My friend David Cseke, whom I've talked to for maybe a total of two hours, sent me an email today saying that he, David Cseke, is upset because I only mentioned him in one paragraph in my blog, where as I mentioned Betty more times, and wrote an entire blog about a TV.
David Cseke thinks he deserves more recognition in my blog, maybe because he made fun of me more than Betty did, or maybe because he sent me a warning email (too late, I might add) that I would likely get eaten by an elk on my evening walk.
David Cseke is also upset that I don't capitalize the "T" in the Banff Centre. This might have been what led to the comment that I shouldn't make fun of loonies because "you're a girl named Franki". And while we're making the list, he said I use too much profanity on my blog and therefore David Cseke won't be showing it to his boss. Or inviting me to the Mayor's Christmas Ball. Which is such a shame because it means I'll have to find something else to do over the holidays.
I may spend the holidays cleaning since I will finally be rid of my house pest. For those interested, David Cseke is a self proclaimed clean freak who recently moved to a house that has deer in the back yard. The ones that move, not the plastic kind. Or, he says they're real. Could be the bleach fumes...
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
It's For You, TV
I've seen a TV do a lot of things, for example, play TV shows, play video games, and play movies. But today I saw a TV answer a phone call.
I was in a conference room at my customer's site, using this huge TV as a projector. I've taken to calling the TV "Fuzzy" because the picture is completely unclear but the TV is so complicated no one can figure out how to fix the resolution, and we can't use the projector since the TV cost so much money that it has to be used. Fuzzy has a big sign on him that says "Leave Your Ink On The Table!", apparently because someone wrote on him with a marker. There are some TV markers you can use to highlight stuff on the screen but unfortunately when I tried to use them I activated something because it's a touch screen it caused me to crash the software I was demonstrating. Oops.
That's not the only bad thing Fuzzy has done. He likes to go into sleep mode right at crucial parts of my presentation and someone has to smack him on the screen to wake him up. I am no longer allowed to touch the screen since the aforementioned software crash and also because I was eating pumpkin cupcakes today and not wiping my hands off. Fuzzy also turns on his video display and then, all of the sudden, there we all in the conference room are projected on the TV. For the record, I don't think I look 10 pounds heavier on Fuzzy, but I do look more tired.
Anyway, at the end of the day today I was talking to some data base admins (one of whom went to high school with me) and suddenly we heard a phone ringing. Everyone reached for their crackberries except for me because I never turn my ringer on. Then we realized someone was calling the TV. It turns out Fuzzy had phone capabilities for doing remote conference calls. It was a telemarketer calling to tell Fuzzy if he had any credit problems he had a place to turn. It took us a few minutes to figure out how to hang up his phone. I wonder if people can leave him messages while he's asleep. And if he has an email address too.
I like to send copies of my blog to people when I make fun of them.
I was in a conference room at my customer's site, using this huge TV as a projector. I've taken to calling the TV "Fuzzy" because the picture is completely unclear but the TV is so complicated no one can figure out how to fix the resolution, and we can't use the projector since the TV cost so much money that it has to be used. Fuzzy has a big sign on him that says "Leave Your Ink On The Table!", apparently because someone wrote on him with a marker. There are some TV markers you can use to highlight stuff on the screen but unfortunately when I tried to use them I activated something because it's a touch screen it caused me to crash the software I was demonstrating. Oops.
That's not the only bad thing Fuzzy has done. He likes to go into sleep mode right at crucial parts of my presentation and someone has to smack him on the screen to wake him up. I am no longer allowed to touch the screen since the aforementioned software crash and also because I was eating pumpkin cupcakes today and not wiping my hands off. Fuzzy also turns on his video display and then, all of the sudden, there we all in the conference room are projected on the TV. For the record, I don't think I look 10 pounds heavier on Fuzzy, but I do look more tired.
Anyway, at the end of the day today I was talking to some data base admins (one of whom went to high school with me) and suddenly we heard a phone ringing. Everyone reached for their crackberries except for me because I never turn my ringer on. Then we realized someone was calling the TV. It turns out Fuzzy had phone capabilities for doing remote conference calls. It was a telemarketer calling to tell Fuzzy if he had any credit problems he had a place to turn. It took us a few minutes to figure out how to hang up his phone. I wonder if people can leave him messages while he's asleep. And if he has an email address too.
I like to send copies of my blog to people when I make fun of them.
Monday, November 10, 2008
the final days of Banff
I found out something interesting slogging through my final day on Saturday as a volunteer at the Banff film fest. A woman I've been working with, Betty (see previous post), is the originator of the film fest. She and her husband used to invite people to their house to watch movies. Eventually this event was co-opted by the Banff Centre, the movies became more pornographic (from an athletic perspective), and now Betty gets to rip tickets for events.
I worked the door of Saturday's film fest with one David Cseke. I'll give you a loonie if you can pronounce his last name correctly. Over the course of my time knowing Dave, he made fun of me for writing "theater" instead of "theatre", predicted I would get eaten by an elk (do they even eat people?) during one of my evening forays along the cliff heading up to the Banff Centre, called me a geek for my mad math skills (jealous, I know), and told me that the reason the front desk refused (before I offered money) to print my boarding pass for my flight home is that in 2001 an attendant got a paper cut and now it's illegal for them to print out anything for customers. Okay, that last thing, I think he made up. He also said he felt like my "Banff book bitch", due to a mis-understanding caused by translation from Canadian to civilized English.
David, where's my fucking book?
Favorite part of the film fest: evening walks up to the lake, which had nothing to do with the film fest - exactly
Worst part of the film fest: getting stalked by an old dude who looked like a wolf 3 months away from getting shot to put him out of his misery - luckily R. shooed him off though it was a bit embarrassing later when I showed up at the airport only to find myself in line right behind him
I worked the door of Saturday's film fest with one David Cseke. I'll give you a loonie if you can pronounce his last name correctly. Over the course of my time knowing Dave, he made fun of me for writing "theater" instead of "theatre", predicted I would get eaten by an elk (do they even eat people?) during one of my evening forays along the cliff heading up to the Banff Centre, called me a geek for my mad math skills (jealous, I know), and told me that the reason the front desk refused (before I offered money) to print my boarding pass for my flight home is that in 2001 an attendant got a paper cut and now it's illegal for them to print out anything for customers. Okay, that last thing, I think he made up. He also said he felt like my "Banff book bitch", due to a mis-understanding caused by translation from Canadian to civilized English.
David, where's my fucking book?
Favorite part of the film fest: evening walks up to the lake, which had nothing to do with the film fest - exactly
Worst part of the film fest: getting stalked by an old dude who looked like a wolf 3 months away from getting shot to put him out of his misery - luckily R. shooed him off though it was a bit embarrassing later when I showed up at the airport only to find myself in line right behind him
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