<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180983</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:22:34.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Painful Corner of My Insanity</title><subtitle type='html'>A little dark corner of the web for my rants/raves/moans/complaints and observations. Read them at your own risk.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LdyPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01179719839965279437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180983.post-115473078488869730</id><published>2006-08-04T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T15:33:04.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Update on my Life</title><content type='html'>It's been a very long time, way way too long, since I spent time updating my blog. Am I  just too lazy to update regularly? Just can't remember how to log in? Have nothing interesting to day? Probaly all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In either case alot of changes have occured in my little painful corner in the 8 months or so since I last posted. First, lost my job, (YEAH!) was unemployed, tried to sell Rexair Rainbow systems (great system, too much false advertising for the job part of it, will explain this later), went on UI to pay the bills, find a new job, doing Dell Tech support directly for Dell instead of a mismanaged, micromanaging out sourcer. Working for Dell directly, without the 'middleman' is much much better. Not only that, I am doing hardware support for businesses, not whinny consumers who can't understand why surfing 24/7 for porn and free stuff fills their systems with adware/spyware and viruses. Yeah, I love my new Job! Have to admit though, after starting this new job, learned that Dell systems are much better put together than I originally thought. Nice shrouds to funnel the air through system components, case edges bent over or filed down so you don't massacre your hands trying to remove a harddrive, nearly completely screwless both inside and outside the case (no worries about dropping a tiny screw into the case and having it roll underneath the motherboard and it won't come out no matter how you shake the case). If you can't build or fix a system yourself, deffinitely buy a Dell and get as many years of hardware warrenty you can afford. Deffinitely won't have to worry about not getting the hardware fixed if it fails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Rainbow systems. These combination air cleaners/vacuums are really impressive machines, deffinitely worth the cost for households who's members have any sort of allergies or breathing problems (or just can't stand a speck of dust on anything). It's worth it. What I didn't like was apply for an advertised job that stated a dollar amount as a salary but learning they don't pay the salary at all, but expect you to sell enough systems to make the commission bigger than the salary anyway, so you get the largest of the two. Yet, they expect you to find all your own 'leads' (people willing to have you do the demo of the machine in their homes). Boss kept promissing to give me some leads to get me started, never gave me a single one, even had the margeting manager offer me one only to have him veto it, while I was standing  RIGHT THERE! Not to mention he wanted meeting with the full timers every single day, except Sunday, then cancels half of them without notiftying you ahead of time. I decided I didn't have the time or desire to wonder around knocking at doors in a City I don't know so well, and giving out scratch cards for them to scratch for a prise (of course, to get they prise they need to have a demo done). Being female, wondernig around at night in the middle of winter freezing my ass off and risking myself to hand little scratch cards only to half 99% or more not bother trying to collect the prise, just wasn't worth the time needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, even though I think the system is awsome, it just wasn't worth the risk to myself personally, to go door to door trying to get people to call and mention my name when they win a price they can't collect, unless they have a demo done. Well that is over and done with and I like my new job better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a nicer side, my efforts at breeding crested geckos is going well. Now to just find some buyers so I can sell the babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180983-115473078488869730?l=painfulcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115473078488869730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180983&amp;postID=115473078488869730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/115473078488869730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/115473078488869730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/2006/08/latest-update-on-my-life.html' title='Latest Update on my Life'/><author><name>LdyPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01179719839965279437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180983.post-113071476558655993</id><published>2005-10-30T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T15:26:05.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Spamming my Blog!</title><content type='html'>I certainly don't mind comments and everybody who wishes to leave commnets, but don't leave spam as your comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180983-113071476558655993?l=painfulcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/113071476558655993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180983&amp;postID=113071476558655993' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/113071476558655993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/113071476558655993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/2005/10/stop-spamming-my-blog.html' title='Stop Spamming my Blog!'/><author><name>LdyPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01179719839965279437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180983.post-113071378908884754</id><published>2005-10-30T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T15:09:49.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raven vs Pigeon</title><content type='html'>Interesting occurance while I was on break at work. A very large raven attacked and pursued a pigeon from the air to the ground. Once it was on the ground, the raven proceeded to cripple the pigeon's wing, so it couldn't fly, pinned it down and proceeded to pluck a great deal of the pigeons feathers. I am quite sure the raven would have then killed and eaten the pigeon but a coworker decided to interrupt the raven at his work and chased it away. The pigeon, apparently not as dead as I first thought, fled into a crack between the sidewalk and the side of the building where i am assuming it will die from it's injuries. The raven flew off and probably searched for other food elsewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought this was an interesting occurance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180983-113071378908884754?l=painfulcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/113071378908884754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180983&amp;postID=113071378908884754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/113071378908884754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/113071378908884754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/2005/10/raven-vs-pigeon.html' title='Raven vs Pigeon'/><author><name>LdyPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01179719839965279437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180983.post-112952257172977452</id><published>2005-10-16T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T21:16:11.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mick Jagger is a Nice Dode</title><content type='html'>About a month ago, the Rolling Stones came to  the city. Though I wanted to go see them but of course I worked that day, I always seem to work on days when something fun comes along. Anyway, a friend mentioned his daughter was visiting her grandparents during the night Mick was in town. The grandparents lived not to far from the stadium the Stones were playing. KNowing many people going to see the band were going to be walking down the street on the way to the stadium, the daughter decided to sell some lemonaid. It was a hot day and evening. Apparently, a limo pulled up and out came Mick Jagger who bought several glasses of lemonaid, donated some money to the cancer fund (I think she was also taking donations for that charity organization) Good old  Mick left money for the charity and some guitar picks for the granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the person wasn't anybody I really know, the story was cool to hear. To think a big rock star would stop at a roadside lemonaid stand to buy something to drink and leave a donation for charity at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little appendum, I know I have shamefullly neglected my Blog, it being months and months since my last post. I am going to do my best to post at least once a week, if not more often. Maybe I will bitch more about work and get it off my back. I could use stress relief. Not going to get into it now, that is for other posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180983-112952257172977452?l=painfulcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112952257172977452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180983&amp;postID=112952257172977452' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/112952257172977452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/112952257172977452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/2005/10/mick-jagger-is-nice-dode.html' title='Mick Jagger is a Nice Dode'/><author><name>LdyPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01179719839965279437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180983.post-111345929284617728</id><published>2005-04-13T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T23:14:52.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ticks and Mites Oh My!</title><content type='html'>Late in Febuary I bought a bunch of snakes at a reptile show, a rainbow boa, ball python and corn snake. All great snakes, all adjusted fine to their new home, ate well etc. Perfert. Then I noticed my ball python was soaking in  his water dish. First I thought, maybe he was in shed again and I haven't been keeping the humidity up high enough, Then I noticed the small black specks. Great, he has ticks or mites. No biggy, there are several reptile safe sprays out there now to use. SO off to the petstore I go, they didn't have any in stock. Ok, I live in a big city with about 10 different petstores chains. Went to every one in a half hour driving distance, not a single one had any tick spray. The closest nibble was one who didn't have  it in stock at the time. Ok, will wait the few days, but did they get it in, no of course  not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, by this time, I was worried the ticks would spread  to my other snakes. I checked, and sure enough, the corn and rainbow  had them. Great. Just fucking great. Did some search online, found a great article on how to remove ticks. Found out most products are useless. Others are too toxic and most don't kill the ticks because their shells are very thick and the sprays don't penetrate. Ok, I could go to the vet and get a shot...but that's three snakes and possiblely 4 geckos as well. That's alot of money, money I don't have. So, will follow the other steps I found online. They involve soaking the reptile in luke warm water with betadine mixed in. Ok, soaking is doable, and betadine isn't too hard to get and not very expensive. Soak reptile, put in pillow case, now to clean the cage and environment. Lets see, wash with hot soapy water to drown mites. Disinfect cage with strong bleach solution, for 10 minutes, to kill germs that ticks/mites can carry. Ok done. Put cat/dog flea/tick collar into cage, seal up and let sit for three hours. Air out completely. Thank the gods that I don't have wooden cages...or furnature..much, much more work involved in that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, spend entire afternoon and early evening doing all this, washing and cleaning the shelves etc to ensure everything is as tick/mite free as possible. And I may have to do the same process over again once or twice in the next 2-6 weeks to completely rid  my reptiles of ticks and mites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I buy a reptile, it's getting a complete washing, soaking etc, to kill any mites it may have before it has a chance to spread to my other animals. And hear I thought ticks/mites were only a problem with wild caught reptiles, not captive bred. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I had another  place, then I could have just flea bombed the entire apartment, let it air out a day then come back with my animals, but unfortunatley I can't do that. None of my local relatives like reptiles. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180983-111345929284617728?l=painfulcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111345929284617728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180983&amp;postID=111345929284617728' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/111345929284617728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/111345929284617728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/2005/04/ticks-and-mites-oh-my.html' title='Ticks and Mites Oh My!'/><author><name>LdyPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01179719839965279437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180983.post-111258795321927366</id><published>2005-04-03T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T21:12:33.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I need to get off my Chest!</title><content type='html'>I am sure alot of people will hate me for this but...I don't care! I just have to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ding dong the Pope is dead"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I particularly hated the guy, but I am no fan of the Roman Catholic Church. They are such a closed mindied incriminating money laundering religion that I can't stand them. Sure I know people of the faith that I like, but they are non-pushers. Besides, I don't believe in God or Jesus..other than Jesus was some prophet that knew how to write a book. A book that these days, is interpreted however anybody chooses, and most seem to follow what they want out of it and leaving the rest to rot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, a new Pope will be elected, voted or however they decide to choose one. For all I know, they use a prayer marathon to choose, whoever still stands at the end, is  Pope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to say on the subject...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180983-111258795321927366?l=painfulcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111258795321927366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180983&amp;postID=111258795321927366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/111258795321927366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/111258795321927366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/2005/04/something-i-need-to-get-off-my-chest.html' title='Something I need to get off my Chest!'/><author><name>LdyPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01179719839965279437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180983.post-111040647268641302</id><published>2005-03-09T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T14:14:32.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Febuary</title><content type='html'>For the shortest month of the year, Febuary still remains my most heated month. I seem to always be darkest in spirit, laziest and most likely to call in sick in Febuary than any other month. Fortunately, it's over and we are into March, when I always feel older. But March has the charming advantage of being the month of Spring though up here in snowy Canada you would think we are back in December. Had over a foot of snow dumped on us Monday night, and now it's back to being freezing cold, so cold that any man stepping outside feels like a woman and women feel freaking cold. But, the sun is hotter when it shines and it feels nice when wind isn't blowing 30km/h creating a windchill in the -20's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure all you Americans are thinking 'but isn't it snowing in Canada all the time?" Well, go read a fucking book. Canada isn't buried in snow year around, in fact most northern states have the exact same kind of weather as southern Canada. We don't live in igloos (only the Inuit do that and they live almost as far away from me as I do from Florida). In case  you yanks haven't noticed, Canada is HUGE. We are bigger in size than just about every other country in the world. (I think only Russia is larger, or at least it was when it was still the USSR).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I also feel our PM was nuts when he didn't agree to support the USA with the Space defense program. Stupid idiot, didn't vote for the twit myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180983-111040647268641302?l=painfulcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111040647268641302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180983&amp;postID=111040647268641302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/111040647268641302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/111040647268641302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-hate-febuary.html' title='I Hate Febuary'/><author><name>LdyPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01179719839965279437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180983.post-110852857810282963</id><published>2005-02-15T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T20:36:18.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Beast Passed!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, the Blue Beast passed her emissions test, such a nice little car she is. Yes, she's a car, a 2002 Honda Civic to be exact. Moved to a city where it was manditory to have  an emissions test each time you renew your license plates. Oh joy oh bliss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it you pay more to renew your license the further south you get? (In Ontario, Canada, anyway). Last  year, I paid $34 for year, this year, I have to pay $78 dollars. Does that make any sense? If I had known that it wuold cost me  for one  year here, what I paid for two years where I used to live, I would have  renewed for two years last year, instead of one. Only reason I wanted just one  year, was the novety of having my birth date on my lisence plate. How often does that happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticed no comments about the BBBB book, shame on you! All you BDSM'ers out there, need ot have this book in your personal library.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180983-110852857810282963?l=painfulcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110852857810282963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180983&amp;postID=110852857810282963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/110852857810282963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/110852857810282963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/2005/02/blue-beast-passed.html' title='Blue Beast Passed!!!!!!!'/><author><name>LdyPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01179719839965279437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180983.post-110802693149567038</id><published>2005-02-10T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T01:15:31.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Bondage Book!</title><content type='html'>This post is for all those BDSM'ers out there who would like to build there own toys. Though there are some books out there for making floggers, whips, cuffs and other BDSM accessories and toys, very few give detailed plans like 'The Better Built Bondage Book'. It's a great book, fairly new in the market and not yet widely known. It has great plans for a  portable spanking bench and St. Andrew's cross, tonnes of projects for the novice and experienced toy builders. There is also enough foundation that with little creativity, more unique items can be made. For the size of the book and value of the contents, the price is great!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information and ordering details, check out the author's webpage, at: www.thebetterbuiltbondagebook.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180983-110802693149567038?l=painfulcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110802693149567038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180983&amp;postID=110802693149567038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/110802693149567038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/110802693149567038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/2005/02/wonderful-bondage-book.html' title='Wonderful Bondage Book!'/><author><name>LdyPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01179719839965279437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180983.post-110706115211607058</id><published>2005-01-29T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T20:59:12.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIldo Fun!</title><content type='html'>Since I don't want the world to know, or at least the people who visit's Restoule's blog, I decided to answer the dildo questions. Being a much more perverted person, my answers will be more detailed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever used toys or other things during sex? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most deffinitely. Not as much as I like, actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you consider using dildos or other sexual toys in the future? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most deffinitely. Right now I have a circus whip, pig flogger (it's really cool looking, it has over a dozen twisted strands of leather for tails, stings without bruising), other homemade floggers, and more toys to come! Going to try and make a remote control vibrator and cock cage :) Must have everything ready when my 'guest' arrives late this summer. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your kinkiest fantasy you have yet to realize? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh so many. I deffinitely want to express my dominant nature with a submissive. Have all the tools, just have to find one available. There are others but not yet willing to express them here. There are some things I am not yet willing to place in a public forum. I would love to make out with an alien (and I mean an extraterrestial). This fantasy will always be just that, unless aliens do suddenly arrive. But then again, some good makeup and imagination on sex positions and it can become 'real'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who gave you this dildo? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Restoule did! Now all I need is a harness to set it just right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who are the ones to receive this dildo from you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None, I don't spread chainmail (I will keep the dildo all to myself, it's now MINE I tell you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, done...and I survived the experience...but it is kinda small...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180983-110706115211607058?l=painfulcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110706115211607058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180983&amp;postID=110706115211607058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/110706115211607058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/110706115211607058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/2005/01/dildo-fun.html' title='DIldo Fun!'/><author><name>LdyPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01179719839965279437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180983.post-110689231420519471</id><published>2005-01-27T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T22:05:14.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Designers Need to be Drawn and Quartered!</title><content type='html'>I like reptiles but I don't have tonnes of space to have cages all over the appartment. So, I decided I will build what is known in the trade as a 'rack'. It's basically a shelf designed to hold 'swearterboxes' for reptiles (mostly snakes) in such a way they are as close together, and lidless as possible, to save space. The 'shelves serve to hold the containers and serve as 'lids', allowing you to slide out each box like you would a drawer of  your dresser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I made plans, figured out the lumber I needed but since I don't have a vehicle big enough to carry 8'x4' sheets of plywood nor the equipment to cut them into the sizes I need. So, I saw these aluminum storage shelves as Canadian Tire and thought, well, I don't need a complex rack right now and this is long and high enough for what I  need. Not to mention cheaper and in peices so I can fit it in my trunk. OK problem solved. Right???? Hell NO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shelves are made out of paper t hin aluminum. Like the stuff a pop can is made out of. Now pick that folded in half and about three  feet long, shaped like a v. Try and attach that to a shelf made out of the same stuff and the same thickness with short (1/2") bolts and a nut. Ok, I finally get one leg attached to one shelf and let go....and the leg teeters over and falls like it was attched to bristle board. Ok, Prop it  up against a table. Work on the second leg. Scratch the crap out of my fingers, drop nuts left right and center (tight spots with sharp edges..more blood sacrificed to the blood god). Oh did I mention the screws are are slotted screws? Do you know how much a  pain in the ass it is trying to use slotted screws? Try it sometime. The screw driver slips out constantly, gauching the paint finish, and putting dents into the aluminum, or your fingers if you are too slow. Every single wooden thing y ou buy unassembled uses allen wrench keys or philips crews (the star noses).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, finally attached all posts to one shelf, Yeah.  Now, attached second shelf, not to difficult. Push it aside to work on the bottom half. Now the bottom shelf has to be on the second last hole in the  post, not to first. Ok, lay shelf on side, attached that way. Yeah right. Finally get two attached, turn it around to do the other side, and the other legs sag all over the place. Get up to get the screwdriver which su ddenly is on the other side, trip over the shelf, stagger about trying not to fall, trip over the struts that are to stablize everything, fall on shelf. Ok, now I have a flattened shelf, with legs twisted even worse than they were before. Fuck. On top of that I spilled a large glass, full with sticky liquid, all over the floor.  Ok, clean up the mess, force some shape back into the shelf I crushed and retighen screws. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the directions (yes I did read the directions, so helpful as they were..if I  had followed them exactly, I would have had a worse time. Lots of diagrams, no  numbers on any of them, so it's a matter of guesswork as which step refers to which diagram. Reading the steps wasn't that easy either, half the ink was smeared or faded...you think they would stop photocopying photocopies after awhile) indicated the top half should be attached to the bottom, and a shelf put right on the joint as well. As ther is only one set of holes, this would mean balancing one half overhead, and holding a flimsy shelf while trying to line up  holes to put screws in all at the same time, by myself. Since I don't have Doc Oc's extra 4 arms, decided to do it a different way. I attached the two sections first, t hen put the shelf two holes below the joint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That worked great..then I noticed the bottom shelf is upside down, compared to all the other shelves I have so far attached. FUCK! Took it off and put it aside. Decided that is enough for one night. Tomorrow I will put it back on, the right way and attached the last shelf. Hopefully Ican do that without too much more pain and agony. Else I may lose my cool and see how fast I can crush that shelf like a popcan. Next time I decide to go for the 'easy' way I am renting a pickup truck and picking up my own wood. Hell, I rather spend another $150 and buy a black and decker foldable workbench, a skill saw and a good drill, than put together another aluminum storage shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180983-110689231420519471?l=painfulcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110689231420519471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180983&amp;postID=110689231420519471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/110689231420519471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/110689231420519471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/2005/01/some-designers-need-to-be-drawn-and.html' title='Some Designers Need to be Drawn and Quartered!'/><author><name>LdyPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01179719839965279437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180983.post-110559891522559782</id><published>2005-01-12T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T22:48:35.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough With the Wave!</title><content type='html'>Sure it was a terrible thing, lots of people were killed, homes destroyed, power knocked out, entire communities washed away etc. but enough with the begging for money! I can't go anywhere now without seeing a poster, hearing an ad, or somebody asking for donations to the Tsunami fund. I see it on the doors at work, in the elevator and entrance to my apartment building, in every webpage I go to, it's on the news, on the radio, heck I wouldn't be surprised to see it on a sweater for a dog. Isn't things getting a little too excessive? I am sure lots of people are making tons of money off all this 'aid for victums of Tsunani or the Asian Earthquate'. If this much effort was put into donating money for  say, cancer or Aids research, we would be free of those diseases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about the rest of you but I am just so tired of the whole thing. The aid is great, and I send kudos to all those who dug into their pockets but enough is enough. Enough money has been donated to buy a small country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180983-110559891522559782?l=painfulcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110559891522559782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180983&amp;postID=110559891522559782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/110559891522559782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/110559891522559782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/2005/01/enough-with-wave.html' title='Enough With the Wave!'/><author><name>LdyPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01179719839965279437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180983.post-110464305392117318</id><published>2005-01-01T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T21:17:33.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's FINALLY over!</title><content type='html'>It's new years day (or the day after, considering the time I am posting this) finally and all the holiday crap is over. Kids will be back to school soon, everybody who works is back working and maybe, just maybe, the malls will be sane again. Don't people ever get tired of shopping in mad crowds of ignorant people pushing and shoving to get the latest bargain? Or just crowding the corridors, stopping dead unexpectly so you have to dodge aside to avoid running into them. Then there's the parking lot. Stupid morons taking up 2 spots or more because they don't bother trying to park straight (who cares if the lines are covered in snow, it's not brain surgery to park your car parallel to the car beside it and make sure there isn't half a car length of space between you and the other car). Then there are the people in the parking lot. Is it so painfully difficult to walk to one side of the roadway between rows of cars instead of dead smack in the middle? And whats' with stopping at every row and taking 10-15 seconds trying to see a parking spot down that row, meanwhile blocking everybody behind you from going anywhere. I can see myself one of these days just slamming on the gas petal and taking out a couple of stupid punks or old people walking in the middle of the parking lot road paths and claiming (like so many others) that I was trying to hit the break, honest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's my rant of the new year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180983-110464305392117318?l=painfulcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110464305392117318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180983&amp;postID=110464305392117318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/110464305392117318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/110464305392117318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-finally-over.html' title='It&apos;s FINALLY over!'/><author><name>LdyPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01179719839965279437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180983.post-110412116882588485</id><published>2004-12-26T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T20:19:28.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxing Day</title><content type='html'>Is the day after Christmas, commonly known as Boxing Day,  not celebrated in the USA? In Canada, most stores are open for shopping (who would want to rush back into the stores so soon after the Christmas madness?) other businesses have it off. Of course, where I work, doing support for Dell in the USA, only have 35% of their normal staff come in. Guess what, it was busy as hell, they even called people to beg them to come to work for at least a few hours to deal with the mass of callers. And what did  all these callers have in common? They all  had spyware or viruses infecting their computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no break between calls, it was constant. Of course everybody who called had dial up so it took forever to get them working. None had current antivirus programs so you couldn't even run a virus scan to get all the virusese on their computers. Many you couldn't even get past a blue screen at boot up. It was a  nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one amazing thing is a guy has a brand spanking new computer and the first thing he wants to do, is use Kazaa on it. When he tried to run the program it gave him an error saying it couldn't connect to the remote server and would not actually open We all know that Kazaa allows people to share pirated software and songs. What's even more annoying is the stupid fuck in sales actually sold them a software support package to support the program for downloading pirated software. Tried to explain to the guy Dell doesn't recommend the use of Kazaa nor support as it is a file sharing program. Guy flipped out whining he doesn't care if it gets viruses or spyware on his computer he just wants to download stuff. Finally walked him through how to disable his firewalls and told him to try Kazaa to see if it works..of course he has dial up  so couldn't try it while on the phone. So told him to try it and call in if it doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wanted to do was just say Dell won't support the theft of software, and transfer him back to sales to get his money back from the moron who sold him the software support contract to begin with. I would have flat out refused support if it wasn't for the fact the customer would just insist on a supervisor anyway...and of course there were  none available due to having only a third of our normal staff. The managers and mentors in this place are morons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180983-110412116882588485?l=painfulcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110412116882588485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180983&amp;postID=110412116882588485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/110412116882588485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/110412116882588485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/boxing-day.html' title='Boxing Day'/><author><name>LdyPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01179719839965279437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180983.post-110317396184261480</id><published>2004-12-15T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T21:12:41.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Butterfly Effect</title><content type='html'>Watched the move, Butterfly Effect couple days ago and have to say, it was awesome. It had some very interesting concepts and the movie kept you guessing on what was really going on. It had some very brutal scenes, interesting ways to show that changing something small can still have big consequences. For the first half of the movie I could have sworn half the town was some sort of insane experiment, seems too many people just weren't right in the head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird thing is, when the main character suffered a personal loss, and everybody else was happy, he blew it all away for two reasons. He lost his arms and his mother was dying of lung cancer. It seemed the more he tried to fix things to satisfy his own personal desires, the more he messed around with everybody's elses life. In the end, the main character (Evan I think his name was..sheesh I am bad with names.) did the only thing he could think of to may the love of his life happy. He killed himself at the beginning...thing is, which wasn't really addressed in the movie, if he did that, then he wouldn't be around to fix the mistakes in his past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh got to love the paradox of time travel. (the time machine is another great movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180983-110317396184261480?l=painfulcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110317396184261480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180983&amp;postID=110317396184261480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/110317396184261480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/110317396184261480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/butterfly-effect.html' title='The Butterfly Effect'/><author><name>LdyPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01179719839965279437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180983.post-110292847174316817</id><published>2004-12-13T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T01:01:11.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Garbage Lady</title><content type='html'>Here I am again with my latest rant. It's 3am in the freaking morning and I am posting to my blog. Why am I up at such a late hour? The reason is simple. I was in bed, oh maybe around 2am, having spent a relaxing late evening watching The Butterfly Effect (great movie and a must see). Since i work to 10pm staying up that late doesn't phase me. However when I crawl in to bed finally I do like to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not 10 minutes into my sleepy time, I hear somebody tossing garbage down the garbage chute. Normally, no bigger, despite the fact the noise of the door opening, then the chute squeeling as it opens and closes, is rather loud and echos down the hall, nor does it help my bedroom is situally almost directly across from where the chute is, this doesn't bother me. However, when the same person makes 10 trips to the garbage chute one after the other, it gets annoying. How do I know it's the same person? I checked. I stood by my door peeping through the peephole (it's what it is for anyway) and saw some fat short guy/gal? walking back and forth, each time carrying a little metal tin/garabage can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wasn't wearing a nightgown that barely reached my knees, I would have openned my door and ask this woman or guy (couldn't tell from the side as it walked back and forth down the hallway) what the fuck possessed them to make 10 trips to the garbage chute in the middle of the fucking night. Knowing my luck it would be sort of psychotic nutcase disposing of his whore of the eaving, in pieces. Most likely, he was tossing out recyclable items he was too lazy to bring down to the blue boxes in the parking garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, he's done now and you all get the privilage of hearing me bitch about it. I never claimed reading my post would be a pleasant experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hit me once and I will hit you back. Hit me twice, Oh Baby!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180983-110292847174316817?l=painfulcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110292847174316817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180983&amp;postID=110292847174316817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/110292847174316817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/110292847174316817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/garbage-lady.html' title='The Garbage Lady'/><author><name>LdyPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01179719839965279437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180983.post-110257196464111606</id><published>2004-12-08T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T21:59:24.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Christmas</title><content type='html'>This time of year makes me want to turn in to a homicidal maniac. To stride into a mall, pull out a fully automatic weapon and hose down all the idiotic morons pushing and shoving themselves againt my person against my will. Sure it's christmas and everybody wants to get that special toy, item or whatever for a gift or decoration but does that mean you have to turn into an inconsiderate and oblivious dick? I can't even walk down the corridor of a mall without somebody cutting across at an angle, sometimes from the far side of the bloody hall, to stop dead right infront of me or walk into me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, the other day I was in the mall, went there strickly to pick up a couple things, and I am walking at my usual quick pace, passing a guy in a wheelchair and t his chick comes towards me in the opposite direction. There is nobody around her but o, either I trip over the guy in the wheelchair, or to continue walking and assume the woman would move her fat ass out of the way. Of course she didn't move a muscle, not even angle her body so I could get by. I was able to avoid slamming into her (which I really should have done, would have made me feel better to leave her sprawled on her ass) by turning her body and she had the gull to give me a dirty look, so I told her to move her fucking ass next time. (well didn't actualy say move her fucking ass..what I did say was get the fuck out of the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, managed to get away from her easily enough but barely a minute later, some guy came cutting across my path and kept going. At first I felt no big deal he was walking a bit faster than I was, so I kept moving at my normal  pace, then he stopped dead suddenly, meaning I had to skitter around him or risk slamming into his back. Like shit, don't these people even pay attention to the people around them? I was aware of a guy w ho came up from behind me and then walked around me as he was moving much faster and later, when I stopped I glanced behind me to make sure nobody was right on my heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I hate is people either stand in the middle of the road (or hallway, in this case) yappying away forcing everybody else to squeeze around them. Or they leave their carts, strollers whatever in the middle of the way, so you have to squeeze around them to get by. One woman had her stroller in a store, right in the middle of the way and she had the gull to get snarky at me when I moved it to the side. Sheesh. You would think I shoved it against her or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that irks me at any time I am in a line, is people who don't respect your personal space. One woman kept wacking my arm with her stupid packages she was buying. Nothing potentially harmful, but I don't like being hit by anything, wether it hurt or not, at least not 5 times in as little minutes. She came behind me with stuff in her hands which she took out of the cart she had with her. Then I felt soemthing brush  my arm, I look and saw she was gawking about and turning her body eerytime she moved, and because she was carrying stuff in her arms that stuck out, it was hitting me. So I just moved ahead a bit, thinking I would be out of range. But nooo the woman moved forward as well and whacked me again with her stuff. I moved again, since I  had plenty of room between me and the person ahead of me in the line. Again she moved and hit me again. This time I gave her a dirty look but she didn't seem to get the hint. The next time she whacked me with her bag, I told her to stop hitting me with her stuff, it is getting annoying. She replied with something like "Oh, I am sorry, it's not like a serious injury is going to happen." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was completely missing the point so I replied "There will be if you keep  hitting me with that." SHe finaly got the hint and backed up a couple inches so her stuff wouldn't keep hitting me. Like come on, who likes anything hitting them, whetherit's painful or not by some stranger in a cashier line? If I hit somebody with anything, I apologize even if I didn't think it would hurt them. Like earler that day, I accidently bumped a personls heel with a shopping cart. Right away I apologized and she was ok with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180983-110257196464111606?l=painfulcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110257196464111606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180983&amp;postID=110257196464111606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/110257196464111606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/110257196464111606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-hate-christmas.html' title='I hate Christmas'/><author><name>LdyPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01179719839965279437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180983.post-110248656640999009</id><published>2004-12-07T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T22:16:06.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Day!</title><content type='html'>Today, I have decided to cut open a man's brain and take a really close look at what I find. Below is exactly what I found and it certainly proves a personal theory of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img41.exs.cx/img41/6933/malebrain6ne.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180983-110248656640999009?l=painfulcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110248656640999009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180983&amp;postID=110248656640999009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/110248656640999009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/110248656640999009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/2004/12/picture-day.html' title='Picture Day!'/><author><name>LdyPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01179719839965279437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180983.post-110188481885483329</id><published>2004-11-30T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T23:06:58.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Thoughts on BDSM</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow night I am going to meet some of the local BDSM members of the city.  What the fuck is BDSM you ask? It basically stands for Bondage,Domination/submission, Sadism and Masochism. Though I think I am less inclinded to lean towards pain than other areas I am not that much against it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lifestyle I have found fascinating since the first time I heard about it and took the time to read up on it. Played a bit online for about a year or two, met some in real life and found for all intents is purpose, I found everything interesting. IT is also not what most people  think it is. It's not just sex though sex has it's role. It is alot more, much much more. Scenes don't always end in sex, in fact, there is alot of affection and tenderness between Dom and sub after a scene. The true members of this lifestyle spend alot of time planning scenes, making sure they don't go beyond the limits of the sub, ensure safety is always enforced and ensure the sub has an out, should things get over whelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes BDSM dangerous, are those who think of it as a game, don't follow basic safety rules, are looking just for kinky sex or to beat on somebody in an aggresssive and uncaring manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, not everybody in the lifestyle likes bondage, or S&amp;M. Some perfer the simple Domination/submission aspect all on it's own. I am still trying to figure out just what draws me to the lifestyle. THe leather, the roles, domination and submission, fascinate me. Bondage I am not too interested in. Pretty boring just to tie somebody up. However, sometimes that is what the sub needs, or it can be used as a punishment. However safety is very important. Especially when 'slavery' is no longer allowed. A willing slave, somebody who submits their freedom to a Dom or owner, is altogether different. In the end, the sub can just leave, it's not like the Dom is going to send goons after the escaped slave and drag her back kicking and screaming then hobble her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned at the top of my blog, I am going to be meeting people who are part of the local BDSM scene. It's just a casual social gathering, not a place where people will be scening. A chance to meet them and see if I can find a Dom/me who will mentor me. I want to be a Domme, I want to be in charge. I don't think I have a particularly domineering personality, in fact many people may think I am  too timid or shy to be the 'take charge' type of person. Thing is, I do take charge and often ensure things go my way. I just don't stand there and demand it, I just am sneaky about it.  However lately I find I want to be more direct than being sneaky to get what I want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried the submissive thing online years ago and found it rather boring. I just couldn't fully commit myself to doing things solely to please a Dom/me. Sure I can do nice things for people but to serve them hand and foot, submit to their desires, allow them to lead the scene...found it just bored the hell out of me. After awhile I would just wander off...and online, it's very easy to walk away from the keyboard to come back with the Dom/me 'yelling' for my attention LOL. I typically just say I had to go to the bathroom and some would say in return I was not given permission and I mentally think, go ahead and try and stop me. This all leads me to feel I am not real submissive material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, will let all my readers know how the gathering went tomorrow. Till then, remember my cardinal rule. 'Spank your partner today, you may be surprised to find they like it!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180983-110188481885483329?l=painfulcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110188481885483329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180983&amp;postID=110188481885483329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/110188481885483329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/110188481885483329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/2004/11/some-thoughts-on-bdsm.html' title='Some Thoughts on BDSM'/><author><name>LdyPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01179719839965279437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180983.post-110179160198108167</id><published>2004-11-29T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T21:13:21.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vending Machines are GREEDY!</title><content type='html'>I am now convinced vending machines have minds of their own. They are even more greedy than a dragon and her gold. Last weekend at work, I wanted to buy some M&amp;M's. The vending machine at work  had them for a dollar. Kind of expensive but that includes all the taxes so ok, I can live with that. Having no loonies, I put in a toonie (ie $2 coin) and punched in the letter and number code for the M&amp;M's. What does the vending machine do? Tells me I need to insert $58.50 to buy the M&amp;M's. What the fuck is that kind of shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no way I was going to put that kind of money into a machine to get a bag of candy thats only worth a buck with tax. For that kind of money I could buy enough M&amp;M's to last me half a year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the machine did it again, with another kind of chocolate bar. Wanting me to spend my  hard earned  money buying candy worth a fraction of what it demands. I refuse to pay a greedy machine when I can do without some candy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I tried to buy a friend a bottle of orange juice, the machine at first failed to acknowledge that yes indeed I put in the correct amount of money. After getting my money back and putting it back into the machine, it didn't work. This time it told me it was sold out when there were two bottles of orange juice in that spot that even a blind man could see. I am starting to think vending machines should be replaced with a real person with a cash register and a smile. At least I can be sure to asked to pay exactly what price is marked on the item and won't be told its sold out when there are still that product on the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180983-110179160198108167?l=painfulcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110179160198108167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180983&amp;postID=110179160198108167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/110179160198108167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/110179160198108167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/2004/11/vending-machines-are-greedy.html' title='Vending Machines are GREEDY!'/><author><name>LdyPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01179719839965279437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180983.post-110161295929709576</id><published>2004-11-27T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T19:41:19.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this the Real Me?</title><content type='html'>Greetings all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to see if this picture of me. Or is it really me? There really isn't any way for you to tell, now is there? Unless of course you know me in person or know the person the picture is showing. But trust me, I am perfectly sane and wouldn't be the kind of person who would post just some random picture I found, pretending it's me, now would I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ignore the watermark from some webpage....that's just a clitch, trust me...honest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img127.exs.cx/img127/7076/FakeMe1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180983-110161295929709576?l=painfulcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110161295929709576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180983&amp;postID=110161295929709576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/110161295929709576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/110161295929709576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/2004/11/is-this-real-me.html' title='Is this the Real Me?'/><author><name>LdyPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01179719839965279437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180983.post-110144409273249452</id><published>2004-11-25T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T20:41:32.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggerized!</title><content type='html'>On a quest to generate more visitors after taking a friends advice, I have been browsing other blogs. His ideal was if I post on other poeple's blogs, they may come to my blog. So being rather bored I decided to click on the 'next blog' button and see what happens. First couple blogs were not to bad, some dead and inactive, some in Spanish, then I found a cool geek one and WHAM!!  Little pop up windows came up, saying I should update this, download that and other crap. Even after I left the blog some came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this crap? Can't I browse my fellow bloggers sites without worrying about getting adwared to death or plaqued by pop-ups? Isn't there anything sacred anymore?  Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The geek site did have a neat mouse pointer chaser (what do  you calls those things anyway?) that, once you stopped moving your mouse around, formed into a ASCII clock with the current time. Kind of cool....wish I could stand his site long enough to send him a post asking if I can have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, having decided that the above occurance was a fluke, I decided to browse some other blogs today and again, second site I went to, completely bombarded by little useless popups. Makes me not want to use that 'next blog' button anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180983-110144409273249452?l=painfulcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110144409273249452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180983&amp;postID=110144409273249452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/110144409273249452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/110144409273249452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/2004/11/bloggerized.html' title='Bloggerized!'/><author><name>LdyPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01179719839965279437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180983.post-110109888934853148</id><published>2004-11-21T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T20:48:09.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom I want a Reptile!</title><content type='html'>Christmas is coming and kids want something cool. What can be more cooler than a lizard or snake? Not much actually. However many reptiles are not good for pets especially for kids and beginners. I am sure  you all heard of green iguanas,   you can get them at just about any petstore for $50 or less. Store employee probably told you they don't get any bigger than the cage their are in and all other kinds of bullshit.  Sure, they won't get any bigger than the cage they are in because they DIE long before that. Why do they die? Because most kids don't know how to care for them and the petstore employees have no clue either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think any petstore manager or employee would say the cute little 8" long green lizard needs special lighting, grows to be as large as 5' long or longer, will need a huge cage (at least 6'x3'x3' with larger being better), can give nasty bites and whip with it's tail leaving welts any dominatrix would envy? Course  not, no sane mother would buy that for their kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so the cute little green lizard will grow up to be a monster, what about the other cute little green lizard that is only 4" long, called both green anole or american chameleon? Well they don't get much bigger but they are hard to care for, very shy creatures which again, tends to die because kids don't have a clue how to care for  them properly and get all kinds of mis-information from store owners and workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets skip lizards and go to snakes. You only have to feed them once or twice a month, right and don't need any special lighting. Yes that is true for most snakes but that doesn't mean they are all great pets. The cool looking reticulated python thats only about 2 feet long in the petstore can reach lengths of 20' and weight a ton. Not to mention they can have you for a midnight snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about that cute little 4" in diameter red ear slider (ie turtle)? It can't get big, can't need much space, it's so small. Thing is, they are not easy to care for either. They can get as large as well and need huge cages for swimming and basking in. They need special lighting as well. They can also bite quite hard too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you must think no reptiles of any kind are great pets, but that's not the case. There are pleny of easy to care for, docile and beautiful to look at reptiles available. Some are harder to find, a bit more expensive but all are well worth it. Beter to pay extra money and have a great pet that you can enjoy for years, instead of pay for something hard to keep, needs special requirements or gets too large to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good beginner pets are leopard geckos, crested geckos, bearded dragons, corn snakes, children's pythons, captive bred (not to be concused with captive hatched imports) pythons,  and others. As with any pet, it's better to research as much as possible BEFORE! getting the animal. Don't just ask one source,  especially petstores, for care information. Read every single book you can get your hands on about the reptile of your choice. Do searches on the internet, find forums where other reptile owners go to and ask questions. Don't worry about conflicting information, you can  typically clarify alot of it by asking questions on forums.  Check phonebook, classifieds in newspaper etc. for any local reptile breeders, clubs, organizations and owners. Ask around as well, find a local breeder of the reptile of your choice and go visit them if possible. Ask them questions, check their facilities to see if their breeding animals are healthy, active and clean. Also check your city/state/countries rules regarding exotic pets,  some have bylaws prohibiting owning certain reptiles and other exotics. Don't always assume what people are selling are legal to possess. They may have special permits to own, breed and sell the animals or maybe they are selling because they found out they are owning  them illegally or don't know or dont' care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little personal story. I wanted to get a green iguana as soon as I moved out on my own. I did some online research and realized green iguanas can get as large or larger than me, can live 15-20  years in captivity, need a very large cage, special lighting etc.  I decided I wasn't prepared to provide that kind of care for the lizard and decided not to get one. At least not for my very first reptile.  I learned about bearded dragons which interested me more. They don't get as big, only about 24", can be  housed in a cage comfortablely that is 4'x2'x2' though larger is better.  Live up to 10  years in captivity, eat both insects and greens when younger, mostly greens as adults. They don't require high humidity or high temperatures, are more personable than other lizards (ie don't mind being handled) and are less likely to take off like a shot every time  you get near them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I decide to make a lenghty blog post about reptiles? For one reason, it's my blog and I will blog what I want on it, but mostly, two, I am tired of sitting at my favourite forum and reading yet another post about somebody who bought a reptile and have  no clue how to take care of it.  Then a week later it dies and they wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Save a reptile today, read a reptile  book!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180983-110109888934853148?l=painfulcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110109888934853148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180983&amp;postID=110109888934853148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/110109888934853148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/110109888934853148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/2004/11/mom-i-want-reptile.html' title='Mom I want a Reptile!'/><author><name>LdyPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01179719839965279437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180983.post-110063884509768461</id><published>2004-11-16T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T13:01:33.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging Out During the Week</title><content type='html'>Yet another long pause since my last post but I promise I will be more regular now (eating more fibre too!). Today, it being Tuesday November 16, 2004 I don't work. So, I do what most people typically do on weekends when they don't work. I went shoppng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping during the day in the middle of the week is much much different t han shopping in the evenings or on weekends. One, there are little to no kids in the mall as they are in school (MHAHAHA!) , two there are in general, less people. So what kind of people do you see in malls during the week? Well, the odd teen to young adult who has a spare (or is skipping from school), some people shopping during lunch breaks (if you go near the lunch hours) . The majority you see are retired people. Since retirement age runs anywhere from 55 and up that is a vast assortment of people. There are alot of retired and elderly people these days but they are relatively easy to get around. It's the old ones with carts that are a pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They cluster about the entrances, the cashes, and by the bus stop, leaning on shopping carts and more often than not, rolling into people. One thing I can't stand is being surrounded by carts driving by people too old to even have driver's licenses. I feel like I am standing in a herd of cattle. (depending on the group of elderly, it smells almost as bad). Fortunately I don't stand by busstops much so its rare that I feel surrounded by old people like this. It's in the cashier lines that it gets annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I am personally not against anal sex, I do resent having old bastards or old biddies trying to ram a shopping cart up my ass. I stand there minding my own business, waiting to do the lawful thing and pay for the stuff I want to get and get bumped in the ass or hip by a shopping cart. So, being patient I just move a few inches forward so the cart won't be against me anymore. What does the old bat do? Pushes it into me again. Out comes my glare but I might as well glare at the magazines in the conveniently placed rack for all the good it does. Sometimes I say excuse me to the old woman or man but half the time they don't hear me and I am not going to shout as I hate raising my voice. Some realize what they are doing and back off...its the ones that don't th at really aggrevate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear the next person, old or young that keeps shoving their cart into me will have that cart shoved back so hard they will be run over by it. Or pinned against the far wall by a shopping cart. Can you picture the headlines? '&lt;strong&gt;Insane Woman Rams Shopping Cart into Elderly at Local Shopping Center.&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rant of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180983-110063884509768461?l=painfulcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/110063884509768461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180983&amp;postID=110063884509768461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/110063884509768461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/110063884509768461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/2004/11/hanging-out-during-week.html' title='Hanging Out During the Week'/><author><name>LdyPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01179719839965279437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180983.post-109945975561691029</id><published>2004-11-02T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T21:29:15.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spyware!!</title><content type='html'>First off, sorry for taking so long to post again. I have been caught up with a new job, moving, finding homes for all my pets and living between apartments. Just didn't have time or ability to post here regularly. Ok, I admit, I just plain forgot about my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, with my new job under my belt two weeks now (well had 3 weeks training but that doens't count) doing tech support for Dell for all you Americans out there. Yes, you can get software support from people who's native language is English now.  Anyway, what is the number one problem I have encountered. Yep you guessed it (course the title of this rant is a big give-away so don't feel too proud for guessing), the number one problem, is SPYWARE (and Adware).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Spyware or Adware for that matter? It's spammers next best thing...for them that is. Personally people who create and willfully distribute this stuff, should have honey drenched all over their bodies and staked out naked over a red-ant colony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What spyware and adware does is it monitors what you do online, redirects your brower to other websites (typically selling something), sends up a slew of pop-up windows, hog system resources, even block your access to the internet, dialers dial long distance porn sites etc. to the point you can't do fuck all on your computer. These things make computer viruses seem like good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you get spyware/adware? From anywhere that says 'free'.  Free downloads, any shared ftp sites (yes, Kazaa puts spyware or adware on your system), heck, even AOL (on AIM) has adware. Porn sites, shopping sites, those annoying search sites you get re-directed to whenever you mispell a website in the address field. Free screensavers, hotbar (and other browser modifying thingies), heck, for all I know blogger might have adware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to start sounding like a news article or a how to article, but hey, this is my blogger so will post things the way I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to stop or get rid of spy/adware? Don't go on the internet *grin*. As that is inpractical, best thing to do is not download free software, files, MP3's etc. Don't use programs that modify your browser etc. Stay away from funky sites and porn sites. (buy a magazine, cheaper and less troubles ;) ) Use a good firewall (and read the manual so you know how it works) and anti-virus program. Buy or download for free (yes, I know I said stay away from free programs...but I think these are adware/spyware free...but I can't guarentee it, never actuallly checked myself), ad-aware SE and spybot search and destroy, or other similar programs. Run them once a week, or more depending on how much time you are on the internet. Don't click on pop ups (ie on yess or no) till you actually read what it says. Click on the 'X' instead of the 'no' as some will load the spyware/adware anyway. Also, read the license agreement, as it may say in there that you give your permission to accept adware/spyware if you agree to it. (yes it means reading all that legal crap but hey, if you are aware, you can sue if the spyware gets on your system even if you say no and don't download/install the program).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My greatest suggestion to stop spyware/adware, talk to your politician to push for strict enforcement of making spyware/adware, spam and other unsolicitated junk illegal. I am sure we would all love not to have 100 Viagra, penis enlargements, breast enlargements, drugs and other junk emails, pop ups and crap cluttering up our online time. Even the most computer illiterate computer user knows how to type a word in google to do a search. We are more than intelligent enough to be able to type viagra into google and hit enter to see who sells it on and offline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180983-109945975561691029?l=painfulcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/109945975561691029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180983&amp;postID=109945975561691029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/109945975561691029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/109945975561691029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/2004/11/spyware.html' title='Spyware!!'/><author><name>LdyPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01179719839965279437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180983.post-109743443389036044</id><published>2004-10-10T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T11:53:53.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids These Days</title><content type='html'>After reading a post by a fellow blogger about stupid people breeding stupid undesciplined brats, prompted me to have my own little rant about them. It really sucks that so many people are determine to let their lives be ran by the government instead of disciplining themselves. Now they raise kids without any discipline so we have out of control brats running around raising crime rates, defacing buildings and making everybody else's life miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance my landlady's daughter. Not only does she live with her mother, but her husband is with her and their kid.  They don't have any control over the kid, they let her run all over the freaking house all day long till well into the night. They don't even bother putting the kid to bed till after midnight every night. (I know cause i worked 12am-12pm shifts and t hat kid is running around still up, after I get home and on weekends). Sure kids run around, that is in their nature, but steady all day long? When talking to the land lady she said none of them can keep up with the kid. I was thinking but didnt' say, 'no wonder, they let the kid run around all the time, it's just in better shape than it's pudgy mom and dad and grandparents'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen this woman, who doesn't work, lives with her folks cause her husband doesn't have a good enough job so they can have their own apartment,  and she is over weight and well, dim looking. Not in a way to say she is mentally retarded, or to be more politically correct, mentally handicapped.  It's just that when I look at her a little voice in the back of my head yells 'WHITE TRASH!!!' I am so glad I am moving out of this place soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't  understand why it's so hard to train a kid to not run around the house, seen many perents do it. It certainly doesn't mean  you have to run around the house trying to catch them. Most  parents would be worried their kid would fall and hurt themselves if they run around like there is no tomorrow. I hear this kid run around and fall at least once a day then it's crying for 5 minutes or longer till her lazy assed parents get off the couch and do something about it. I live right beneath them and the ceiling isn't that great (not as bad as other places).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who let their kids run wild because they are so scared to use any form of discipline should not have kids. Kids, even young kids, are suppose to be of higher intelligence than your average dog yet most people let their kids do things they wouldn't let their dog do. SUre  you can't put a pinch collar on a kid to keep it from running off but you shouldn't need to. Humans have the advantage of understand the spoken language. Telling a kid to stop running around, jumping on furnature etc. or they will be sent to their room is  easy to do. However y ou have to follow through with what you threaten the kid with. If he keeps doing what  you don't want him to do, t hen put him in his room. It really does work. I have done it lots of time when conned into babysitting.  Just pick up the wailing screaming back and dump them on their bed and close the door. Not  hard to do at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving to older kids, the teenaged punks lurking in every mall, street etc. They are rude for the most part, don't care if they are standing in  your way or that you even exist. I even had one smart ass punk park his car right in front of the ramp to leave a grocery store while I was standing there waiting for him to drive past so I could cross the street. He parked right in front of me, looked at me and laughed then got out of  his car. I felt so much like kicking his punk ass face in but restrained myself. No wonder I feel more and more on the verge of insanity with this sort of crap we have to put up with every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180983-109743443389036044?l=painfulcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/109743443389036044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180983&amp;postID=109743443389036044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/109743443389036044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/109743443389036044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/2004/10/kids-these-days.html' title='Kids These Days'/><author><name>LdyPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01179719839965279437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180983.post-109715055878827711</id><published>2004-10-07T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T05:02:38.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Commutes</title><content type='html'>Getting a new job is great, especially when the job you were doing, you hate almost more than being unemployed.  Living in a city 5 hours away from where you apartment is, is a pain. Fortunately I don't have to drive 5 hours to get to work and 5 hours to get back home. Instead I have the pleasure of having friends and relatives I can stay with during the week and drive home on weekends to pack. It's great having relatives and friends willing to put up with me for 5 days a week till I can get my own place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering how often people commute, it makes me wonder, are there people out there who actually take 5 hours to drive to and from work? If so, when do they sleep? I am excluding truck drivers as they don't drive a long time to work, their work requires them to drive all over the place. Just referring to actual drives to and from work, not their job itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you haven't figured out by now why I haven't been posting regularly to my blorg, it's because I spend all week 5 hours drive from my computer and work frowns on me using their systems for personal stuff. Not that it currently is stopping me from making a quick post now. I promise to post more often after this, but bare with me for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180983-109715055878827711?l=painfulcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/109715055878827711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180983&amp;postID=109715055878827711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/109715055878827711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/109715055878827711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/2004/10/long-commutes.html' title='Long Commutes'/><author><name>LdyPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01179719839965279437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180983.post-109545631971436267</id><published>2004-09-17T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T14:25:19.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Control Freaks</title><content type='html'>I am sure you have all heard of them, maybe even know one or two or you could be one yourself. I know one, knew him longer than I realized he was a control freak. Always wants things his way, get all mad if you don't drop everything and run over to visit the second he vaguely suggests you should come over.  It's even worse when he has his own delusions that you must be snubbing his because of online friends, or just don't like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will be the first to admit that I am not the worlds greatest extrovert but I am still far from being a shutin who never likes going out and being with friends. Truth is I do like going out and doing things. I just don't always like to do them alone and when none of your friends in your area like going out to do things, kind of hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in an effort to expand my circle of friends I have been trying to get involved more with what co workers are doing  and meet new people with things in common. Sounds easy doesn't it? Add in working 12 hour shifts and being off on days most people are working, makes things a bit more difficult. It doesn't help that I live in an area where there is nothing to do other than go to a bar and get drunk. I don't even like the bars around either, can't stand your typical dance music played at every bar around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the control freak. We typically meet once a week to do some table top role-playing but one week I just wasn't in the mood for roleplaying and cancelled. He seemed to be fine with that but flipped out when I mentioned I would have the following week off from work. Started ranting and raving how he didn't want to have to work HIS schedule around when I wanted to see him blah blah blah. Thing is, that is exactly what he wants me to do, work my schedule around him. In this day and age, you both have to work schedules around things. I certainly am not going to skip work to visit him when it's convenient for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I have known this guy for years, coming to the conclusion that when it becomes a chore to go visit a friend and  you don't really enjoy your time (the fact he plays on the computer half the time you there, though he does talk to you, is one t hing I find extremely boring, not to mention rode to do) and  you have to force yourself to call and ask to come over, it's becoming very apparently this friendship no longer should be kept alive.  Not when there are other people out there that I can meet and have fun with. The only annoying thing about ending the friendship is it pretty much stops me from spending time with his wife, who I actualy do enjoy being around. I just don't feel right calling his house and asking to speak to his wife and then arrange to do something with her. I doubt she would go, out of her misguided loyalty to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, rant over...you can go away now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180983-109545631971436267?l=painfulcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/109545631971436267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180983&amp;postID=109545631971436267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/109545631971436267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/109545631971436267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/2004/09/control-freaks.html' title='Control Freaks'/><author><name>LdyPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01179719839965279437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180983.post-109496772617226171</id><published>2004-09-11T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T22:42:06.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Microsoft SUCKS!</title><content type='html'>Well, we all know Microsoft sucks normally, being the monopoly of operating systems out there. Anyway, after three long grueling days of 12 hour shifts working at a job I can't stand and should be banned (see post below), I boot up my PC and think, ok, now some relaxing time surfing and chit chatting etc. Well, I have the autoupdater for windows xp set up to scan and upload all the security updates etc from microsucks.com and tonight, up pops the latest service pack for windows XP. Ok, so I let that install, it wants to reboot so I say ok, go ahead...and it reboots, reboots, reboots, reboots, reboots etc.....without getting anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I say well that can happen once in awhile, so I shut down the computer completely, give it a few seconds and turn it back on....no go, it goes back into the reboot loop. Now I am pissed off. I didn't plan to spend the night fucking around with my computer. So I go into the boot menu, select known last good (which should boot the computer in the last configuration that booted successfully). That didn't work....I wound up reinstalling windows XP over the original installation hoping to fix or at least remove the fuckup that the service pack did. Well it worked...sort off,  now it takes 5 minutes for my system to boot to the desktop, it tosses weird errows about files in a temp folder....so I deleted them all, afterall, they are just temp files.  Then the redirector stops working..but after a reboot, that seems to be ok. Still takes 5 minutes to boot and that is without any anti-virus running etc. Usually takes a minute maybe less to boot. My anti-virus doesn't work anymore either so I am going to have to restore that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Thanks alot Microsoft for fucking up a perfectly good working machine once again. Just makes me want to go out and by a Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'reboot' -  #1 solution to problems with windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180983-109496772617226171?l=painfulcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/109496772617226171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180983&amp;postID=109496772617226171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/109496772617226171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/109496772617226171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/2004/09/microsoft-sucks.html' title='Microsoft SUCKS!'/><author><name>LdyPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01179719839965279437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180983.post-109435840477140941</id><published>2004-09-04T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T21:26:44.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Telemarketing should be Illegal</title><content type='html'>Telemarketers. Those annoying people who call  you at the worse possible time wanting to sell you long distance, insurance, coupons, cell phones whatever. I hate them. They are worse than spam, junk mail, commercians and advertising. Why are they so bad and why I feel telemarketing should be illegal? Here's the breakdown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telemarketers are intrusive. If we get junk mail in our mailbox, what do we do? We just toss it out without much if any glance. No big deal, barely takes a second to get rid of it. Commericals on TV or radio? We just switch the channel, read a book, leave the room etc, again no big deal. Same with email spam, we just click on delete and it's gone or add it to filters so it won't come back again. Again only a few seconds of our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With telemarketers, they call us. Our phone rings forcing us to drop whatever we are doing to stride across the room and pick up the phone. And what do we get most of the time? Dead air for the first couple seconds then that background noise we all know signifies a telemarketer. Then they start the speel and what can you do? Hang up just means they will call back again at some point in the near future. Heck maybe even the  next day. Tell them your not interested, well that only works for a few months, assuming you are not on 20 different call lists. Sure legal things ensure you can request to be put on a 'Do Not Call' list but even then you can still be called as you would have to request that every time some telemarketer calls you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it should be made illegal. Companies should invest time and money in having civil and helpful customer service. Get enough people to do it so customers don't have to wait on hold half an hour every time or deal with those annoying automatic teller things. You know, the messages that tell you 'for service in english press 1'. I always hate those t hings. Takes 5 minutes to get through it only to wind up waiting on hold anyway. Then, when you finally get a living breathing person, they ask you to repeat all the information you were asked by the machine ahead of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, going into another rant there.....back on topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without telemarkets, people will feel at peace at home without the phone ringing and ringing for crap. We are all intelligent we should be smart enough to think, 'gee I am paying too much for my phone service, I wonder if the other companies can offer me a better rate?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180983-109435840477140941?l=painfulcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/109435840477140941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180983&amp;postID=109435840477140941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/109435840477140941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/109435840477140941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/2004/09/why-telemarketing-should-be-illegal.html' title='Why Telemarketing should be Illegal'/><author><name>LdyPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01179719839965279437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180983.post-109418090302543860</id><published>2004-09-02T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T20:08:23.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to a painful corner of my insanity</title><content type='html'>Greetings all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame a friend for this. If it wasn't for him I would have never heard of a blog or what it was or actually read one. Heck, creating one never even entered my mind, till I decided to post a comment to a comment on his blog and wound up here. Now I have yet another thing to do regularly in my already too busy schedule of doing nothing constructive with my spare time.  You'll think spending 12 hours a day tormenting defenseless Americans to switch their phone service to yet another annoying phone company persistantly calling them day in and day out, would be enough to vent my frustrations....but nooooo, I had to find this little corner to dwell in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If none of that makes any sense then you are in the same boat as I am. Never claimed to be able to understand myself, have I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have already mentioned I blame a friend for this and if  you are all  hoping (assuming of course there is anybody out there taking the time to read my crap, much less even find it) I would name the guy, well, don't hold your breathe. I am not gonna tell. He knows who I mean and if he wants to reveal himself in all his glory to  you, then he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that, I still have yet to reveal just why I let myself get manipulated, directly or indirectly, into making this blog. It seemed like a fun thing to do anyway. So expect random thoughts, rants, raves, downright abuse about nothing in particular. Sometimes it will be an event you may actually have heard of or experienced but for the most part it will be me just venting steam so I can get through the day without running over some poor SOB or riddling the next moron with a dozen broad point arrows or a sound lashing from a flogger or whip. If you all enjoy this sort of thing and keep coming to read more, then thank you. I am always pleased to know I have brought pleasure in somebody elses life, even if that wasn't my real intention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on baby make it hurt so good"....lyrics from a song whos author/singer/name I can't remember and just too lazy to research to give proper credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8180983-109418090302543860?l=painfulcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/109418090302543860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8180983&amp;postID=109418090302543860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/109418090302543860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8180983/posts/default/109418090302543860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painfulcorner.blogspot.com/2004/09/welcome-to-painful-corner-of-my.html' title='Welcome to a painful corner of my insanity'/><author><name>LdyPayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01179719839965279437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
