Archive for September, 2008

Break In at Dragon Con

I promised live posting and I wasn’t able to.  No free wifi.  😦  I refused to pay.  But on the way to work this morning, I remembered that I didn’t post about the almost theft my buddies and I were victims of.

I booked my room at the H*lton here in town, as it was one of the host hotels.  I also couldn’t get a room in any of the others.  In fact, as of this writing, all the hotels are booked for next year already.

Anyway, we left out of the room at about 10:45p Friday night.  We went walking around the con areas and did some people watching.  Lots of fun, lots of folks to look, and lots of costumes.  After a little bit, we decided to go back to the room.  It was about 12:20a.  The room that I was given was the last room at the end of a long hall, right by the exit stairs.  When we turned the corner to walk down hall, I noticed that there was a security guard in front of our room.  I looked at my friends and said something about it to them.  While I was turned away to tell them to take notice, they saw him write something down. 

We passed him in the hallway and exchanged pleasantries, but nothing else was said.  I had already lost my key to the room by this time, so my friend T whipped out her key and went to open the door, but it was already open.  WTF??

We cautiously entered the room and it appeared that everything was the way we had left it, nothing had been taken.  Now, when we left the room, we made sure to close the door all the way.  The strange thing about the door being open was that it was propped open with the privacy deadbolt.  I called security and reported the door being open and would they please send someone to take a report.  The night security manager and a guard showed up pretty quickly and I gave my statement.  I told them about the door being propped open with the security deadbolt and that now, it did not work at all.  I asked the manager if any key is able to deploy the deadbolt like it was and he stated that it would not work that way with guest keys.  You had to have a special key to deploy the deadbolt in that fashion.  He told me that they would gladly move us to another room since it was CREEPY that we had been violated in that way (been there done that with a home break in), and that they would do a lock interrogation on the room and see who had entered the room.  I also asked another security guard at another hotel about the privacy deadbolt issue and he told me that same thing.  A regular guest room key would not be able to deploy the deadbolt to prop open the door.

In all, the reporting and response from the security at the hotel was excellent.  They gave me copies of all incident reports and names of all the people that I dealt with.  The night shift manager called the next evening to inform me that no one other than guests accessed our room.  I find that hard to believe.  Even after they verified for me that the guest room key could not deploy the deadbolt. 

I have written a letter to the corporation detailing my experience.  I don’t expect any compensation, I am just glad that none of our cameras, laptops and other stuff got taken.  I will say this though, never will I stay at the H*lton ever again.


Palin’s Foreign Policy


I live in the suburbs of Atlanta.  I have heard lately that we are paying more here than other areas when it comes to the gas pump.  I have not checked this information, just that I have heard it from several different people.  That I don’t know.  Okay, I eavesdropped on a woman at the deli counter.  She said that her family in the FLA panhandle are paying less that we pay. 

Being the procrastinator that I am, I have put off getting gas for my mower for several weeks.   My grass is consuming the yard.  My dogs are having trouble running through it it is so tall.  Yesterday afternoon I told the boy that he had to go and cut the yard.  While he cut, I went to the gas station to fill up the gas can.   At the fifth station I tried, the line was so long that I decided to drive a little further down the road and see if Wally World had any gas.  I was hoping against hope that they would be able to fill me up.  There was a price on the sign.  Good, good.  As I turned into the station, I noticed that all teh pumps had plastic bags over them.  I stopped to ask a gentleman about the gas situation at this station.  He told me that the clerk had told everyone that there was a truck on the way, and she thought it should be there in the next two hours, or maybe even shorter.  I thought about it for a few minutes and decided that I would wait with the masses.  I was actually lucky.  I parked my car at the only available pump. 

So we waited.  Me and all the other folk.  I went to get a drink.  The clerk asked me if I was waiting in line for gas.  I told her that I was waiting, but I was at a pump.  She then told me that the information about our gas truck had changed.  That it was coming from Alabama and she had no idea when it would be here and she was just trying to let people know.  On the way back to my car, I shared the information with a gentleman, who got a little upset.   Then he looked over to the traffic coming up the drive and he said “There’s the truck”.  Sure enough, there was everyone’s favorite truck in the whole state.  The clerk chick was getting muy stressed and trying to manage the lines of cars.  People were coming in every available entrance, creating a huge clusterfark.  But I was at a pump, so I could have cared. 

So, it only took me 5 stations and 2 hours before I found gas.  Not only did I fill up the car, I got a gas can full for my mower.  Yay! 

Hope everyone is faring better than us folk here in the South when it comes to gasoline!

You don’t have a boring personality

Last Thursday night, say around 8 in the evening, I noticed that my throat was kind of sore when I swallowed.  I chalked it up to allergies and really thought nothing more about it. 

Friday I got up and began the morning ritual.  I also noticed that my throat not only still hurt, but it felt worse than it had before.  So, I took a gander into the back of my throat.  What I saw back there scared me!  There was something definitely growing and it was not a friendly life form.  Also, my tonsil (only one was affected at the time) was HUGE!  Well, maybe not huge, but defintiely abnormally large.  I went to work anyway, because other than the sore throat, I felt pretty good.  Even had made plans with my honey for that evening. 

Work ended and I left for the weekend.  I did call teh doctor before leaving and discovered that the office is open on Saturdays, no appointment, walk in only.  They opened at 9, so I figured if I got there when they opened I wouldn’t have to wait forever.  Well, the organism growing got the best of me and I was feeling relatively puny by the time I met my man.  And it was only 6pm.  😦  We did a whole bunch of nothing and pretending that he was concerned, he sent me on my unmerry way.  This was after he looked at teh alien in the back of my throat.   I went home and collapsed.  By then I had started to feel quite bad. 

Saturday morning I still was gross and my throat was so inflamed and swollen it was torture.  I made it to the doctor’s office right as they opened.  There were only a few people in front of me, and once they started calling patients in, I didn’t have to sit and wait long. 

The triage nurse called my name and the first thing we did was weigh.  Gross, I know.  But hey, I have lost 9 lbs. since July!  That was exciting news.  So, the nurse and I were chatting about WW and other weight loss systems while she got my vitals.  She looked in my throat and I told her what my honey had asked me that morning – “Did the alien in your throat hatch?”.  She really thought that was too funny, which I guess it was mildly amusing.  From her triage room she took me to the exam room and proceeded with more questions and  a strep test.  (I passed, btw).  So, in our conversation I said something funny again, which prompted the question “What do you do for a living? ”  To which I replied “IT”. 

“Wow, you don’t have a boring personality at all”.




Yarrrrr, today be talk like a pirate day.   What are your plunderin’ plans?

Vision anyone?

Due to my con crud 2 weeks ago, I missed out on several days of work.  One of the days I had actually made it into the office in order to infect them all with my crud because I felt bad about missing work.  I ended up leaving early that day.  Well, I wear glasses and since it was sunny out and the light burns us, I took off my glasses and put them in my pants pocket.  They must have fallen out, because they are totally lost, nowhere to be found.

Luckily, I can see pretty well without the glasses, but after 2 days of not finding them, I called the eye doctor.  I needed them to give me a copy of my prescription so I could replace the glasses.

When I called and asked the receptionist for the prescription and could I send someone to pick it up, she started giving me grief about the age of the ‘script.  Apparently I had not been to the eye doctor sine 2006.  September 13, 2006 to be exact.  Even though it was old, I asked for it anyway.  I didn’t realize it was that aged.

After thinking about it a few days, I decided to not get the script filled and I would go ahead and go see the doctor.  That was yesterday.  No dilation, had to work.  So, the tech checked me out, measured my eyes, etc.  All the stuff that is done for a visit.  The tech told me there was some change to my eyes, but not much.  But change. 

 2 years ago when I went to see him he told me that the next visit I made to the office, we would be looking at putting me in bifocals.  “This will be your last visit for just distance”. 

So, then the doctor comes in and checks me, everything looks good, no problems.   The doctor starts to write the ‘script and says “This will be your last visit for just distance.  Next year we will get you in bifocals”.  I looked at him and reminded him that that was what he had said last year.  He told me to remind him next year.

I decided to get my glasses there.  After trying on frames for about 10 minutes, I picked a cute pair of Donna Karan.   I sat down with the eye center employee and she was talking about the discount with insurance, blah, blah, blah  I asked her about my prescription.  I then looked at the prescription that the doctor had given me and the paper that the woman had pulled from last year’s purchase.  My eyes have not changed much in two years.  It was the exact same prescription.

Fun with Politics

So, after the band booster meeting last night, I was speaking with my friend K in the parking lot before we went  on our respective ways.  She and her husband are staunch Republicans.  They tell me I am their favorite Democrat. 

Our conversation turned to the election, as it seems to always do.  We discussed the media and how the McCain/Palin camp is keeping her from being interviewed and all the hooha surrounding that.  Then as we were parting, I made some comment about how we were not going to have a Republican White House and that Barack would be the president. 

K then proposed a wager.  Whoever’s candidate wins the election, that person buys the other party beer.  I am so in and will gladly buy their beer and wine.   Fun with politics!

Con Crud

So I started a post about Dragon Con and then was hit hard with con crud. Con crud equates to some form of illness (mine is usually cold like) as a result of very little sleep. I think I got 10 hours total last weekend, starting with Thursday.

I will post this week, put up my pictures and link to other sites that have photos as well.

Have a great what’s left of the weekend!


No free internet at the hotels stopped me from blogging during the con.  😦  I am tyring to recoup some sleep and I feel some crud coming.  I am very tired (10 hours sleep Thursday – Sunday), and will start a recap this evening.  I looked at my pictures today and they are not that great, although some are pretty good. 

So, more to come this evening.  Have a great afternoon!