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7:07 PM, Monday,
September 15th, 2008:
Carl
the Number God is a strange one. He, like
his brother Garis the November God,
doesn't have the luxury of striking
without warning. No he's kind of pressured
into performing mini-miracles simply
because of a looming double-round number.
It's not fair, but to both his and Garis'
credit - they always deliver. It's
uncanny.
However,
logical Adam has to admit that although
he's always had fun with The Journey Gods
(a colorful way to explain this
rollercoaster), they put undue pressure on
completely random things and he'd actually
rather not point out the double-round
numbers or the fact that things are
occuring in a certain calendar
month.
Carl
The
Number God
But what fun would
that be? Come on Adam - learn to jump a little. You're
way too cautious. HAHAHAHAHAHA.
So yes,
incredibly, with impeccable timing, a story has come
up out of the blue and it has great potential (as
everything does if you want it bad enough) and I will
simply report what is happening and pretend it's not
going to occur on Entry #800. To me it's just another
in a long line of leads that have been created from
this endless push to network out of my 9-5. A push
that caused an epic meltdown for yours truly on
Thursday.
So Facebook warns
you with a little pop-up that you're "approaching a
limit" if you add too many people in a short amount of
time. They can't tell you the metrics used to
determine this - only that you're close. So clearly,
when you get this warning - you stop. And I'm clearly
trying to get my story out to as many people as
possible so from time to time I'd add names until the
pop-up, then stop for a few days, then
continue.
This was the wrong
move.
Apparently that
pop-up is ALSO a metric? And simply getting that
pop-up a certain amount of times will flag you and on
Thursday, 9/11 of all days, I got a message that blew
my freaking mind. Basically: "Your account has been
disabled, there is no course of action. Goodbye".
Google "Facebook Account Disabled" and read the horror
stories. The reason it's so tragic? They don't just
block your access - it's full out, Eternal Facebook of
the Spotless Mind. Your ass is ERASED. It's as if you
never existed. All your comments within the site, even
with other people? Gone. Pictures? Gone. Status
updates? Gone. All the contacts? Gone.
It's that same
sick feeling I've gotten when losing a harddrive. You
start to lose your shit a little. I did a little
research and saw that there's very little course of
action here other than writing a desperate email to
various people at Facebook. So I did that to about 15
peeps and thankfully, 8 hours later, they said they
reviewed everything and I was given a reprieve.
However still with absolutely no explanation as to the
metrics that caused it or could keep it from happening
again. Wonderful.
What actually WAS
wonderful however (and finally, the freaking point
Kontras) was the message I was now able to read
through Facebook from a fellow political junkie I've
become friends with, who also happens to be a casting
director. She set-up a meeting for us with a manager
this week. Yes, in this town of talk, she actually
said she would try and help (something I honestly let
slip my mind as I've heard it literally hundreds of
times before) and actually has. The outcome is
completely inconsequential to me (not to Carl, I'm
sure) I'm just floored by the mere fact that she saw
the situation, saw she could help, and set something
up. God that seems so simple doesn't it? Well it's
rare out here and I couldn't be more appreciative.
Funny considering our bond was probably sealed out of
a shared frustration at the Palin rouse being
perpetrated on this country. Ha. It's been a daily
back and forth between us linking example after
bewildering example of how ridiculous this all is. In
fact even since the set-up of the meeting those
particulars just seem to get in the way of more
ranting about the latest Palin news. Good times.
Frightening Times. Make it Suntory Times.
:)
So we'll see. It
is unbelievably irresponsible of me to make this
moment bigger than it is after the years I've been
through, but you can't deny the timing. If somehow
this meeting really does become a crossroad? Carl has
delivered once again. LOL. At least I can still giggle
about the absurdity of it all...
...which I've done
a lot of this week as my cousin Jimmy and his friend
Matt were in town for the big (yeah, right) OSU/USC
game. They stayed with me for the week and it's
actually been kinda fun roomin' with guys as it's
something I've never really done. While living with a
woman, I've also had guy roomates, but never just all
testosterone in the house ('cept maybe a few weeks
with Moose back in '98). It's refreshing to be able to
watch football all day or play Rockband as loud as
possible while taking up the entire room. The football
thing was really funny because although I was never
MADE to turn off a game, there's this instinctual jump
for the "Food TV" channel after a game ends because
it's burned in my brain: "OK Adam, your program is
over, now let's watch what she wants." And
yesterday... it just kept on going. Like, there was
another game. And then... another game. I didn't know
what to do with myself. I actually had to get up and
go talk to a woman.
HAHAHA. Goddamn
that's funny to me. And completely true.
So
ipso-facto we're left with a video that
has little to do with the entry other than
it was fun to put together. I'll have you
know that I did indeed do the singing AND
the guitar on expert which triggers some
"multi-tasking G-spot" for me. HA. You can
see my eyes going crazy trying to follow
everything - and I pulled of 96% on the
guitar and 88% on the singing AND if you
notice was even singing a counter melody
during the guitar solo. I AM BEOWULF. LOL.
Jimmy also did expert on the drums and
alas Matt, could barely pull off bass on
Medium. But at least he made up for it by
ROCKING out so hard and really getting
into it. </sarcasm> Seriously, at
least people in a coma sometimes twitch.
Good GOD brother - WAKE UP. :)
