Archive for the ‘Annoyances’ Category

Pow, Pow: The Update

Friday, August 31st, 2007

Original post here: http://www.amandanoelle.com/2007/08/23/pow-pow/

So, it turns out the mystery shooters were 10-year-olds with Airsoft guns and plastic BB pellets. Hopefully the cops gave them enough of a scare that they’ll at least play army in the backyard instead of hitting innocent passersby out front.

Earwig Attack

Monday, August 27th, 2007

Ever have a song stuck in your head all day, and no matter what you tried to do, it never went away?

Well, today I had another PET/CT scan. Stony Brook Medical Center now has Sirius satellite radio, and the station was set to soft adult contemporary.  I swear, it was the DW Power Hour. Dionne Warwick and Diane Warren. Over, and over. This was the type of music even my mother would skip on the radio.

Every single song I heard has been stuck in my head at some point today. I tried listening to Journey. I tried listening to Def Leppard. I tried listening to Spice Girls, for goodness’ sake. Nothing seems to work.

So keep smiling, keep shining, knowing you can always count on me, for sure…

Edit: Lexcie just fixed the problem with “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer”

Pow, Pow

Thursday, August 23rd, 2007

Remember Islip? Yep, the town that Money magazine rated the safest in the U.S.A. in 2005?

Well, I was walking home from the train station with Lexcie and my dog at approximately 8:45 tonight when I heard a pop noise. I felt a sharp sting in my arm, then a burning sensation. Someone shot me with a BB gun.

Knowing very well which house it was, I called the Suffolk County Police Department. The cop was no help – he asked me if I had seen anyone shoot at me and where from. “It may not have been from that house,” he said. Well, hello, I wasn’t going to stick around to find out who was shooting at me, lest I get pelleted again! He said he would go over and check out what was going on, but something tells me he really didn’t give a rat’s arse.

At least I was wearing a denim jacket, which softened the blow. But now I have this huge welt on my arm.

Now I have to take a different route home from the station. Bastards.

Traveling Blues

Saturday, August 18th, 2007

Greetings from Fort Lauderdale-Hollywood International Airport.

I am way too early for my flight, but I didn’t want to possibly miss my flight after what happened at Islip-MacArthur Airport on Wednesday.  That day, my Southwest flight was at 7:00 a.m. Lexcie dropped me off at approximately 6:00 a.m., which is plenty of time if you need to check baggage and go through security. Well, usually enough time. (more…)

Curse Thy Bronchial Tubes!

Saturday, August 11th, 2007

So, I am down and out with my third case of bronchitis this year. Although not as bad as last’s bout, which was originally misdiagnosed as walking pneumonia and kept me out of the office for five days, this one did send me to the emergency room Thursday night. At least the lymph nodes are all right. But all this medicine is making me drowsy. Roar. 

San Francisco, Part II

Saturday, August 11th, 2007

Trying to catch up on post-San Fransicso tasks – both at home and at work – has contributed to my lackadasial approach to this blog. Now that I have some time, thanks to a bad case of bronchitis, I shall finish writing about my trip. One of the biggest lessons Lexcie and I learned is that we both don’t do well with lack of sleep. (more…)

Robots In Disguise

Sunday, July 15th, 2007

My friend Dean brought his children, ages 8 and 7, to see Transformers this weekend. Apparently, there’s a scene where the protagonist, played by Shia LaBeouf, is searching for something in his room. His parents are knocking on the door, asking what he is doing, and he tells them to hold on. This went on for a few minutes, and the parents were becoming inpatient. Finally, he lets them into the room, and they ask him something to the effect of, “Were you masturbating?”

Of course, that’s something most 7 and 8 year olds have (and should have) no clue about. Dean said his children began to persistantly ask what masturbating was, while in the theater, and he told them they’d talk about it later. But his son kept pressing on (more…)

Highest Priority My Arse

Monday, July 9th, 2007

New York City Transit refunds the balance of your MetroCard if you’ve lost the card and purchased it with a credit or debit card. In order to do so, you have to call 212-METROCARD and file a claim. I’ve just left my third message in regards to filing a MetroCard balance protection claim.

Two previous calls, made on July 2 and July 6, have not been returned although the answering machine said that the call will be returned in one business day. So, I wrote a letter this morning through MTA’s contact form on its website. (more…)

Why I Hate Chase

Tuesday, July 3rd, 2007

I am done with Chase credit cards. I will never charge a single dollar to one of those cards again, thanks to those blood-suckers. And here’s why:

I have three credit cards with Chase. One, I’ve had since 2002. Another was a Bank One card, which was purchased by Chase in 2004. The third was its new Chase Freedom Card (you’ll probably remember the commercial, which used the Rolling Stones’ song “Free”). The first two cards had fixed APRs in the low teens; the second has a 0% introductory offer.

Recently, I noticed that the first two cards – which were always paid on time, and above the minimum payment – had their APRs jacked up to approximately 28% and 25%, variable. (more…)

Delayed Response

Tuesday, June 12th, 2007

So, two interesting events happened today:

First, I received a bill from Fordham for $10 over a “student lockbox.” Umm, hello, I graduated two years ago. Why are you billing me now, and what the hell is a student lockbox? Sorry, you already took enough money from me. Your statute of limitations has run out!

Second, Mom found an Easter egg stuck between the hutch and wall in the living room. Apparently, it escape the clutches of my neice and nephew’s baskets during this year’s hunt. Well, there was the answer to the rancid smell we could not put our finger on. And, yes, we usually count, but my nephew apparently rehid some of the eggs when we were not looking.

I suppose you can call them delayed responses!