Evil clown sweater

Sorry I haven’t posted anything funny in a while (Friday Cat Blogging doesn’t count; you’re not supposed to laugh at cats. They hurt you for that), but in the meantime, while I try to fill up on enough spiced-rum-doused eggnog to be funny, you can read my latest favorite celebri-blog, Wil Wheaton dot Net: In Exile, and especially his post about the evil clown sweater.

It’s so funny it will haunt your dreams. I’m talking about the sweater. Wil Wheaton seems like a pretty nice guy.

Ethics question

For all the philosophers and ethicists out there, a question.

Is it unethical to cheat at an illegal enterprise? And for an example, I present the concept of using software to beat online poker sites.

…at least, I’m assuming that it’s illegal to gamble in online poker games in the US. I know lots of people play… but is it technically legal?

Highest of the high

This morning I saw a guy at Starbucks with the highest of high maintenance requests:

He specified the temperature of his coffee.

“One hundred eighty degrees, please.”

Celebrity Poker Showdown

After my brief flirtation with gambling this past weekend, I spent some time (when everyone was out of the house) watching Bravo’s Celebrity Poker Showdown. I was fascinated by the knowledge and strategery… um… knowledge… of the host Phil Gordon, and it was fun watching B-list celebs pretend they know something about poker.

Of course, I know very little about poker, so it’s not like I was being all elitist. I was just relying on the commentary from the host. Oh, and Dave Foley is funny, too, even with his goofy goatee.

No-limits Texas Hold ‘Em is the game they were playing, which seems to be the poker of the moment. Heck, even the former Ensign Wesley Crusher is playing it these days.

Sadly, I would be unable to watch the show normally, since it appears to be on at 1 PM and 2 AM. Plus, I don’t get Bravo; I’d have to upgrade. But, I am still intrigued, so I’m going to find some poker games and mess around, maybe pick up a book or two. I won’t play for real money at first, but if I have a knack for it, I might find some online games to play…

That sound you hear is my credit reports groaning in anticipation…

Thanksgiving weekend report

So, Thanksgiving weekend has come and gone.

My plans for the weekend involved renting a car, running in the ORRC Turkey Trot 4-mile run Thanksgiving morning with my nephew Max, and then he and I would drive down to Lincoln City to meet up with the rest of the family for Thanksgiving on the Oregon coast.

The first part went according to plan. I had reserved a compact car from Hertz, but when I showed up, they had given me a “free upgrade” to a Pontiac G6 Sedan GTP: 240 HP 3.9 liter V6, leather interior, sun roof, 6 disk CD changer, traction control, Tiptronic 5 speed transmission… the works. It was going to be a fun car to drive to the beach! I realized that it had a downside, though, when the gas gauge showed only 3/4 after only 21 miles. Yikes. Oh, well, all good things come with a cost…

The other downer was waking up Wednesday with a sore left ankle. I don’t know how I’d hurt it. I hadn’t run all week, since the previous Sunday. But Wednesday morning, I had a muscle ache that felt like a twisted ankle. I didn’t know if I was going to be able to run the next day or not. When I talked to my sister, I mentioned the possibility of me not running, and she told me that Max had been looking forward to the race all week; he was, at that moment, picking out some running pants, since it was likely to be quite cold for the run. I felt bad, but injuries happen (even if I had no idea how this particular one had happened).

My nephew and I drove up to the Oregon Forestry Center, dressed as warmly as possible for the run. We picked up our shirts and bib “numbers” (since it was a fun run, it wasn’t timed and there were no actual numbers), then tried warming up. After just a few short minutes, up and down the hills near the Zoo, I could tell that there was no way I would last for the 4 miles of the run. I asked Max if he’d be OK running by himself, and after some thought, he agreed. I apologized for not running in this one. I waited with him at the starting line, and then after it started I found my dad, who had showed up to get some pictures.

And I was very impressed at Max’s time in the race! He ran 2 minutes per mile faster than he had run in our last race! His final time was almost exactly 45:00 even! He is really improving. I’m looking forward to our next race.

Then we drove down to the beach house, and I gorged myself for two whole days on the traditional Thanksgiving fare; ham, turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing… and plenty of pie. We played Trivial Pursuit, which my sister’s father-in-law, Tom, won every time. It stormed and rained for most of the time, which is fine since the beach house is right on the beach and has a fireplace. Warm, cozy and we all went a bit stir-crazy but that’s normal for family. Right?

I also did a little bit of gambling at the Chinook Winds Casino… I’m not much of a gambler, so I managed to lose about $25.00. But it was fun.

My dad and Aunt Carol (his girlfriend… and my mom’s sister. Long story) came down on Saturday. Carol brought more pies, delicious home-baked pies. Mmmm… and then I drove back to Portland that afternoon. Quite the weekend!

I’m sure I’ve gained 10 pounds… all that eating and no exercise. But, hey, it’s the holidays, right?

Potentially phildickian

I signed on to the Providian website to check if a payment had posted to my Visa card. Or, rather, I tried to. It wouldn’t let me sign on. It gave me a message to call their customer support line.

At first I figured I had just messed up the password. I tried their “reset password” feature… and one of the things it needed was my credit card number. But when I pulled out my wallet, I realized that my Providian Visa card was missing.

It’s not a card I actually use at this point. One of the features of the card is that it charges no interest on transferred balances until March ’06, so I’ve been moving the balance of my other cards over to it, and paying it down. So I hadn’t left it somewhere, since I don’t pull it out of it’s little slot behind my BofA Visa card. Y’know, ever. But this was worrisome.

It also dawned on me that the people in area code 925 who had been trying to get a hold of me for the past day might be connected with my missing Visa card. I called the number on their website, and, after figuring out how to bypass the automated “Please enter your 16-digit credit card number now” part (press 00), I was soon speaking to Stephen from Providian’s Fraud Division.

Stephen asked me to verfiy my social security number, then proceeded to let me know that there were some purchases on my card that had flagged their notice. Most of them were gas purchases. I told Stephen that I don’t even own a car, so it was unlikely that I had been filling up the tank. I told him about my most recent transactions (a payment and a balance transfer), and he was convinced. He cancelled the card, and is sending me a new one. I had previously thought that I would be liable for the first $50 of transactions, but Stephen said that I would likely be liable for none of the fraudulent transactions, provided their investigation shows that they were not mine. I’m confident that will happen.

I was a bit stunned, so I didn’t ask him the obvious question: how much had they charged to my card? I guess I’ll find out when the paperwork gets here.

But now I have to figure out how this happened. How did they get just that one card, and nothing else?

The only clue I have is a memory. I don’t recall the exact day, but I do remember an incident at my gym. I always keep my wallet in the same pocket (right rear), but there was a day last week where I came back to my gym locker after a workout, and when I went to put on my pants, my wallet was in the wrong pocket. I had looked at my wallet at the time, but didn’t see anything missing. My Providian Visa may have been missing, though; I might have failed to notice it because it’s usually hidden behind my BofA Visa.

I had brushed the incident off, but not without wondering if it was a phildickian moment, akin to the scene in “Time Out of Joint” where the hero goes down what he thought was a three-step stairway, but found it was only two steps.

Now, I believe that, somehow, someone had gotten into my locker, gone through my wallet, and stolen this credit card. Still seems strange to me, though. The simplest scenario is that I had forgotten to lock it. That feels unlikely to me, since, in addition to my wallet, I normally have my larger iPod, and my laptop, in my backpack, and I certainly did on the day of the above-described incident. That knowledge leads me to lock my locker every time I leave it. But memory is a fluid and fallible thing, so it’s possible I’m not remembering it.

Another oddness is that they didn’t take anything else of mine – my drivers’ license (yes, I have a drivers’ license but no car), my debit card and other Visa, my bus pass. But the thing about all of those is that they all have my picture on them – normal for drivers’ licenses and my permanent, county-issued bus pass, but thanks to Bank of America’s focus on security and customer service, both of my cards issued by BofA have my picture on them, as well. I want to give BofA a huge, wet, sloppy kiss for that.

At any rate, this should all turn out to be, if not a positive experience, at least not a negative one. I will probably not be out any money, I’m getting a replacement card, and nothing else seems to have been stolen. I’m going to have to be more cautious at the gym, though, and I might buy a new lock, just in case whoever got my card picked the lock. And, of course, I’ll have to pay close attention to see if any other personal information of mine was stolen, also.

Live and learn, I guess.