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Saturday, June 12, 2010
How owned by someone are you when you can't get them out of your head, even when celebrating sport's biggest trophy: http://ping.fm/onKvR
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Dear FB:
Who the fuck is "Camilla Butts" and why do you keep re-suggesting I add her as a friend. We've no common friends, I've already clicked "NO" several times now, and her profile's completely blank/locked-down. Stop, already.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
I'm pretty sure that, were it not for hockey, Roenick would have ended up in porn (looks like Randy West http://ping.fm/2emGS).
Dear Danny:
If you're gonna crosscheck, do it to their heads or necks - you know head-shots get a free pass in this series.
Cribbed:
Our Father who art in Philly, Hockey be thy name.Thy will be done, thy cup be won, not tonight but Friday in Chicago. Give us this day our daily hockey sticks, and forgive us our penalties, as we forgive those who cross-check against us. Lead us not into elimination, but into victory. In the name of Lord Stanley, the fans,... and the Flyers organization.... Amen.
Our Father who art in Philly, Hockey be thy name.Thy will be done, thy cup be won, not tonight but Friday in Chicago. Give us this day our daily hockey sticks, and forgive us our penalties, as we forgive those who cross-check against us. Lead us not into elimination, but into victory. In the name of Lord Stanley, the fans,... and the Flyers organization.... Amen.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Ok. So, I may have to ditch Chrome. The constant/forced updates changing pages' behaviors - often times NOT for the better - is getting old. When I visit sites I know are going to pop shit up, I add hosts table entries to make it so nothing pops up. Popping up an empty frame to tell me you couldn't connect kind of defeats the purpose of such null-hosting. Making it so I can't dismiss the notification is completely maddening. Fuck you, Google.
Monday, June 7, 2010
A man can only take so much. For whatever reason, I decided to do a musical endurance test. I switched my Last.FM station to the Lady Gaga channel. I made it a few minutes, but I thought that my amp had committed suicide rather than play more of it (music just sorta stopped for a bit). Oh well, test complete.
Dear Garmin:
Go fuck yourself with your cell phone application. I can see paying $100 per device, ONCE, but if I upgrade or replace my phone you'd demand I re-buy it? Yeah, not happening.
Oh, and it's mighty white of you to "at your sole discretion" re-license me if my phone has to be replaced due to damage within 12 months of purchase of the app.
Oh, and it's mighty white of you to "at your sole discretion" re-license me if my phone has to be replaced due to damage within 12 months of purchase of the app.
Dear Facebook:
I don't understand your friend suggestion algorithms. If a suggestion isn't a friend of a friend; is no where near me in age or geography, and/or has their profile so locked down that I can't see ANY points of commonality, why would I take your suggestion. Your software should be sophisticated enough to suss out that don't seek validation via friend-count.