My Own Little Slightly Odd Halloween Story For This Year

kinginyellowRecently, I’ve begun selling plasma. After overcoming my initial panic at any sharp pointy thing being stabbed into my finger or arm, and all the medical exams and such, it’s become pretty routine if not painless.

Last Thursday I went in at the end of a day of errands. I had a lot I wanted to get done before Halloween and the hubby’s birthday – and that little bit of cash would help.

I take my Kindle, so I can play games or read one handed without too much trouble. I only have an hour to kill. The plasma center wasn’t very busy and got me in quickly and I settled down with a new book.

The King in Yellow is a very old book, published in 1895, of rather macabre short stories that share a theme of mentioning a play called the King In Yellow. The general idea is similar to The Ring in that if you read the play, you go crazy or die or something.. H.P. Lovecraft actually references the book in his Cthulu works, so nerd that I am when I heard about it I looked and found it free on the Kindle. I thought it would be fitting reading for the week before Halloween.

I was a little ways into the first story about a man just leaving an asylum. He had been misdiagnosed as mad after being kicked in the head by a horse. When he recovered a bit, the doctor realized his mistake and treated him for the head injury, then let him go. During his convalescence, the man found a copy of The King in Yellow and began to read it. He wanted to stop, but he somehow was obsessed and couldn’t stop reading…

Right about there my vision went blurry and strange and the blackness closed in. I sat up and tried to get someone’s attention but…

Well, next thing I knew I was semi-conscious and six people were standing around my bed talking about me, asking me questions, pouring saline into my arm, and taking my vitals. I had passed out for the first time during the procedure.

Once I felt a little better and could at least make sense if you asked me a question, they taped me up and let me go. Sadly, I did not get my red blood cells back, so I can’t donate again for two months. Meanwhile, I’ve enjoyed (NOT) several days of being a bit woozy and pukey now and again.

And I haven’t read any more of that book yet…

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Amazon’s response to my account being hacked – is to steal it.

(cross posted in many places because I feel this information needs to get out and because at this point I think it is funny)

So this has been ongoing now for about two weeks.

My Amazon payment account got hacked. ONLY my Amazon payment account. But I got a little excited since they could conceivably have gotten my banking information from that.

First Amazon said my email had to have been hacked. Well, then they would have had not only my banking info but other very possible sensitive information. The hacker changed my password on my Amazon payment account (which Amazon makes me use to get my money off Mechanical Turk jobs) but nothing else has been touched. But anyway – it’s all my fault.

They said they could close my account, or temporarily disable it, investigate and re-enable. They told me if they closed it I would lose all of my books, games, apps and other digital purchases. I’ve been buying books and games through them for nearly 20 years and have literally OVER ONE THOUSAND kindle books. So they said if they disabled it, I would get the account back unchanged.

They did disable it. They never re-enabled it or got back to me about any investigation. I called and had it re-enabled. Only to discover that my books, apps, and games were all gone. All my order history, reviews, author page, etc. was gone. I don’t have the courage to even go look at my Mechanical Turk and Kindle publishing accounts.

I’ve contacted them several times since and they keep saying they’ll investigate and get back to me. Last night I bought a book, but I can’t get it sent to any of my devices because – surprise – I don’t have any devices registered on my stripped account. So I tried to chat with them again.

As a piece of pure comedy – here’s a transcript of that chat.

Hello,

Here’s a copy of the chat transcript you requested:
Initial Question: So because I reported that I was hacked – YOU HAVE STRIPPED MY ACCOUNT AND STOLEN FROM ME THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS IN BOOKS, APPS, AND GAMES? YOU HURT ME FAR WORSE THAN THE HACKERS. CRUEL. i MAY SEEK LEGAL RECOURSE. AT THE LEAST I WILL SHOUT IT FROM THE ROOFTOPS THAT IF YOUR AMAZON ACCOUNT IS HACKED – AMAZON WILL PUNISH THE FAITHFUL BUYER BY FUCKING THEM OUT OF EVERY PENNY THEY EVER SPENT.
01:27 AM PDT krishna(Amazon)Hello, my name is krishna. I’m here to help you today.
01:28 AM PDT krishnaA member of our Appstore team will be the perfect person to help you with this. Let me connect you to a member of our Appstore team. It will only take a minute.
01:28 AM PDT Saravana(Amazon)Hello, my name is Saravana. Please give me a moment to review the previous correspondence.
To help you with this, let me connect you to a member of our Retail team. It will only take a moment.​
01:29 AM PDT Summer FoovayI have informed several people of this problem and Amazon apparently has no interest in resolving it. Perhaps I should simply report your theft to the attorney general
01:29 AM PDT Abrar(Amazon)Hello, my name is Abrar. Please give me a moment to review the previous correspondence.
01:31 AM PDT AbrarAs I see you see charges for apps and games.
Let me check your account and help you with the best.
01:31 AM PDT Summer FoovayFrom my computer I can see nothing. No books, no devices, no apps, no games. No orders. I’ve had an account for something like twenty years.
I got hacked and you punished me.
01:32 AM PDT Summer FoovayAnd you are still punishing me.
Your punishment could conceivably cost me more than you can imagine if you have also purged all records of the sales of my kindle books and my mechanical turk income as well.
01:33 AM PDT AbrarLet me check and help you with the best.
01:33 AM PDT Summer FoovayYou don’t even speak good english. I doubt you can help. And this isn’t the first time I have complained about it.
My complaints have been ignored. 
01:34 AM PDT AbrarI apologize for the trouble, please stay connected while I refer you to the specialized team to get more help.
01:34 AM PDT AmazonHello, my name is Satya. Please give me a moment to review the previous correspondence.
01:34 AM PDT Summer FoovayAre you even a human being? I doubt it. Okay, my fourth different “customer service” agent
01:35 AM PDT AmazonI’m really sorry for the multiple transfers. I can assure that I won’t transfer you again
01:36 AM PDT Summer FoovayI was hacked. I called and reported it. My account was supposedly disabled for “investigation” rather than closed. Then it was never re-enabled until I called and complained. Then I discovered my account was purged – all my devices removed, all my books gone, all my apps gone, all my games – gone. Twenty years of purchases – gone.
01:37 AM PDT Summer FoovayI’ve now contacted Amazon three times about it and never gotten any satisfactory reply. Supposedly I only disabled the account so that this would not happen.
01:37 AM PDT Faaiq(Amazon)Hello, my name is Faaiq. Please give me a moment to review the previous correspondence.
01:38 AM PDT Summer FoovayI used to work in customer service, late at night like this. We would transfer people we didn’t want to deal with around and around and laugh and laugh about them
Which is exactly what you are doing now.
01:38 AM PDT FaaiqI’m very sorry for all the hassle caused.
Please don’t worry i will help you with it.
01:39 AM PDT Summer FoovaySo I’m going to publish this chat on Facebook, Twitter, and all five of my blogs, as well as turn it over to news outlets and contact my attorney general for your theft of 20 years of digital purchases. 
Laugh about that.
Thank you.
Amazon.com

What’s Next?

Cross-posted from both Facebook and my blog at Blogger.

Of late I’ve had a rant or thought or two that I felt was worthy of writing – like a blog post. Except I think blog posts are a thing of the past. Most people seem unwilling or unable to read anything of over 140 characters.

Facebook has had such a loss of confidence it’s ridiculous. For myself, I’ve met some wonderful people there and I’ll probably always drop by now and then to check in and see how my friends are doing. That said, I could drop the other 500 people who are my “friends” I never hear from.

The New York Times has changed their website and in the process removed BYLINES. Even the readers are protesting, but the company won’t back down because it makes the page “look better on phones”. I’m so sick of everything being set up to look good on a phone. For one thing, my poor people phone won’t go there anyway. For another, I don’t WANT to surf the Internet on my phone because I OWN A COMPUTER. And pages set up to “look good on a phone” look like SHIT on the computer. And don’t work properly if you are using a mouse instead of touch technology. Guess what – my artists drawing tablet doesn’t work properly with a touch computer/tablet. I can…draw…or surf the web. Not so hard to chose for me.

After Shark Week I was screen o’d’ed and went analog for a week. I’ve never really returned. It reminded me, when I came back and tried to create one simple fucking template to print and cut out and use for some analog artwork, what a PITA the computer is (especially since Windows keeps trying to set up my computer to RUN AS A FUCKING TABLET OR PHONE.

This world is slowly but surely splitting into those who have a six figure income and do EVERYTHING on their latest IPhone … and the rest of us.

I ask you this. How many authors have written their latest novel on an IPhone? How many artists create their work on an IPhone? No, seriously, I am wondering. Even game designers and artists, do you think they do their work on an IPhone? Do they? I really don’t know. I do know I cannot actually draw on a postage stamp with my finger, so I, at least, will not ever be able to draw on an Iphone sized screen.

So, I’m finally starting to think about coming off my self imposed lengthy vacation after the rigors of moving to Las Vegas (that’s a whole ‘nother rant and part of it has to do with researching a move on the Internet and the false and inadequate information thereof and compared to researching the move to New Mexico a decade ago on the internet and the helpful information found at that time)

Blogs are dead. Facebook may as well be dead. Amazon is dead to me. Twitter is the bastion of the buffoon. And you see I’m not good with 140 characters. I am actually thinking of reactivating my Patreon account and using it as a blog and a place to post art and writing and information about more lengthy and larger art and writing. I’m also finally embracing my path as a healer and empath and plan on more creation regarding those subjects (reiki meditation cards anyone?). I’m actually looking at YouTube videos, with something like a MMD character standing in for me because I’m old and toothless – and that does work well with Patreon. Thoughts? Anyone? If you actually enjoy my art/writing/rants would you subscribe to a YouTube channel or spend a buck a month on Patreon to hang in with me?

Now on Facebook I asked for comments. But for those who still read blogs I have a short additional rant.

Anyone who blogged through the heyday of blogs knows all about SPAM commenters. The result of those is that blogging software was developed to try and get rid of them, and in time the result of THAT was to make it nearly impossible to simply COMMENT on a blog with a real comment. I get a few but I know that the bar is set really high to get in here and comment (I appreciate very much those of you who climb that barrier). I’m going to also cross post to my Word Press blog, BTW, where commenting is very slightly easier. If you happen to have a WordPress blog.

I wasn’t going to post it to the blog at all, but I checked stats and I see that I actually have in the area of 50 people who actually still do read the blog. Yay you! I ask you – would you spend a buck a month to read – probably much more content – on Patreon? Along with seeing pictures or bits of my current WIP?

Meanwhile, I know I’ve mentioned this before – but if you do read blog entries, I do think I’m going to go with my previous inclination to switch to using my Word Press blog in the future. You’ll find it here:

(oh wait, you found it already – LOL)

Now I need to run along. It is taking a combination of myself, my husband, his computer, my computer and the printer to make it possible for me to create the basic building blocks of reiki meditation cards on my computer and send it to his in such a fashion that he can send it to the printer and the printer software/Windows/who knows what – doesn’t “help” us out by reformatting and screwing everything up.

Wish I could freehand draw a perfect circle…

Blessedbe

Summer Foovay

First Friday

June1st-FirstFriday-parasol

Las Vegas has a monthly art festival in the arts district – the first friday of every month, called (aptly enough) First Friday. We discovered it by accident one day and added it to our monthly schedule as a must see.  I promised myself that this First Friday I would buy myself that pretty little yellow parasol I admired last month. Happy (early) birthday to me – Summer Solstice and so forth.

Off and on I have been attempting to get a daily photo of our new life in Las Vegas. I will attempt to post the best of the previous week on Mondays – how’s that? Or you can follow my photos on my timeline at Flickr/Smug Mug or whatever it is now.

Blessedbe

WARNING ABOUT SPECIFIC MEDICARE PART D PRESCRIPTION DRUG INSURANCE CARRIERS

(Cross posted from my blog Foovay’s Zibaldone – because I want this warning spread as far and wide as possible)

OPTUMRX
UNITEDHEALTHCARE GROUP
AARP MEDICARE RX

First you should know these are all apparently the same group although they are listed seperately on the Medicare.gov website.

On the Medicare.gov website you have a page to help you choose your Medicare Part D coverage. You are told to list all the drugs you are on, and then you are shown those companies that claim they will cover each and every one of those drugs.

We did that. We chose a plan covering all five of my husbands medications, United Healthcare Group. They have now denied two of his most important, life saving prescriptions.

He can die fast, or slow. Fast if he has a heart attack from not having his Corlanor. And very very slow and painfully as his bones soften in response to an over production of hormones from his Parathyroid Gland now that they have denied the Hectoral.

File it Under YOU HAVE TO LAUGH

 
The King of ironic and ridiculous decisions:
 
UnitedHealth Group company will not approve corlanor because he doesn’t have recent clinicals showing he has a heart rate of over 70. THIS IS BECAUSE HE IS ON THE CORLANOR AND IT IS WORKING TO SLOW HIS HEART RATE.
 
He can’t have corlanor. Because it is working.
 
So, the doctor is going to fight it. But I told him we could win really easily. Take him off the Corlanor. Wait a few days. His heart rate will go back to 120 and then we can prove he has a condition requiring Corlanor. His doctor says this is not even a rational decision. But it is apparently what the insurance company wants us to do – to PROVE he needs the drug by forcing him off of it and making him return to being sick, risking greater damage to his heart and a possible massive heart attack.
 
United Health Medicare Part D is beyond suck. They claim ON MEDICARES WEBSITE to cover all his drugs.
THEY ARE DENYING DRUGS THEY LIST AS COVERED.
Of his five prescriptions they have approved 3 and are fighting us for two life necessary prescriptions. One of which he has been taking for EIGHT YEARS. Being paid for by Humana’s Part D Medicare coverage – FOR EIGHT FUCKING YEARS. (This doctor also has taken over the fight for us)
 
Did you hear that? BOTH DOCTORS HAVE TAKEN ON THE INSURANCE COMPANY FOR HIM. And that’s why we are in Las Vegas. I couldn’t even get his doctors on the fucking phone in New Mexico.
 
So everyone who keeps telling me what a mistake it was to move here can suck my dick. We have the BEST team of healers now, doctors AND technicians in the dialysis clinic AND their office staff. What a huge difference. It is so good to work with people who do their jobs and do them as if that is the NORMAL thing to do rather than…well..something they’d rather do manyana.
Please, share the information about these killer insurance companies who are lying on Medicare’s own official website about their drug coverage.
 
There is no complaint process for their misrepresentation, and no penalties for it either (believe me, I’ve looked). The only way people who are in need of medical care, in need of prescriptions, and on Medicare can find out is for these murderers to deny their meds and then maybe, if you live long enough, you can get a doctor who will stand up to them or get another policy before you die or become too ill to continue to fight.
AVOID THESE COMPANIES. THEY ARE LYING about the drugs that they will cover.
OPTUMRX
UNITEDHEALTHCARE GROUP
AARP MEDICARE RX
We are well enough, I am well enough, to engage in this battle to save my husbands life. You might not be. Your grandmother might not be. So be WARNED before you make a choice and chose badly because of misinformation published on an official government website, Medicare.gov.

 

 

The Sky is Crying

Today is that most unusual of weathers here in southern New Mexico.  Rainy.  Not the monsoon storms, that swoop in out of a clear sky in the afternoon to pour gallons and then vanish as swiftly as they arrived.  But a day long soaker.  What some Native Americans call “the female rain” that is soft but constant.  Perfect for the plants and soil made delicate by drought. My husband and I call it “sleeping weather”.  For some reason, the sight of a sky like this wants me to crawl right back into bed with warm blankets, hot tea, and a good book and stay there the rest of the day to doze, read, and doze some more. I think nature means for us to take a break now and then.  I feel like the Goddess is saying – “You humans go lay down out of the way somewhere and rest.  I’m doing my washing today.” 

Source: The Sky is Crying

Does Facebook Cause Depression?

 

facebookdepressionI read an article the other day that said spending time on Facebook can cause depression. From what they said, the problem is people scroll down through all the pictures and status updates of wonderful, happy, beautiful families and get sad because they don’t have the new car, the wonderful children, the engagement ring, the scrumptious dinners or whatever that these other people have.

 

Seems to me that what makes those people unhappy is not Facebook, but comparing themselves to others.   And comparing yourself to other people is almost always a formula for misery. It is also the greatest and deepest falsehood we ever tell ourselves.   Because you can bet that the wonderful happy family you are seeing in the photos is not always perfect and joyful.   They have trials and tribulations, ill health, arguments, and bills like anyone else – they simply chose not to share that with the universe at large. Or maybe they are having a good week – and next week they’ll be venting about something.

 

Another thing the study said was that we think that going to Facebook will make us happy – but it has the opposite effect. I admit, I do often go to Facebook when I am having a bad moment. I go and I laugh at the silly cute cat/dog/horse videos or pictures, and I get happy and excited about other peoples good news. Sometimes I find an interesting article, a beautiful photo, a pithy saying that makes me laugh or nod in agreement.

 

I will admit that I went to Facebook a couple of days ago and got sad. It seemed like a number of my Facebook friends were facing health challenges. Several were in the hospital for one reason or another. But I took that opportunity to close my eyes and send them some distance Reiki healing – something I have recently learned and want to practice. I stop and give them blessings and send healing light and energy. You see, I know that that truly does work – for the prayers, blessings, candles, healing light and simple support of so many good friends on Facebook have gotten us through a pretty rough year in 2016. When it seemed like I would burst from anger and frustration at our messed up medical system, I vented at Facebook and got support, sympathy, met others who were dealing with much of the same, and even some good suggestions for things we could do, or how to lodge a complaint with the correct authorities. To tell the truth, it was good for me to simply get to vent, to get it off my chest, and to hear that others found some of the treatment we received as outrageous as I believed it was. And now, as with any social network, be it the neighbors or church, or Facebook, I visit my friends and I offer sympathy, blessings, and a shoulder to cry or vent on. It’s not so much that I owe it, as I want to be there for the people who were there for me.

 

I disagree with this study.   I feel that Facebook is like everything else in life – it is whatever you make of it. If you read your friends and families good news and you’re reaction is envy, jealousy, and anger or frustration – that’s on you. Other people read their family and friends happy news and are totally delighted for them. It makes me happy to know my friends are happy. It gives me joy to see my friends or family succeed or accomplish something they dreamed of. But that’s me.

 

You know – I’ve been accused of always making the best of a situation no matter what it is.

 

What actually upsets me and makes me unhappy is taking surveys.

 

I work several hours a week for the Mechanical Turk and many of the better paying jobs are taking surveys.   Many of those surveys are so slanted I want to reach through the computer and strangle the researcher.   Dozens of questions like this; “Women should not be CEOs of major corporations because they are not emotionally suited to the work.” Agree, Disagree, Strongly Disagree. “Men are natural leaders. Only men should be in governmental leadership positions.” Agree, Disagree, Strongly Disagree, Punch Out Your Computer. Lately there have been a lot of studies that are clearly slanted to try and get you to say that women belong in the home and are not “fulfilled” if they don’t have half a dozen little children at their feet, and similar sentiments.

 

And then there are the studies that assume we all have approximately the same, perfect, happy Leave It To Beaver family situations – and if we don’t, then we are automatically unhappy, right? I filled out a survey today that asked me about ten times how much I loved my mother and I chose “not at all” like ten times. Bet I gave them something to think about! Now and again there is one that crops up where they invite transgender and bisexual people in – and then all the questions are slanted to try and get you to say you are miserable because you don’t have a “normal” relationship. “Don’t you wish you could be normal?” Yes, No, Go fuck yourself.   What’s normal?

 

Not all studies are like that, of course, but there are studies like that floating around out there.   So, as much as I like studies and the idea that we can understand others and ourselves a little better through research – I take that stuff with a grain of salt.

 

There are days when I open my Facebook page and all the news is sad. When they were turning fire hoses on the water protectors, or when Prince died.   You know what I do then? I post a sympathy post, and then I close the page and I go do something else with my time.

 

When I get one of those sickening surveys – well it depends. If I am feeling strong that day I forge ahead, less for the 50 cents now and more to fuck with ’em. If I am having a difficult day, then I close it up and go find some other job to do.

 

I choose happiness.   I choose not to be unhappy if I can help it. We all choose that every minute of every single day. You cannot control every single aspect of life – but you certainly can choose how you react to it, and whether you decide to deal with it, wallow in it, or walk away.

 

Not everything allows you to walk away. Not every thing in life is happy – but you can find the happy, bright spots. When we were going through all this medical hell with my husband last year they told me quite frequently that he would die.   Well – he’s still here. And every morning when I wake up and he is here, I’m happy. Then we go deal with whatever crap the universe might have cooked up to throw at us for the day. I have only survived my life by grabbing on and clinging like hell to every moment of joy the universe offers me. For half of my life they were pretty few and far between. I think it made me stronger, and more appreciative of the good things.

 

But that’s another post altogether.

 

 

(Post on how abused children seem to be happier adults, stronger, and are we really doing our children a favor to give them a perfect life?)