Apparently I did something that upset the facebook gods.

They claim it was either:
* photos that attack a person or group (don't know of any)
* nudity (not really)
* drug use (nope)
* violence (they left my photo of me brandishing firearms untouched…)

Of course they won't tell me what they were, so how am I supposed to know what to avoid?

The only thing I can think of is that there were some photos of Becky breastfeeding the boy in the NICU.

Apparently kids eating is indecent now? What? Not like I was showing full on boobs or anything, I've seen more revealed people walking down the street.

to all door to door salesmen:
a bit of advice
if you're going to quote out my gutters
I've sold shit before. I sell shit now occasionally. I know the game.
If you're going to measure my gutters, bring a ladder and a ruler. Humor me.
Don't bring up the interest bearing payment options, and no detail on the quote.
Don't tell me the 20% is only good tonight, and look dejected when I say I'm going to compare quotes. You'll give me the 20% or I'll give your quote to someone else to re-do.
All of this after pursuing me relentlessly for weeks, when I said "I work weird hours but you're persistent and I like that, I'll carve out a bit of your time. I get out at 7:30 and i won't be home til at least 8."
don't send some old guys to sit in my driveway and then complain I came home at 8:10
I don't care if you work until 7:30, big fucking deal. If you want my business, you'll either measure the goddamn gutters and prepare a quote during the day, or you'll leave me alone.

I'm going to call that dude who bothered me about this and ream him over it. He was like "Oh there's so many options we couldn't just come out during the day and leave you with a quote". Yea, my one option. Gutters. Turns out, they're NOT that complicated or option filled. Surprising!

"Our pricing is a quote binding on us and good for a year". What did I get? A number on the back of a business card. Yea, that shit's binding for sure.

So 1st choice home improvement, fuck off and die. Thanks for wasting my goddamn time.

(looks like I'm not the only person who has met them before)

heads up for debian users running clamav

if you're running lenny or earlier, make sure you do an:

apt-get update


apt-get install clamav clamav-daemon clamav-freshclam

ClamAV broke every 0.94 version worldwide at about 3:30pm eastern by my count, deliberately to prevent use of the older daemon for no apparent reason from what I can tell. Thankfully it didn't break anyone that was paying money for the services they were getting that I run (work's stuff was properly maintained and updated, and of course my own stuff wasn't, shock horror)

Consider that your public service message for today.

Also Battle Creek smells like cereal all the time. If you spend hours there, you'll smell like it too, and taste it long after leaving. This sounds desirable when described here. It's not.

But they do have a bar that serves ostrich burgers. They're delicious. One less item on the "weird shit to do before I die" list.