wacky1980

i had a fraudulent transaction on one of my credit cards two days ago. it was a card that i only use for purchases on amazon and aliexpress. i didn't think too much of it at the time; i just assumed a vendor i bought something from was hacked and i lost the card info thru them. so i killed the card and ordered a new one, changed passwords, and put the whole thing out of mind. woke up this morning to a couple notifications that i had two new hard inquiries on my credit bureau records. after doing a bit of digging, i figured out that someone opened a capital one credit card in my name, and tried to open another with american express. i managed to get some dink at capital one to tell me how much info was used to open the card with them. ssn, dob, and full name. well, that's pretty much all of the important stuff. american express doesn't have a credit department operating 24/7 (the f??) so i have to wait until monday to figure that one out, but i was reassured no cards were opened in my name with them. i'm pretty good about identity security. i mean, i coach people at the bank on identity protection and best practices for card use. the only issue i've ever had in the past was when my wallet was stolen at college, and one of my cards was used to buy some shit online. so i got to thinking: what could have happened? then it hit me. fucking equifax. if you recall, equifax was breached in 2017, and the identities of something like 150 million people were "potentially" compromised. i went to their site, and filled out the "am i affected?" thing. sure as shit, i'm in the group. so i kept reading about what info was compromised. sure as shit, ssn, dob, and full name. oh, and address and possibly driver's license info. fuck me, i'm an equifax breach victim. so i spent an hour freezing my credit files and reviewing my credit reports. i also set a fraud alert, so i would be notified if anything new hits my files. financially, i should be in the clear for now. but that doesn't protect from medical or insurance fraud, and i'll have to be extra attentive at tax time next spring. i'm sure there will be other fun little shit pop up here and there too. superb! psa time, folks. privacy is dead. know how to protect yourself, but also know how to fight back when (not if) it happens to you.

while we're on the subject of tribute, can't forget my man burt.

anyways. it took a couple hours to track something down, but i'm going on a lorazepam journey tonight. rainfall forecast is now upwards of 5" over the next 24 hours. i think the only way i'm gonna live to sunday is heavily drugged.

well, it's under a farmhouse that's about 160 years old, so you're pretty much dead on.

i grew up in a valley that flooded regularly. the house never flooded, but the root cellar would fill up with several feet of water. happened all the time, to the point where it wasn't a big deal. that's why i don't get it. my parents would be like "hey the cellar flooded again, don't go down there for a couple days" and that was all. i fucking love boating and swimming and all that shit. just not rain. i think this brain is broken.

basement in the new house doesn't even have a sump pump because, according to the last owner, there's been water in it exactly once in the last 18 years, and that was when we had 5" of rain in 3 hours. so it shouldn't be a concern. the bar gets a wet basement every time it rains because the city hasn't repaired storm drains in like 20 years, so any rain that filters into the alley tends to just wash into the basement. it's been bad for several years, but there's an overflow in place to divert the storm water into the sewer once it gets more than a couple inches deep. all of this is supposed to be repaired in the spring when the city tears up the alley...supposedly. but we've never had enough rain to cause any significant damage in that basement, for as long as i've been involved with the place. i don't know of any reason i would be traumatized by a lot of water or rain, even from childhood. i recognize the irrationality of this. kinda fucked, but here we are.

we're in the midst of all this fucking rain. it started on wednesday night and it's supposed to keep going until sunday. we might get 8+" before it's over (what she said lol ugh). but i get this irrational stress level whenever it rains this much. it happens maybe once a year or so, and i swear it takes five years off my life every time. but it's not like i'm unprepared for it. just about everything in the basement at home is either in a plastic tub or 3' off the ground. at the bar, everything in the basement lives on a shelf no less than 6" off the ground, and i've never in 12 years seen the water get that high in there. roofs are both tight as a drum. there's really no reason to be stressing right now. but here i am, staring down three different weather sites, refreshing radars and pouring over forecast discussions like some kind of god damn weirdo. my fucking skin is crawling. shit, i hate this.

look for a "class b" motorhome. they're like a large van. but they get pricey af too, like $100k+ easily for the nicer ones.

i have one in each bathroom, plus another in the kitchen and a trauma kit in the go bag. the house kits are all pretty standard: gauze, ointment, bandaids, heat blankets, pills, tweezers, needle/thread, steri-strips, alcohol, etc etc. but the go bag has all of that and the hefty stuff too: clotting sponges, tourniquets, syringes, splints, real good pills, moleskin, wire saw, pliers/multitool, probably some other stuff i'm forgetting. never know when you'll need to take off a foot or pack a sucking chest wound.

but ... it's for science?

i have a suggestion. ask her to wash the metal cabinets with bleach.

just tell her it's for science. and then run like the wind blows.

i'll go first. but if the wife finds out i uploaded the video, she'll probably neuter me in my sleep. gotta plan this out a bit...

now is the perfect time for an unreasonable request, caught on video...

do you two sit across the room from each other and carry on an irl conversation whilst also hashing stuff out on here? because that's how i picture your situation in this moment.

don't be that guy.

i wanted to watch the finale last night, but i'm about a season and a half behind. it's already making me sad though.

been at work all damn day. what the royal fuck?

only a dollar short? methinks you're ahead of the curve. thank you mama!

as long as you enjoyed it, purpose served.

thank you sir.

i'm spending today posting only barely-applicable marc rebillet videos. so here.

i wish it wasn't so difficult to get this stuff in illinois. it's only sold in chicago (ugh), otherwise you have to go to indiana (double ugh) to get it. and even then, if you can find it, there's usually a single 6-pack limit on it because of scarcity. anyways, the beer. typing as i was drinking: lots of grapefruit and pine in the aroma. huge citra hop profile on the first taste. grapefruit, citrus fruits, dank and bitter af, but lots of malty sweetness. very well balanced. very smooth. almost a little under-carbonated, but the head is hanging on well. as it's warming up in the glass a bit, more pine is coming through, but the grapefruit still dominates. kinda syrupy with all that sweetness. yep. this beer is still in my all time top 5. last couple sips left now. lots of lacing on the sides of my fancy ipa spiegelau glass. now that it's gone, i'm tempted to crack the second one. but i'll probably hang onto it for later tonight. with yesterday's union block party in front of our house, i was pretty sure i'd spend all day today hung over. managed to pace myself and alternate well enough to avoid a hangover this morning. but a little hair of the dog still felt right. day 2 of all day drinking has officially commenced.

All done. HBD to me!

yup. just as good as i remember.