I’m grumpy. I feel OK so far today, but I have some leftover grump that I need to get out of my system, so here it goes:
1. Since when is it OK to search the internet for posts about you or your business, then bitch about the post to the writer? I’ve had three instances of this in the last week and it REALLY chaps my ass. It all started with my previous host’s owner asking me to delete – not just edit, but delete my post about why we left his hosting company. Yes, it was a negative experience, which is kinda why we left, YO. Since he’s also a personal friend, I edited the post, but did not delete it. And I am not happy about it, but he seemed seriously worried, so, whatever. Then I got a love note about my Rudolph post, which was VERY positive. However, at the end, I added that they needed funds for the Henson wing and that apparently sent their PR firm into fits. ?? Look, I understand trying to make sure there’s no slander or misinformation out there, but seriously? ONE WORD? You’ll write an email about ONE WORD in a post? Really, bravepublicrelations.com? How RUDE. Et tu, Trek Trax ATLANTA? RUDE RUDE RUDE. And YES I will be totally snarky when you send me these trifling bullshit emails. Get over yourselves. Ever heard the phrase “All publicity is good publicity”? See the Yelp/Facebook saga of the local eatery Boners BBQ for a nice illustration of “How to be a dick to your customers who review you.”
2. Comcast can eat a bag of dicks. Kate was over and downloaded a couple of movies and here comes the love notes. I think it’s SO CUTE how Comcast insists that they don’t have anything to do with the media companies’ noticing a torrent. RIGHT, I’m sure the companies monitor every port and every IP address all day every day. Bullshit. They get the IP addresses from Comcast. Clearly Comcast monitors home users and not businesses since Nick can (and has) downloaded the whole internet from work. Comcast, you are big media’s BITCH. At least be honest about it.
3. OMG I’ve had country music in my head for days. Miranda Lambert, Gretchen Wilson, Sara Evans, Jo Dee Messina. I love these ladies, I do, but DAMN. EARWORMS!! I think I’ll listen to a weird internet radio station today to see if I can change my internal channel.
4. I love my con organisers, I really do, but WHY, gods WHY can’t they join us in the 21st century? The really small ones want a check mailed to them. A paper check. I don’t even have any paper checks!! Even the big ones can’t get past FAX machines and having to call it in. Please guys, please, for the love of technology, get with the program and set up a PayPal cart and learn to use email. And NONE OF THEM send any sort of receipt or acknowledgment. Nothing. Is a receipt too much to ask for?
I gotta go hit the rack and fiddle with the weight bench. I’m still grumpy.
GET OFF MY LAWN YOU STINKIN’ HIPSTERS!