My supervisor, Violet, is one of those people who will forward every little virus/government regulation scare she gets in the e-mail. Today, she forwarded this to all her employees:
Congress will be voting in less than two weeks. CNN stated that the Government would, in two weeks time, decide to allow or not allow a charge to your phone bill equal to a Long Distance call EACH time you access the Internet.
The address is http://www.house.gov/writerep/
If you choose, visit the address above and fill out the necessary form!If EACH one of us, forwards this message on to others in a hurry, we may be able to prevent this injustice from happening!
PLEASE PASS THIS ON!!!
Steps to respond to this:
1. Use the http://www.house.gov/writerep/ link
2. type in your state and zip
3. Your congress rep's name will come up, click on it
4. State that you received the following notification:
Congress will be voting in less than two weeks. CNN stated that the Government would, in two weeks time, decide to allow or not allow a charge to your phone bill equal to a Long Distance call EACH time you access the Internet.
5. tell them your opinion
6. give your name, address
7. send it.Pass this on!!
You’re smart people, so I don’t have to tell you just how logic-defying that is. In fact, it’s designed just so a bunch of representatives can get a lot of harassing e-mail......the bill does not exist. You want proof? Here’s proof from CNN’s web site: Internet Rumor
So I sent her a little e-mail telling her that her well-intentioned forward had been a waste of time. I love being the only one in my office who keeps up-to-date on these things.
Friday, Katie, Dirk and I went to see “Rushmore”. I was more impressed with it than I expected to be. It wasn’t as humorous as touted, but much more poignant. The overall effect was hilarious, though. There was a lot of traffic at GMU, because the Patriot Center is there, and we got to the movie just as it was starting. Afterwards, we dropped Dirk off at work, and Katie and I went out to get something to eat.
I owe Katie a few recipes involving rice, since it’s cheap and versatile. Eating it plain is only for half-Asian perverts like me, and I have a recipe book with all the different dishes you can make with the stuff. We were discussing ways to save money once we move out...it’s easier than our parents would have us believe. A 25 lb bag of rice only costs about fifteen dollars or so, and it can last three people 2-3 months. And that’s three people who eat it just about every night.
I was rudely awoken at the godforsaken hour of 8:30 Saturday morning, to get my car inspected so we could get the new license plate tags. It failed the emissions inspection with flying colors, fountaining antifreeze from my overheated radiator. Apparently, the fan that cools the radiator doesn’t work. Hasn’t worked for a while, in all actuality. I told my parents the car was overheating last summer whenever I ran the air conditioner. My mother’s advice was to refrain from using the A/C.
That wasn’t the only problem, though. The rear brake cylinders were leaking brake fluid. The guy at the inspections station said that the seals could go at any time, and I’d lose all of my brake fluid at once. So, we got a failed inspection sticker, and instructions to tell DMV that there were problems so they’d give us a 30-day extension on the tags.
So another hour was wasted at the DMV. When I got home, Doshu called, telling us he couldn’t make it to practice. His father, who has cancer, had undergone another round of chemotherapy, and Doshu didn’t want to leave him home alone while he was still so weak. I reassured him that I fully understood (I hope he wasn’t expecting me to be heartless about this), and wished both him and his father well.
I went over to Dirk’s house, picked him and Aaron up, and went to practice. I honestly don’t like the band that uses the space after us. They’ve got a really bad attitude, and the bad habit of coming in early. I’m going to e-mail Richard about it.
We didn’t go anywhere Saturday night, because Dirk’s parents were safely ensconced in Tennessee, and we had the house to ourselves.
Sunday morning, I made these interesting pastries filled with vegetable curry. You know, the one I gave you guys the recipe for a few months ago? I need to make a compendium of this stuff. Anyway, you take the curry, make sure the potato bits are really small and non-pointy, and get about two packages of those crescent rolls that come in a tube. Pillsbury or the generic equivalent. Then, you section each tube of dough into four cylindrical pieces, pound (or whatever you do to make dough flat. I don’t have the patience or skill with those rollers) each one flat into a circle of crescent roll dough, spoon a generous amount of the vegetable curry in it, then close the dough around the curry so it doesn’t leak.
Dirk was ecstatic with the results. He says I don’t have enough faith in my culinary skills, because I think of these great things that would never even have occurred to him, and they seem to come out great 95% of the time.
I really like cooking. I love curry. I’m going to buy the stuff in bulk when I move out.
Sunday night, we went out with Jason, to TGI Friday’s. It was funny, but we saw Jason A–‘s brother working there. I’d wondered what happened to him after the Italian Oven closed. We didn’t say anything to him, mainly due to lack of interest.