The Weird Wired World

Just recently I jumped on the broadband wagon and happily sped away through the web for countless hours (seemed like years). Then after returning to the "Real World" (really, who makes up these rules?), I realized that I was tangled up in a sprawl of wires and blinking lights. With the addition of the new modem, I realized that my room has just become a jungle of technology. Plugs, snake-like wires mimicking a strange black octopus, blinking lights that would put the local beerhouses to shame, three game consoles, the tv, dvd player, the computer, speakers, a printer, an electric fan, the aircon, and the occasional charging iPod, and mobile phone. And did I mention the wires? Whoever thought the bleak future envisioned in classics such as Neuromancer, and the Matrix has finally arrived in my room (in my lifetime!). Just a few hours ago I spilled water on the floor, and I literally feared for my life. Death by electricution isn't exactly as enticing as it sounds, right Mr. Anderson?

Dead to the World and Annoying Telemarketers

I’ve been rather busy the past few weeks, thus I wasn’t able to update both this blog and the website’s journal page. Still working on the new track, and I’m still undecided on the title. I’ve been rather anxious the past few days mainly because of financial woes, but that should lift in a couple of days, then I can get my head down again and start doing something creative.

On a different topic, I’m quite annoyed with banks calling and offering me stuff that I don’t really care about. This is sort of telemarketing that really pisses me off! Sometimes they’re like machines with memorized sales talk, ranting about silly offers with their mouth going 110 mph. If your not careful, you might just end up agreeing to some lame deal that you don’t really understand and need. I know that these people get some sort of commission if they (excuse the term) “con” a client, and will pester you with endless offers, sounding convincing, and helpful (which they’re absolutely not). Excuse me for not studying “Advanced Annoying Marketing Ploys” but I got my credit cards because I don’t like bringing cash when I shop or dine, and I don’t really give a damn about anything else. If and when I do need these additional s**t, then I would be the one to call their office (and I expect really good service) and ask for it. Till then I will bicker back at them, or tell my secretary to tell them to f**k off. Now if I can only do the same with my mobile phone… hmmm.