Yes, it took almost a month, but another picture from Halloween has surfaced. This one is from a group of us enjoying drinks at T Rugs, an establishment in the North End of Burlingtion.
Here are the lone few pictures from Halloween that Heather and I got taken of us. Our biggest problem -- both of us forgot our cameras!
I was Heather's Bee Keeper
Some people say that Mr. Boston's is the Nectar of the Gods
I was Heather's Bee Keeper
Some people say that Mr. Boston's is the Nectar of the Gods
A few days ago I wrote a letter to a representative in my area who was soliciting her vote door-to-door in an explicitly marked NO Solicitation, NO Distribution of Literature zone -- the place where I live.
You can find that letter here.
It wasn't long after I sent the email that I got a reply, which I wanted to post here for everyone in the world to read:
Although I have to respect the fact that she did seek permission to campaign in the way she was doing in our area, I also have to wonder why the residents were not informed? We do get a monthly newsletter from our association board. I feel that in the future these kinds of things should be communicated to the residents so not to cause any anger or confusion.
You can find that letter here.
It wasn't long after I sent the email that I got a reply, which I wanted to post here for everyone in the world to read:
Dear Mr. Mossey,
Thank you for your email. I regret that I have annoyed you with the door-to-door campaigning. No disrespect was intended. Campaigning locally and door to door has been a time-honored Vermont tradition which gives people, who might not otherwise, the opportunity to meet and talk with the people who represent them and who want to represent them and to ask questions and share their concerns. When the no soliciting sign first went up at Treetops, I asked board members if it applied to campaigning during the political season. They gave me permission to do so, in part I believe, because door to door campaigning has long been a tradition in Vermont, and partly because candidates aren't selling anything or asking people to buy or donate to anything. Of course, I now will be letting them know your concerns. I thank you for taking the time to share with me your reaction to the door to door campaigning. After the election, I would appreciate having the opportunity to meet and talk with you if you are willing.
Sincerely,
Ann
Although I have to respect the fact that she did seek permission to campaign in the way she was doing in our area, I also have to wonder why the residents were not informed? We do get a monthly newsletter from our association board. I feel that in the future these kinds of things should be communicated to the residents so not to cause any anger or confusion.
Dear Ms Pugh,
It's sad that I know nothing about your political standings. It's sad that at this point I don't care. There are a lot of qualities that one has to look for in a politician these days, unfortunately when you blow literacy, comprehension and respect first thing, there's really no need to look any further.
I moved into Treetop Condominiums in early summer to get away from apartment living and enjoy a quiet neighborhood. The rules set by the association fit my style of living. For one, there are no dogs allowed. This is posted on the street name signs directly as you enter reinforces this. This allows me to feel safe to bring my three cats here. I hope you don't have a dog; but why would you -- it's against the rules.
Then there are the other two posted rules that the world can read as they enter our complex: NO Soliciting, NO Distribution of Literature.
When my doorbell rang last night during my dinner, I first wondered which of our welcome friends showed up to pay us a visit. An unfamiliar face and an 'Ann Pugh' button verified that the answer was: none of them. We were home when you showed up, and we chose to not answer the door to speak to you. Why? Because we didn't sign up for this. After you left our door, we heard you continue to the other units in our complex. We heard our upstairs neighbors walk to answer their door. I wonder, did they speak with you?
After a passing of some time, we opened our door and found your flier, your literature, on the floor in front of our door. Who knows if it contained any good information, other than your email address that's allowing me to send you this email.
So, Ms Pugh, that's why you lost my vote. If you can't respect the rules of the neighborhood you live in, how can I expect you to do the right thing in office? There's enough shady people there already.
Sincerely,
Mickey Mossey
This is a copy of an email sent to: repannpugh@aol.com
It's sad that I know nothing about your political standings. It's sad that at this point I don't care. There are a lot of qualities that one has to look for in a politician these days, unfortunately when you blow literacy, comprehension and respect first thing, there's really no need to look any further.
I moved into Treetop Condominiums in early summer to get away from apartment living and enjoy a quiet neighborhood. The rules set by the association fit my style of living. For one, there are no dogs allowed. This is posted on the street name signs directly as you enter reinforces this. This allows me to feel safe to bring my three cats here. I hope you don't have a dog; but why would you -- it's against the rules.
Then there are the other two posted rules that the world can read as they enter our complex: NO Soliciting, NO Distribution of Literature.
When my doorbell rang last night during my dinner, I first wondered which of our welcome friends showed up to pay us a visit. An unfamiliar face and an 'Ann Pugh' button verified that the answer was: none of them. We were home when you showed up, and we chose to not answer the door to speak to you. Why? Because we didn't sign up for this. After you left our door, we heard you continue to the other units in our complex. We heard our upstairs neighbors walk to answer their door. I wonder, did they speak with you?
After a passing of some time, we opened our door and found your flier, your literature, on the floor in front of our door. Who knows if it contained any good information, other than your email address that's allowing me to send you this email.
So, Ms Pugh, that's why you lost my vote. If you can't respect the rules of the neighborhood you live in, how can I expect you to do the right thing in office? There's enough shady people there already.
Sincerely,
Mickey Mossey
This is a copy of an email sent to: repannpugh@aol.com
And eat them. :(
Makes me sad!
Vote Barack Obama on November 4th!
Makes me sad!
Vote Barack Obama on November 4th!
Well, not quite, but it sticks in my head waaaay too much lately...
(I found this on YouTube, I take no credit...)
(I found this on YouTube, I take no credit...)
Today I was doing my normal thing at work when I double clicked on a jpg that was on my desktop. I expected this file to open quickly as a preview in Windows Photo Gallery as they always do. Except this time, nothing happened. I quickly restarted my computer, thinking that something may be hung in memory, but upon logging back into my fresh desktop, the same thing happened again.
Upon doing a little bit of reasearch, I saw that I had dragged a link from Internet Explorer onto my desktop. This created an internet shortcut with a long, Internet Explorer assigned name. This link was not anything I needed and wasn't even intentionally dragged to my desktop, so I deleted it.
After deleting it, Windows Photo Gallery opened my JPGs with no problem.
What I believe happened was that the name of the shortcut was way too long for Windows Photo Gallery to parse when it scanned the folder I tried to open my JPG in, thus preventing it from opening.
Problem Sovled.
Almost two years ago I wrote the entry "Sent to Collections!", where I outlined how I was sent to collections by Green Mountain Power for a whole $1.28. I actually called the collection agency and set up to pay it off. The collections notices stopped, but the draft never cleared my account. I'm assuming that the cost to actually process the $1.28 was more than what was owed. Regardless, I put this behind me and completely forgot about it.
Until now...
Moving back into town, I called up Green Mountain Power to set up service in my new place. When finally getting through the setup process, the operator says to me, "Sir, because you have an outstanding balance with us, we're going to have to require a $250 deposit from you."
I was puzzled at first, "What do you mean an outstanding balance?"
"Is this the Louis Mossey that lived at 1185 Shelburne Road?" She asked me.
"Yes," I replied.
"Well, sir," she continues, "it shows here you owe us $1.28 from your previous service. Becuase of that we'll need $250 deposit to turn on service as well as a $35 activation fee."
I spent the next five minutes asking this woman if she was for real, but no matter what I said I was a deadbeat in their eyes.
The sad thing is, I have a credit score pushing 800 but that's irrelevant in the eyes of the power company, which is my only choice for power in the area. So I can't even switch to someone else for service.
Anyway, Fuck You GMP!
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