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Monday, October 01, 2007

Monday, Monday ver 1134.11

I'm sweating like the proverbial gay Republican senator in a public bathroom.

My blood glucose has been all over the map. I started on Byetta Saturday; cut back on my oral meds and good lord - I've been in the mid to high 200s most of the weekend and shot up from 160 this morning (fasting) to 299 90 minutes after eating oatmeal.

Yesterday, after church, I was totally wiped out. I thought it was just post-church nappiness, but after four and a half hours of sleep, my BG was over 299. It took all evening to get it down to 160 this morning, and now I'm zipped all the way back up.

After watching three episodes of "Dexter," Jeremy and I talked for a while about politics, the economy and such, my bedroom TV caught fire, which provided a little excitement. I hung all of my shirts on the new (very used) wooden hangars I bought from Nicole's grandparents, and then went to bed worrying about the house (fire, flood, famine and foreclosure.)

Fun times.

I just had someone ask me about my Manhunt profile in which I say that gay life is all about limerance. I explained it to him thusly:

People (especially gay people) meet someone, decide that this new person is THE one (which is an ideal that's in their head, not a real person) and have a relationship with this image personified by this new person. This relationship lasts weeks or months, until the realtiy of the now not so new person conflicts so violently with the mental image that the limerant rejects the now not new person and moves on to another person, repeating the process.


I took my car to NTB two weeks ago for brakes; they didn't do the alignment/balance work as I had asked. So, I took it back on Thursday. I still have a slapping tire, and the car changes lanes to the right on the freeway within about three car lengths.

Maybe I should walk everywhere.

Sunday, September 30, 2007

Links, links, links

How close we are to attacking Iran. Disturbing.

How close we are to a significant recession. Disturbing. Explains why the collapse of housing bubbles is psychologically connected to individuals' opinion of wealth and the state of the economy.

Saturday, September 29, 2007

Rush this...

How fun - Rush Limbaugh is back-pedaling from his comments about phony soldiers hot on the heels of the MoveOn ad. And, here is one of the phony soldiers commenting back to Mr. Limbaugh, whose never been in the military and claims he had a medical reason to not serve in Vietnam.

Ingrown butt hair, it seems.

Apparently, although his medical records suggest that he was healed, his ass is still bothering him. Maybe it's that boil on his ass that causes his vituperance and mean spirited statements.

I must now report that my interest in a Phaeton is deader than a doornail. The stories I read last week about the significant mechanical issues, and the expected dealership experiences killed it, when added to my level of frustration at my treatment at David Taylor, and other Houston area dealers over the last twenty years.

Went to Nicole's grandmother's this morning to sit with her while she had another estate sale - got a bunch of wooden hangars, cleaning supplies, ash trays for Bram's courtyard, a hall tree for the office. Met David at Red Robin for lunch, and had fun watching a private ambulance pull out of the parking lot and rip the nose off of a Toyota Corolla in the parking lot. I swear that the driver was considering just driving off, but then he realized that there were people watching, and he stopped.

After that, home to meet up with a guy from a Craigslist ad that I posted who was interested in some of my model trains. He was a tad early, and he bought five locomotives from me. Then, we went to Target, picked up my Byetta prescription ($242.00) and went to Petco and bought a new clipper for Jackie's forest of dirty hair, came home. Was planning on going to Baytown to look at the desk. I called, and the guy wasn't around. He's called a bunch of times to tell me I could go over there, but my intended window was already closed. I haven't listened to the messages yet.

Then, we had a nap - well, I had a nap. It was a hard nap, in which one awakens in a dazed state. My dazed state included waking from a dream that I was being choked by my room mate. NOT the most fun one can have. Time to make another Psych-K appointment, I'm guessing. It IS my birthday, so it's something I can give myself.

I'm invited to a party tonight; why do I so NOT want to do these things?

Friday, September 28, 2007

Friday stuffage

Thought I had a developing flat tire this morning heading in to work when the dash warning popped on and said "you have a tire about to go flat, dummy. Didn't you CHECK the tires?" Stopped at Discount Tire - they pulled all four, dunked them into the water and found .. nothing. One tire was three pounds low on air, but big whoo.

Yesterday, I had the car over at the OTHER tire place - NTB for a rotate/balance and alignment. I picked the car up and as I was waiting for them to print the paperwork, one of the technicians was looking out the front windows and said to those of us at the counter "That sure is a beautiful car. I want to talk to that guy when he comes in."

The guy who was finishing my paperwork says to him "which car?" The tech says "That red Bonneville - that's even that GXP model. They didn't make very many. It's just so beautiful."

I said "uh, hi there - that's my car. Thanks!"

It's always a great feeling of validation when a car guy is openly admiring your car. I guess I should wax it this weekend, huh?

Have a guy coming over tomorrow after lunch to look at some of the model trains, which would be AWESOME, as I could convert those he buys into new desk furniture for myself here at the office. I have found some in a Baytown warehouse (owned by a guy that Judy knows) that is SO awesome - it's .. well, I'll just post some pictures.







Isn't that yummy looking? It would be so much more attractive than this tackarama metal furniture that's here now.



You can't really see it from MY side, where the drawers are all busted, the formica is all chewed up and so on.

More Dexter watching tonight, it seems. I'm SO glad to be re-Treo'd. You have NO idea.

Friday stuffage

Thought I had a developing flat tire this morning heading in to work when the dash warning popped on and said "you have a tire about to go flat, dummy. Didn't you CHECK the tires?" Stopped at Discount Tire - they pulled all four, dunked them into the water and found .. nothing. One tire was three pounds low on air, but big whoo.

Yesterday, I had the car over at the OTHER tire place - NTB for a rotate/balance and alignment. I picked the car up and as I was waiting for them to print the paperwork, one of the technicians was looking out the front windows and said to those of us at the counter "That sure is a beautiful car. I want to talk to that guy when he comes in."

The guy who was finishing my paperwork says to him "which car?" The tech says "That red Bonneville - that's even that GXP model. They didn't make very many. It's just so beautiful."

I said "uh, hi there - that's my car. Thanks!"

It's always a great feeling of validation when a car guy is openly admiring your car. I guess I should wax it this weekend, huh?

Have a guy coming over tomorrow after lunch to look at some of the model trains, which would be AWESOME, as I could convert those he buys into new desk furniture for myself here at the office. I have found some in a Baytown warehouse (owned by a guy that Judy knows) that is SO awesome - it's .. well, I'll just post some pictures.







Isn't that yummy looking? It would be so much more attractive than this tackarama metal furniture that's here now.



You can't really see it from MY side, where the drawers are all busted, the formica is all chewed up and so on.

More Dexter watching tonight, it seems. I'm SO glad to be re-Treo'd. You have NO idea.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Thursday -

So, I am slogging along here, trying to get motivated.

I think I've met my new boyfriend.

It's been glorious weather of late. The new hibiscus on the courtyard are thriving. The garage is coming up for scrutiny tomorrow. The floors are as well. And, touch-up painting, I think. Maybe some carpet shampooing, even.

The Byetta that I was prescribed on Wednesday costs $225 per month instead of the $120 I was told earlier. I think I need to call around on that.

Going to Orlando for the first time ever for Matticia's 30th birthday and Halloween. Don't think I'll tell my Dad I'm there - Hmm.

Monday, September 24, 2007

Monday, Monday ver 1124.11

I'm starting today with a delightful piece of sarcasm and humor that I found last night; I know you won't click through to share in my amusement, so I'm going to show you here:


Care And Feeding Instructions
by Hunter
Sun Sep 23, 2007 at 05:15:38 PM PDT

Congratulations on your purchase of your new 110th Congress! These care and feeding instructions will help ensure many years of future enjoyment of your Congress: please read them carefully.

CONTENTS

As packaged, your new Congress contains:

* 1 Capitol (white)
* 435 live Representatives (also mostly white)
* 100 live Senators (mostly blazingly, translucently white)
* Congress Chow, in the form of hundreds of billions of dollars in cash
* A variety of checks and balances. You may set these aside: they don't actually do anything.

INSTRUCTIONS

1. Soon after installing your new Congress, a green, cash-rich buildup may occur. This buildup is a normal part of the ecological balance in your Congress; the murky green colors will fade slightly as the ratio of legislators to beneficial lobbyists finds a natural balance.

2. Do not expose your Congress to direct sunlight, as this may cause excessive "loss" of Senators and Representatives. In order to best ensure the health of your Congress, keep it in a dimly lit place, preferably near a variety of restaurants.

3. If your Congress begins looking drab, place an American flag behind the tank. This will stimulate your Congressmen into a variety of unusual displays. When the effect fades, add more flags.

4. Do not taunt your Congress. Their feelings are easily hurt, and may result in uncontrollable, deafening wailing. If this happens, add additional flags.

5. A certain amount of sexual perversion is normal. If your household includes children, place your Congress in a location where children will not have direct access to it. Positioning your Congress away from telephone and other communications equipment will help prevent a buildup of prostitutes.

6. As normal behavior, your Senators and Representatives will travel in schools. You may notice portions of your Congress from time to time erupt in panic over an unseen enemy, usually hippies or communists. This is normal, and will usually resolve itself through a series of sternly worded but ineffectual bills.

7. Your Congress is a carefully organized hierarchical society. Watch them work together to build highways, bridges, and overfunded vanity projects. Do not, however, expect them to show interest in you or acknowledge your presence in any way. If that's what you wanted, you should have bought a dog.

8. Under optimal conditions, your Congress may develop one or two Presidential Candidates. The bright colors and dramatic displays of these creatures can provide hours of entertainment. While Presidential Candidates may add excitement to your Congress, note that they are territorial and prone to fighting: keep Candidates separate as much as possible. Also, be aware that Presidential Candidates require ten times the amount of nutrition of other legislators, so feed regularly.

9. Clean your Congress every two years to remove buildup and prevent disease. Wipe your Congress with a disinfecting solution made up of cursory debate, weakly contested primaries, and embarrassingly shallow campaign coverage. It won't make the slightest bit of difference, but what the hell -- it will give you something to do.

All sales final. No refunds. May exchange for identically dysfunctional Congress only.


What a writer!! I laughed each time that I read that last night.

Went plant shopping this weekend - Houston Garden Center had 70% off of flowering shrubs, and I got four hibiscus for $24. WOW. We planted the courtyard yesterday; Jeremy did the re-potting and I put up more basket hangers, attached the three planter boxes I had purchased for the big house to the garage wall where we're going to grow herbs, and cleaned up. It looks a lot better. Not as good as it WILL look eventually, but good.

We also went to install the new garbage disposer that I got at Sears to replace the one that was leaking from every joint and connection. Got the old one out; can't get the new one in. I'm at home waiting for the plumber I called from Craigslist to come install it for me.

He's late.

Picked up the used TV that I bought a few months ago (which broke after five weeks.) $239 for the repair plus the money I paid for it - not the best decision I've ever made, but it works again. With it, I can listen to cable programs in digital stereo; without it, my receiver isn't sophisticated enough to do that.

Hard to believe that I've had that receiver nearly ten years. Well, nine, maybe. I'd have to look.

Still Phaeton-izing, and have been reading online about Phaeton owners who are (gasp) having trouble with the complexity of the car, the expense of repairs and the unwillingness of VW to have its extended warranty cover such repairs.

As in - sensors that go bad easily, but require replacement of the larger component to fix properly. Like, the torque converter. And, on the W12 model (which is the one I like so much) to replace the torque converter, you have to pull the entire engine/transmission, can't use pneumatic or hydraulic wrenches, have to replace transmission fluid (which you can't do while the engine's in the car) and other nonsense. In other words, the repair shop (by not following the instructions) could seriously screw up your car. AND, how many boys do you know that read the instructions?

I mean, I downloaded the sunroof adjustment instructions from the internet for my car. Clearly, David Taylor didn't use them.

AND, the Phaeton W12 (2004 model) has different computerized, adjustable shocks than does the 2005 and 2006, AND if one goes bad, you have to replace all four since the newer model isn't compatible with the old model and the car's myriad on board computers can't communicate successfully with a mixed set. And, "shocks" are considered a wear item, not covered by the VW warranty. And, the new shocks are One Thousand Seven Hundred Fifty dollars.

Each.

In OTHER other words, a Phaeton could produce some serious financial headaches for the un-heeled owner. Plus, many opportunities for dealer indifference, and you KNOW how well I (don't) respond to that.

Thusly, I'm thinking that the Phaeton should be relegated to the realm of "saved by the Grace of God," and it's time to move on.

The plumber has called; he should be here shortly.

OJ and Bram are both yet asleep. Bram's been sick, and who knows how late OJ stayed up last night. He's supposed to be up to supervise the plumber. Ah, well.

A ton of work to accomplish this week. Bleh. Have to order the mailers to let people know I'm not doing tax work next year, and referring them to the two people I've picked to send them to (geographically vetted, of course.)

Saturday, September 22, 2007

"PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN, WHERE AT LEAST ... "

What? What are we? Free? Hardly. We're more heavily restricted in our viewpoints than almost any but a dictatorial society. My neighbors put trash and dog waste on my front stoop because I'm not a Republican. Just wait until the giant HILLARY FOR PRESIDENT sign goes up in my front yard. And the video camera to record any "incidents." You should click that link. Yes, you really should. See how proud you feel to be an American today.

Actually, I may put out a huge "MoveOn.org" sign.


Rules #1 - 200,000,000 For Effective Liberal Politics
(posted on http://www.digbysblog.blogspot.com/)

by tristero

Following up on Digby's recent post, I'd like to remind everyone how the system, like it or not, works. It's quite simple.

If you're mad at the Democrats who denounced MoveOn, do something about it. Give MoveOn money. If you plan to donate to individual political campaigns, give the money to those campaigns through MoveOn (or an equivalent group).

Money talks, people. And direct donations to Democrats won't cut it, except to the best of the best. When a truly large portion of a Democratic candidate's funding comes from MoveOn - more importantly, when a truly large portion of the Democratic Party's war chest comes from MoveOn and similar groups... well, no guarantees. But I can guarantee that if liberals don't seriously organize their funding of Democrats, we will repeat the awful spectacle of the last few weeks again and again. (Not to mention the kind of capitulations to the rightwing that, so far, has characterized the 21st century.)

Question: How much money we're talking about here? Answer: heh, heh, heh. C'mon, you weren't born yesterday!

For those of you who have been living under a rug, here's a link to MoveOn. If you don't like MoveOn, no biggie. Simply donate to a group you do like that endorses and funds political races. And if you donate directly to candidates, do so only to the absolute finest candidates and let the others come begging to MoveOn for endorsements and cash.

One final thing which you may not like to hear. Of course, you have to vote. But I'm sorry to say that if you can possibly afford it, you also have to pony up for decent congresscritters, governors, presidents, etc. No cash, no influence,

Does this sound like a shakedown? Well, yes. But remember, we're the reality-based folks and like it or not, you'll have to pay for good government. And if we don't pay, there never will be even a hope of election reform that helps curb the shakedown. Ever.


Yesterday, Larry send me an email asking me to include something in my blog. It's definately DivoBlog worthy. It's a MoveOn email:

Dear MoveOn member,

Yesterday, an amazing thing happened. After the Senate's shameful vote, and after President Bush called MoveOn "disgusting,"1 our email started to fill up with messages like this one:

I'm currently in Iraq. I do not agree with this war, and if I did support this war, it would not matter. You have the RIGHT to speak the truth. We KNOW that you support us. Thank you for speaking out for being our voice. We do not have a voice. We are overshooted by those who say that we soldiers do not support organizations like MoveOn. WE DO.

YOU ARE OUR voice.

And then came the donations. By midnight, over 12,000 people had donated $500,000—more than we've raised any day this year—for our new ad calling out the Republicans who blocked adequate rest for troops headed back to Iraq.

The message from MoveOn members was loud and clear: Don't back down. Take the fight back to the issues that matter.

So today we're shooting for a very ambitious goal: Reach $1 million so we can dramatically expand the campaign we launched yesterday going after politicians who support this awful war. Can you chip in $25 toward our goal?

https://pol.moveon.org/donate/mcconnell.html?id=11275-3133794-C_xJbL&t=2
All day, messages from vets and military family members kept pouring into our email, many of them aimed at the Senate:

I have given a son to this country. My brother, my father, my uncle have all served honorably and bravely. I am a loyal American. I am outraged and sick to death of the tactics this administration uses to try to silence dissent to a war that is unjust, built and maintained on lies, political power, and greed. I was content to let others fight more loudly, but no more.
–Sharyn W., NC

I am a prior soldier who served in Iraq for 13 months, and am now an expecting mom with a husband who is deployed in Baghdad. I don't think I can ever forgive the Bush administration for the lies that tricked America into this war and hurt my family so badly. I am ashamed of those American politicians who would condemn an organization for practicing the Freedom of Speech that so many soldiers have died for.
–Danielle B., OH

As a US Navy veteran and an Iraq war veteran of over a year I want to ask, What has happened to us? What has happened to our voice? Where is this country going with stopping free speech and free press? ... Every time I think of the long nights I had in Anbar remembering what I was fighting for, well here it is....
–Ahmad H., LA

These folks have made sacrifices many of us can't imagine. Their charge to us was clear: keep speaking the truth about how President Bush and the Republicans have betrayed our trust.

So we're going to expand our ad campaign—keep it on the air longer and run it against other politicians who helped block adequate rest time for our troops. Can you chip in $25 to do it?

https://pol.moveon.org/donate/mcconnell.html?id=11275-3133794-C_xJbL&t=3

And still the messages kept coming ...

I've had three nephews serve since 2002, one of whom was killed in Anbar Province. I have a fourth nephew at Quantico training. I want this war over before he is deployed and before any more of our soldiers are sacrificed.
–Michele R., NE

Three members of my family are military. Two Marines have served in Iraq and an Army Lt. is deploying in November. If we had all spoken out when the administration used General Powell perhaps we would not be in this mess.
–Carol B., PA
As a Marine I served for many reasons but one of them was to allow people the freedom of speech, whether I agreed with it or not. Wearing a uniform does not mean someone isn't a shill, is spewing propaganda, and downright lies. MoveOn has every right to buy an ad and say what they want about a public figure. This administration has lied to us, deceived us, misled us and when posed with a challenge this is how they respond?
–Keith G., VA

The Senate won't pass a policy to end the war or even to make sure our troops in the field have enough rest time between deployments, but they hold votes to crack down on millions of Americans who are upset about the war?

Well—it isn't going to work. We put together a hard-hitting ad that highlights how Republicans failed our troops and if we can raise enough money today, we'll air it across the country. Please help if you can:

https://pol.moveon.org/donate/mcconnell.html?id=11275-3133794-C_xJbL&t=4

For all of us on the MoveOn staff, this week was a bit of a rollercoaster—MoveOn was attacked by nearly the entire Republican party, while too many Democrats ran for the hills. But what kept us going were messages like these—and the incredible privilege we feel to serve all 3.2 million Americans in MoveOn.org.

When the story is written of how the Iraq war ended, you will be the heroes. Thank you.

–Eli, Adam G., Adam R., Anna, Carrie, Daniel, Erik, Ilyse, Jennifer, Joan, Justin, Karin, Laura, Marika, Matt, Natalie, Nita, Noah, Tanya, Tom & Wes
MoveOn.org Political Action
Friday, September 21st, 2007


So, everyone on Capitol Hill and inside the beltway had apoplexy about MoveOn calling Petraeus into question about his report. But, this is okay:

Chicago: Thanks for taking questions. What do you see at the event(s) that could really shake up either of the presidential primary races between now and January? I'm not talking about Osama blowing up the Sears Tower or 1,000 GIs being killed in Iraq next month but regularly scheduled events or debates, or the beginning of the millions in TV ads, things within the campaigns' control.

Jonathan Weisman: How about Obama blowing up the Sears Tower! I never liked that building anyway. (Just kidding, folks.)


And this is okay, too -


The left has core values. They're just not ours. But I mean, if Obama Osama -- here's the story. It's in the Orlando Sentinel. "Obama Osama Leads Star Power or Lends Star Power to Nelson. A Democratic U.S. senator campaigns for his colleague in a town hall forum in Eatonville. About 500 people rose to their feet in a standing 'O' worthy of a rock star, as U.S. Sen. Barack Obama Osama hit the stage."


Well, we've got another tape from -- I get these guys confused -- Usama bin Laden. Another tape says he's going to invade Pakistan and declare war on Pakistan and Musharraf, which, ladies and gentlemen, puts him on the same page with a Democrat presidential candidate -- that would be Barack "Uss-Obama." And let's go back to August 1st: "U-Bama" gave a speech on counterterrorism, and here's a portion of what he said.



And it is true that Barack Obama is on the move. I don't know if it's true that President Bush called Musharraf and said, 'Why can't we catch this guy?'



If you thought Obama's last name was enough of a political pitfall, get this: Last night on Hardball, GOP strategist Ed Rogers ridiculed a potential Obama candidacy by using — possibly for the first time on cable news — Obama's little-known and politically unfortunate middle name. "Count me down as somebody that underestimates Barack Hussein Obama," Rogers said.



The media, the drive-bys, are in the midst of Obama-gasms. Because Obama -- that would be Barack Hussein Obama -- has announced the perfunctory and predictable exploratory committee to go out there and ask people what they think he ought to do. And on February 10th, he will announce his intentions -- which we all know. Really gutsy of Obama to do this while Hillary's out of the country. Hillary had a 2 p.m. press conference today, but she canceled it because Obama's making such big news today. It's kind of like the "Breck girl" was in New York yesterday ripping into Hillary while she was out of the country. Shows that they still fear her.


The number of people that I personally know who quote Rush Limbaugh (the source of most of these quotes, all of which are attributed on Digby's site) and think he has something good to say .. it astonishes me.

I've circled back to the night of Walker, Texas President's inauguration. I was at the Texas/Wyoming ball, en tuxedo, quite drunk. Walker, Texas President entered with his lovely Stepford Wife. He promised to correct a campaign flaw in that he had never publicly danced with his wife for more than ten seconds - he promised to dance the entire "Waltz Across Texas" with her as we watched and the Coast Guard Academy orchestra played.

He danced for fewer than one full verse and then waved and left. On his first night as President, he lied to the faces his strongest supporters (and to me) and they ate it up. I had tears streaming down my face and the husband of a co-worker said "now you know how we felt when Clinton was elected."

Clinton, the centrist. "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" Clinton. No more welfare Clinton. Privatize the government Clinton. That Clinton. Being a Centrist is so challenging to their positions that he had to be savagely attacked for eight years, and now seven years later remains a boogeyman.

I snapped back at the man "at least no one was going to shove you and your friends into ovens, buddy."

That's how I feel now. Like they've built the ovens, and just haven't started the mass arrests and shipments.

The man was shocked - he said "we'd never let that happen."

I didn't believe it that night, and I don't believe it now. All of my respectable, conservative, Republican friends would quietly sit aside as I vanished from the face of the planet and say nothing. And vote again for the people who have put our Treasury into the hands of their campaign contributors, stripped us of our rights and bastardized our courts that no reversals can take place.


When the Nazis came for the communists,
I remained silent;
I was not a communist.

When they locked up the social democrats,
I remained silent;
I was not a social democrat.

When they came for the trade unionists,
I did not speak out;
I was not a trade unionist.

When they came for the Jews,
I remained silent;
I wasn't a Jew.

When they came for me,
there was no one left to speak out.


Once they've shoved me into that oven, at least I won't be saying anything anymore. Not that a one of you is going to do anything about it at all.

Saturday anger and rage

First, I pick up my computer this morning to find an email from the sales manager of David Taylor inviting me to trade in my car. After all, it's got 36,000 miles on it. Almost.

They'd probably whack me for the broken windshield.

Such an opportunity invites reply! And here it is:

Dear Mr. DeSerf:

Thank you for your email inviting me to again do business with David Taylor.

I must compliment Michelle Gertner very highly. She's excellent at follow-up, has a terrific attitude and is wonderful to work with.

However, my experiences with David Taylor, aside from dealing with Michelle, over the past two years have been universally negative in the extreme. I had a dreadful sales experience with your former internet sales manager two summers ago, which prompted me to buy the Bonneville which you've invited me to trade in. With the Bonneville, I've had an ongoing service nightmare that has had me in more than six times for warranty repairs that were not done, not done correctly, damage done to my vehicle repeatedly, and a universal character of denying and defending - telling me that the problem was in my own mind.

Right now, I have a moonroof that was replaced by David Taylor two weeks ago and makes more wind noise than it did before replacement. The service advisor and the service manager have communicated that this is a normal condition and that I am too picky. However, the moonroof, when vented, makes less noise than it does while closed. Six people, including a David Taylor customer, have ridden in the car and have been speechless or derisive about how David Taylor's service personnel have characterized my experiences. I have an exhaust rattle under the hood that David Taylor's service department "can't find," but that people traveling in my car can hear and feel.

After these many fruitless visits, each time requiring time away from work and days without a car, all we can do is make jokes about my imagination being so vivid that it comes with sound effects. I have been again invited by your service manager to go on a test drive to review my complaints. When last at your store, the shop foreman acknowledged that the moonroof made a lot of noise, and told me that it was as good as they could do. Two days later, your service advisor told the GM representative that I was only hearing wind noise. That man has lied repeatedly about the condition of the car and how things were handled - there is no more credibility on the part of your service personnel.

I decline another opportunity to take time away from work, be treated with deference, have nothing accomplished and have the car returned to me in a lesser condition than it was put into your hands as the bailee.

In my more than twenty-five years in business consulting and behavioral counseling, it is clear to me that such behavior in a business structure comes down from the attitudes and the character of those at the top. My experience with sales in 2005, and my experience in service demonstrate that David Taylor does not have a culture of customer service, but is out to maximize yield in each day's transactions regardless of the future cost. GM as an organization also endorses and encourages this behavior, at least at the lower levels. I expected a different experience at a Cadillac franchised store. My experience has been different only in that the indifference I encountered at Chevrolet, Pontiac and Buick stores is sugar coated with a veneer of politeness and more attractive surroundings.

Even GM's factory representatives are only capable of repeating David Taylor's defensive transfer of blame to me; albeit with a perky and cheery voice.

My experiences at David Taylor have caused me to question whether buying another GM car after being a loyal and frequent GM buyer since 1978 would be in my best interest. As appealing as the 08 STS is to me, I must look at other, less interesting choices based on how I know I would be treated by GM and its franchisees.

You will please remove me from any future David Taylor promotional mailings or contact. I wish you the best, sir, but I can't say that I hold much confidence in a successful future at David Taylor based on its owners' and managers' business practices and beliefs.


The other outrage and recommendations will be in a follow-on post. I need to make some coffee.

Friday, September 21, 2007

Friday without OJ

This is delightful!

This is awesome!!

A series of recorded calls with a major national collection agency - as one of the comments points out - I can't even begin to count the number of violations of law that this recording contains. KNOW YOUR RIGHTS!!!

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Thursday in a damaged shirt

So, we have a thing today at a bank that we do business with - a branch anniversary. I put on dressier clothing (has anyone noticed that almost no one wears a suit or a tie anymore?) and my nine year old nametag that makes everyone jealous.

As I pulled this shirt out of the closet this morning, I thought that it looked .. dingy around the collar, which I thought was weird, since I've worn this shirt probably no more than twenty times. I put it on, and saw what looked like an old coffee stain alongside the neckline, and thought "I never spilled anything on this shirt..."

I got into the office, and under the overhead lights saw yellowish stains EVERYWHERE. Like, the shirt is probably ruined. Which is okay; it was a gift and I never liked it much, as it didn't fit worth a flip.

Trying to buy a replacement Treo for mine that died when it hit the floor Friday last. After several not going so well, I found one that was about to close and sold for $127.50 with only $5.00 shipping. YAY! I expect that by the time I kill this one off, they'll have some brand new zippy Treo that will catch my eye.

After months of feeling disempowered, I've started keeping up with my Quicken again. Not up to where I should be with it, but I'm catching up.

My fury over Hillary's health care plan may have been overstated by the inadequate coverage given it in the traditional media - it does include full benefit mandatory underwritten coverage for people like me who can't otherwise get coverage and creates a very large risk pool that isn't tied to healthy people being their sole members. It restructures health insurance underwriting, and makes health insurance totally portable for people who have it through their employers, replacing COBRA.

For me, the health coverage isn't the issue on the monthly premium - it's the hard, out-of-pocket pre-pay that's $5000 that is impossible. To have pay for virtually all of my health care and pay another $4500 on top of that as against contingencies is unworkable.

I guess it's time for a "Hillary 2008" bumper sticker.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Racing for the bottom of the heap

I'm just utterly disgusted with the race to the bottom conducted by the Democratic candidates for President. MORE tax cuts? Are they insane? "Let everyone have health insurance?" Uh - health insurance plus deductibles for me is nearly a thousand dollars a month - explain how a tax cut is going to help me.

We were shopping at Target tonight - they have a blue jalapeño cornbread mix that's AMAZING. OJ's made pork chops and lentils and it's all .. terrific. Yummy. We're watching "Hollywoodland" and then we'll be watching "Pan's Labyrinth."

HAH! David Taylor just sent me ANOTHER email request for feedback on the "repairs" to Scarlett. Uh-huh. How snarky should I be?

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Fantasies of solar panels

Well, we tried the EPA Energy Star programming for four days, and it's too bloody uncomfortable. Now, we're going with the Guy Energy sense program which is already more comfortable. Perhaps learning that there is a lock-out on the thermostat will spare me another $370 light bill.

Last night, though, we watched "A Crude Awakening," which was mildly disturbing, to say the least. Afterward, I was surfing around trying to find someone near Houston that installs residential solar electrical systems and .. didn't. Jeff from Orange County (who works for one of the big Sisters, formerly the Seven Sisters, but there's been some consolidation) tells me "it's very scary, but it's all true." What they say in the movie, that is. The cost of a residential system is going to be about $12,000 and there is a Federal tax credit, uncertain Texas credits and .. monthly savings averaging over $200.

One feels less like a granola chomping, hemp shoed nutball when one reads that far smarter people than I thought that this idea was how our country should be powered generally.

We almost played cribbage last night. It had been since I was a young teenager in Lake City, Michigan that I had played and the three cribbage boards that have floated down here to my life now sit in lonely silence on the coffee table. Somewhere, I even had a cribbage score pad, but I'm betting that was purged at some point. I had to go re-read the instructions in detail, and it seems clunky.

The cool front makes it possible that we could go outdoors after 7:00 or so and actually play around the patio table.

I'm hoping to toddle out onto the courtyard here in a short bit and clean up the plants and make it more appealing. Jeremy is feeling less than perfect, so we'll see if this comes together.

Sunday, September 09, 2007

My obsession with GM cars.

Or, "I really am insane."

I've had almost all GM cars since I was in college - most of them new.

1978 Chevy Monte Carlo (purchased new)
1979 Chevy Camaro Berlinetta (purchased new)
1990 Pontiac Grand Am SE HO 2.4 (purchased new)
1995 Pontiac Grand Prix GTP 3.4 HO (purchased new)
1998 Buick Riviera 3.8 (purchased one year old)
2005 Pontiac Bonneville GXP (purchased one year old)

Now, let's let my letter to PMD and the dealer speak (partially) for me:

Last week, I had my 2005 Pontiac Bonneville into David Taylor for warranty repair work, VIN 1G2HZ54Y85U*******.

The car was delivered for service on Thursday, September 6 2007 and returned to me on Friday, September 7, 2007. Upon return, the vehicle had suffered damage while at David Taylor, specifically:

• Windshield is broken
• Interior lights and trunk light no longer operable

In addition, the warranty work performed was improperly done. The replaced moonroof leaks air and water, and rattles when the shade is opened. The car was returned with the dash, the rear package tray and rear seat soiled and dirty.

This is the car’s fourth warranty visit for the moonroof issue. In my experience, David Taylor’s service personnel have been reluctant to address noise complaints in the absence of clear physical evidence that a problem exists. I am reluctant to bring the car back to David Taylor for the moonroof if it will again be returned to me with a notation that no problem was found.

Your service advisor reports that David Taylor was not responsible for the windshield damage, and that the interior lights have to be inspected to determine whether David Taylor is responsible or Pontiac is responsible. The windshield damage bears a cost of $586.95 plus tax.

I request that this matter be reviewed by management, as the service drive staff have already denied David Taylor’s responsibility for any of these matters, and that a specific, reliable promise as to the level of care that will be delivered in reviewing these complaints and in performing any adjustments or repairs be given before I again take a partial day away from work to deliver the car for additional service.


Now, at this same dealer is this very nice and helpful saleslady who's trying to get me to buy this 2008 Cadillac STS.

Lovely. Lovely lovely lovely. She and I have been exchanging emails and she's been trying to be helpful with the service department.

The service manager (who has a different name that the "service manager" that the sales manager told me I should speak to) was not friendly, not even really businesslike. He was terse, cold, angry and basically told me that they'd let me bring the car back to give them a FIFTH shot at fixing the sunroof.

About twenty minutes later, I had an email from the nice saleslady, who had emailed to see if I'd heard from the service manager. I wrote her back saying this:

I did. I have to replace my windshield at my own expense; they're not willing to at all entertain that something happened to the car while they had it. They're taking the car in for the interior lights on Wednesday. I was very put off by the service managers tone. He was barely polite, but he clearly thinks that I'm the one with the problem.

I don't know about you, but if I had to take a $40,000 car to a luxury dealer to have the sunroof repaired four times and got it back leaking water and air AND damaged, there'd be a little genuflecting and apologies going on. Not the utter indifference and unwillingness to do anything but let me bring the car back in a FIFTH time to do the repair shop dance with them again.


So, Brian, whom I adore and cherish, says that only an idiot would buy an American car from a US manufacturer for exactly these reasons. He suggests a Hyundai Genesis or a nice Honda. Or something from Nippon, Infiniti, Lexus...

Of course, these cars leave me c-o-l-d.

When I bought the Buick, a deciding factor was that I could take the car to this same dealer and have it worked on under the supervision of my good friend who was a service writer there. He left, unfortunately, shortly before I bought this car.

So, I can take the car to the same dealer to have the same issue worked on the FIFTH time (along with the damage they did to the inside lighting) with no promise of how long it's going to take, and whether they'll even give it a half-assed shot to treat me with the decency that a buyer of a Kia Rondo should reasonably expect.

Ah - funny. I'm sitting here blogging, and I get the automated email from the dealer asking me to report my experiences with them:

I half expect later this week to have the car returned to me, with the interior lights that you damaged still not working and a notation that you can't find the problem since it's daylight or something.

Finally, when I do voice my complaints about having my car returned to me like this, I'm spoken to in a hostile and unfriendly tone - clearly the only motivation for the call from your store was because you HAD TO talk to me.

Anyone buying a car from your store and taking it there for service is insane.

I'd click this little box asking the service manager to contact me, but he's already called me to share his disdain with my complaints. I'll skip that in the future.


Today, I was finalizing the work I did last Thursday (remember - creativity?) and ... yes, indeed .. it was shared with everyone in the office again. I blew my cork for the first of four times today. Only three more episodes to go.

In the last few days, and due to a configuration error with Trillian, I have re-connected with "Timmy" from Frankfurt and James from Albuquerque - and I'm very very very very very happy to have done so.

Thursday, September 06, 2007

Thursday's burst of creativity

So, you know how when you're just about to spend money and effort on marketing a product that you thought you were so sure about, and then you make one last call to your supplier to make sure that they still had enough of those things to sell, and they tell you "whoops - they're only available for left-handed Tahitian basket weavers" and you don't HAVE any clients who are left-handed Tahitian basket weavers?

And you know how you've already shot your mouth off to a bunch of your referral sources that you have this fabulous product that now is only available to left-handed Tahitian basket weavers, none of whom are acquainted with your referral sources?

Yeah, like that.

So, thirty minutes later, we're trying to figure out what we're going to TELL our referral sources, and we start talking about different ways that we can try to sell products to the rest of the non-Tahitian left handed basket weaving world.

And, I have a brainstorm that would create a marketing campaign that addresses most all of the concerns that our customers normally have when they buy our stuff, and we play with the concept a bit until we think that we've got it really set just right. And, then we call some of our referral sources and they LOVE the idea. And then, we call our supplier and they say .. well, yes .. that's true, that product we do have an awful lot of and no one seems to be selling it to anyone.

And then you start going through your potential customer list and you realize that there's a TON of people who could be buying this product. Like a TON.

Would that be a good day?

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

LINKARAMA!

Here - single payer health care could stop the flood of outsourcing.

Here - a proposed single payer health care legislative proposal for use state by state.

Here - read about the persons delivering health care and their response to proposed changes to the California health care system.

Here - the movie I'm going to watch this weekend.

I've hired someone to do the painting for me on Friday. Otherwise, it's pretty clear that's not going to happen, as I don't "feel" like doing it myself. It will be very good to have it all done.

Bram bought STYROFOAM PLATES. I about choked. I'm going to find out where he bought them and take them back.

Last link - Bill Maher's "new rules" for this week. The best part:


And finally, New Rule: If you were surprised that the Chinese don't care about toy safety, then the child who needs protecting is you. Over the last couple of months, American consumers have been learning a shocking lesson about supply and demand: if you demand products that don't cost anything, people will make them out of poison, mud and shit. Now, since April, approximately 17 million toys in the United States, all of them made in China, have been recalled. Which is amazing considering that no one in the Department of Justice can recall a thing. Okay.

Now, believe me, I was devastated when Mattel recalled almost everything in my Barbie Dream Closet. Although I had suspected something when Ken discovered a lump on his testicle.

Until recently, I never even worried about being harmed by the Chinese. Unless they were in the left-hand turn lane. I kid. I love the...

But then we found out … that their dog food was deadly and that they were making toothpaste out of antifreeze, and that the Number 62A at the Szechuan Palace is Beef with Bronchitis. They're the Chinese. They don't care if your precious little Britney sucks a little lead. Because in China, their kids aren't playing with the toys. They're the ones in the factory all day making them.

Now, I know you're saying, "But, Bill, I don't have time to ponder whether these $12 jeans are the product of child labor. I just know I'm an American on a budget and our lifestyle is a blessed one. And I want to look nice while I'm standing in line for my iPhone."

But, there is something to be said for thinking about why these bargains are such bargains. Wal-Mart is the most American thing in the universe, but all it sells is crap from China. Wal-Mart wouldn't exist without the American consumers' endless thirst for the cheapest stuff China has to offer. Like $30 DVD players and Jackie Chan. Yeah, you're right, it was a great movie.

Anyway...in America, there is nothing more sacred than a bargain... And Jackie Chan. And that even includes the war. Yeah, there's too much lead in the kids' toys, but not nearly enough on the Humvees in Iraq. "Let's have a war and cut taxes; what could go wrong?" "Let's give mortgages to the homeless. Sounds like a plan." "Let's buy toys from a Communist police state. You just know they'll put in a little extra love."

Speaking of which, you know why today's modern Chinese capitalist puts lead in the paint that goes on toys? Because it makes colors brighter. You've got to love America, a country that's literally being killed by the stuff that makes objects shiny.

Saturday, September 01, 2007

Lead-free paint

Lead free as in lead-assed. Nothing got done this weekend at all.

I am supposed to be dieting from political news, but I'm a junkie and am trying to wean myself off by first de-coupling from the emotional response. Interesting things, though - read here and here.

Also, we may be ramping up to attack Iran.

But, I'm going to refrain from ranting or belaboring the idea.

I've taken a fancy to the idea of placing a large solar array on the back of my house, and making myself energy sufficient (with a big capacitor/battery pack for those night and rainy situations) and a fully electric car (which isn't really viable in the US just yet, but seems that it will be very soon with the introduction of an EV Mitsuibishi "i" here in the US after 2009. Or 2010.

What would life be like living in an urban environment but having no utility bill, no mortgage and no gasoline expense? Hmm. It sounds delicious.

I guess I must call my Congresscritters today and tell 'em that I hate the idea of nuking Iran.

Friday, August 31, 2007

Now it's Friday

And I don't feel like working. I think I'll work on some mortgage CE courses to justify my existence.

So, it's another tax cut. That will solve the sub-prime mortgage mess. Push down interest rates again (you remember that the Fed had the discount rate at 1% for 18 months? That's what primed up this housing bubble) and cut the taxes. 'Cause a tax cut solves everything.

The tax cut (I assume, based on my mortgage and tax knowledge) would lift the current 30 year tax deduction for the pre-paid interest charges on refinanced mortgages.

The head of a significant hedge/investment fund calls Bush's proposals "fluff" and insignificant.

Brian, who's wonderful and terrific and provides me with some fabulous things that I'd otherwise never see, sent me this post of a friend's experience with inter-Texas air/taxi travel. I know exactly which day this way, too.. although the whole cow thing didn't make the news, and one can't imagine it wouldn't have done:

I just spent 2 days in Texas where it was 99 degrees with 99% humidity. Now, before I tell you this story I want to plant 2 images in your head: first is the scene where Bambi falls on the ice with his legs splayed outward and he kinda spins along the slick surface on his belly. The other is any generic memory you have of a cat jumping onto a kitchen counter and not quite making it all the way onto the countertop.

Yesterday (Tuesday, Aug 28th), I was supposed to be in "A," so last week we made travel arrangements to go to A in Austin, but they canceled, so since I already had the travel arranged, my peer in Chicago asked me to come out to "B," also in Austin, to help him with this other meeting. Fine. Get to "B" and my company calls me and says, "Oh, 'A' wants to see you after all, but only if you'll come out tomorrow (Wednesday, Aug 29th)." Well... OK, I didn't have a hotel but I could get one, I could hit up a Costco to get a quick change of clothes--except it wasn't "A," it was "C," a subsidiary of "A" whose sole location was in Houston, as in: we have a problem.

OK, so after my meeting in Austin, I spent the next 4 hours trying to get to Houston. Here's a fun-fact for ya: even with a major rental chain (at least in Texas), you cannot rent a car at one airport and return it to another. Oh, oh, oh, one more thing: you cannot use a debit card, it has to be a credit card, and they need to be able to pull $350-$500 out depending on the chain.

So, picture this: me at 4:30pm Tuesday. In Austin, Texas, with an empty belly and 3.5 hours of plane behind me. 9000% humidity. No change of clothes. I have no cell phone recharger, no laptop power supply (this trip was supposed to be a hopper), and no way to get data off my stupid little external hard drive for the shindig at "C." I do, however, have a pocket full of fifties because I'm trying to combat the anti-debitcard conspiracy machine... and I need to be in Houston by 8:30 the next morning. What does the rational mind come up with?

The rational mind comes up with Greyhound!!!! Of course! What else would one do? I mean, come on, it's completely impossible to draw any other conclusion!

It gets better.

This is my third trip to Texas and I have yet to have a Genuine Texas Ribeye. I'll be damned if I come all the way to Texas again and have drive-thru.

The bus ticket costs $25 on the nose. I hop in at 5:15... and arrive in Houston's Greyhound station at 8:30pm. No rental cars around, plenty of steak houses down the I-10, and I have no way to get there... and they all close at 9pm on a Tuesday. I was fortunate enough to have travel get me a hotel a couple miles from the "C" client, but the cab ride there costs me $47.

soihadgoddamnedchinesetakoutinmygoddamnedhotelroom

Get up this AM, the hotel kindly shuttles me to the Costco, then to the client, all the while letting me charge my cell in his van-bus. "C" goes without a hitch. However, because I went seven minutes beyond my pickup window, the Super Shuttle (blue vans) refuse to pick me up for my flight out of Bush, and it's suddenly raining--torrentially. I call Yellow Cab, they come get me and the 18-mile trip to Bush Intercontinental Airport is eighty bucks!

But one problem: my flight from Austin wasn't cancelled, so when I arrived at Bush... I was stranded unless I could get back to Austin in the next 90 minutes (see above). They put me on a plane out of Hobby (another airport in Houston) because that's the only way they could transfer the ticket without some exorbitant fee. Another $80 later, I'm at Hobby, which is completely grounded because of all the flooding and the rains and the lightning. I'm there an hour trying to get my flight sorted out, and guess where they have me departing? If you picked our 41st president, you're a winner!!!

Catching a cab was easy; they were parading them through the airport like Manhattan at rush hour. I get in one (a Honda Odyssey), and we begin inching our way down the flooded street, like maybe 2 MPH because water is halfway up the tire--seriously, I was waiting for it to come into the van. We're going to enter this tunnel, where above is a service road that goes around the airport parking lots, it's mostly for decoration so they can have all the "Welcome To Houston" in flowers and all. Anyway, we're sitting there, looking at the cars slowly going through the tunnel. The driver and I are seriously concentrating on this, trying to figure out if we should wait for the guy in front of us to go all the way through, or wait for the oncoming guy to come all the way through, or--

W H A M !!!!

A Hereford COW fell from the service road above us and landed on the front half of the hood of my cab. As it twisted around, its front half was still on the hood while its rump was pretty much off the minivan, but cows apparently don't have reverse, so it was floundering around like a cross between Bambi on ice and the Countertop Cat, and my jaw is On. The. Floor. This was happening live in front of me, and I was shocked. The force of impact was so severe, I was thrown upward off my seat and my scalp smacked the headliner. If I hadn't actually seen the cow land on the hood, I would have thought we had been rear-ended at speed--it was that violent.

So while the Middle-Eastern cabbie (a nice guy) is opening the door in a frenzy to try and ascertain the carnage--W H A M !! Another cow fell on the hood--this one square in the center of it. I Swear to God. I throw my hands up, my mouth still hasn't closed and the cabbie screams at me:

"GET OUT! THE COWS ARE GOING TO KILL US!"

No way, Sharif, I'm not moving. I'm in such a state of bewilderment that there is no way in hell I'm giving this up--I want to die under the weight of a small herd of cows that slipped off a muddy service road above the entrance to Houston Hobby Airport. I'm concocting the headlines:

Hobby Hereford Crushes Cabbie.

It's Raining Cows And Dogs.

Steak-Seeking Traveller Eats From Buffet Of Irony.

All my life, I've wanted my life to mean something and I was in a sudden position to be a comical tragedy on Jay Leno. I could not move. I was waiting to see what happened next! I was wondering if I was going to sh!+ my pants if a sheep fell next, or if I'd start crying, or if some farmer would walk up and ask me if I'd seen his Bessie, or what. I was frozen!

COWS fell ON my taxi! And my cell battery was dead! I wanted to take pictures! The cab was immobilized! I had to wait there for the cops to arrive (it was actually only a minute), completely drenched, watching the rest of the cows meander off for higher ground while some KID with a flashlight was standing near the slippery part guiding the cows like they were aircraft. I had already heard the theme song in my mind: "Move 'em on, head 'em up, move 'em out--FLASHLIGHT!"

I got a community service officer to give me a free ride back to Bush, where I caught the plane I would have taken if they had just transferred my flight from Austin to Houston. Yes, in hindsight, I should have just purchased a $300 plane ticket, but cash + 1-way plane ticket + no luggage = body cavity search. Arrived in Ontario about 9:40 tonight, or 2 hours ago. I sat next to a First Officer from another flight who was hitching a ride to Ontario, and I tried to tell him the story, but all he did was give me a stoic look and said, "That's very funny. You should write comedy for a living." Stoic.

Anyway, it's just been...bizarre.


Nick came over last night, and hung out with me and OJ. OJ made some pinto bean/chicken dish that was yummy, and we watched "The Chronicles of Narnia" on DVD. Discovered I had knocked the center channel speaker wire loose, which explains why the sound hasn't been right for weeks. Got the front briar patch weeded and trimmed, re-arranged the garage (YAY!) and won my GM Factory accessory kit for the car that's been burning a conceptual hole in my brain since the car came to me.

OJ is patching the garage roof as soon as it looks like we'll go 36 hours without rain, and this weekend, I'm painting my bedroom, touching up all the damaged spots on the paint when we moved in, and .. stuff.

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Nearly Friday

It's nearly Friday of Labor Day weekend.

Random thoughts:

* Photobucket nuked my account for violations of their TOS. No warning, nor explanation. Just "blam." Thus, all my picture links on my blog(s) are broken now.

* I'm painting my bedroom and touching up the entire house this weekend, finally.

* My attic insulation may (MAY) be laid out in place right now.

* I finally got the TV to the repair store to have them check it out.

* I think I'm losing the ability to communicate. I keep telling people things that I think are clear and unequivocal, and then I find later that the listener has only heard about 20% of what I said, then strung together the pieces into an incorrect understanding.

* I think my model trains may actually sell this weekend on eBay. That would be a relief.

* I'm going to work on my scrapbooks this weekend.

* I increasingly have a negative opinion of people who drive SUVs (again) Especially ones with the names 4Runner, anything by Lexus, Tahoe and Suburban.

* I'm sick to death of politics. It's an entertainment industry in itself. Whichever side there is generates as much stupid, non-productive chatter to validate its position and nothing is ever discussed or generated or resolved.