Archive for 2000

Forgive Me The Old-Fashioned Romanticist's Tone Of This


15 Dec

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Moon Over Deveraux

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Dear Skip and Char...

The struggle is clear. Measuring the number and identity of words can hardly suffice to adequately communicate our growing appreciation in learning the ever maddening geometries of kindness. Your spirited grace and warming hospitality as hosts are of course no surprise, but you must be made aware of the keen lift your holiday gathering inspired in our lives. The absolute highlight of my year, trumpets Gabriel. Certain timely conversations carried among beautiful barely named strangers can mask no appeal to clichéd rhythms and roles. Please accept our vigilant thanks. Your energies healed the lame, for it cannot be ignored that the week prior and week following your event, this dancing behemoth was forced to bed with an ailing back of pinched nerves and no man's land.

Charmed. The cold dark Deveraux night lamped in splendid triumph weathering on the misty heels of Paris. It is written. We will cherish and never diminish December 9, 2000, nor unlearn
the spirit Bafalis. Forgive the old-fashioned romantic's tone of this note, but Char, you should have a birthday more often...

Best wishes to both of you plus Josh,

Gabriel Thy

Rosemary Put Us Into IMF Flick After Watching Me Pump Gas


03 Oct

Stage Door Company

Stage Door Company

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To: stagedoorco@chesapeake.net
Date: Tue Oct 3, 2000 2:20:45 PM

Domain Name: STAGEDOORCO
Administrative Contact:
Rosemary Rizzetto
Lusby, MD 20657
410-326-xxxx

Hi Rose—apologies for taking so long to get back to you. My kitchen construction woes continue to defy any hint of honesty & integrity on the part of Joel Truitt Builders, Inc. After even more promises from him yesterday, things still sit where they were a week ago, no show after no show.

But let's talk about your online presence. Above are three agencies (plus the one you mentioned) I found which resemble what I believe you are seeking. The IAM site by far is the most comprehensive and expensive design.

Go to my commercial site and click on the WEB DESIGN & HOSTING link. From there you will find my pricing schedule. Your site should be simple enough to construct, but with seventy models, that presumes a lot of coding, even if most of the original graphics work for the banner logo and navigational links were replicated sitewide. And any fancy programming code such as search capabilities and shopping cart features must adhere to the OS of the server itself. I work solely from a Macintosh prospective. I did check out your domain name registration: everything seems kosher there. There is nothing at your site, but of course you knew that already. Since I am unfamiliar with the add-on protocols at your current host, there would be a slight learning curve. But frankly, I prefer to design and host sites from my own Macintosh servers, and can offer certain add-ons not available in the short list of your present host company features.

But with all this kitchen construction malfeasance in my life right now, I am focused in trying to hurdle bureaucratic red tape so that I can fire the contractor and thus reorganize. So it is perhaps not even a good idea that I take on your job at this point. Meanwhile...

At minimum, I cannot build you a fully functional site for less than $1000 (while I usually quote between $2K-4K or $100 per page for a better looking basic site; time and skills), even if I were to throw in a year of free hosting, which I would. However, if you just want something simple to get you started so that you actually have something people can see right now, a preliminary homepage with company logo and contact info, I can do that for you for a lot less once I have access to a server.

Hopefully, you have already retrieved your webspace USER ID and PASSWORD info from the young girl you originally slated for the job. Also: if you do decide to move to my servers, you or she would need to transfer the domain name over from Internet Planners to Graphic Solutions Ink Systems via Network Solutions (the domain name registration company). I would provide my own domain name server addresses to you for that transfer. It's actually a rather complicated & convoluted dance designed to keep fraud and theft of domain names down to a minimum, but I've done it several times for troubled clients just like yourself.

If you are still interested, please feel free to contact me so that we can further discuss any particulars about the site or the film. Thanks for discovering me at the gas pump. Can't get any more cinematically authentic than that....

Best regards,

Gabriel Thy

Entrenched, Quite Popular Writer Of Style


05 Sep

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America Online

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Tue Sep 05 10:43:57 2000

Apologies if this is the second time you are getting this, but I noticed a slight difference in email addresses, so I thought I'd shoot directly to my pal Alex who helped me with an earlier issue. Let me begin with a big hearty thanks! I've enjoyed becoming one of your Local Experts, but unfortunately I have three problems with my listings:

I have tried several times to upload my picture located in a folder on my hard drive, but still there is none at my published online profile. Am I doing something wrong, or is this just a case of my impatience? Does the picture need to already be online, and therefore have an active URL attached to it? My Digital City or hometown is not listed on my profile. There is no entry space on my profile interface to boast a "hometown" while my Digital City entry in the profile is not published in the public listings area.

There is one review clustered with mine, that is not authored by me. That would be the review titled: This is Italian? (Olive Garden) However, the writer did capture my sentiments for this chain, almost word for word were I to write one, so I am not particularly upset by the intrusion of a foreign reviewer in my own cluster, but I thought it only polite to point this out since the reviewer may be missing the review from her cluster.

Yesterday I was an entrenched, quite popular writer of style in the Washington DC Top 10 with a featured review on the front page (now THAT rocked!), and today I am poof! gone! Seems like some of the other reviewers' numbers have been retrofitted as well, so I presume there is a system-wide problem that's taking quite some time to fix.

I have really enjoyed this program. Hope I didn't get the boot for some odd reason I couldn't possibly fathom. I even got a tee shirt. Hope that shirt wasn't a buyout because I want my texts back.

Anyway, this is just a friendly alert. Trust things will get smoothed out over the course of the day.

Gabriel


heya, sorry i didn't get the shirt out before the holiday. assuming from the
line above your wife is a local expert too....so i included an extra t-shirt
for her..if she's not, she can join 😛 I also included an extra one hoping
you'd encourage/bribe a friend to sign up as well.

thanks
alex
local experts

Still Have Money In My Pocket


25 Aug

City Miracles

City Miracles

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Date: Thu, 24 Aug 2000 10:36:16
From: Margaret Nix

Dear Ricky and Sue—yesterday, after several more infuriating telephone conversations with the Irving Park post office, I found out how to get there on the bus and rode over and picked up the money order myself. The redeeming factor to that was, they cashed the money order right there in the post office, so I was able to go get my more professional looking clothes (rather than my school rags) out of the cleaners and once I leave school today, I will get my hair cut, redeem my ring, and still have money in the pocket for another trip out to the Youth Detention Center to be fingerprinted. Once that is done, my next step is the school orientation for new practicums students (interships)on 9/5.

The trip to St. Charles was an exhausting adventure. I got up at 3:30 AM, caught a 4:30 AM bus to the downtown Union Station, walked a few blocks over to another train station, caught the train to Geneva (1 hr.10 min.) and caught another bus, which according to the locals in Geneva would take me to St. Charles. That bus went to Aurora—a two hour side trip for me—and back to Geneva. Once there I caught the bus to St. Charles, the last stop on the line was 3/4 mile from where I needed to be, on a busy highway. I called the detention center, my professor sent a car for me and got another car to get me back to Geneva when our interview was over. The distance is not too far to walk, but the busy highway, especially in the winter is just too much—so, there is a man who rides the train into Geneva and leaves his car parked there to drive over to the detention center, and, once I am working there, arrangements will be made for me to ride that distance back and forth with him. Next Tuesday, I plan to take a cab from Geneva.

I will doing two groups with a doctorate student and I will be given my own caseload of inmates to do therapy with one-on-one, supervised of course. I can see that the biggest challenge in all of this is going to be the trip.

Thank you very much for the money. I appreciate it tremendously.

Hope you are feeling better, Ricky—please keep me posted.

Love, M

Chicago, The Frenchman, And The Missing Teeth Generation


10 Aug

I Love Livin' In The City

I Love Livin' In The City

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Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2000 08:29:00
From: Margaret Nix

So nice to get such a long email from you. I know it is a relief to have the purchase of your place taken care of, and so, onward with the contractors. It would be nice if you do come, anytime. I am not sure when Fall quarter starts, but I am still attending one class in this quarter and am working on one more final exam and two research papers, to be finished by 8/21st. I am very tired, but feel good about all that I have gotten accomplished.

Ed was here last week. We walked along the lakefront from my house to downtown Chicago (miles). Both of us enjoyed it, but we really got too much sun on our faces and necks. And Ed's bald head was pretty blistered. We should have worn hats. Did I tell you I apparently threw my upper teeth out in the trash or something? Went to bed early one night with them in my mouth, got up and did something with them in the night, and have not been able to find them.

I have given one presentation at school without my teeth, and if I got through that without a panic attack, I can do anything I decided. I will, of course,have to get new teeth just as soon as I can figure out the money. I hate going around without my teeth! Remind myself of Evey. All my classmates have been really nice about it —they insist they can't tell the difference, but I know they are lying.

Something has happened to my modem—so I am off line at home again. What a nuisance! It is never a problem to use a computer here at school, however. Since you have gotten yourself up and running again, I will go ahead and mail my manuscript to you. I will go with whatever you suggest for charging.

Time to go for now.

Love, M

Date: Wed, 9 Aug 2000 20:23:14

Mother, now that we finally boast broadband connectivity again with my servers back inhouse, and as of Monday afternoon, are official owners of this tiny but quaint space in the North Van Ness neighborhood of Washington. Next comes the tug and tussle of working with the General Contractor in getting our new kitchen and main bookcases in place. We had to shave back on our desires to finance the whole enchilada. The appraiser beat us up again (if you recall we lost $9,000 off a signed contract on the front end of this relocation maneuver due to an appraiser's opinion), this time shaving $8,000 off the top end of what he thought should be lent us in securing an adequate build-out. I telephoned this latter appraiser, a man named Gill Rogers, to discuss the situation, and gave up in disgust after I found him to be talking out both sides his mouth.

Not until the kitchen is refurbished and all my books and papers are snuggly in place, out of storage and into a sensible order, will I truly know we have arrived, but I feel like we are halfway there now. Of course the General Contractor is out of town until mid-August on his own vacation, so the long drip drip drip continues.
I spare you the wretched details, but Sue went back to the seller (who we never met, not even at settlement, an eye doctor, too important for such mundane gestures I presume) and threatened to back out of the deal unless he softened up his asking price somewhat. Turns out we were ambushed by a special assessment of which a final payment will be due once the cleaning and pointing of the exterior brickwork is completed in late September (a two year project which has cost each unit in the building somewhere in the $10-11,000 range already) in a final adjustment made to the initial contract. Our obligation to this final payment as present owners of the unit could fall between one and three thousand dollars, so after telling Sue late one night that he would not budge off the original price and contract, the good doctor called early the next morning to say he would pay $3K of our closing costs, so I am certainly glad we stood up for ourselves, but it was not a fun exercise.

The seller had refused to return Sue's phone calls made desperately over the final two weeks before the scheduled closing and we seemed to have no recourse save being swindled or refusing to sign the mortgage and simply stay on as renters until that lease expired. That would have been an uncomfortable situation, but when it seems that everybody else in the equation is squeezing blood from a rock and that rock is you, it does get a little painful to just sit back and take all the pomposity of others at face value.

Everybody else in this transaction is an experienced professional, even the doctor who owns many other properties, and the fact that he had some pal of his (living in this building right above us, but long gone to Paris for a six week vacation) act as his agent, illegally I believe, since this Frenchman has no license to practice real estate (but made certain oral promises) made communication problematic and made us feel like victims in a smoke and mirrors parlor trick. I gave you some details the last time I wrote and there are many more, but let's just say we're glad this leg of the race home is behind us. Not until the kitchen is refurbished and all my books and papers are snuggly in place, out of storage and into a sensible order, will I truly know we have arrived, but I feel like we are halfway there now. Of course the General Contractor is out of town until mid-August on his own vacation, so the long drip drip drip continues.

In fact just this week some quite youthful-sounding telemarketer gal was grilling me from Chicago about the weather while she waited for her supervisor to come finish up the call, and I mentioned you and your situation. Of course she wished that she had had your energy and determination to have finished up her own schooling...
I'm going to an Ears, Nose and Throat doctor as soon as I can choose one and schedule an appointment. I think I have been hosting an infection in my left ear for two solid years now. What I call an infection never seems to get any better or any worse but in addition to the tinitus which is incurable (said the specialist who treated me August two years ago), I feel like something organic lives in that ear, and while I occasionally suffer sharp pains in both ears especially when I lean over, that clogged-up feeling in the left side of my head certainly seems like it can be treated and eradicated.

I have tried calling you several times in the past few weeks, but you've always been out. Feel free to call here collect sometime. We're signed up to a five cents per minute anytime, anywhere in the continental states plan, so if you have a window of opportunity, call from a pay phone collect (on a cell phone YOU pay either way, whether you initiate the call or receive it). I then can get your number, and call you right back at the lower rate. This was how my friend Sue Mioduser used to ring me years ago, although in reverse. She wanted to use her dime, but she just wanted to make sure I was home, and not some roommate or whatever. You get the picture.

Anywaze, continued grace in your studies. I am quite proud of you and still mention that my mother is powering up the scholastic track to the stars any time I get the chance. In fact just this week some quite youthful-sounding telemarketer gal was grilling me from Chicago about the weather while she waited for her supervisor to come finish up the call, and I mentioned you and your situation. Of course she wished that she had had your energy and determination to have finished up her own schooling...

Until I get my ears checked, I hardly have the ambition to fly to Chicago much less Paris, but I plan on both trips, so wish me luck at the doctor's office. . .

That's about it, so I'll close for now.

Love,

Gabriel

Flash In The Pan Fells Pointers United For Marti Party


01 Aug

Fell Pointer

Fells Pointer

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Date: Tue Aug 1, 2000 3:25:03 PM

Hey sweetie—just finished the Marti Party site. Check it out! Await your approval before I roll out the pink carpet to Hank and Marti and whomever else THEY decide to dragnet. Perhaps I can say, ok, here's the site, will be up for a week, get your pictures now before I change the password. The stage is set.

Sue quickly sweeps through the site. "These are the ones that said "file not found" 5, 13, 33, 57, 64. Then there was the annoying thing of the picture number disappearing after it had been clicked. Do the girls know their tits will be exposed? Don't want to get into a big mess over a few pictures. Although there are more of me exposed than anyone else. A week sounds fine."

"I'll check the FNF instances, but the disappearing numbers trick was intentional. Once clicked, the visited link changes to white, the same color as the background. The links are still there, still clickable, but the color change as usual, indicates a previously visited link. I just wanted to mess with people I guess by making each picture a one thing opportunity, except to those clever enough to figure out what was going on." I respond.

To the casual power user, the Internet is always changing, so much so, one is almost reluctant to link outside one's one site, as within a few months those links will no longer exist. And observers of the NSA have recently begun to admit that of all the terrabytes stored in that huge array of computers, the sheer volume of information sabotages the intent, and besides, privacy activists are now trying to pull the electricity on that place, as I write this postscript in December, 2013.
"What girls? Did I miss a cat's eye or two? Twice by Marti, once solo and once with you, a couple of you and Anne Marie, a handful more of you alone, but to my knowledge no others gave a phreak show. And I figure that those rare moments of candor in their peachy keens are the ones they, and probably the Hankster as well most want to see, though I'd hazard a guess they might deny this under certain unsportsmanlike circumstances, hmmm, so I'm going to leave the level of discretion up to them.

"Those five "file not found" numbers you mention resulted because the automatic camera sequence numerals (filenames) don't exist because of a bad exposure, a goofy floor shot or some other unsalvageable snafu that caused me to dump them straight into the trash upon first viewing them, and in my haste to get this page done, I sped through the layout process without trying to figure out which ones were missing. Thanks for the ID because I might just go back in there now that I know which ones could use a picture, and swap out with some others I have slumming around the hard drive we've taken, no 'Mardi Gras' shots mind you, just a few pics to fill in the gaps. I feel this is tame royalty. Can't seem to make it down to New Orleans for their annual bash, or Key West for their winsome street festival, then we just make our own little 'Marti' Gras here among the Fells Point aristocracy...

"Okay Fells Pointers, those are the ground rules. Getcha glossy goo while you can, nothing lasts forever, especially on the Internet!"

Editor's Note: My last statement while appearing false at first glance, with all this news of NSA harvesting, is still very true. To the casual power user, the Internet is always changing, so much so, one is almost reluctant to link outside one's one site, as within a few months those links will no longer exist. And observers of the NSA have recently begun to admit that of all the terrabytes stored in that huge array of computers, the sheer volume of information sabotages the intent, and besides, privacy activists are now trying to pull the electricity on that place, as I write this postscript in December, 2013.

One week later. Marti pops in "Ha! Fabulous reply! Thanks ever so much!  And I have every intention of crawling up with Hank as soon as he'll let me....(ahem..Hank?) Thanks again, Gabe, for putting that together. Interesting stuff. Here's what I have surmised after reviewing:

1.  $600 was WAY too much for that party.
2.  I should have partied with you guys...seems like you had more fun.
3.  Ann Marie is a FOX!!!!!!
4.  What I lack in mammories, I make up for in areola.
5.  What I lack in teeth, I make up for in areola.
6.  All that and I still didn't get laid.
7.  Site should be called:  "HANK'S ADVENTURES AT MARTI'S PARTY"
8.  Damn, Ann Marie is a FOX!
9.  Hank has a gorgeous smile.
10. Sue's boob is bigger than mine...but my areola is bigger than hers!
11. Was anyone else at the party besides Hank, Gabe, Sue, Susanne, Ann Marie, me and Aaron?

Anyway, thanks again. Fun to go through the photos! I'm in the process of saving them to disk.

"Thanks. Glad to have been there. Well, the irony with pictures is that while most people enjoy a snazzy snapshot of a stranger in various stages of human activity, not every stranger likes to have their face, gathering organs and organettes, goo hair goo, spiked or spackled eyelids, claw city fingernails, plastic pearly haloes,dirty love tracks and other dangerous liasons photographed by strangers, particular by a big ugly goon like myself, simon says please stand still while I snap snap snap away your soul while bagging the gist of your surfside secrets, snap snap snap into nowhere fast, invasion of privacy yadda yadda, so unless sanctioned I tend to stick to people I know, particularly in a public bar. Bar attitude can turn to scar certainty really quick where rogue cameras are concerned, particularly here in the DC scene, which of course sucks for somebody like me who likes to photograph interesting people in general
in staged affairs and gonzo—so I will respond in kind:

1. Yeah. We spent some $600 on a party back in the late Eighties, and felt like something had gone terribly wrong the morning after.
2. I thought you WERE with us, for the most part, weren't you?
3. Ann Marie IS a FOX!!!!!!!
4. On a tight tiny frame like your, your tits are titanic, and yes, large dark areolas are worth every precious inch of canvas they spot.
5. What I lack in teeth, I make up in girth and intelligence. My areolas aren't much, but the trumpeting elephant bursting out of my chest in tattoo and tonsil is witness and standard bearer to that same girth and intelligence.
6. Imagine that. I was under the impression that you were crawling up with Hank that night. He of course issued that impression, but then, after getting his car towed away earlier that day, Hank wasn't much of a happy camper given the fact that Hank is pretty much always a happy camper.
7. Enough said.
8. Damn, Ann Marie is a CHINCHILLA!
9. I've noticed that it sort of creeps up on him, starting in one side of his mouth to spread from sea to shining sea.
10. I'm not quite sure this is correct, but comparisons always depend on the angle and lighting of the measurement. And there is always the plaster mold test.
11. Uh, I dunno. Who ate all your food? Somebody did. I took a few bites, but we had JUST eaten before arriving there at the Eye that day. Who were those elderly ladies goosing against the wall? Wasn't some dog there with a chick named Mary? Was that really her name? Oh, what a blur. And of course there was Bruce the Bashful. Oh what a blur."

GT

Her Thick Accent And Airy Manner


01 Aug

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Thanks Yahushua For Processing Our Transfer

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Date: Tue Aug 1, 2000 11:34:07 AM

Just got the promised return call, wow, she really DID call as promised (an African immigrant I'd guess by the sound of her thick accent and airy manner), and she was quite polite and to the point in assuring me that ADT would take care to credit our account for both June and July, thus terminating the service, finally. The Rader-Rhodenbaughs have, according to Lucy, no doubt an Americanization, already switched the service into their name and numbers, so all is as it should be in Mudville today...

Phone has been ringing off the hook this morning. Next fling was Sears, free $1,000,000 accidental coverage for sixty days, and $9.95 a month afterwards, billed to the freshie fresh Sears card (All-State affiliation perhaps?). Well most of these offerings are for thirty days, and they don't have the advantage of a Sears reputation, like why would I buy life insurance from Amoco Gasoline Company or Montgomery Wards? Well, the package will come in the mail, and we may cancel at any time. If we are to become boat bimbos (or extreme health nuts, accidents do happen, especially to grotesquely out of shape enthusiasts) it's probably best we at least consider insuring our molecular masses to the max. Did it just because I could; easier than no. A quick call can cancel once we analyze their package.

Anywaze. Now what else was I supposed to do? This morning I've again been researching power controls for the servers to rebound from crashes and automating the restart process so I don't have to remember to do that every seven or so days and Richard's old counter can become that catalyst for change he wishes he could be, but anyhow, back to the grind. There is that Always & Forever bio change and that web site for Hank, and that thingie for Kubhlai and...

That Corner Pink House Is Now Famous On So Many Levels


19 Jul

That Pink House

That Pink House

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Date: Wed Jul 19, 2000 9:58:31 AM

Great sweetie! Glad you talked to Lillie. I was worried that she might think we had blown her off, as much of the world tends to say but not do what appeals to the ear at the moment, but I really want her to come for dinner sometime. I hope you re-enforced that thought with her. I appreciate my own special flavor of optimism when she cranks me up with feelings of invincibility, far beyond normal positive thinking levels. Of course the flipside is when reality crashes and often I crash really really hard. Right now I snort & lust with all the energy I know how to muster, so to care enough about expanding into a world matrix that co-operates more cohesively than the one here among the rocks and broken glass, papered up and down these dangerous streets that just don't get any cleaner or safer, tick tock, year after year.

But after 13 years here, in the five post-canine years since we began the Dollhouse phase, we've come to outgrow or feel we've earned a better place in the sun than Eighteenth Street, I'm sorry. The buyers seem to be scrappy naturals just right to fight the good fight here, and they love the house even though it's in something of a creepy drug-dealer neighborhood. For me and my baby, it's time to change the channels, praying for a new post, a new assignment.
We need to get out of this townhouse, trim back on certain chores and activities like gardening and general home maintenance and improvement, leaving all that to others now so I can more aggressively plow into business interests. We were fortunate to sell at an impressive gossip-generating price for this area. That corner pink house is now famous on so many levels.*

But the settlement in my opinion is indeed a fair rather than an excessive shake of the tree. Others already have and will continue to take notice. It's just this slum needs a sustainable makeover in a bad way, and it doesn't look like it's going to transpire soon enough for me to enjoy it. This corner should be a great place in America to live someday. The young buyers had looked everywhere, and were stunned at what was on the general market at this price point, mostly shells in neighborhoods not a whole lot different and perhaps even more treacherous than this one. Our house is very attractive. That hasn't always been the case. The Nickeldog years were atrocities. But after 13 years here, in the five post-canine years since we began the Dollhouse phase, we've come to outgrow or feel we've earned a better place in the sun than Eighteenth Street, I'm sorry. The buyers seem to be scrappy naturals just right to fight the good fight here, and they love the house even though it's in something of a creepy drug-dealer neighborhood. For me and my baby, it's time to change the channels, praying for a new post, a new assignment.

Not Much Anyone Can Do With Arrogance Like Gabriel's


15 Jul

arrogance

An Arrogance Like Gabriel's

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Date: Sat, 15 Jul 2000 08:49:33 -0400

Sue, I can never forgive you and Gabe for the way you have treated me and spoken to me, especially since when you were here time before last when I agreed to let mother give you $450 worth of Royal Doulton and a rare plate that was mine. "Blythe Morning" alone is worth $250 retail. That gift to you and Gabe more than paid the fee he waived. I don't think either of you have been at all nice. But there's not much anyone can do with arrogance like Gabriel's. Your mistake is defending it.

Richard Waller

Please Show Me The Courtesy


14 Jul

Clowns Of Society

Clowns Of Society

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Date: Fri Jul 14, 2000 11:41:28 AM America/New_York

Small service failures are everywhere, but with a bit of hopeful news and personal grit, Sue writes, "Gill Rogers called and will do the appraisal next Wednesday at 1 PM. His phone number is 703-866-xxxx."

"Thanks sweetie. Guess what? Twenty of twelve and not a peep out of Covad or Toad. What kind of pipehole service is this! And Richard Waller thinks he is such the suffering saint...I don't know what we have to do to get the good Doctor Gaveris to contact us, but what if he doesn't, and doesn't even show up for the closing? Meanwhile this emergency co-location with ToadNet due to our move while we wait for Covad and Bell to settle their differences to install at our new place, is technological hell. Why can't Toad simply restart my machine when a bit of thunder and lightning takes down their power service?"

Never one to miss out on a controversy of time and consideration, the always fluent Richard Waller adds more fire to the boil, "Please show me the courtesy of advising the removal date of my website. Thanks."

My turn. "Dear Sir. Whew! Finally broke down and spent another wad for a dial-up modem since Bell Atlantic and Covad continue to play keystone kinetics with my broadband order (since I no longer had a modem in the house, having giving the last one away to Tim a few months ago). So I come to you courtesy of an AOL connection established two nights ago, just in time for your latest scolding. But back to the business at hand. The site will be dismantled this afternoon with a single click of the button. Trust this satisfies you immensely, GT."

Unfortunately, I have yet to come across the email where he asks for any shutdown date, much less August 31. By inference, I just thought that he wanted it closed. And so I closed it.

Richard responds, "I specifically asked for August 31. Just another example of the difficulty of working with you. Just wrote a letter to Agency Chicago to take a look at it Monday. Will never fogive you for your behavior. Bye bye to you both."

"Gabriel has really bent over backwards (another cliché like shut up) for you because you are family. I really do wonder why when you apologize to us (remember those four or five nasty notes when it was your ISP's problem), it wipes the slate clean, but when Gabriel apologized to you (IN THE SAME NOTE), nothing happens...
A day later, Richard is back. "So you have really removed it before I was ready. I am disappointed in you as a person. I really do think you need help in relating to other people. When Pep or Tommy Hedrick was here Memorial Day, we talked about a possible website for his orchid business. Your name came up. I'll let him know about my bad experience with you."

Another day goes by. Richard again. Timestamp is Sun, 16 Jul 2000 15:55:55 -0400. "I really do like my website and would miss it terribly if it were gone. Please let me know your terms to keep it running for the rest of the year. We can decide before New Year's what to do next."

The next day Sue jumps in a bit late to tame the sharks. Date: 17 Jul 2000 12:47:15 -0400. "Richard, this will be just a short note to reply to you...I will tell you just what I think later when I am not plummeted with my duties here at my office.

"First of all, you should not jump to conclusions about anything that we are or not doing... You must think you are alone in the universe, that anything that happens is only to you or about you. I have told you that our servers are in Annapolis, MD and not immediately reachable to restart when there is a power outage. Gabriel has usually had to drive to Annapolis to take care of the servers. This is what happened on Friday—ALL of our websites where down, not just yours. If you have a question about whether it is just your site or all or ours, go to http://www.imote.com. If the iMote does not come up, then our servers are down, and to repeat, in Annapolis, MD and not immediately reachable! We drove to Annapolis on Saturday to restart our servers and then of course your site came back up.

"Gabriel has really bent over backwards (another cliché like shut up) for you because you are family. I really do wonder why when you apologize to us (remember those four or five nasty notes when it was your ISP's problem), it wipes the slate clean, but when Gabriel apologized to you (IN THE SAME NOTE), nothing happens...

"To quote my beloved, 'Arrogance and humility suck on the same straw.' Just sign me: The Unforgiven & Mistaken, Sue Hedrick," and Sue is outa there. Richard then pastes his plea to Gabriel to please reinstall his website because he is sure he will now miss it, in another note to Sue. A piece of work, this Richard Waller. While we are at it, although she did right by me, the quote is actually:

Ignorance and virture suck on the same straw.

Poor Richard's almanac ends here for now.

S A M P L E X

"Ignorance and virtue suck on the same straw. Souls grow on bones, but die beneath bankers' hours.""


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