Street Pants

My Halloween costume this year was a pair of Joseph A Bank slacks I found on the street.  Well, actually we saw the guy that dropped them as he got into a cab and took off.  We tried to yell at him but he peaced out.  So I checked them out and they looked like they might fit.  Fast forward fifteen minutes to trying the slacks on, fitting perfectly and doing a few karate kicks for good measure and boom, Halloween costume.

Ok, so I didn't wear them tonight but I did have a giraffe finger puppet in my pocket in case anyone asked where my costume was.  And I watched Reanimator too.  And ate too much candy.  Ugh.  Rabble-B

PS-Almost forgot, the moral of the story is don't automatically discount clothing just because it's on the street.  We also found a rad women's jacket the day before and it fit Christine perfectly too.  It's now being dry cleaned. 

Warning:  Just because a piece of clothing is on the street does not mean it's appropriate to pick it up and try it on.  You'll probably get lice or some shit.  I saw plenty of clothing on the street this week that looked like they had barf on them.  So yeah, be careful.

PPS-Despite how this story might sound, we did not move to Berkeley and become hobos.  Seriously, we have an apartment, with a roof, and furniture and lots of clothes we bought at stores too.

Come-On-Cast

So after my recent rant about Comcast a customer care rep. named ComcastMark commented on my post.  You can read the comment for yourself.  However, I'm confused.  I would love to talk to Comcast, seriously, and relate my difficult experience if it helps them improve their customer service.  But, how did Comcast customer service find my blog and why did they comment on it?  I'm thinking Mark could be a bogus scam.  I'm not sure what could be trying to get out of me (I'm unemployed currently anyway so it's not like I have a whole lot of money).

What I'm most perplexed about is that Comcast has my phone number already (and email).  Pretty sure it's attached to my name and account number.  Why did Mark ask me to contact him with my phone number if he already has access to it?  He can call me and have a conversation about my frustrating experience.  What's even weirder is ComcastMark has a blog, comcastmark.blogspot.com created in Feb. 2008.  It has one post from June 3rd, 2011 and the title is "test".  What is going on here?  Did Comcast customer care create a blogspot account to respond to people like me?  Or is there a legitimate purpose?  I don't know, it all seems a little foggy and and fishy to me, but then again, read my blog, I'm predisposed to skepticism.

Anyway, Mark, if you're continuing to read my blog, first of all, do so for entertainment value, it's more fun that way.  And second please clear up the situation for me and hopefully I can shed some light on why I still don't have an ADT security system.  Rabble-B

The Boom Boom Room?

Yesterday, while riding the BART, I saw a woman reading a play called, In the Boom Boom Room.  Really?  I don't know where the Boom Boom Room is and I certainly don't want to know what goes on in that room.  That on is not currently in my "to read" pile right now.  Rabble-B

Time is not on my side, no it's not

Only Comcast can turn what should be an easy ten minute call into an hour of me desperately searching for a pistol.  I hate you Comcast, I really, really do.

I wish God would dole out life credits added to the end of one's life for all the time wasted by worthless crap, like sitting on the phone while Comcast tries to get me to purchase an ADT security system.  Dude, I just want high-speed fucking internet, and you monopolize my city.  If I want a secruity system I promise I'll call ADT, not Comcast.

I'm pretty sure at thirty years old I'd already have enough life credits for wasted time out of my control, I'd become immortal.  Thanks Comcast, for continuing to suck the life out of me.  Rabble-B