Weekend Odds and Ends

[kybearfuzz]

More odds and ends…

• Last week I dealt with a snarky IT contractor regarding an issue with a training database. I’ve been complaining about an issue with him for over two weeks, even going as far as sending him screen shots of the issues and the error messages. I’ve done this sort of help desk thing before and I know it’s usually helpful. He finally IM’d me and I described what happened (again). He tells me that I need to update “A” and then “B.” Having used and trained others on this system for 18 years, I explain to him that “A” and “B” are updated on the same screen, which causes an error when put in an update mode. He then quotes me some stupid Zen something or other, followed by a snide comment. That’s the issue with these contractors, they really don’t know the system they’re supposed to be supporting. I’m sure I’ll be dealing with him again this week.



• My phone call with Mom yesterday was less than fun. Her fascination with NASCAR continues and she always tells me the “racin’” is coming on. When I tell her in a flat, monotone “… great…,” she responds fully-knowing that I couldn’t give two $#!+$ for it. Then she proceeds to talk to me about it for ten minutes, about Richard Petty and how he won some stupid race 40 years ago and his nephew won the same race on the very day Richard Petty retired some 40 years ago and how Richard Petty’s wife passed away but he was still a great racer and how these new kids have no idea what it’s like to race like that… blah… blah… blah… She broke stride just long enough to tell me that my sister and brother-in-law were traveling to Atlanta to see his grandson who turns two and she hopes that they won’t leave him in the car in the hot sun, as people have been doing that and their kids are dying. She’s a bucket of laughs, my mom.



• I saw a fun horror movie yesterday called “Kiss of the Tarantula.” An early 1970-something flick about a young woman who has a fascination with spiders. Her father runs a funeral home and when some high school thugs break in to steal a coffin on Hallowe’en, one of them kills one of her pet tarantulas while threatening her. She then uses the spiders to get revenge on the high school jerks, such as setting them loose in their car when they’re on a double-date at a drive-in. What’s unusual (and somewhat humorous) about it is that these people end up killing themselves essentially out of panic over the spiders. In trying to kick and fight their way out of the car to escape, they basically tear themselves apart. Now I don’t have a huge fear of spiders, but I know others do, so it’s not so far fetched.



• Okay, it’s Monday again… yay… Hope it’s a good one for everyone, or at least not a bad one.

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Comments

[dendren.livejournal.com]

heh... I hate it when my Mom starts getting in to something I don't give a damn about. I try to be tolerant and listen but I tend to totally space out before long.

[kybearfuzz.livejournal.com]

Ugh... I know. It turns into ".. uh huh... uh huh... uh huh..." after a while. Seriously, I would rather she talk to me about her crochet and quilting shows that she watches every Saturday morning.

[barak.livejournal.com]

Your calls with your mom must really influence your mood, because you transition from her to the charming description of spider hell.

I challenge thee to draw something goofy today to cheer you up!

[kybearfuzz.livejournal.com]

LOL. The transition was uninfluenced (done in a chronological order really) and I thought the spider movie was actually entertaining.

I'm at work, so other than the odd checking of this, I'm without drawing capabilities until this evening :)

[barak.livejournal.com]

Well then, I challenge you tonight to do something fun! :-)

[kybearfuzz.livejournal.com]

Sadly, I'm inking comic book pages tonight, so no original drawing :(

[mrdreamjeans.livejournal.com]

What would happen if you said, "Mom, NASCAR is boring. For me, it's like watching paint dry on a wall." I used the paint drying on a wall line all weekend when someone wanted to discuss soccer and the world cup with me:)

[kybearfuzz.livejournal.com]

I'll have to remember that. Usually when I call her out on such things (usually negative discussions), she gets all sullen and won't talk. It's a fast way to end a call actually, but I don't want to hurt her feelings. I usually try to change the subject when she gets on one of these kicks.

[mrdreamjeans.livejournal.com]

I'm curious. What happens when you bring up a topic that bores her?

[kybearfuzz.livejournal.com]

LOL! You are assuming I get to pick a topic. She's at that age now where it's all about her. I can ask how she's doing, she'll answer and (maybe) ask how I'm doing, and then she'll either switch to a new topic or she'll use my answer to move to a new topic.

[mrdreamjeans.livejournal.com]

Two can play that game:)

[mort-83.livejournal.com]

Aiyiyiyi.
When I call my folks, I usually get to talk to my Mom, and she says only a little (unless she's loaded with news). Then when I talk to my Dad, he says a LOT, and I say very little. It's interesting how each dominates the conversation.

Today was the first time talking to my Dad in about 5 weeks where he didn't tell me the status and backstory of the neighbor's lawnmower. And no, this is not age. (He's 93). He always does this. I really, really couldn't care less, but I listen cuz he's 93. :)

[man-of-snows.livejournal.com]

I just shut my eyes and pray when people start talking about NASCAR

[kybearfuzz.livejournal.com]

I just tune things out to be honest when "racin'" talk comes about.