Category Archives: Ranting

It always happens…

So it always happens that I start a blog and I post regularly for a while, and then I get distracted. I suppose this is the way of life for some of us. So maybe I shouldn’t feel bad. 🙂 I’m not trying to monetize so it’s not like I’m losing anything, really, by not posting five times a day.

Today, my main concern is this: My work web environment is poised to change. Into what, I don’t know. No one is really talking about it. I have a year before anyone gets too serious. Moving my work to a database driven site would be stellar. What I worry is that my corporate IT structure is going to just hand me down a solution without considering that my type of work isn’t the same as corporate communications. I’m not the queen of CMS technology by any stretch, but I am afraid that we are going to be handed an unworkable solution. 🙁

We’ll see. I’ve got time to freak out.

Networks Don’t Want Girls Watching Superheroes


Justice League

One of my most favorite cartoons about superheroes. Like, ever. I’m the girl who loves superheroes. I’mma be honest, I don’t get hot over comics, though I have been known to get into comics _because_ I love what I’ve seen on TV (i.e. The Walking Dead). That said, I was pissed about what I read here.

DINI: “That’s the thing, you know I hate being Mr. Sour Grapes here, but I’ll just lay it on the line: that’s the thing that got us cancelled on Tower Prep, honest-to-God was, like, ‘we need boys, but we need girls right there, right one step behind the boys’—this is the network talking—’one step behind the boys, not as smart as the boys, not as interesting as the boys, but right there.’ And then we began writing stories that got into the two girls’ back stories, and they were really interesting. And suddenly we had families and girls watching, and girls really became a big part of our audience, in sort of like they picked up that Harry Potter type of serialized way, which is what The Batman and [indistinct]’s really gonna kill. But, the Cartoon Network was saying, ‘F***, no, we want the boys’ action, it’s boys’ action, this goofy boy humor we’ve gotta get that in there. And we can’t—’ and I’d say, but look at the numbers, we’ve got parents watching, with the families, and then when you break it down—’Yeah, but the—so many—we’ve got too many girls. We need more boys.'”

As a girl who walks around with $1000+ of tech gear, I’m a nerd. I’m a freaking nerd if ever there was a nerd. I buy board games, tshirts, lunch boxes, everything that has stuff to do with my heroes (Doctor Who, anyone?). I’m a girl who doesn’t direct my girls in how they should behave _because_ they are girls. My youngest has been through the “I want to be Spiderman” and “I want to be Batman” stages, and we’ve indulged her as a family in all of those nerdisms. Lego Marvel and Minecraft are her current obsessions. That and… My Little Pony. 🙂

Apparently we’re not good enough.


Foamy… Help Desk… Experience

So… I can’t log into my company’s benefits website. It’s kinda tricky because my husband works for the same company and he’s the one who holds the insurance.

Me: I can’t log into the benefits website. I’ve always logged in as an employee. It won’t let me in now. Not as an employee, not as a spouse of an employee. It won’t let me register either, because it says I’ve already registered.


Tech Support: Do you mean the benefits website or this other website?


Me: I mean the benefits website.


Tech Support: You have an account. Are you trying to log in as a spouse?

Me: I’ve tried to log in in all the ways. I’m an employee and I’m a spouse of an employee. I’ve tried them all.


Tech Support: Can you show us screenshots.


Me: This is what happens when I try to log in as an employee. This is what happens when I try to log in as a spouse. This is what happens when I try to recover my username. This is what happens when I try to recover my password.


Tech Support: Have you tried to recover your password?


Me: This is what happens when I try to recover my password, after I’ve tried to recover my username.


Tech Support: Have you tried to recover your username?


Me: Yes.


Tech Support: Have you tried to register as a spouse?

This is where I spell out exactly what I said in the first email… again… And I’m not happy. I’m so not happy. I manage a website with thousands of customers around the world. I manage a website and I support it. I support it and I expect the people who support sites I pay for with my hard earned money (i.e. my insurance premiums) to have half a fucking clue. Is that really SO MUCH to ask?

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Google: how are you available 24/7 and not available at the same time. Last I checked you were not in a box with poison gas.

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Social Media Morons


Tearing families apart quicker than liquor

So… I’m all about debate. I am sure some of you have no idea about my past. For roughly six years I managed a board for a guy in California that was geared toward debate of the religious, political, philosophical. He was a conservative christian, I was an atheist anarchist. We were worlds apart, but we got along very well in terms of running the place.

To this end, I encourage people to challenge my ideas. I want to be challenged. I want to have the best, most defensible, most logical conclusions based on the evidence and other assumptions I make about the world around me.

So then what am I so worked up about? Someone I don’t know, who doesn’t post on any of my posts, who I don’t have in my own circles, randomly posting a single word, meant only to be offensive. Not to engage. Not to challenge. To puff out his chest and feel superior. Well, buddy, go feel superior somewhere else. I won’t be trolled by you more than once.

What else ticks me off about social media? Family. Fucking family. Seriously. Social media is certainly a place to say what’s on your mind. But when I challenge the things that are on your mind, totally respectfully and honestly, and your only response is to chew my shit and tell me if I don’t like what you have to say I don’t have to read it… to act with zero respect, zero decorum, and expect me to just smile and be sweet the next time you’re at a family gathering with me? No. Fuck you. If you can’t behave reasonably on FACEBOOK of all places, I have no room for you in my REAL LIFE either.

And there’s my two cents.