About Stewie

Not much to say. I work, I watch movies, I write reviews and I love to go to a kick ass coffee shop every Saturday and Sunday.

The irony.

I still have a home phone. I know more and more people are dropping their home phones for their cellulars, but I love having the option having a throwaway number that I can access. I only use it when I fill out credit card applications/loans/contests, etc. Basically anything that will sell my phone number to the highest bidder will get my home phone. I check the messages only to see if I won a contest because no creditors are going to call me. 98% of my messages are spam/scams, 1% is my electric company telling me there’s a power cycle, and 1% is wrong numbers.

Thursday I checked my messages for the first time in weeks and was pleased to see there were only two. However, both were from the same person, and both were pretty aggressive in nature. It was a collection company/law firm threatening that they had tried to reach me “multiple times” and if I didn’t call back within 24 hours, legal action would be taken. Okay, scammers. Thank you for leaving your number. I always take delight in fucking with these shits when I’m having a bad day or week, or just a bad minute.

So I did my due diligence and looked up the company and found they were legit (but the…reviews I guess….stuff I read said this company — the name is slipping me right now — are big assholes).

One thing I thought was very odd is in neither message did they say my name, they only left a case number. Okay, seems legit.

So I called them on Friday.

“Hello, this is Rosenberg and Associates, how can I help you?”

“Yeah, you guys keep calling this number. Who are you looking for?”

“Okay, sir, what’s your name?”

“Here is my case number,” I gave them the case number.

“Okay, I’m going to need you to turn to page two on the document…”

“I don’t have a document. Just a case number,” I said.

“What’s your name?”

I gave him the case number. “What’s the name on the case?”

“Look, you called me, what’s your name?” He was getting annoyed. I was silently laughing.

“Yeah, I’m returning your call. You shouldn’t need my name. It should be on the case. I have the case number. What’s the name of who you were looking for?”

Seriously, there is no reason, none at all, why I would need to give him my name. Not only am I legally obligated to (I checked; it says right on the FCC website not to give out personal info – and fuck Ajit Pai regardless), but this still felt like a scam so I was taking glee in taking up this guy’s time.

He was already exasperated with me. “I don’t see why you have to be so combative. I’m just asking for your name. You called us. We’re a law firm.”

Yeah, no doubt a law firm in a strip mall, and fuck me for thinking of that after I hung up the phone.

“So you leave me a threatening message, then complain about me being combative when I won’t give you personal info? If the name of the person you are trying to reach isn’t on that case of the number I gave you, it’s either a scam amateur hour over there.”

“You’re being combative. I’m just asking for your na…”

“And I’m not going to give it. Stop fucking calling me. You don’t even know the name of the person you’re supposed to be calling.”

He finally blurted out a name of someone I knew.

“See? That wasn’t so hard. I don’t even know who the fuck that is.”

“You called us being all combative. You have a nice…”

“Oh fuck off, douche,” and I hung up before he could because that’s a victory and I don’t care.

Honestly, fuck bill collectors and their shit tactics. I haven’t had to deal with them in probably two decades, but I’ll be damned if I’ll give them any info of people I know.

I’m kind of hoping they call back. I really want to drop that strip mall line. And honestly, the irony of this asshole complaining that I’m being combative after they leave me shitty messages.

Unrelated video. Just dig the creepiness of this. I swear, these Outrun artists really put out great videos. And why is it that pictures of murdery newspaper headlines and older, dirty photos really creep me out? Like, the beginning of Law & Order (regular or SVU), those pictures they show, some of them are really creepy.


Parents don’t deserve special treatment.

At what point in society did parents start getting special treatment, like having a kid is something unheard of?

For example, parking spaces. First it started with a few slots towards the front for pregnant women, but now it’s turned into parents with little ones (a term which makes me want to puke every time I hear it for some reason). I mean, are you fucking kidding me with this? I can kinda see the pregnant woman thing. They might be having a hard time getting around, and my fat ass is just lazy, so I can use the exercise. But spots for parents with kids? Oh get the fuck out of here. Harris Teeter is a culprit that comes to mind. Hell, as much as I love that store, its parking lot is a smorgasbord of special needs parking. You have handicap (naturally, no issue here), some spots for vets (torn on this), and parents with kids. All told, I think there’s like 12 spots being eaten up. This is ridiculous.

But Harris Teeter’s parking spots isn’t what set this off. It’s what happened at the airport last week. I was heading to Denver for work and flying out on Southwest. I know the drill with Southwest. It’s a cattle call, and I’m cool with it. However, Southwest now allows you to pay extra up to 36 hours before your flight for a better place in line; something I always do because my fat ass wants an aisle or window. (For the record, I’ve always been like this, though. I just hate people sitting near me.)

Anyway, they boarded the As first. (How does one become an A? Fly a lot??), and I was B08, so I was feeling pretty good. But wait! Before they call the Bs, they call up the parents with kids six and under. Wait, what? Are you fucking kidding me here? I turn to see at least five fucking parents and their crotch goblins waiting to get on the plane. So let me get this straight, I paid extra to get a better seat and because someone does something THAT IS NOT EVEN THAT FUCKING SPECIAL, they get to pass me up for free. Just…just fuck that shit. I mean, military in uniform, that’s fine. Those folks can literally be dead over some bullshit in a day or two, so by all means, get that window seat.

You know, this would have bothered me anyway because it’s serious bullshit, but what really, truly bothered me is my sister heard one of the mothers tell her kid that she, “…is six today.” So she obviously lied, and told her daughter to lie. I mean, I don’t necessarily blame her for seating position and all, but it doesn’t mean I don’t hope that if she wants another kid she finds out she’s sterile. She’s being a cock with one child, I can’t even imagine how she’ll act with two.

I got an aisle seat anyway, but fuck you parents who think you deserve something extra for having unprotected sex. You aren’t special. You’re just entitled douches. I’ve honestly never seen anyone so fucking entitled then some of you parents out there, and I’m including millennials in this.

I will now park in the ‘parents with kids’ spot with absolutely no hesitation. You can fuck right off if you think I’m following that arbitrary rule any longer.

People think I hate kids. I don’t. It’s you asshole parents I can’t deal with.

This video has nothing to do with anything. I just can’t stop listening to this album. It’s terrific.

It ain’t got no gas in it.

There’s a funny scene in Slingblade when a guy asked him to figure out the issue of a broken lawnmower, and Carl (played by Billy Bob Thornton…whatever happened to him?), the idiot savant of lawn mowers, rather quickly deduces the problem:

That’s what happened to me.

For over a month now, my new truck had been doing something weird. Basically every now and then, when I turned off the engine — but before I took the key out of the ignition — the entire dashboard would just go black. Everything. This was usually preceded by my radio flaking out very briefly while I was driving. And on two instances, my lights dimming very briefly.

After the lights dimmed, I took it to the dealership. The SUV is under a year old and only has like 16K miles. Totally under warranty. They had it for a week, which meant I had to pay for a rental car for a week. Naturally, they couldn’t find anything wrong because that’s how it always goes. I picked my vehicle up on Friday.

On Saturday, I was driving around and stopped at a store. When I turned off the engine, sure enough, everything went dark. I wrote down a bunch of things for later troubleshooting at the dealer (time it happened, temperature, etc.). I went in the store, came out, started it up, and for giggles, killed the engine. It went dark again. But then a new thing was added to the party mix; it didn’t immediately start back up. After I got it started and since I was close to the dealer, I drove over to it, hoping I could duplicate the issue there.

Once I got to the dealer, I pulled in the garage and killed the engine…AND IT WENT DARK. YES! I could duplicate it at the dealership!! Not only that, it wouldn’t start back up!! I know I shouldn’t be excited about that, but I was. I could not only duplicate it, but it was bricked at the dealership. I literally couldn’t think of a better place for that to happen.

I spoke to the adviser (? I don’t know, the people that take the info) and she told me Jodie (the adviser who handled all my info before) wasn’t here, nor was the service tech who had been working on my car. However, someone said have Mike look at it because Mike is real good. He is. He’s awesome.

Mike came out and had me explain what I was experiencing. Then he got in the car and asked me if I had work. I couldn’t think of any. He said, are you sure? I said, “Yeah, the door was replaced, but that was months ago. It shouldn’t be that because this just started happening.” He asked me what door, I told him, he popped the hood, moved shit around, and in under a minute, my dash came to life.

“What did you do?”

He moved shit around again, the dash went dark, then came alive, then dark, then alive. “See this?” He was holding a cable. “This is your battery cable. I should not be able to pick it up like this. It’s barely on it. Whoever worked on your car last probably disconnected it but forgot to tighten it.”

Then I realized the dealership had replaced a part ABOUT A MONTH AGO. This was on them.

After he tightened it and cleared the check engine light, everything worked as it should. I know it’s fixed because something else that hasn’t been working in a month (the auto-kill-the-engine-when-stopped-to-save-gas feature) works again.

I’m not even mad. This shit happens. I work in IT and I’ve been there. I’ve worked hours on an issue, only for it to be something incredibly easy.

However, I’m on the hook for a $250 car rental fee, which is bothersome. I’m going to call the dealership and ask if they’ll at least meet me halfway, especially since I paid extra for an extended top-of-the-line warranty. I’m going to call them this week to hash that out, and if they don’t, I will take it up the ladder.

Unrelated video. This song always makes me laugh and is a great summer driving tune. I wonder what happened to OMC.


Suspended from Facebook again (or, why are Republicans such sensitive pussies?).

So today I got another three-day suspension from Facebook. This isn’t the first time (I just got one last week), but this is the first time I got one for posting something on my own wall. Which means one of the bitches on my friends’ list reported me. Naturally, I did a small cleansing, but I think now is the time to make a separate list for posting on my wall called “those pussy Republicans” so when I post something that they might find offensive, I can just tag it with “Everyone but those pussy Republicans” on who can see it.

I swear, for a group that “hates PC!” and uses the term “snowflake” like it’s going out of style, no group has told on me more than those bitches. I’ve been suspended for telling one that it was okay to go back to fucking his sister because he had things to do. Got three days for calling someone a cracker. I’ve got a week’s suspension for calling another trailer trash garbage.

The most recent one, the one I got today, was when I posted this link with the title “LOLOLOL. America. The world’s white trash since 2016.” I think it was the “white trash” that did it.

The irony of these bitchbabies claiming to be PC, but immediately tell on someone who makes fun of them is totally lost on them because they are retarded. TRY TO SUSPEND ME, BLOG!

Anywho, I really wish there was another social media site outside of Facebook. I’m not so much bothered by the suspension as I’m not surprised by it, but the arbitrary way they handle this shit is a joke. For example, the first thing I always do when I get suspended is go and report as many people as I can during my cooling off period. I do this for two reasons: 1., I’m petty as fuck. 2., Give Facebook something to do while I’m on holiday. Granted, I know most of it is automated, but I did find out a few things by reporting people and the subsequent response from Facebook:

  1. You can call black people animals. It does not go against their terms of service.
  2. You can literally post a picture of a cock going down someone’s throat. This does not go against their terms of service.
  3. You can call someone a retard. This does not go against their terms of service. (This one is kind of surprising, kind of not. On one hand, most people are retarded. On the other, it’s becoming more and more offensive to more and more people.)
  4. etc. etc.

My ‘white trash’ remark comes under hate speech. Look, white trash is white trash. It’s not hate speech, it’s a fact. However, I can dig that Facebook doesn’t like it. Their site and all; free speech doesn’t apply. However, it’s the arbitrary decisions that get me. One of my prior suspensions (the trailer trash one), was me calling a dude who literally referred to black folks as animals a trailer trash piece of shit. I got the suspension; his comment is still up. Makes sense.

Anyway, Facebook, like YouTube, is fucking garbage. I’m a realist though, I will continue to use both as long as there’s no other option. However, for the latter, I will torrent the absolute shit out of their original shows like Cobra Kai. Seriously, fuck you, YouTube. You have burned so many of my friends with both your inaction of pirated material on your site as well as your arbitrary deletion of videos. Plus the fact you don’t do shit about the rampant pedophilia on you site, I take absolute glee in pirating your shit. Again, fuck you.

What’s truly said is there are/were options for both, but people are set in their ways. Google+ was a fine replacement for Facebook. And I could actually see all the content posted from pages I followed. And Vimeo is a great replacement for YouTube. But hey, we’re lazy.

Speaking of the Karate Kid…

What is old is new again.

Well, I renewed the domain and host for another year on this site and every time I do this, I promise I’ve got to get better at posting. And I generally fail.

That said, I’m a LOT better than I was for years. I mean, I didn’t post for what? Well over a year? Now I’m doing about once a month. That’s an improvement, I say. I should go for twice a month. Double it up and really impress people.

Some things I definitely need to do, though, are:

  • Move my Metro Reading posts to a new page here. Since I went to a different server, I can’t have “two” blogs. That’s fine though. I can barely keep one.
  • Delete/clean up old pages.
  • Decide whether or not to link my reviews here. That’s a lot of work. So I probably won’t.

I know I always say I need to write more, and I do, but I really need to write more. I notice a significant change in my review writing when I’m frequently updating this blog. So I either need to update this more or do more reviews, but I think if I update this more, the “do more reviews” part will naturally follow. So there will be more of me out there, which is something everyone wants.

The video below has nothing to do with anything. I just love the band and their videos Kick. Ass.