“Were you checking out my ass?”

Sunday morning.  With all the depressing, horrible, unfathomable news – both in my life and around the world – I needed some private time.  And that “private time” meant bashing up a wooden crate for a future crate art project. After taking out my frustration on the scrap wood box, I realized I would need…

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Hey Times Union, tell your telemarketers to stop calling me!

It’s been four months since the Albany Times Union and I parted company, and I left their blogging portal.  In those four months, I’ve continued to write and blog and photograph, and I’ve moved toward new goals and new pursuits – as well as a new audience. But lately I’ve received several phone calls from…

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No, VIDA, you can’t have my photos…

Here’s my issue with telemarketers and cold calls.  They give you this whole crock about how they love your (writing, photos, look) and they want to (promote your work, hire you for events, cast you in a movie), and although they (have no budget, want you to pay, still want you in the movie), they…

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Kellyanne Conway’s feet on the sofa – tres déclassé

I think there is a White House staffer who has, on his wall, a little poster that says, “Kellyanne Conway has not embarrassed the President for three days straight.  The record is four days straight.” I say that because yesterday, when President Trump was meeting with presidents and chancellors and leaders from historically black colleges…

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Another Verizon “nickel and dime” trick

It started last week, when I noticed something different about the phone numbers on my Caller ID feature from my BlackBerry PRIV cell phone. Normally, when I receive a call from someone, their phone number pops up as a Caller ID message.  And if I’ve programmed their name into the phone, then their name comes…

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Gotta love the Burger King drive-through

So yeah, if it weren’t for bad luck I’d have no luck at all. Last Friday, I drove home from one of my doctor’s appointments.  I’m hungry as anything, and I’m already in pain from my left foot being completely wrecked.  I need some comfort food.  Nothing major, maybe a chicken sandwich and a diet…

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The get-well-soon card that wasn’t.

As you know, six months ago my beloved 2006 Chevrolet Cobalt SS was destroyed in a horrible car accident.  And since then, I’ve received a plethora of cold-calls from extended vehicle service contract telemarketers who want me to sign up for their $3,000+ contracts that wouldn’t even replace an air freshener without a copayment. And…

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