments tonight. This time, she wants to sell the house and move into some sort of mental health ‘assisted living’ place…or something.

She’s tired of never having enough money to pay the bills (between us we make 1800$ a month, our house payment alone is 600$, then we have direct tv, phone, electricity, insurance (house/car), prescripts, food, pet food/supplies, heat (which was shut off), ect, plus loans to Uncle Mike and Grandmere), she’s tired of the house being a disaster because her home healthcare worker is a complete DUMBASS (seriously, ex 1: Mum put a large jar opener that needed to be washed after a year lost in the garage for “Ditzy” (not her real name) to wash…it sat there for three weeks before we got tired of it and washed it ourselves (well, mum did, she she SHOULDEN’T BECAUSE IT’S HEAVY), ex 2, I offered ‘Ditzy’ 60$ this month if she would help me organize my room which was still boxed up and slightly trashed from the room change a month or so ago. She spent two hours sitting there picking the lint off her pants while I worked because she ‘didn’t know where anything went’ (um, duh, that’s why the crap is still in boxes, no one knows where it goes).

Essencially, it’s just a lot of shit piling up at once. And I completely understand where she’s coming from, dude, it’s hard right now, life sucks big time.

But…It’s my home as well. I’m not just a roomate, I’m her fucking daugther (who else would pay 450, now 500$ a month rent for a room and kitchen access?! Plus, without my foodstamps? She ain’t eating.

It’s not just she promised I would never be without a home (which she has, several times, even swearing not to sell this house so I do always have it..but dude, it’s my childhood home! It’s where I grew up!

Plus, emotional issues aside, the house is trashed. The bathtub wall is coming off, it needs to be re-painted, the house stinks from years of smoking and pets who can’t figure out what a literbox is for (don’t even say it, I am doing everything I can, including owning two literboxes, I cannot figure out why Onii finds it repulsive and mus attempt to pee in my room), the front yard is molding (oregon rain + mold loves us), we have a serious ant problem, and there are cracks in the freaking windows (stupid fucking contractor).

The house won’t sell! Not only at a reduce price! Plus, land value around here SUCKS!

So yeah, I’m having a major depression/panic attack about that, on top of the two week depression funk that was so bad I was scared of what I might do to myself. I’m…not in a good space right now, yeah know? I feel as if my whole future is spinning out of control and one day I’m going to wake up and everything’s going to have gone wrong.

Which is probably why it’s 4.06am and I’m awake…can’t sleep, life will eat me. And I have a 2pm eye doctor’s appointment…fuck.

Which reminds me, the doctor (not Jackie, the one before her, Rachita) was AWSOME on Monday. I walked in, ready for a battle to convince him of my arthritis pain and within a sentence he knew exactly what I was on about and gave me meds for it. Apparently, when I had the flu two week ago, my body started attacking my joints, giving me a temporary (hopefully!) form of arthritis. Have to take a fuck lot a pills for it, but thankfully it’s not continuous!

He so rocked that appointment! I feel bad for every mean thing I said about him…and now he’s MOVING! I have to attempt to find another new GP or stay with the quack, Jackie, who can’t even remember my name…either of them! *sobs*

If I do not blow up my domain host, it will be only because of the fact they're holding moricia.com hostage.

Moricia.com expired 02 of March...which I was not informed of until today...which reminds me of two years ago, when it last expired...and I was again, NOT informed by the company. So I go to renew...and I can't log in. My email address is not valid.

...I've been with this company for three years and it's not VALID?!

Off to support I go, to politely scream at them, and while checking my tickets, I'm reminded of two years ago, when I had to do the same thing...because it would not let me renew.

*headdesk*

These people have something against me.

So now I have to wait and see if they'll release my domain back into my custody, and find a way to figure out how to transfer domains because I am seriously not going through this shit again next year.

Anyone know how to transfer domain names, in particular from Netrillium? If so how?

Anyway, obviously, Moricia.com (Beauty Within), tcr.moricia.com (The Trading Card Repository) and it's assoiates are down. Val, this includes anything I'm still hosting for you.

In happier news, Baby Seto (the laptop, not the cat...I need to get more creative with names) has been bailed out of the repair shop. He is shiny and clean with a new montor and bevel. I can no longer put him in stand-by mode, but it's a small price to have portablity and fun!

Also, my richer then god uncle finally came through and paid the 2000$ back to our morgage company, so if we get any more forclosure notices, we get to scream at them without being polite (and trust me, after two months of these assholes screwing us, they deserve it). The delay (the one where I thought he was just being an ass), was because he was possibly losing his comfy job....so, I can't blame him. *shrugs* At least he came through in the ends without me resorting to robbing a bank or selling organs. *grins*

Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.

First of all, I will confess that my favorite ad campagn at the moment is the “I’m a Mac” campaign.

Second of all, I will confess to being a Windows user for about 15 years now (and not touching a mac since Jr. High).

That said…miss the point much, Microsoft? It’s not about your users (of which you have more then quite a few), it’s not about seeing your products for a few hours or more in a controlled enviroment (of course it works dumbass, you set it up that way).

It’s about your products NOT WORKING in a home/work/ect environment! It’s about users (*waves*) being so pissed off at the bugs/errors/frustration that we jump ship to any number of other products out there that *gasp* work.

But, just like your products, your ads aren’t working either. Cute and amusing (sorry, at times they are!), they’re not focusing on the POINT, but sugar coating it with a nice wrapper and wondering off on a tagent that means nothing to the actual issue…kind of like your help files and knowledge base really…

Face facts, your products DON’T DO WHAT THEY’RE SUPPOSED TO. And any amount of shiny wrapping and cute catch phrases isn’t going to suddenly make them do so. And yes, every program has problems and have since computers were first invented, but when product c (or b or d or zob) works better then yours…we’re going to use it!

You’re Microsoft, you’re either viwed as a devil or as god (or as that great uncle Earl who you kinda like, but only at family reunions when he’s drunk and dancing on the picnic table), no amount of cute little ads or misdirection will change that.

But…maybe actually trying to do something? That just might.

(Yes, random and worthless, but I was bored and saw that comercial ONE too many times. Also, this is like the fifth post I’ve tagged with ‘rant’…I need a hobby.)

Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.

I’ve been fighting with Draco the Desktop for a few days now, trying to get it to do more then five tasks at once, and without me having to wait two minutes to switch between programs (and I’m not talking while something’s opening, I mean just hitting alt + tab and switching.

So I decided to do a bit of clean-up to Draco (which I normally do every other month, and just did I think last month), though apparently, I was half out of it during the clean up. Not only did I find useless things in msconfig, but there are programs installed on Draco since I pulled him out of the box (things I downloaded that day for something and forgot to delete when I didn’t need them). This is ridiculous and makes me shake my head at the idea I had any functionality from him.

I know I still have to go through My Downloads and My Documents, but just going though my Add/Remove stuff is a nightmare of trying to figure out what x is and why the hell it’s installed (I already accidently deleted some programs I use for video editing).

I need a bloody easy button.

Edit: Okay, I officially HATE re-coding webpages. Seriously. Especially when I’m converting from HTML to PHP.

I need to just stop doing things the lazy way and coding in HTML when I first put sites up, it just leaves more frustration later.

..and I hate the < p > code!