The annoyance level I am at right now is reaching a maximum, really.

So, I am supposed to be working on this lady’s website that I was hired to “fix” (it’s WAY past broken, trust me - I’m sure the feds want to have a full lock-down and condemn the place), and anyways, let’s face it, I enjoy working on websites anyways in my free time (See here or here).

So about a week ago I try to log into my webspace via FTP (it’s kind of like accessing files over a network, only it’s over the Internet and it’s more secure). At any rate, I was HIGHLY upset when I found out that I couldn’t get into my web space.

I went through ALL of the diagnostics, and after running a port-checker, I found out that the free wireless network that I am getting at my apartment is BLOCKING all of the ports to FTP!

A deeper look into the ports that they were blocking included some of the programs that I use on a daily basis: VPN clients, AIM (WTF?), and IRC. Soooo I’m seriously considering forking over 30 bucks a month for my own, personal internet connection through our cable.

After I convulsed on the floor for a bit after finding out that my free-time hobby was GONE, I realized that I would actually have to find something else to do with my free time. Like…studying? And…using a thing-y that looks like a writing utensil and is used to create “homework” things…

Ack, whatever, I’ll just go back to staring out my window and wondering if my computer could survive a drop through it (I live on the third floor of my apartment complex)

Yeah…maybe…

You know what I’m talking about when I say ice pops, right? Those tube-things that come in about 30 different colors, and when you freeze them they are just flavored ice that you push up through the tube in order to give yourself an ice orgasm?

I’m going to let you in on a little secret: When I was a young-un (probably in 5th or 6th grade), I was eating one of these frozen treats of euphoria and standing in the backyard, and looking through the screen door into the garage, watching my dad play with some parts from his car. I figured he was ‘fixing’ his car, but I learned MUCH later that he was actually a Professional Car-Breaker. Degree and everything!

We had a flap in that screen door, and out comes our dog, Brandy! No, I didn’t name him. He was a beast of a dog who HATED people other than the family bloodline, and whenever someone who was not family-related was within 10 miles of the house, he proved he didn’t like them by barking all of the time.

So Brandy came out and looked up expectantly at me and my ice-pop of goodness. And, being the carefree child that I was, I bent down and fed him some, which he ate happily because it was a hot summer day, after all.

The next DAY (I’m not even kidding here), Brandy DIED. I think it was my dad who found him, in the garage, on his side, well, DEAD.

For the LONGEST time I thought I had killed him because of the ice-pop I fed him mere HOURS before he kicked the bucket. I never told ANY of my family my fears, but instead just stopped eating the ice-pops altogether.

About a week ago, Allison and I go shopping, and we found some of those ice-pops of euphoria on SALE - 2.50 for a whole slew of those things! So, I picked some up. And, they’ve been in my freezer ever since. Yesterday I picked one up, and, after making sure that the ghost of Brandy wasn’t biting me or something, I ate it.

Today…NOTHING HAPPENED.

Of course I didn’t feed the ice-pop to anyone, but I can’t say I had the strangest sensation to knock the ice pop out of Rochelle’s hands when she asked if she could have one and then in turn took a purple pop.

I’ve decided I’m making this into a Horror film.