I can’t even begin to explain how frustrated I am with CenturyLink right now. It is the stuff of nightmares, and it is a story worth telling a million times. I’ve been on hold for good 3 hours today, I have been told of by a chat representtaive and my problem is nowhere close to being resolved.

My friend Jeff invited me to dinner today. I received the email yesterday and, amongst many topics, included information about the where, the whom, and the time. As I caught the bus to the restaurant (a nice, cheap pizza restaurant in the vicinity of Oxford Street) I checked the email again to make sure I was on time. And then it hit me, I had completely missed the “whom”.

I am meeting Clifton and Judy at Mad Pizza in Crown Street at 7pm

I was just cleaning the kitchen and had an immediate flashback to the era when I worked with Artinsoft, a software company in Costa Rica.  Unlike cool acid trips flashbacks, sucked balls as they took me back to a dark era in my professional life.  The company was great to work for, it was these people that I worked with that literally made my life a living hell.

Just a quick post as I just wanted to share a band I happened to run into (literally) yesterday while strolling through Sydney.  As I was headed towards Hyde Park I heard these amazing sounds coming in and small group of people stopping to what seemed to be a public street act.

Stumbled on this amazing video a few days ago.  It goes and in hand with my previous post on how addictive social media can be.

Seven years ago I innocently started using a service that required personal information to be submitted in order for it to function properly.  Stories, photos, and comments – to name a few – were submitted in order to make this system understand what I liked, who were my friends were, the relationship with my family and so on.   All of this with the sole purpose of selling something to the highest bidder, and that something was me.

I apologize in advance for dropping the F-bomb in the title of the post, but seriously, enough is enough.

I am not sure if you are a Mac user; but if you are then chances are that you know what I am talking about.  That stupid green button on Mac OS X windows that does whatever the hell it wants each time you press it.  There really is no way to predict what this bloody thing will do.

Quite frankly, I have no idea to whom I am directing this post.  It’s been so long since a meaningful post that I doubt if anyone wonders in these alleys anymore.

I am not looking for excuses as to why I did not post that often, but quite honestly it boils down to lack of time.  Unfortunately (or fortunately) bitching about things and writing about them has gone on the back burner.  I still bitch.  A lot.  It’s just that I don’t have time to document it.

I thought that if I ever wanted to split open my guts and have aneurysm by reading fucktard comments, all I had to do was open nacion.co.cr comments and read away.  Dead wrong.  All I had to do was follow Telenoticias Facebook feed and try and digest the news when Chavela Vargas died.

About 3 weeks ago I included “Telenoticias” in my Facebook.  “Telenoticias” is Costa Rican television news network in Costa Rica.  I could say it is the most respectable, but in a country where television networks are a fucking joke, “respectable” loses quite a bit of credibility.

Anyhow..Telenoticias and some of the blogs I read have been plagued with comments around the news that some cop in Costa Rica is a neonazi.   Apparently there are plenty of these clowns.  They get together, get drunk and celebrate  that they find some kind of logic in Hitler’s beliefs.   The photos can be striking – I think we as human beings have developed a “Pavlov’s dog” instinct and twitch in disgust and rage when we see a swastika: