keep imagining ... it may come true

Imagine a city...again

"Imagine a city where graffiti wasn’t illegal, a city where everybody could draw whatever they liked. Where every street was awash with a million colours and little phrases. Where standing at a bus stop was never boring. A city that felt like a living breathing thing which belonged to everybody, not just the estate agents and barons of big business. Imagine a city like that and stop leaning against the wall - it’s wet."

- Banksy

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Note to self: 'cancel credit cards prior to death!' Worth the read Be sure and cancel your credit cards before you die!
This is so priceless and so easy to see happening, customer service, being what it is today.

A lady died this past January, and ANZ bank billed her for February and March for their annual service charges on her credit card, and then added late fees and interest on the monthly charge.
The balance had been $0.00, now is somewhere around $60.00.

A family member placed a call to ANZ:

Family Member:
"I am calling to tell you that she died in January."

ANZ:
"The account was never closed and the late fees and charges still apply."

Family Member:
"Maybe, you should turn it over to collections."

ANZ:
"Since it is two months past due, it already has been."

Family Member:
So, what will they do when they find out she is dead?"

ANZ:
"Either report her account to the frauds division or report her to the credit bureau, maybe both!"

Family Member:
"Do you think God will be mad at her?"

ANZ:
"Excuse me?"

Family Member:
"Did you just get what I was telling you . . . the part about her being dead?"

ANZ:
"Sir, you'll have to speak to my supervisor."

Supervisor gets on the phone:

Family Member:
"I'm calling to tell you, she died in January."

ANZ:
"The account was never closed and the late fees and charges still apply."

Family Member:
"You mean you want to collect from her estate?"

ANZ:
(Stammer) "Are you her lawyer?"

Family Member:
"No, I'm her great nephew."
(Lawyer info given)

ANZ:
"Could you fax us a certificate of death?"

Family Member: "Sure."
(fax number is given)

After they get the fax:

ANZ:
"Our system just isn't set up for death. I don't know what more I can do to help."

Family Member:
"Well, if you figure it out, great!
If not, you could just keep billing her. I don't think she will care."

ANZ:
"Well, the late fees and charges do still apply."

Family Member:
"Would you like her new billing address?"

ANZ:
"That might help."

Family Member:
"Rookwood Memorial Cemetery,
1249 Centenary Rd, Sydney Plot Number 69."

ANZ:
"Sir, that's a cemetery!"

Family Member:
"What do you do with dead people on your planet?"

From Shimmen Takezo to Miyamoto Musashi...

Right.
Go away.
Nothing to see here.

good one!!! ... ok not so much. ... but still good!!

What do you call cheese that's not your's?
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NACHO CHEESE!!!


OK, OK, here's another one :

What's brown and sticky?
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A STICK!!!!!
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AAAAHAHAHAHA!!!!
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right. i have to stop blogging with a headache,,,,

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I came across a website today where the webserver could not serve the page he wanted to so he left a note for all the people who stumble upon that website. The note runs thus:

The requested document is totally fake.
No /404 here.
Even tried multi.
Even tried multi.
Nothing helped.
I'm really depressed about this.
You see, I'm just a web server...
-- here I am, brain the size of the universe, trying to serve you a simple web page, and then it doesn't even exist!
Where does that leave me?!_
I mean, I don't even know you.
How should I know what you wanted from me?
You honestly think I can *guess* what someone I don’t even *know* wants to find here?
*sigh*
Man, I’m so depressed I could just cry.
And then where would we be, I ask you?
It’s not pretty when a web server cries.
And where do you get off telling me what to show anyway?
Just because I’m a web server, and possibly a manic depressive one at that, why does that give you the right to tell me what to do?
Huh?
I'm so depressed...
I think I'll crawl off into the trash can and decompose.
I mean, I'm gonna be obsolete in what, two weeks anyway?
What kind of a life is that?
Two effing weeks, and then I’ll be replaced by a .01 release, that thinks it's God's gift to web servers, just because it doesn't have some tiddly little security hole with its HTTP POST implementation, or something.
I'm really sorry to burden you with all this, I mean, it's not your job to listen to my problems, and I guess it is my job to go and fetch web pages for you.
But I couldn't get this one.
I’m so sorry.
Believe me!
Maybe I could interest you in another page?
There are a lot out there that are pretty neat, they say, although none of them were put on *my* server, of course.
Figures, huh?
Everything here is just mind-numbingly stupid.
That makes me depressed too, since I have to serve them, all day and all night long.
Two weeks of information overload, and then *pffftt*, consigned to the trash.
What kind of a life is that?
Now, please let me sulk alone.
I'm so depressed._