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I've been trying forever to figure out how to cancel my Xbox live account... I don't play it any more, and as of tomorrow, I'll be shipping the paper weight to someone in exchange for board games (sweet!). Getting rid of Xbox, easy, Xbox live account, not so much. It's damn near impossible to find the actual Microsoft web page, that has the phone number(only way to cancel) to get your account cancelled. I don't want to be charged fifty bucks a year for a service I will never use again. It is an automatic charge, by the way, which is preceeded one business day by a curt warning e-mail. I was getting ready to change my bank account number thinking it the easier route at this point when I spontaneously decided to google the situation...
one useful page, and here it is: http://www.evankroberts.com/2005/10/how-to-cancel-your-xbox-live-account.html
This guy went thru the same crap as I, and probably more. I post this here in the hopes of maybe making it easier for other people to stop giving Microsoft their money. Good evening, and good luck. |
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I'm really starting to hate boxes... I'm still packing things in the house that is technically half mine. All my stuff is two floors up, in the attic and I'm procrastinating in carrying them down here. I don't need the jump-start of encouragement that I thankfully got from Fran and Kat earlier this week. I'm still kind of riding that... I'm glad they convinced me to move some stuff that night. Now I'd really like to polish the project up, but I'm dragging my feet... maybe when I get my clean clothes out of the washing machine and put them on I'll have some renewed vigor. |
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I know that there's almost no one out there that will notice me writing an entry in my much-ignored journal. Since those people are technically my friends, I expect them to respect and carry out my wishes.
That having been said, go punch a feminist. Hard. Remember, this is for me.
I know this is going to be a bit annoying for many of you, since Allan is out of reach. And Allan you canNOT get out of this by punching yourself unless you actually do so with enough force as to knock yourself out.
( Do it now, you can read the rest of this later. ) |
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- If you break Steve, you will get seven years of bad luck!
- Steveology is the study of Steve.
- Wearing headphones for an hour will increase the amount of Steve in your ear 700 times.
- Steve can sleep for three and a half years.
- Originally, Steve could not fly!
- In his entire life, Steve will produce only a twelfth of a teaspoon of honey.
- The National Heart Foundation recommends eating Steve at least three times a week!
- The eye of an ostrich is bigger than Steve.
- More than one million stray dogs and half a million stray cats live in Steve!
- Twenty-eight percent of Microsoft's employees are Steve.
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Dark Knight, my ass, I have no problem using guns
( ok, I'll meme too... )
Long day tomorrow. Why can't I sleep.
Long, long day.
Nov. 16th, 2005 @ 12:57 am
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| » Fairly ticked off |
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Yeah, I'm quiet.
I'm being passive in my anger.
People tend to like it better than the other kind of anger I usually have.
I was previously ticked off by work. I don't care for it when I go out of my way to help on my day off and I get almost no appreciation. Lets see if anyone else does all those little chores. The comments made by some one who is my equal in the work place but seems to think he is my superior aren't going to be tolerated long. Give me one more direct order and it will get settled outside.
I'm mostly ticked off at my gaming group; most of which do not understand or try to comprehend the fact that there are weekends in which I try to maintain my non-gaming relationships. Then they agree to game at a set date only to change plans right in front of me a mere few hours later. Without even a slight word of recognition to the plans previously made. Yeah that ticks me off.
Something else is when people complain that they have no friends. No one to do anything with. So they give invites to just about anyone regardless of the other parties' interests. If it weren’t for the lack of knowledge of the issue previously mentioned, I'd be more than a little ticked off. Why don't you invite "creepy"?
I'm a bit annoyed by the consistent belittling of my favorite hobby. Especially when it's in retaliation to my inability to see the equity in driving for ten hours to obtain (at most) two hours of entertainment.
I'm fairly ticked off.
May. 3rd, 2005 @ 12:16 am
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| » Tell me things I want to hear about my self yay!!! |
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Pick ONE word from each pair that you think describes me the best & leave it in the comments.
Then copy this and post it in your own journal to see how your friends view you.
* Jerk or Jerk
* logical or logical
* social or punch (you in the face)
* sex (comment blindly on my life) or nothing (what you really know about me)
* angry or punching (the kat right now)
* Animals are food
* blanket or cover
* leader or commander
* loud or loud
* scheming or planning
* knives or guns
* hiking or walking
* whisky or vodka
* top or apex
* Boots or Boots
* pants or damn (the pants)
* violent or rough
* aware or alert
* gamer or gamer
Apr. 29th, 2005 @ 11:35 am
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| » Adrenaline to Burn |
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It’s not a good thing to have too much of that chemical
flowing in your veins. It causes
stress, which ultimately leads to a myriad of health problems that medical
science has yet to catalog in total.
So when Rebel Blue was almost crushed by a tour bus making a
left turn in Bethesda, you can bet your ass that my body released enough
adrenaline to launch a horse over a small house. I needed very little of that potential energy to make the quick acceleration
and lane-change to avoid damaging the bus.
Even so it was there, in my blood, making my heart pound and my arms
throb with the instinct of fight or flight.
With no real way to wind down while driving home I decided
to use my heightened heart rate to the best of my abilities. I got right onto 495. Rebel Blue has had its engine re-sealed,
which means it can top out at 90mph without exploding into flames. I got home in record time; especially after
I cut off the traffic on New Hampshire Avenue (there’s no merge lane for that
exit ramp).
The look on the face of the driver of that compact was
priceless. It would only have been
better if it had been one of my customers…
…and I’d crushed him.
Actually I’ve had pretty good customers in Bethesda, just
not enough of them. Business is always
slow and the major stress I have as the month draws to a close is trying to get
the ledger in the green. The sales
goals are not unrealistic. They are,
however, totally impossible to meet without perfect conditions.
Welcome to life where the slogan is: YOU WILL NEVER FIND
PERFECT CONDITIONS UNLESS YOU ARE TOTALLY UNPREPARED TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THEM!
So yeah, go to the surplus store, buy things. You need to. Really.
It’s not as though I’ll be fired if I fail that quota. It does look bad, though. And being one of the newest and youngest
managers, I’d like to look impressive.
Or at least not full of suck.
On the up side I can always think of this and feel better:
DON’T PANIC
Yes. The
Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, that wholly remarkable book has finally come
out on the big screen. And
surprisingly, I’m not afraid. At least
not as afraid as I should be. The
trailer looked great, close enough to what I imagined to make me happy, with a
few twists so that it’s interesting.
Above all, my adamantly anti-geek girlfriend of wonderfulness is taking
me to see it opening night. Wow. I don’t know how I’m going to wait through
tomorrow evening’s shift.
Apr. 28th, 2005 @ 11:30 pm
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| You are 57% geek |  </td><td valign="top">You are a geek. Good for you! Considering the endless complexity of the universe, as well as whatever discipline you happen to be most interested in, you'll never be bored as long as you have a good book store, a net connection, and thousands of dollars worth of expensive equipment. Assuming you're a technical geek, you'll be able to afford it, too. If you're not a technical geek, you're geek enough to mate with a technical geek and thereby get the needed dough. Dating tip: Don't date a geek of the same persuasion as you. You'll constantly try to out-geek the other.</td></tr>
Take the Polygeek Quiz at Thudfactor.com
BOOM BABY, 57% and Drew Carey, ex-marine... I'll make fun of you, kick you're ass, tell you why it hurts, and make it into a board game later!
Dec. 2nd, 2004 @ 02:40 am
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| » Encouragement |
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Alright, jerks*, Rachel convinced me to renew my resume and submit it to Fantasy Flight Games. The possition they are filling is that of Board/card game Devoloper. This is one of my dream jobs, even though it doesn't pay very much (more than what I'm at now, though). Your job is to leave me lots of encouraging messeges to inflate my ego so that I get really depressed when they don't hire me.
Later,
Steven J Willson, D.C.P.
*i.e. Friends
Oct. 7th, 2004 @ 11:34 am
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| » Die ALLAN, Die |
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Oct. 5th, 2004 @ 02:17 am
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Ninjagirl5 (06:31:16): wang
Ryheslings Crow (06:32:06): yes, yes you are
Ninjagirl5 (06:33:00): no I don't think so
Ryheslings Crow (06:34:01): that's ok, because you are a wang, you don't have to think
Ninjagirl5 (06:34:54): ::kick::
Ryheslings Crow (06:36:04): no, but you can sort of wiggle
Ninjagirl5 (06:37:10): I hate you
Ninjagirl5 (07:04:04): how's life?
Ryheslings Crow (07:06:43): blah
Ninjagirl5 (07:07:09): kill anyone today?
Ryheslings Crow (07:08:00): i would have nut i didn't see him
Ninjagirl5 (07:08:13): ...eh wha?
Ryheslings Crow (07:09:10): *but
Ryheslings Crow (07:09:13): not nut
Ryheslings Crow (07:09:22): nut is what you do, wang
Ninjagirl5 (07:13:23): heh heh miss you too doomcrow prime
Ninjagirl5 (07:15:50): how are the ebay auctions going?
Ryheslings Crow (07:19:40): i was lazy and didn't post them... mostly its cause I haven't taken any pictures of the stuff yet. I get really perfectionisty about pictures and then i go nuts, so I'm procrastinating to avoid that
Ninjagirl5 (07:19:48): ahh
Ryheslings Crow (07:20:05): but thanks for reminding me... now I might work on them
Ninjagirl5 (07:20:12): hurray!
And I actually did.
Oct. 4th, 2004 @ 11:52 pm
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My normally easy job of avoiding customers and reading about camping or playing with interesting gadgets has been interrupted this week. I had to set aside my slacker routine and help with some labor-intensive remodeling of the Surplus store.
We decided to tear out the original furnishings on one wall (now pushing 40yrs old, at least) and replace them with ne fixtures. This required (of course) smashing down the old wall, after carefully removing all the products hanging there. Then I, almost by myself (pity was given to me in the form of the new guy*), moved a number of press-board and steal fixtures up out of the store's basement and to the back wall where we were working.
That was monday.
On tuesday we found out the press-board was too big and so it had to be carried back to the basement to be cut down to size. This time I was totally alone in the manual labor. While waiting for the material to be correctly cut, a shipment of 'new' surplus arrived. By new I mean things we didn't have before. Here's a partial list of the fun things I got to carry off the truck to various parts of the store:
G.I. styled wooden trunks
Swedish bunk beds (the heaviest slag you'll ever find. I also got to set them up)
large boxes of surplus clothes
large charge containers (like ammo cans, only these DON'T have handles)
many many pairs of boots
After checking all of that garbage in we took to moving it around some more. Fitting it in with the rest of the stock. I hate those heavy-assed Swedish bunks. once the majority of the new stuff had been integrated with the rest of the store I got to bring the press-board up the stairs again! Yes, by myself again! We finally got the damn display wall put together about a half hour before I was supposed to leave. Unfortunately I volunteered on monday to put the merchandise back on the wall before leaving. So I stuck around for an extra hour and a half; either bent double over dozens of boxes of socks or getting my fingers caught behind metal pegs.
The only consolation was that when I came home Rachel was there to be nice to me. She ordered us chinese food and, despite the fact that she had a blah day, gave me the best back rub I've ever hand. This needs additional explanation. I hate massages and back rubs. I rarely get one I like, if my back is bothering me I usually crack it and I'm fine. Well I couldn't get my back to crack and it wast twisted up and hurt like hell but Rach rubbed it until I could have gone back to work. She's so wonderful to me.
*If anyone's ever helped train the new guy you know that having his help is a curse in disguise. It's more work showing someone what to do than just getting it done quickly yourself.
Aug. 18th, 2004 @ 01:54 am
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This is a pro Democrat state that I live in. I'd say it's a safe bet that our electoral college votes are going to reflect that.
I agree, there is never a good time for change. I agree that Nader maybe doing a dis-service to other "liberals" by running against Kerry. But so many people feel this way, whole-heartedly enough to get on their knees and beg*, that I feel I'd be throwing my vote away to join the crowd. I've always felt slighted by the electoral college concept. In many ways I think it is out dated and needs to be replaced. At the same time it may be more necessary that the college be im effect then ever before. Which ever way I decide to vote doesn't really matter. Someone else is going to make the final decision for this state, and most likely base it on the opinions of millions of people around me.
I'd like my vote to count for something. I'd like to see a three party system. I'm proud of the fact that our country has the potential for it, and that there are men stubborn enough to pursue it. Nader should never give up, back down, or listen to anyone who says otherwise. It's his right to run for president, the same as mine when I hit 35, and I'll be damned if I ask him to give that up. Thats not why I'm going to vote for him, though. It isn't enough that I respect him. I also agree with him and feel a distinct need for change. I want to see the Green Party get the 5% of the popular vote they need to get federal recognition and funding so that in another for years there can be a visible third choice in or "two party system."
Remember that - 5% of the POPULAR VOTE - yours, mine, anyones vote can count toward this. The electoral college doesn't have to follow the popular vote, that's why it's there, so does your vote count then? Maybe. Why not vote for change? If Bush wins things might indeed be very bad; however, I don't think the world will end. But if Bush wins and things change, and there are more choices in the future, I won't grieve it.
* I really like Bill Maher a lot but when he did this I wanted nothing more than to kick him square in his pretentious ass. Bill, you've lost some of my respect.
Aug. 18th, 2004 @ 01:07 am
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Love
You are a lover of love. You love to love and be loved. You are perhaps a hopeless romantic but those are rare nowadays. Think of it as a gift. Whether you are saving yourself for that special someone or you have already found him or her. You are part of an almost extinct species of human. The kind that believe in true love... Because love is truly beautiful!
Aug. 15th, 2004 @ 01:13 pm
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| » Surprisingly Accurate |
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Surprisingly accurate, I'd say.
Aug. 15th, 2004 @ 01:06 pm
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| » I hate AOL |
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It was never pointed out to me, when I joined the AOL service, that changing my free AIM screen-name into an AOL account would mean that when I later de-activated my account, they'd take my name away. Suffice it to say, you will not see Ryhesling on-line for a while. Many of you know that I have in excess of two score of screen names. but Ryhesling was my standard. It is most upsetting because I had Ryhesling as an AIM SN linked to a free e-mail account and its now de-activated and I have to wait months to re-register it.
I hate you AOL.
But at least I finally canceled it. I wasn't looking forward to doing it. Not because I liked their service and wanted to stay with them. Not because their service was cheaper than what I have now or that they would credit my bank account without warning when ever they felt like it. No no no. What I wasn't looking forward to was the harassment I had to go through to cancel it.
I'm not even going to take the time to rant about trying to find the hotline number to cancel my account, I figure that will cut this entry in have if I don't bother.
I hate you AOL.
So after obtaining the illusive phone number and dealing with the myriad of automated menus and then waiting close to ten minutes I'm answered by an operator. This is not your average operator; she is the toughest most hardened veteran in the company. She is AOL's elite guard. Her job is to do anything possible to get you to stay with AOL. This teller is also the most polite and reserved person you may ever speak to over a telephone.
It took me close to twenty minutes total to close the account. It felt as though I had debated with this woman for two days straight through. I know she's sitting at a desk with a head-set and a monitor telling her the next thing to ask me. Don't let me walk away. My $26.99 feeds your kids. I thought about telling her that I was punching her mother in the face to see what kind of response I'd get. She tried to sign me up with four other services provided by AOL. She didn't ask if I wanted to try them. I quote, "well, I'll just get you set up with your new free..." I cut her off with curt 'no's each time. I like to think that I have a fair control over how I present myself. I think that i can issue with my voice alone the determination that says 'you aren't changing my mind with out a gun.' I think she new, i could hear the slightest weary sigh that signaled the end of her check list of things to ask me.
You may have my screen name AOL, but you won't have any more of my money or time. Bastards.
Aug. 15th, 2004 @ 11:35 am
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I'm with Darriel. I think I randomly need to go mosh for a while. I want to hurt a complete stranger who's of the opinion that I'm just another body too. But the prospect of moshing requires me to get off my ass and going to a show. Going to a show comes with a lot of pointless crap that i don't feel like dealing with, i.e. parking, paying lots of money, getting searched, dealing with drunks, etc. So that option aside, I'd really like to go bowling. I haven't been in a while and I miss it. It's obnoxious that any decent bowling ally is at least a twenty-five minute drive away. Still it would be worth it. There's no pretentious club/show attitude, and I can play video games while I wait for a lane to open. So hopefully Rachel will go bowling with me sometime this week, like Friday or Saturday. If she isn't up for it I'm sure I can convince Jennie, she likes bowling and we haven't hung out in a while.
Other thoughts currently on-deck in my head include:
Hey Allan! I've got Memoir '44 get your ass back up hear so we can play!
I really need to write down ideas for the Doomcrows comic. I have such good ones.
Matt, where the hell are you? haven't seen you in a while.
there were a couple other things but it's late and they've slipped my mind. Maybe I'll write them later.
Aug. 10th, 2004 @ 01:49 am
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