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Mar. 30th, 2011

Wait-what? Hawkeye

FILM: The Princess and the Frog (2009, Ron Clements & John Musker)


I didn't expect to like this movie and now I can say I hate it.  It made me cry.  It was wonderful.  Stupid Disney and your stupid, wonderful movies.  >>sniff<<  Seriously.  Needed-a-tissue-type cried.

I like the story and the emphasis on hard work but remembering to keep sight on what's really important.  I think the villain was pretty fantastic.  He was very much in the lines of Rasputin in Anastasia and Jafar in Aladdin.  Big grand plans to take power thwarted by their own greed.  The one thing missing was a good funny sidekick for the witch doctor.  Rasputin had Bartok and Jafar had Iago.  I guess Dr. Facilier had Lawrence, but Lawrence was really just pathetic and not particularly funny at all.  The protagonist's sidekicks were pretty awesome.  Raymond, the lightning bug, in particular.  I might be biased because he's the reason I cried.  Stupid movie.  Louis, the alligator, was pretty cute and Mama Odie reminds me of Minerva in Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, only much less of an enigma.  Overall a delightful movie.  Not Disney's best, but definitely worth keeping in my personal collection.

~Blue Skies~

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Quote of the Day:
I don't understand why we have to experiment with film. I think everything should be done on paper. A musician has to do it, a composer. He puts a lot of dots down and beautiful music comes out. And I think that students should be taught to visualize. That's the one thing missing in all this. The one thing that the student has got to do is to learn that there is a rectangle up there - a white rectangle in a theater - and it has to be filled.
~Alfred Hitchcock

Mar. 26th, 2011

No Belly Rub

FILM: Sharpe's Rifles (1993, Tom Clegg)


While not completely faithful to the book, (but, really, what movie is?) this movie was delightful.  I think Sean Bean was an excellent choice and does a fantastic job of portraying Richard Sharpe with his gruff, no-nonsense look that he can counteract with his dashing, confident air and smile.  It's a little difficult to reconcile this Sean Bean with the Sean Bean that played the skeevy Boromir in Fellowship of the Ring so, very impressed with his ability. 

Anyway, I didn't care for David Troughton as Arthur Wellesley (eventually the Duke of Wellington).  He was good, but there was a huge discord between his portrayal of Wellesley and the one I concocted in my imagination while reading the books.  Maybe I imagined a younger, friendlier face with a discordant harsh demeanor and Troughton has a harsh look with his harsh demeanor.  I am, however, looking forward to seeing him as The Doctor when we get to his portion of the series. 

Brian Cox confused me in his character choices.  I enjoyed it because his character was confusing in the books.  I was never completely confident where Hogan stood and constantly expected a wild twist with regard to his role in the narrative.  Daragh O'Malley was lovelier than I imagined Harper to be.  I was initially put off him because his appearance wasn't as grandiose as I imagined Harper, but when he gets snarky with the Frenchman "dressed like an undertaker" and he and Sharpe begin to understand each other, he was perfect and better than I imagined.  I am looking forward to the next installment in this series.
Pleased

FILM: One Night With the King (2006, Michael O. Sajbel)

I adore this movie.  It's amazing the stories that are in the Bible.  John Noble, who also appeared as Boromir's and Faramir's father in The Lord of the Rings, is only surpassed in his ability to portray wickedness and greed by James Callis's portrayal of vengeance.  It's difficult to feel anything toward these two characters except disgust and disdain.  Well, that's what I felt anyway.  So, bravo to them.  I enjoyed Tommy 'Tiny' Lister as the Royal Eunuch.  His character was created with so much depth and compassion beneath his harsh exterior.  Tiffany Dupont totally sold her role as Esther/Hadassah.  The inner turmoil was there.  The music was moving and the costuming, lovely. 

I liked the use of the flashback to her parents as she approached the king near the end and assumed she was going to die.  It reminded me of J.K. Rowling's use of that device in the last of the Harry Potter series as Harry approaches what he assumes to be certain death. 

I did not buy, however, John Noble's hair.  It looked wrong and was very off-putting.  If he wasn't so amazing at being a despicable character, I would have been completely lost in the horror of his hair.  I rule that a very bad decision.  It looks fake.  Could be a horror movie of it's own, really..."Invasion of the Bad Weave."  Someone pointed out that it might be his real hair...I think it still should have been dyed for aesthetics. 

Eh, if the only bad thing I can really say about a movie is that one of the characters had bad hair, I must have really liked it, huh?

~Blue Skies~

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Quote of the Day:
[When asked by a member of the press why, at his advanced age, it took so long for the British government to grant him the title of Knight] I think it's just a matter of carelessness.
~Alfred Hitchcock
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The Dude

FILM: 300 (2006, Zach Snyder)

Loved this movie.  Obviously not in tune with my brief study of Greek history, but I found out much later it was based on a graphic novel which was historical fiction, so I'm ok with it.  The lighting was weird.  Maybe because it was filmed for CGI alteration, but it was a bit odd to adjust to. 

I think the performance I enjoyed the most was that of David Wenham, the Spartan that Leonidas sends back to tell their story when the 300 are flanked by the traitorous hunchback and the immortals.  I'm probably biased because I like looking at him, but I think he is very adept at delivering a rousing speech.  Not everyone can do that well.  I appreciated the performance of Lena Heady as Leonidas's queen.  She exuded pride and strength. 

I'm curious in the mechanics of making Xerxes look so much taller, even when he puts his hands on Leonidas's shoulders, without looking extremely fake.  Rodrigo Santoro, who played Xerxes, is reported to be 6'1.5" and Gerard Butler (Leonidas) reportedly stands at 6'2".  You can see the difference in the color and quality when they're standing apart, but I'm curious about the hands.  They seemed in near-perfect proportion to Xerxes's size, but I couldn't make out the difference in picture between the hands and Leonidas or the hands and Xerxes. 

I enjoyed, thoroughly, the use of the apple to enhance Leonidas's nonchalance at killing wounded Persians and stacking the dead bodies.  I remember reading about James Kirk (Chris Pine) utilizing the same device to show nonchalance in Star Trek to good effect.  One thing that gets me is watching this movie and then watching One Night With The King.  Both feature Xerxes, but very, very differently.  Just an interesting dichotomy to create.



~Blue Skies~

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Quote of the Day:
On his history as a practical joker: I once gave a dinner party, oh many years ago, where all the food was blue.
~Alfred Hitchcock

Mar. 23rd, 2011

Pleased

FILM: The Gathering (2003, Brian Gilbert)

OK, so for some reason I decided to add a bunch of movies that would scare me to my Blockbuster queue...not such a good idea in retrospect, but I'm going with it.  First on the table was The Gathering.  I'm not an expert, but I liked it.  I saw some problems, but they seemed to be exacerbated by editing more than by the acting.  I read the reviews after I saw the movie and see where the reviewers are coming from. 

I like the premise of the movie and truly, truly appreciate the lack of gore.  It's not that I'm not up for a good gory movie every now and then, but I like when a movie can hold me in fearful suspense, expecting the gore, and then never resort to it.  Being the scaredy-cat I am, I really love when I can finish a movie that scared me or startled me and when it's over, I'm done...there's closure. 

I did check out a website that compared the cut version I saw with the original released in Germany.  Have to say, I think the sex scene was gratuitous and I'm content with that cut.  I was, however, not happy with a few of the cuts that would have explained the emotions and motivations in some of the scenes.  I would have liked to have known that Christina Ricci's character was vaguely aware of knowing Ioan Gruffudd's character and that they had formed a closer bond so that her jumping on the angry coaster in the police department would have made more sense.  With that context, she feels betrayed...without the context, I was left a bit confused thinking I'd missed something. 

Oh, you know there was a pretty terrifying death scene, but I pretty much forgot about it after the movie...possibly just my mind protecting me from scary things.  Anyway, overall, I liked it.

~Blue Skies~

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I wanted once to do a scene, for North By Northwest by the way, and I couldn't get it in there. I wanted it to be in Detroit, and two men walking along in front of an assembly line. And behind them you see the automobile being put together. It starts with a frame, and you just take the camera along, the two men are talking. And you know all those cars are eventually driven off the line, they load them with gas and everything. And one of the men goes forward, mind you you've seen a car from nothing, just a frame, opens the door and a dead body falls out.
~Alfred Hitchcock
The Dude

I'm back

Ok, so, yes, that was a long break.  I have good reason.  First, I was in Scotland for Christmas and New Year (Hogmanay) and when I returned, all my 'writing' powers were focused on my personal statement for law school.  That was probably the hardest piece of writing I've ever had to do and it was only two pages.  But, it was two pages about me.  Ugh.  Anyway.  The applications are submitted and the expected rejections have come in.  I'm not being hard on myself.  I am being realistic.  My GPA in undergrad was BAD.  So now I deal with the consequences.  As a result, I was really gung-ho about the idea of going anywhere for my first year and then attempting to transfer into The University of Texas as a transfer student.  I was until I got an email on March 23.  Well, I received it March 22, but accidentally deleted it.  I was accepted to one of my safe schools, but I was also offered a full tuition scholarship.  I think that has kind of sealed the deal.  The only drawback I can see is that it is in Florida.  Law school is only 3 years.  It's only 3 years.  Ok, so, now that I'm back, I have a 'feature' to add to my little blog.  I am going to incorporate my film/play log into my livejournal.  I have to keep a log of every movie or play I watch in order to encourage my study of a movie or performance beyond relaxed enjoyment.  I am going to ask that any of you who read this please, please, please tell me if I start to become a cynical movie critic (of course lacking the educational background for it).  I'm going to start by transferring the ones I've posted on facebook. 

~Blue Skies~

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Treat the Catholic Church as divine only and you will stumble over her scandals, her failures, and her shortcomings.  Treat her as human only and you will be silenced by her miracles, her sanctity, and her eternal resurrections.
~Mgr. Rober Hugh Benson
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Dec. 16th, 2010

Little Pink Sock

More Family Fun

So I thought about this anecdote the other day.  I realized that if I ever become famous or important in any way, I want all of the stories I can think of about me as a kid out and available because then there are fewer things with which I can be blindsided. 

When we were living in Germany while my dad was stationed there, we took frequent trips to other cities, some in Germany and some out of Germany.  Department of Defense schools also seem to be very encouraging of students taking trips.  Maybe it's not an institute-wide thing.  Maybe it was just the two teachers I had.  They made us give little presentations on where we went and what we did when we returned from little vacations.  I guess it made an impact, because talking in front of audiences has always been second nature.  Now don't read that and believe for one second that I don't get crazy-stage fright, because I do.  I've thrown up a few times before going out there.  I have just never been one to agonize over presentations and the like, well, until the five minutes before my turn (during which I become a mess).  Anyway, I'm completely off track. 

Ok, so my mom decided to drag my dad along and take all three of us girls to The Netherlands.  We all got packed up in my mom's Volvo 240 stationwagon.  My older sister at one window, my little sister in her car seat at the other window and me stuck in the middle.  My favorite part about road trips was stopping at the shop on the way out of town to get food.  We got brochen and liberkase for sandwiches.  They were uber-messy and we ended up with flaky bread crust flakes all over us.  Those sandwiches were amazing.  >>Sigh<<  Anyway, so we were in Northern Germany driving along the autobahn.  My mom is driving and my dad is "navigating".  "Navigating" means that he is supposed to be watching the map, but he's likely dozing fitfully as my mom keeps waking him up as he drifts enough to start snoring.  So my mom starts seeing signs that are triggering warning flags in her head even though she hasn't been driving in Germany long enough to be 100% sure of every sign.  So she asks my dad (after waking him up for the billionth time) where she should go.  I guess he figures out where we are, because he tells her that everything's fine and she should just stay on the autobahn.  Well, I'm pretty sure he fell asleep fairly quickly, because he looked really surprised when he realized there was a bunch of honking and my mom was driving through a city. 

Apparently the autobahn had ended in the middle of Essen, at the time a large industrial city with not-so-friendly drivers.  So my mom, with her months-old German language skills and my dad with his non-existent German language skills are trying to navigate this convoluted city.  My mom finally snapped at my dad to just leave her alone and she'd figure it out.  I don't know if it was because they made a concerted effort, but I don't remember my parents fighting much before I was six.  Well, I was six now and this was about to get ugly and I had no idea.  We get back to the autobahn after a terrorizing while in Essen with honking and swerving and yelling.  I think if that had been my only experience with driving when I had the opportunity to get my license, I would have run away in silent terror.  So we survived and my mom, while continuing to drive on the rediscovered autobahn, glared at my dad.  My dad, in a voice more innocent than it should have been, asked why she exited the autobahn in the first place.   It was as if he'd thrown the "LIVID" switch.  There was no crescendo.  She peaked immediately.

Mom: Give me the map.
Dad: Wha-Why- No.
Mom: Give me the map, Tony.

Dad hands it over.  Mom, while still driving, proceeds to find our location on the map and then ask my dad in the scary-sweet voice:

Mom: What does a dotted line mean, Mr. Boy Scout?
Dad: >>pause<<
Mom: (full volume again) IT MEANS THE ROAD IS PLANNED, TONY.

She then proceeded to hit my father with the map.  My dad grabbed the map from her.

Dad: DON'T HIT ME WITH THE MAP.

He then hit her with the map.

The backseat was utter silence.  My older sister stared out the window, occasionally rolling her eyes.  My little sister, at two years old, was fairly oblivious, possibly asleep.  I was wide-eyed and petrified watching this altercation.

When we got home from this trip, I returned to school and my first grade teacher, Mrs. Eisenminger, asked me to tell the class about my trip to The Netherlands.  Yeah, I have no idea how to spell her name.  I could barely spell my last name in first grade.  Giving first graders a teacher with a name like that is cruel.  But back to the story.  I apparently didn't want to tell anyone about my trip.  Then she took me aside and asked me what happened, like a concerned teacher, I told her in very, very hushed tones:

Me: My mom and dad almost got a divorce.

Yeah, I didn't know what a divorce was.  I knew it happened when your parents fought too much and the result was scary.  I had no idea what it was, but it was bad, like no one in the family was allowed to laugh or smile or eat chocolate if there was a divorce, and Christmas, well, Christmas was canceled or you only got socks and underwear.   Poor Mrs. Eisenminger was horribly concerned and told me I could just sit down and didn't have to tell the class anything.  When I was at home that night helping my older sister set the table for dinner, my mom got a phone call from my teacher. 

Teach: Mrs. V, how are you and the doctor?
Mom: We're doing well, and you?
Teach: Oh, I'm fine.  How was the trip?  Did everything go well?
Mom: (suspiciously) It was lovely.  Is everything ok?
Teach:  Well, Denise was a little upset at school today because she seems to think that you and the doctor are having marital problems.  She said you two almost got a divorce over your vacation.  
Mom: >>Laughs<<

The phone call concluded cordially, but rather than talk to me about fighting and adult relationships right away, my mom called her mom to tell her the story and then called my dad's mom.  So while I was stressing about losing chocolate and Christmas with toys FOREVER, my mom was laughing it up with my grandparents.  Looking back as a quasi-adult...I'd have done the same. What?!?  It was funny.

~Blue Skies~

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Quote of the Day:
[on North by Northwest  (1959)] Our original title, you know, was "The Man in Lincoln's Nose". Couldn't use it, though. They also wouldn't let us shoot people on Mount Rushmore. Can't deface a national monument. And it's a pity, too, because I had a wonderful shot in mind of Cary Grant hiding in Lincoln's nose and having a sneezing fit.
~Alfred Hitchcock

Dec. 8th, 2010

Inspecting the inside of my eyelids

Letter to Robert Pattinson (or to my brain)

Dear Mr. Pattinson,

First, let me thank you.  Last night was pleasant, and please, if you would like to be a guest in my dreams, you have an open invitation.  I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I did.  I would like to take the opportunity to apologize for a number of things and make a request.

First, I hope it wasn't too messy.  I tend to jump around in my dreams pretty frequently without bothering to tidy up between scenes, time periods, and realities and from one night to the next.  I'm, honestly, somewhat surprised at the lack of clutter apparent last night, but find what was present to be somewhat embarrassing.  I make a much better impression when I can anticipate entertaining.

Second, I apologize for, at one point, appearing in my bedroom attire.  While it was far from risque, it was definitely inappropriate for our level of acquaintance.  I hope my later appearance in, sequentially, a business suit, a whale costume, and an evening gown compensated for whatever impropriety was inherent in meeting you in my penguin pajamas and Kermit slippers.  I am thankful, however, that I do not sleep in rollers or a facial mask, but am somewhat disconcerted that my hair kept changing lengths during the course of our night together.  I would like to thank you for your professionalism and courtesy in refraining from remarking on my unconventional attire and my rebellious locks.

Third, I apologize for the abrupt changes of scenery beyond my appearance.  It was really enough to make those unaccustomed to being in my dreams motion sick at best and psychotic at worst.  The switch from a riverside meadow to a mountaintop valley was drastic enough, but lovely, but to further move into a crowded department store, a stuffy garage, a trampoline at noon in someone's backyard overrun with toys, and end in the gentle light of twilight in my bedroom was a bit unnerving, even for me.  I take this moment to congratulate you on maintaining your composure and your latest meal with apparent ease and confidence.  The twisting lights and changes in atmosphere would have shaken one of less stern constitution. 

Finally, a request.  Please, in future forays into my dreamworld, do not bring an entire acting class.  I'd really rather you did not bring an acting coach either.  I'd rather our association in my dreams be more fantasy-like and less professional and productive.  I prefer our conversation and focus to be on subjects of a more whimsical variety which personally interest us.  The scene we worked incessantly through setting and costume changes (for me) was exceedingly dull.  There are really only so many ways to portray a sales girl discussing the virtues of one pair of boxers over two others with a customer before it becomes repetitious. 

Again, it was lovely spending time with you last night and I do believe I benefited from working with you, regardless of my opinion of the material.  I hope that in future meetings we can discuss more pleasant topics and perhaps engage in more pleasant activities in much more slowly transitioning scenes.  For my part, I will make an effort to select one ensemble and remain in it for the duration of our visit.  Do take care and I hope to see you soon.

Sincerely,
Me

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Quote of the Day:
Up until I was 12 my sisters used to dress me up as a girl and introduce me as 'Claudia'! Twelve was a turning point as I moved to a mixed school and then I became cool and discovered hair gel.
~Robert Pattinson

Dec. 7th, 2010

Feeling Posh

My family is a bunch of Drama Queens

So, for those of you who don't know, last week I chopped my hair off.  14 inches.  WHACK!  No worries.  I will be growing it back out.  It was for a good cause.  Reason I bring this up:  I met Alan for dinner and his first remark that involved words was, "You're bald!"  I have mid-neck length hair...much closer to bald than when he dropped me off at work, but pretty far from bald, in my opinion.  Well, the next morning I kind of had my buyer's remorse moment when I sat at the edge of my bed and made a little whimper noise after fighting, half-awake, to get my newly-short hair out of my face with no success.  Alan asked me what was wrong and I, looking up at him pathetically, whined, "I don't have any hair!"  He laughed and gave me a hug and I realized that we fit very well into my family.  When Alan first came to visit, I was really concerned that my family would scare him, so this realization was kind of comforting...not comforting enough to overcome my buyer's remorse, but it helped. 

I know many people think their families are drama queens and I don't doubt it is true.  My family, well, they're their own unique brand of drama divas.  Allow me to illustrate with an example of each of them demonstrating their aptitude for the dramatic all within the course of 15 minutes.

One weekend we drove the 2 1/2 hours to visit my grandparents and stopped at the halfway point to get lunch at a fast food restaurant.  As we pulled up to pay, my mom, from the front passenger seat, turned and asked my sister and I to pass her purse to the front.  We searched the back of the car pretty extensively but didn't find it.  After 2 minutes or so of searching, my mom laughed and said she must have left it on the counter.  So my dad pulled out his wallet.  It was empty.  I mean empty.

Dad: Where are my credit cards?
Mom: Oh!  I pulled them out.
Dad: Why?
Mom: I got the new ones and was going to put them in.  Guess I never got to that part.
Dad: Wait!  Where's my driver's license?
Mom: Oh, I have no idea about that.  Amanda, do you have your bank card.

My little sister had confided to me on the outset of our trip to the grandparents' that she had forgotten her purse, so we got to share that with my parents. 

Me: I have a $20 and some change.  I'll pay.
Mom: You're going to have to drive, too.  You're the only one with a license.
Me: ...grumble...grumble...

Well, we, or I should say "I", drove us back that night and the next day my mother and I are looking at a book with wedding flowers for ideas.  We turn to a page that has ivory fabric draped over everything including from the ceiling and on the chairs and over the carpet and on the tables and swagged on the walls...it was pretty...um...overwhelming.  Well, my mother voiced her opinion differently:

Mom: >>gag<< Ugh!  That's so awful, it's nauseating.
Me: Mom, it's pretty bad, but that's a little dramatic.
Mom: No, that is nauseating.  Ugh.  >>turns page<<

Just then my dad comes in from the grocery store.  My little sister comes downstairs to help him unload the groceries and goes straight for the bag with the raw meat. 

Amanda: Wait!  Where are the fajitas?!?
Dad: We're having steak tonight. (my dad was going to barbecue)
Amanda: >>glare at dad<< Why do you hate me?!?  >>storms upstairs<<

My parents watch her go and kind of snicker.  Then my mom turns to a stack of papers.

Mom: Oh, Tony, here's your driver's license.  I think I took it out to write a check.
Dad: ...harumpf...Well, if you wouldn't rape my wallet!

That's when I stood up, with barely contained laughter, and said, "I need to call Alan.  That was too perfect."

Fairly certain this loses something in the retelling, but it still makes me laugh.
~Blue Skies~

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Quote of the Day:
[Walt Disney] has the best casting. If he doesn't like an actor he just tears him up.
~Alfred Hitchcock

Nov. 30th, 2010

Grr Arrg

Letter to Wells Fargo

Dear Wells Fargo,

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?! 

Ok, what's the deal?  I give you money and all I ask is that you hold it and let me know if something weird happens.  You don't even have to pay me interest or anything complex like that.  I call you before I leave the state so that when you see a charge from Oklahoma you don't freak.  Wouldn't it stand to reason, I'd let you know if I left the country?  So, no, I did not initiate a charge at a gas station in Austin at 2pm and then at 2:15pm initiate another charge at a gas station in Canada...on the same card.  What kind of sense does that make?  You have a heart attack and warn me when I use my card after not using it for like a week, but this flies under your radar? 

*foot stomp*

I jumped through your hoops and you were gracious enough to reverse the fraudulent charges, but warn me that if you have to issue another card, that I'll be charged.  Ok, Thieves, don't steal my identity again, because my bank can't afford the $.02 to issue me another card, so they're going to charge me $10.00.  That's not cool, so please leave my identity alone, kthxbai.  Yeah, I don't see that working.  But apparently it's my fault if someone gets my bank account number a second time in the life span of my bank account...which is probably getting shorter as this letter continues.  Grrr. 

Oh, so it's now been a week...charges are finally reversed, but what's this, you left the overdraft fee on my connected overdraft protection credit card.  Ok, maybe it was an oversight, so I called the number on the card.  Wait, you can't take care of it even though you can see the information on the fraud case, unless you hear from a banker?!?  You're the same stinking company!!!  Security purposes?  Ugh!  Yes, I hacked into your system risking big and scary jail time to put the fraud information in my case file so I could get my $12.50 back.  Risking fines of hundreds of thousands of dollars, outlandish legal fees, and jail time all for $12.50....makes perfect sense.  Ok, so why don't you call over to the checking bankers and get permission...you don't do that?!?  Why?  Would that cross the line into "Helpful" or would it be too streamlined?  Ok, fine, transfer me and give me the number.

OK, disconnected, expected that.  WTF!  Disconnected three times with that number.  I'll call customer service.  Yes, I need to talk to someone in fraud.  Yes, please transfer me.  Disconnected.  Call back.  Disconnected.   WTF!!!   I will foil your system.  I'll call your sales line.  No you may not transfer me.  No.  I said no!  Because the last five attempts have ended badly and if it happens again, I will destroy my phone and it belongs to my office so that might be bad.  Yes, I'll HOLD while you conference someone in. 

Hello.  Yes, this is the whole story for the 20-millionth time.  Yes, it's exactly as you see it written in my account notes.  Thank you so much for taking care of that.  What? You don't have to call the credit card people because you can take care of it right there?!?  Mother-f%&$#^%-pussbucket!!!!!  Thank you.  No, I don't need account protection.  No, I don't.  I know you protect my account if I become unemployed and wipe out the debt if I die (which happens anyway, but whatev).  No, seriously.  Yes, I know I don't know what life might have in store.  No, I still don't want it.  Fine, I'll listen to the girl's spiel.  Yes, transfer me.  !)#@%*!%&(()*$&$%*&^!!!! 

Miss, before you start,....Miss...Miss...I know, but Miss...>>sigh<<<...Yes, I know accidents can happen when we least expect them.  I could get a paper cut on the job and die of a staph infection...no, I'm not being rude, it totally happens...yes, ma'am, I'm listening, but I don't need this and I told the gentleman who transferred me anyway.  Hello?

So, I think we need to work on our communication.  You learn to communicate and listen and we'll get along much better.

Sincerely,
Me
THE CUSTOMER

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Quote of the Day:
Corporation: An ingenious device for obtaining individual profit without individual responsibility.
~Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary

~Blue Skies~

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