Monthly Archive for September, 2004

…what the hell happened to September?

When someone asks you what you did last night, saying that you made a movie with Thai Elvis may be taken the wrong way.

I’m glad I got to see the Expos play when we were in Montreal. Now they’re headed to DC, another favorite city of mine.

I am sad I did not get to take a picture with the real Youppi, though.

So on August 4, I wrote and sent a letter to my “friends” at the Los Angeles Parking Violations Bureau contesting the totally bullshit ticket that was supposedly issued to my vehicle way back in June.

If you don’t remember the story, basically, I received a parking ticket in the mail for being illegally parked somewhere I wasn’t… on a day & time where I was at work and parked in my parking space in a private lot. (My workplace is nowhere in the vicinity of where the ticket was issued.)

So I refused to pay the ticket (so no new obscene check was written) and I wrote a letter contesting the ticket, even getting a letter from BossMan to vouch that I was indeed at work on that day & time (and that I always drove myself to work and parked in my own parking space).

So today, I got a reply in the mail from them and I got scared because the envelope was bulging.

They returned my letter, the letter from my boss, and the envelope that these items were mailed in with a note attached at the top which read:

We have received your correspondence regarding the parking ticket issued to your vehicle. Unfortunately, the information you supplied does not indicate the ticket number or vehicle license plate number.

For the record, if you flip to the front page of my letter, the FIRST LINE of text underneath the Parking Violations Bureau address is a line that says “Re: Ticket # 101xxxxxxx”

I’m going to highlight the ticket #, draw stars around it, maybe paste some stickers and post-its around it to show them that I did indeed supply the damn ticket # on my correspondence. If I could send it back to them electronically, I would have made it a flashing, animated marquee, that would scroll slowly across the monitor.

What a freaking waste of time, energy, resources, and postage.

Maybe I can find someone to donate a booger or two I can send back with their stupid letter.

…my brain is still solidly lodged in my skull.

The bad news is, my head hurts… a lot…

Hmmm, maybe watching that much TV at one shot last night wasn’t such a good idea after all…

I decided not to go to Jillian Barberie’s Surprise Birthday Party last night.

(Funny how I don’t feel like I missed out on anything.)

Another blogging.la brunch at Newsroom this morning.

Thanks to Jay Bushman for always picking the date & to Sean, Caryn, and Cybele for showing up.

Half.com Is Not Closing

Sep 23, 2004 12:00 PM

Dear Sellers:

In our last announcement earlier this summer, we said that Half.com would be closing on October 14, 2004. We have decided NOT to go forward with this plan and will keep Half.com open indefinitely.
Continue reading ‘Some of the happiest news I received all week…’

This past weekend the Unknown Dred gave me a bottle of his soda. I have a bottle sitting proudly on my desk.

Read the story of Unknown Dred Soda here.

(Although I don’t know anyone who actually ENJOYS being sick.)

Why can’t I be better already?!

In the words of Yoshi at Thai Elvis a few weeks ago…

(In reference as to how Yoshi was able to grab the bill & pay for dinner so fast.)

I feel fine, and you?

*snork*

Come again: NEVER!

(So it doesn’t rhyme.
But I might try for a dime.)