The Rant Pack

My buddy and I spent hours crawling and sweating in a 130 degree attic this weekend, wiring the house for cable. Why? Because the installer said, and I quote: “Sorry, man. I don’t crawl in attics.”

Fair enough. I knew to do the job right, I would have to do it myself. So after several false starts, Comcast cable was hooked up. Their internet service is smoking fast. Qwest can go hide itself (and they can go f*#$ themselves while they are at it…sorry Duckboy).

However, even with the horrid incompetence of Qwest’s technical support, they are still light years ahead of the postal-level frustration I have already experienced with Comcast.

Want an example? This is a call I made a couple of minutes ago:
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My boyfriend and I travel. A lot. Out of the 52 weekends of the year, we are probably home 7 of them. Because of our road-pounding lifestyle, we see a lot of awesome tiny towns and fantastic restaurants. So, without further ado, the first installment of my attempt to share with you some of our favorites. Read on »

Like MOST of you, I work long and hard hours. And because I commute an hour one-way, it’s sometime late when I get home. Now, unlike most of you, I don’t have cable TV or satellite which is a drag sometimes because I can’t watch OLN, DU TV, or the Outdoor Channel, but I digress.

By far, my favorite show on broadcast TV has always been Scrubs, and I hardly ever miss the reruns that are on at 11 pm and 1 am weeknights on KASA FOX 2. But the commercials that they broadcast at that late hour sometimes make me laugh more than my favorite show. Read on »

In the musical instruments category, a guy posts a Craigslist ad that says “Looking for Gibson Les Paul Studio in good condition. I have something sweet to trade.”

Ironically, I have just that guitar and have been thinking of selling it.

But “something sweet to trade?”

Against my better instincts, my curiosity compels me to respond to his ad.
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Santa Fe, Santa Fe, Santa Fe.

Arthur Firstenberg, a Santa Fe resident and well-known wacko is taking action against the City Different due to his hypersensitivity to wireless devices. He claims Wi-Fi and radio signals give him a tingling in his thigh and then some chest pains. On a completely unrelated medical note, the man is 57. Oh…and according to Wikipedia…he may still be homeless and unemployed.

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What’s the best way for an ex-metalhead to celebrate his 40th birthday? By going to a concert by the band he loved most when he was 15 years old!
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Albuquerque is a unique town, filled with ever-expanding diversity and a rich culture. The mountains in the east open up in the mornings to a flowing river of cascading sunlight and the desert in the west displays all its glory as it sends waves of color into the air and across the Rio Grande at sunset. Truly breathtaking.

At any given moment in the city, you will find Indian Traders in Old Town, families fishing for trout at Tingley Beach, shoppers enjoying an eclectic band playing in Uptown, or visitors enjoying the view as they ride the scenic Tram to Sandia Crest.

However, if you are new here, planning a visit, thinking of renting a car from the newly renovated Sunport, allow me to give you some tips for driving in what our esteemed Mayor refers to as “The Q”.
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Hey, remember that cop who was caught on video running over and killing a woman in the parking lot of a bar in Albuquerque six long weeks ago?

Guess what? He still hasn’t been charged with any crime!
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(Another new blogger. . .The Duckboy sent me a text message saying he was at Golden Corral and he was afraid of what he was seeing. I asked him to write about it. Feast on this…)

Against my better judgment, I parked my piece-of-crap Montero in the parking lot of Golden Corral. Please don’t groan, it was partly against my will, but mostly it was aimed at keeping peace within my tiny, yet vocal clan. Where else can you get your daughter her salad and fruit bar, while at the same time allow your son to gorge on meat, potatoes, and “high-quality” seafood?
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(Let’s face it. . .we all like guy time, but no one likes a sausage party. So before the Rant Pack looks too much like a Star Trek convention, let’s get a female perspective! Give a warm welcome to our newest blogger, Liz Dee!)

UNBELIEVABLE! To imagine, a morally upstanding establishment like the Ice House was in its hey day, proffering not only scantily clad eye-candy but also happy endings in the bathroom?! Where else could you see the goods on display and then actually seal the deal for a mere 1200 bucks?!
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