Writer/Director, YouTube viral content-creator and all-around singing & dancing geek
A quick aside because I think this post could help anyone doing a Google Search on this phone number. (800) 454-9078 called my phone this morning and left a voicemail message saying it was the Chase Fraud Prevention Department requesting I verify some recent activity. The automated voice mentioned the last 4 digits of my credit card.
However, working in IT I am always skeptical of anyone claiming to be a bank wanting me to either click a link on an e-mail or call a particular number. I went to the Chase Fraud Report page and noticed that (800) 454-9078 was not listed as a number there. So, I called 1-800-432-3117 which is the number for personal credit card customers. The agent I spoke with asked me many security questions, including previous addresses I have lived at. I then verified three music purchases and one text book purchase I made (all pending) . She ended by confirming with me that my phone was called that morning by their automated system.
So, yes. The number is valid, but whenever in doubt, you can always call the official number on the website of your bank or credit card company. Hope this post was helpful!
I had an interesting experience on the Easy Jet plane from Edinburgh to Luton (a one-hour flight south). Most of the journey, I was fine until the last leg of the flight. Slowly, I realized I was feeling nauseous and what I thought was motion-sick. It was weird because I’ve never gotten sick on a plane before. I stopped reading, thinking that would help. I tried to take a nap, but I kept getting awakened by a really sick, nauseous feeling. I thought I may throw up, so I grabbed a paper bag from the front pocket, but it wasn’t quite the same urge.
I started to feel dizzy. I wanted to tell Ben a few times that I felt sick, but I believed that bringing attention to it and having him ask me a bunch of questions would only make matters worse. I thought if I ignored it, perhaps mind would win over matter. Not so much. I drifted in and out of consciousness (trying to nap) for about ten minutes until it got to be too much. All of a sudden I felt very awake and realizing everything was starting to shut down around me. The sound dimmed, everything started going dark. I felt prickly and I realized I was in a cold sweat and could barely move. I thought, oh shit I am gonna faint. I could tell because it was the same feeling I’ve gotten when I have come close to or got heat stroke. It felt like… crap, really. I immediately felt like David after the dentist, “Is this gonna be forever?”
It felt really really awful and I couldn’t even say anything. Ben was asking me something. He must have realized something was wrong cause then an Easy Jet crew member was next to me giving me water and talking to me but I couldn’t really understand her. It was like I was underwater. I sipped a bit of water. She told me to rest my head against the seat in front of me. That made me feel better until it made me want to throw up after about 2 minutes so then I sat back again. I couldn’t get comfortable. I stopped drinking the water because it made me feel sick. After a few minutes, I started to become more aware of my surroundings. Ben said some of the color was returning to my face, which was a relief because he was pretty worried when he first looked at me and saw my face had gone white.
Slowly I was able to hear and understand things again. A stewardess brought me a bottle of water and I finished my glass too. She said this happens to passengers sometimes because their airline do very fast descents and not everyone can handle the quick altitude change. I’ve been traveling by plane since I was about 8, and nothing like this has ever happened to me. It was weird and scary, but once we landed I felt better almost immediately. The crew really was very attentive and concerned so I appreciated that. Ben carried my backpack out of the plane (and onto the tarmac, strangely enough) for me and I sat at baggage claim for awhile while he got our luggage. My arms felt weird like I was in the middle of giving blood.
Once I had dinner, I felt back to normal, but that was a crazy experience. I have to thank Ben for booking those tickets. It wasn’t till AFTER that flight that he said, “Oh, well I guess that’s why they have the nickname Queasy Jet!”
I fly out Monday and will be in the U.K. for three and a half weeks. My plans include visiting Scotland and possibly Wales. I still plan to blog occasionally, mostly when/if I post any new videos. If you’re in the area, let me know and we can meet up!
I received an email from Yahoo! today explaining that Yahoo Briefcase shuts down on March 30th. I thought I’d take a gander at what I had stored there and ended up running into some gems.
More midi goodness:
And for my finale, here is a lovely picture of yours truly at the Star Wars: The Phantom Menace premiere way back in May, 1999.
A transcript from GTalk.
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me: Who is this?
me: Who? This seems spammy to me.
from penn state
but i’m not allowed to tell you who i am yet
me: What class are we in together?
i’m not allowed to tell you anything that would narrow down who i am yet
me: Okay well is this for a class I am in too? Otherwise there is no motivation for me to play along.
me: So what do you want.
me: What do you want.
me: You sound pretty fake right about now, but let’s hear it.
me: Your abundant use of “Lol” leaves me suspicious to say the least.
me: Just tell mw already.
the criteria for this assignment is to select friends that appear barefoot in a pic
and of course it goes without saying that you meet that criteria
me: Uh huh
and you’re barefoot in the pic
so once we have found friends that meet the criteria, we are required to get them to do a specific task
that’s where the silly part comes in
the task for this assignment is to get them to take pics involving their feet
then there’s an interview
and the interview is a LOT of fun btw
then i have to do a write-up
and once i submit the write-up, i’m required to tell you who i am
me: Interesting, because I go to Penn State online and I am not friends in real life with anyone from school. Which means, you found my email online somewhere. This is by far the weirdest spam I’ve ever gotten. Sounds less like spam and more like a foot fetish stalker pervert.
this really is an assignment
me: I have not appeared in a photo with anyone from school.
I’ve never met anyone from school.
Dude, whoever you are. And I’m sure you’re a man. There’s nothing wrong with a foot fetish. Just go watch foot porn like every other closet pervert out there.
and i’m not a man
what the hell is foot porn
Sent at 2:37 PM on Saturday
me: So explain the hole in your story I told you earlier.
Sent at 2:39 PM on Saturday
me: yeah. That’s what I thought, you sick fuck.
Go watch porn like everyone else. Sheesh.
michelle we really are friends from school
i’m not allowed to be any more specific than that
me: How convenient you avoid answering how you could possibly be in a picture with me.
Since you know, it’s impossible.
Sent at 2:46 PM on Saturday
me: Okay so tell me more about this assignment.
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Damn! I was gonna go along with it and send him some pics of hairy, nasty, pus-filled man feet. Oh well.