Fucktards!

Unilever spams, incidentally. I signed up for a Ben & Jerry's newsletter, and then I got other crap in my inbox today. I only figured out the connection when I went to the website to opt out (I ordinarily don't go to the website of spammers, but the "Suave Newsletter" thing passed my legitimacy tests) and found ChunkMail on the list of potential subscriptions. I told them that whether or not it was legally spam, it was still morally spam, and I'm going to contact Ben & Jerry's very much with the irate.

[Update: Some ChunkMail subscribers got other newsletters in error. A tasty coupon is to be posted to me. Well-handled. Hooray!]

Gossip & such

Went shopping after work, for pizza for dinner to console me after work. Ran into digitalambience, who's working two jobs, this one much less than the other. His daughter's nine months old, and smart and a fair cry to be a holy terror already. I told him cautionary tales of Fuzzy's daughter scaling baby gates and swimming in ill-gotten candies.

digitalambience's obnoxious baby brother is married. His wife is a harpy. Semi-kidding, I asked how pregnant the bride was. Very, evidently. It was a Justice of the Peace cheat-marriage. There's currently no betting pool (that Adam knows of) to see how long Mike and this harpy last together. The baby's a couple months old.

digitalambience looks happy, and has lost that manic edge that scared me. He's for looking for a house in the next few months; if that falls through, he may well come back to this apartment complex; the Maintenance Witch Manager has invited him to return. (He and some rather scary roommates were evicted a few years back, under the old management.) As much as I wish him success and hope he gets a house, it would be nifty to have him as a neighbor. And the old apartment is empty now. Heh.

I shall have to tell Darkside that I seem to be on good terms with digitalambience again, and count up the exes again and do the figuring. Of them all -- I think the only one who's a fair bid to be utterly irreconcilable is BJ, and that on garnetdagger's safety regulations.

Useful notes

Mundane co-workers are resistant to being earwormed with geek songs.

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A funny bit @ work: someone asks me for hours. I am saying sure & grabbing spreadsheet when I look up & see it's the inbounder.

[The person sitting to take inbound phone calls on a number of our workplace's 1-800 numbers is not a typical resident of the bullpen.]

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Only the supervisors running jobs ask me for hours. Clearly shocking gum super put him up to it. We all had a good laugh.