March 13th, 2007


That right there's a pisser . . .

Well, that's weird with a beard as we hipsters used to say before we became so pitifully un-hip.  Before "hip" was no longer happenin'.  If you know what I mean.

Somebody tried to charge my credit card in Montgomery, TN this morning.  That makes little sense.  It was for $1.39 and the credit card company denied it because it fit a certain fraud "profile."  Apparently people with ill-gotten credit card numbers will try them with a very small amount first.  To look inconspicuous?  I don't know.  The charge actually said Montgomery-Clarksville.  On the map they are a ways away from each other, but Clarksville is in Montgomery County, which is right on the Kentucky border.  And I did just buy some guitar parts from a music shop in Kentucky.  But I paid with PayPal and I don't think--in fact I'm pretty sure--that the vendor never sees your credit card info with a PayPal transaction.  That's what's so good about it; you don't end up sharing your credit card number with yahoos from Bumphuck, Idaho you've never met.

That right there's a pisser, though, because I had that card number for about five years, knew it by heart, and could order untold shit without even looking at it.  Now they tell me I have to get a new one.  And it will cost me $18 if I want it before Memorial Day when the semi-annual mule train gets in from California.

That right there's a pisser.