not an attack site

I promise I am not attacking you.

The reason Delicious Juice Dot Com is being flagged as an attack site is a long and sordid story:

http://www.deliciousjuice.com was hacked, and some nasty bad code was added to the content. This content would load viruses and set off alarm bells all over the place. Normally this would be a bad thing – and it is, really – but it’s not a catastrophic thing, and here’s why:

blog.deliciousjuice.com and http://www.deliciousjuice.com are hosted on different machines. However, the domain is the same – so while http://www.deliciousjuice.com is rightly flagged as a hazardous site by Google, blog.deliciousjuice.com is also flagged but is harmless.

Here, see for yourselves:

Google Diagnostic for www.deliciousjuice.com
Google Diagnostic for blog.deliciousjuice.com

See? One is bad; the other only looks bad because it hangs around with the Wrong Crowd but in reality it has a heart of gold and helps to feed orphans on cold winter nights.

http://www.deliciousjuice.com is offline for the moment, until it can be cleaned up. This might be a good time to attempt moving all my archives over to WordPress, but I’m daunted and exhausted just thinking about it because that’s 5.5 friggin’ years of textual cacophony to deal with. So, we’ll see.

I am a safe and family friendly website! I am not sending you viruses or spyware and I am not malicious in any way! Don’t believe the hype – I am not an attack site!

i like video games

Since my phone number changed, I’ve been calling various places to update my record. One such place was the EB Games in Park Royal – sounds innocuous, but as I have 4 games on pre-order and they contact me by phone, it’s in my best interest to make sure they can get hold of me.

I called the store (yes, they’re in my phone as a contact – shut up) and explained that I have games on pre-order but a new phone number, and could they please update my info in their computer.

The EB guy said sure, and asked for my old number which I rattled off.

Then he *laughed* at me, saying “I knew it was you!”. We joked about my anal retentive video game ordering, he asked if I had an iPhone, and I somehow felt compelled to explain the beauty of mobile IGN reviews.

My number has been changed so I won’t miss out on any of my games, but *still*. I am beyond embarrassed (and yet somehow proud) that my reputation precedes me to such an extent.

hello, masses

I did a lot of fast talking over the weekend, and the end result is that I, too, can haz iPhone.

I was a masterful spin doctor of lies and half-truths. The justifications were far-fetched and plausible only if you missed every second word I was saying. I made some concessions, talked up my hand-me-downs, and I am fairly confident there was wheedling. And lo – for all my efforts and thinking out loud, I have a wee flat phone that has been dubbed Teh Hellophone 2.0 (also known as iChing, because I am funny in my own head).

Some of the things I said in order to justify the purchase to myself and Ed (mostly Ed):

  • My productivity will suffer without it
  • This isn’t the gadget whore in me speaking, it’s common sense
  • We’d be able to completely rid ourselves of the Telus monkey on our backs once and for all
  • The 6 GB plan is a limited time offer! (this one is true)
  • If I go with Fido instead of Rogers, it’ll be slightly less evil – Fido has puppies and cute gay men making out whereas Rogers has 5 annoying everyteens as spokespeople
  • It has GPS – I’ll never get lost again! (note: I am famous for my built in DPS, and I never, ever get lost)
  • Four words: mobile IGN game reviews
  • I’m getting the 8gb model, not the 16gb – we’re saving $100!

There are cons, of course. My cell phone bill just went up by quite a lot (which is offset by the decrease in Ed’s phone bill, but still). If I move to the middle of nowhere, I won’t be able to get service – Fido’s network isn’t the largest in Canada. I had to pay a zillion dollars to get out of Ed’s Telus contract (I’m ignoring that for now). And perhaps worst of all: the iPhone has no spot for danglies. I LOVE my cell phone danglies. I have a great many of them, and now I can’t use them on my phone. Boo!

As you can see, it really does suck to be me.

I’m still excited, though. I just got my work email, calendar, and secret email accounts set up and it’s working marvelously. It really is a sexy piece of technology, and I’m glad I took the plunge. Yeah, I’m now just like everybody else in my trendy phone ways, but I think I can offset the drone syndrome if I make this (NWS!) my wallpaper.

I’m so edgy. Edgy and connected.

trailing behind the bandwagon

It’s probably not a good thing when broken bones become so commonplace that you just sort of shrug them off and go about your day.

I’ve had so many stress fractures in my various feet that I can tell when a new one has formed. My left foot is several shades of broken, but there isn’t a heck of a lot I can do about it. The best case scenario: I pay to get it x-rayed, and they stick me in an air cast for a month. Then it’ll break again, and we do the whole dance from the top – ow this hurts, ow this hurts to the point where I can’t ignore it anymore, let’s go see someone who won’t fix it, hooray it’s time to wear an air cast. So, I work around it. Tylenol is candy-coated these days!

My accident-free streak has been broken. I apologize for my alarmist Facebook status; this time I actually didn’t *mean* to be misleading but I was in a hurry. The “accident” in question is minor and doesn’t involve Oscar at all; I burned my hand pretty badly last night while making delicious chicken burgers. It’s been quite some time since my last incident – in fact, I can’t really remember what it was – so imagine my dismay when I realized my hearty streak of being in one piece was broken. Add my burn to my broken left foot, and I’m no longer healthy at ALL. I’m a walking limping mess! I am, however, still jolly, so everything is super.

I got a present at work today! Yesterday I was talking to my favourite coworker about where to get those reflective pride rainbow stickers, because Oscar is sorely lacking in teh gay. Today when I got to the Lab, there was a big reflective rainbow heart on my keyboard from the aforementioned favourite coworker. Yay! Oscar will have pride, and I have the squee!

So far, I am holding quite strong against the allure of a new toy – I have not yet jumped on the stylish and sleek iPhone bandwagon. Basically, it boils down to my not being willing to end my Bell contract just yet – I get a delicious 35% discount on my total bill, and my Samsung u740 is still a pretty neat toy. Also, last night I set up a secret email account on my iTouch so now it’s even more useful than it was two days ago. As long as I have wifi, I can do anything those iPhone nerds can do. Um, except place calls. Or take pictures. Or use GPS, or sync with my Outlook calendar, or ..

Shit, I need an iPhone.

Speaking of phones, Ed’s been complaining for the last month that he is sick to death of my ring tones. I’ve been using the intro to Can’t Stop by the Chili Peppers as my text message notification for a couple of years, and as I get a lot of text messages, it plays often. Loudly. Nonstop. He pretty much demanded I change it, so I did (to Shut Up and Let Me Go by The Ting Tings) – but while I was at it, I changed his profile ring tone to Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley.

He called me this morning while I was at work, and effectively Rickrolled my entire office.

Awesome.

The Xtreme Accountant has already complained that the song is now stuck in his head.

Unintentional mission accomplished!

still waiting for that cupcake

Like a bolt from the blue, my SqueePC seems to have emerged from the FedEx void – according to the internet, it’s sitting in Richmond awaiting delivery. This is good. I would like my tiny laptop back please.

I was looking at funky cool laptop sleeves yesterday, but all my machines are a) too old, b) too small, c) too small, and d) too big for the selection I found. It’s not really a big deal, but they were fun and I am all about the fun if it comes in neoprene form.

The last of my bridesmaids has given birth – Christy had a daughter sometime in the last week. That’s three for three, all with daughters with cool names – River, Murrin, and Hazel. I am still content with my position of Captain of Team No Babies, but I am happy for my baby-crazed friends. Way to procreate, girls! You rock that placenta!

Is it a bad thing when a video game makes you want to eat ramen?

unable to locate your ass

ASUS shipped my repaired SqueePC out to me last Tuesday, except the shipped it to my billing address instead of the Lab like I had requested. I called FedEx ASAP to have it straightened out, and they said they’d see what they could do.

Apparently, what they could do is LOSE THE PACKAGE. I just got a call from a stern sounding man at FedEx saying a) we can’t redirect your package because it has a “direct signature required” flag on it (meaning I have no idea when or how I’ll be able to get it, since the FedEx depot is by the airport, I work from 9-5, and I live on the North Shore) and b) we don’t actually know where your package is, because it scanned into the depot on Tuesday and hasn’t been seen since.

HOORAY!

Fuck.

I want my SqueePC back!!!!! :(

click continue to breathe

So hey, meet Banjo.

I had priced out a bunch of machines at several different vendors, but everything was insanely expensive. It looked like I was going to have to go through Dell and use their evil financing program to get a halfway decent laptop, but the relatively debt-free rebel in me refused to pay $80 a month for four years for something that would be obsolete within 2.

Then I went to Future Shop to pick up a video game. Out of sheer curiosity, I went over to look at the laptop selection. Hey, these are pretty neat. Hey, these have the same specs as what I’ve been eyeballing online. Hey, these laptops are $500-900 less than what I priced out ..

I went home and did a bunch of research, and then went back out and bought the laptop linked above. His name is Banjo. I spent most of last night removing HP bloatware and trying to get Vista to look and behave as much like XP as possible. If I ever find XP drivers, I’m wiping it and starting fresh. In fact, the whole setup process was completely alien to me – I *never* use a machine right out of the box; I always wipe the HD completely and install something that doesn’t suck. Okay, I guess I didn’t do that with my MacBook, but you get the picture. Formatting things is awesome.

It’ll take me a couple days to have everything setup properly (both the machine and my desk), but I rather like Banjo’s shiny newness already. Plus: fingerprint scanner. All my secrets, safe at last (until someone cuts off my right index finger to use the scanner and get at my unmentionables)!

It’s good that I drove into the office today only to have the torrential rains dry up an hour later. It’s also good that the bank machine made scary noises and spit out a message saying “this transaction cannot be completed; please try again later” yet on the statement, it had already taken the money from my account. It’s super duper good that the assholes across the street are busy creating another abused yard dog, and that no one in a 3-block radius got any sleep last night because the poor thing was howling and barking all night long, so much so that the cops had to be called and yet animal control will not do anything because they’re on reserve land and therefore have a free pass to abuse animals and/or the law.

Yes. Good.