In Fidelity's Land

Somehow I have an account with Fidelity Investments. Actually I think I may have two accounts, since I've worked two places that had retirement savings go through Fidelity.

In any case, they're big on sending me mail. A lot of mail. Mail that I ignore, but can't throw out because it probably has some important information on it that could be used to destroy me. So usually it stacks up for a year until I need to find my W-2, at which point I shove it all into a box that I'm going to get shredded someday.

This:

 becomes this:

every April 14th.

But this year I'm going to improve things, so I finally figured out how to log in and set up my email address on the second account in hopes that they would stop sending me so much snail mail.

 It turns out that they also like to send a lot of email. In fact every day since I updated my email address, at 9:47 AM they've sent me the same email saying that I updated my email address. This has been going on for weeks.

I could follow the links and turn off all notifications, but it seems like I might want to be notified for some things. Besides, I'm afraid that if I turn off the notifications I'll start getting two messages every day -- one to let me know I updated my email address and another to let me know that I turned off notifications.

Fidelity... you really need to stop cutting costs by getting rid of your testing group...

A Garden Update

Pretty much all of the plants in the herb spiral went crazy; this is the best shot I could get:

After I finally made a public admission of my inability to grow sunflowers a few years ago, they've been growing like weeds. Here are three bees on one sunflower (click to make the picture bigger):

And another picture of a bee butt:

Some interesting veins on the feral squash plant:

The lemon cucumber is going to produce fruit any day now...

One of the guardians of the garden:

And the other (louder) guardian of the garden:

The Weekly Roundup

Yesterday I went to a Sixth of July party at Jeff & Karen's place. Based on the number of injuries incurred, fun was had by all. (There were no fireworks involved, but the bounce house was the scene of some bloodletting.)

I couldn't make up my mind about what to bring, so I brought three different dishes. It's good to know that I'm getting more decisive every single day.

K-Poo made the mistake of telling Jeff that she was going on a match.com date today, so now the entire world knows. Of course, both Jeff and I emailed her this afternoon to find out how the ten mile hike had gone. Not because we're nosy, of course. It's just because we care. (For the rest of the "carers" out there: the guy was nice, the hike was fine, the chemistry was questionable, mind my own business.)

Other than that it's been a pretty quiet week. I'm back to messing around with Javascript (which is possibly the most poorly named programming language ever), so expect loud swearing if you walk by my house.

Oh, and I finished the google homepage UFO game (http://www.google.com/doodles/roswells-66th-anniversary), which I think is the first video game I've finished since before the first version of Myst came out almost twenty years ago. I'm so proud of myself...