helloooo email worm

So I had 1002 emails when I got in to work today. I thought it was 102. I was wrong. Guess my email got ripped off the web and inserted into something’s payload.

Tired today. Was up late last night after work working on video – about 70% done i’d say.

Tonight, I have to do tech stuff after work – perhaps Wednesday i can see , since I haven’t seen him since he got up here ‘n shit.

Friday is b-day. I made lots of plans, some of which got fubared last night, but we seemed to have recovered well. She is as curious as a ‘coon in a logtrap about what she is getting, but has opted to be patient. I hope that doesn’t mean she is going to ransack the office tonight while I am working. I am psyched about my plans, I hope everything works out the way I want it to… Lord knows I have done enough plotting to the effect.

So, for those who don’t know (and most, who I suppose don’t care) my folks split up when i was ~ 13, but then got back together again when I was 20ish. Though they never got divorced formally, a good portion of the problem between my ‘rents was some of the people my mom was sleeping with. Specifically, she got into a hot and heavy with a professional aide my parents hired to deal with my sister (who is multiple handicapped).

Since my parents got back together, my mother has continued to talk to this aide gentleman (we will call him “Bob” for lack of a better name). Furthermore, she has given him the thumbs up to contact me with his technical woes (as I am tech guru to the entire extended clan what spawned me, which is almost a full time job sometimes, especially during virus season).

This guy is very intelligent (albeit very weird) – but he is also a Luddite. It makes technical calls hopelessly painful for phone support. He has dial up, so over-the-wire support is pretty much out too. He called last night because his machine (which has no virus prot) finally died on him – so me and my superman CD case are out to Queens to fix things up.

Now, I really kinda hate the guy. But, I have to be nice to him, otherwise he makes complaints to my mother, who causes chaos with not just me, but my relationship with my father, which I have worked very hard at building bridges in over the past few years. My dad’s take on things (even though he once physcailly threatened Bob with death) is that he has to live with my mother, and it is my responsibility as a good son to do what is going to keep her happy, even if it impinges on my (and his) sense of honor/what is right in the world.

So yeah, in short, I’m on a tech call from hell for a guy I don’t even like, who doesn’t have the cash to pay me for my work. The more I write about this, the less I want to go, but the more I know I have to. A few hours a year is a small penance to pay for my mother’s tranquility when it comes to the matter of her ex-lover.

It just churns my butter sour.

Oh, and if you haven’t already see it, scope this link from . I saw it long ago, and it was still worth the re-watch. For the fruit lovers in the audience, I appreciate your attachment to your world, but I think it is fucking hilarious to make fun of.

Today has been so busy – i started this post at 8:45.

I hope you all had a good day.

EDIT: This post is brought to you by:

Thanks Ken!