Monday, August 2, 2010
More of the Same
So.. July was hottest on record - tying the previous record set in 1993. Rest of the week's looking to be progressively brutal.
Man-up and Play
Gotta love living in Deadskinz territory: get to listen to all of the BS surrounding Hainesworth and his punk-ass bullshit.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
As Seen on TV (Guide)
Every time I see "Fire Down Below" in the TV channel listings, my first impulse is that it's a show about STDs.
Capitalization is Key
Was amused to see a privacy site talking about FaceBook giving access to the ids of their users. Isn't the id exactly what they're after?
We Can't Have Nice Things
Cats always look so disappointed after they've just murdered their new, favorite toy (flying/jumping bug, mouse, etc.).
Soggy Internets
FiOS Internet seems to be full of fail, today (any time there's been rain, it seems).
A Watery Endeavor
Digging a hole to the other side of the earth from the DC area would result in drowning... http://ping.fm/u3zzB
Live to My 90s? Shyeah, Right.
The various "life clock" type things tell me I've got more life left than I've consumed. The ache where my liver sits tells me "that's cake"
Dear Squirrels:
I’m not a big fan of sharing the fruits of my gardens with you. However, if I must, I would really appreciate it if you just took the stuff and ate it all. This bullshit with ganking the best tomatoes, eating the centers out of them, then lining up their cored-out husks on top of the fence like some kind of sadistic trophy-shelf makes me want to leave a couple of very pretty, VERY painful poisoned fruits for you.
Yard Optimization
Mowing the lawn's quick if you only bother to mow the really high areas (and turn the other fast-growing parts into garden boxes).
Inverse Expectations
In general, I don't sleep much. If the average human being truly requires 8-10 hours of sleep, per night, then I am what you'd refer, in statistics, as an "outlier". Much like you alway had a kid in class that blew the bell curve, I pull the sleep curve down. My sweet spot seems to be in the "just shy of five-hour" zone. Below three hours, too many days in a row (say, about two straight weeks at 3hrs/night) I start to get muddy. Beyond six hours, and I seem to get into a state where I spend the rest of the day "dopey". And, in this dopey state, I find myself even more irritable than my normal, "sunny" disposition.
Today, I got seven hours of sleep. Possibly more. Yet, I find myself feeling utterly sapped of energy - borderline "nappy". And, my temper is on a fucking hair-trigger. I can't deal with Donna. I can't deal with the dogs. It's definitely been one of those "why the fuck did the universe let me see another day" kind of day.
I'm surprised I'm even writing, given that these are the kinds of days where I most tend to feel like unplugging forever.
Today, I got seven hours of sleep. Possibly more. Yet, I find myself feeling utterly sapped of energy - borderline "nappy". And, my temper is on a fucking hair-trigger. I can't deal with Donna. I can't deal with the dogs. It's definitely been one of those "why the fuck did the universe let me see another day" kind of day.
I'm surprised I'm even writing, given that these are the kinds of days where I most tend to feel like unplugging forever.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Just Discovered the "Fountain of Age"
Today, we celebrated my friend Matt's coming shackling to the institution of marriage. We started the day by having a nice, private-party, paintball outing. Just Matt and nine other friends (myself included in that nine). We wen't to Pev's Paintball in Aldie, VA.
For late July (does it get any later than July 31st) in northern VA, it wasn't too bad. It was sunny, but not (overly) punishingly so. It was only in the low 90s and the humidity likely was only in the 80s. There was just enough of a breath of a breeze to let you know what relief might feel like, without providing any actual relief. Still. It could have been last weekend with its +113° heat index.
Unfortunately, I don't really do heat. I never have. I've always been much more comfortable dealing with cold (hell, I wore shorts to class in January when I was going to PSU!). My professional life has been almost exclusively indoors and air-conditioned.
We played against each other for a couple hours. They were a couple hours, after which, made me feel every single one of my forty years. Mostly, it was the heat. The activity really wasn't that grueling - other than trying to breath the summer Virginia air through the protective mask. It made me long for the days before they worried about making paintball safe - when all they really demanded was a semi-functional gun (with no metering of the velocities) and ski goggles. At least with just goggles, I could breath.
For late July (does it get any later than July 31st) in northern VA, it wasn't too bad. It was sunny, but not (overly) punishingly so. It was only in the low 90s and the humidity likely was only in the 80s. There was just enough of a breath of a breeze to let you know what relief might feel like, without providing any actual relief. Still. It could have been last weekend with its +113° heat index.
Unfortunately, I don't really do heat. I never have. I've always been much more comfortable dealing with cold (hell, I wore shorts to class in January when I was going to PSU!). My professional life has been almost exclusively indoors and air-conditioned.
We played against each other for a couple hours. They were a couple hours, after which, made me feel every single one of my forty years. Mostly, it was the heat. The activity really wasn't that grueling - other than trying to breath the summer Virginia air through the protective mask. It made me long for the days before they worried about making paintball safe - when all they really demanded was a semi-functional gun (with no metering of the velocities) and ski goggles. At least with just goggles, I could breath.
Why I Don't Like My Wife Using My Shower
When my wife and I chose this house, it was, in part, because both of the upstairs bedrooms were equipped with their own, individual, full bathrooms (well, after the lust-inducing size of its kitchen, that is). At the time, we were looking for a home suitable for raising 1.3 children.
Alas, children were not in the cards for us. So, the front bedroom became Donna's clothing and costuming closet ...with it's own attached bathroom.
I am fairly spartan about how I keep my quarters. Pretty much, if I don't have a regular use for it, I don't want it sitting around within eyesight. It's not exactly an area of compatibility when you live with a pack-rat who feels compelled to occupy every last available square inch of vaguely horizontal surface area. So, it was almost inevitable that the bathroom would become a point of contention.
Fortunately, absent the 1.3 children, there was another bathroom relatively convenient to our bedroom. All she had to do was cross the hall to use it. Thankfully, that's what she's done, or I don't think I'd still be referring to her as "my wife". Most likely, I'd be referring to her as "my ex-wife" or "my dearly-departed wife".
So, she has her own bathroom in which she can take hours' long, relaxing baths. She has her own bathroom that she can clutter to her heart's content. She has her own bathroom that she can turn into a haven of dust and soot (candle-lit baths tend to cause the white walls to darken over time). She has her own bathroom that she can populate with every cream, gel, perfume and shampoo known to man.
Unfortunately, what she can't seem to do is have a shower in there. For whatever reason, traction-based shower-rods will not stay in place. Between the forces of gravity - which I'm sure I've mentioned, in other posts, exists in overabundance in her presence - the slightly soapy sootiness of the candle residue on every surface of her bathroom, her klutziness and the weight of a shower curtain, her tub/shower unit does not retain a configuration suitable for showering in. After about the 100th time of having to try to re-place her fallen/knocked-down shower curtain, I just gave up.
The side effect of this is that she has to use my bathroom when she wants to take a shower. So now, theres a colony of her gels, powders, creams and tools in my bathroom. Now there's the soot. Now there's the articles of clothing. Now there's mildew on the shower curtain which she only occasionally remembers to draw taught after showering. I get the extra delight of finding clots of orange hair on my shower stall's wall. I get to watch as the sheetrock next to my tub dissolves, over time, because she either can't close the shower curtain enough or not splash the walls enough to keep water from trickling out and down the shower's exterior wall.
And, best of all, I still have to occasionally replace my shower curtain because, now that she's using my bathroom to shower in, it has the same mysterious problem with staying mounted. Unfortunately, because it's the shower I use, I can't simply ignore it. I have to put it back up if I want to take a shower.
Thanks, Donna.
Why I don't like you using my shower: it's bad enough you yanked the shower curtain down in your bathroom, but now mine?? Argh.
Alas, children were not in the cards for us. So, the front bedroom became Donna's clothing and costuming closet ...with it's own attached bathroom.
I am fairly spartan about how I keep my quarters. Pretty much, if I don't have a regular use for it, I don't want it sitting around within eyesight. It's not exactly an area of compatibility when you live with a pack-rat who feels compelled to occupy every last available square inch of vaguely horizontal surface area. So, it was almost inevitable that the bathroom would become a point of contention.
Fortunately, absent the 1.3 children, there was another bathroom relatively convenient to our bedroom. All she had to do was cross the hall to use it. Thankfully, that's what she's done, or I don't think I'd still be referring to her as "my wife". Most likely, I'd be referring to her as "my ex-wife" or "my dearly-departed wife".
So, she has her own bathroom in which she can take hours' long, relaxing baths. She has her own bathroom that she can clutter to her heart's content. She has her own bathroom that she can turn into a haven of dust and soot (candle-lit baths tend to cause the white walls to darken over time). She has her own bathroom that she can populate with every cream, gel, perfume and shampoo known to man.
Unfortunately, what she can't seem to do is have a shower in there. For whatever reason, traction-based shower-rods will not stay in place. Between the forces of gravity - which I'm sure I've mentioned, in other posts, exists in overabundance in her presence - the slightly soapy sootiness of the candle residue on every surface of her bathroom, her klutziness and the weight of a shower curtain, her tub/shower unit does not retain a configuration suitable for showering in. After about the 100th time of having to try to re-place her fallen/knocked-down shower curtain, I just gave up.
The side effect of this is that she has to use my bathroom when she wants to take a shower. So now, theres a colony of her gels, powders, creams and tools in my bathroom. Now there's the soot. Now there's the articles of clothing. Now there's mildew on the shower curtain which she only occasionally remembers to draw taught after showering. I get the extra delight of finding clots of orange hair on my shower stall's wall. I get to watch as the sheetrock next to my tub dissolves, over time, because she either can't close the shower curtain enough or not splash the walls enough to keep water from trickling out and down the shower's exterior wall.
And, best of all, I still have to occasionally replace my shower curtain because, now that she's using my bathroom to shower in, it has the same mysterious problem with staying mounted. Unfortunately, because it's the shower I use, I can't simply ignore it. I have to put it back up if I want to take a shower.
Thanks, Donna.
Why I don't like you using my shower: it's bad enough you yanked the shower curtain down in your bathroom, but now mine?? Argh.
The Pummeling to Come
In a few hours, I'm going to be getting hit with .50cal slugs of paint for a few hours. Oh well: steaks and strippers after that!
Friday, July 30, 2010
Misseen
I can't be the only one who thinks "Gevalia" looks like someone was typing "Genetalia" in too much of a hurry.
Call me "Mr. Sensitivity"
"You HAD to remind me of that" is not the way to answer back when your wife wistfully recalls the day, 8yrs prior, you proposed to her...
And, yes, I did actually say that, not just think it. I am a bit of a bastard that way. But, still... The look on Donna's face was priceless! Even had I the opportunity to not say it (i.e. proactive hindsight), I'd have to say it just so I could see that look again. I mean, she's gotten to the point where she knows that most of the horrible things I say are for laughs and shock value, but she still has to fight it, some times. And, it's the look she gets when trying to fight/ignore it that's just so darned cute.
And, yes, I did actually say that, not just think it. I am a bit of a bastard that way. But, still... The look on Donna's face was priceless! Even had I the opportunity to not say it (i.e. proactive hindsight), I'd have to say it just so I could see that look again. I mean, she's gotten to the point where she knows that most of the horrible things I say are for laughs and shock value, but she still has to fight it, some times. And, it's the look she gets when trying to fight/ignore it that's just so darned cute.
Get Me To Buy
Since the RIAA started their scorched-earth campaign in the Napster era, I've made it a personal policy to avoid doing things that will put any more money in their pockets. Sadly, this means that I very rarely buy music any more. It disturbs me, greatly, to think that spending money on music I like and on a band I want to support will result in money going to the RIAA. Worse, in most cases, if I buy music through legit channels, more of that money will go to the RIAA than to the artists I actually want it to go to.
I think that, if bands would start putting on their pages "not studio-affiliated: no proceeds go to RIAA", I'd purchase more music online. Of course, that assumes that such statements are true and not just a ploy to get me to buy.
I think that, if bands would start putting on their pages "not studio-affiliated: no proceeds go to RIAA", I'd purchase more music online. Of course, that assumes that such statements are true and not just a ploy to get me to buy.
Stupid Fun
The Jones household: not a good place for verbal ambiguity (especially where exploitation of same might be maliciously fun):
There Are Certain Rooms of the House Men Are Just Not Meant to Go Into...
I am married to a clothing geek. She's in to costuming. She's into making clothes - both for everyday and occasional use. She's also a packrat. So, all of that clothing - all the attendant purses, shoes, and other mix-n-match "accessories" - builds up over time. It all has to go somewhere.
In our house, that "somewhere" is the front bedroom on the top floor of our house. Technically, we live in a two-bedroom townhouse. In reality, we live in a one-bedroom townhouse that has a giant, walk-in closet with an attached full bathroom.
Now, this use of bedroom as walk-in closet isn't why men aren't meant to go in there. No, it's the manner in which that closet is (*ahem*) "organized". To best describe it would be to imagine what an entire mall subjected to an 9.4 earthquake and then blown-up would look like. THAT is the assault that awaits the eyes of anyone that opens the door to that room.
Given my austere/spartan sensibilities, stumbling upon the door to that room when it's in an open state is ...Jarring. It's like looking into the mouth of hell or madness (not sure there's an actual difference between the two ...or that room).
I tend to try to treat that room in much the way that Slartibartfast used the SEP field to hide his craft in one of the later books of the Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy series. I try to just not look at it and I try to not even see it out of the corner of my eye.
In our house, that "somewhere" is the front bedroom on the top floor of our house. Technically, we live in a two-bedroom townhouse. In reality, we live in a one-bedroom townhouse that has a giant, walk-in closet with an attached full bathroom.
Now, this use of bedroom as walk-in closet isn't why men aren't meant to go in there. No, it's the manner in which that closet is (*ahem*) "organized". To best describe it would be to imagine what an entire mall subjected to an 9.4 earthquake and then blown-up would look like. THAT is the assault that awaits the eyes of anyone that opens the door to that room.
Given my austere/spartan sensibilities, stumbling upon the door to that room when it's in an open state is ...Jarring. It's like looking into the mouth of hell or madness (not sure there's an actual difference between the two ...or that room).
I tend to try to treat that room in much the way that Slartibartfast used the SEP field to hide his craft in one of the later books of the Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy series. I try to just not look at it and I try to not even see it out of the corner of my eye.
Phishing, Methinks
Somehow, I haz doubts that the two "FaceBook Survey Invite" emails I've received, today, are legit: neither comes from FB or the same sender
Scripter's Hell
I really hate white-spaces within file or directory names. It always makes file manipulation just that much more of a chore. It also makes programming the manipulation of such files that much more bothersome. I know people love them, but can't they love naming things "ThisIsMyFile.doc" just as much as naming them as they apparently love naming them "This Is My File.doc"?
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Don't Talk to Me About Fair
If, as a minor, I am charged as an adult, would I then be permitted to have alcohol?
Encrypted SD Cards and Android?
Android's related to the Linux codebase (Google's supposedly even trying to merge the code back into the general Linux tree). Linux has some support for encrypted filesystems. I wonder if we can ever expect an Android app that would allow plugged-in SD cards to be written to using a Linux-compatible encrypted FS? I mean, it's great that my BB lets me password protect my phone. However, if someone kites my phone, they can still read anything stored on that 8GB micro SD card in it. If I could find a highly-securable phone (down to removable storage), I think that would be the phone I'd choose to buy.
Pointless Wondering
Among many of the things that (seemingly randomly) occur to me, I sometimes wonder, "how many people are friends with each other because no one else can stand either one?" Basically, are there friendships based simply on the fact that the people in the pairing are have become "friends" with each other simply because no one else would have them?
Wookin Pa Nub
it's kind of amusing that there's even a page's worth of "wookin pa nub" tweets let alone more than a page...
Never Read the Comments
Why do I keep forgetting to "never read the comment sections on tech blogs or general news sites"?? Damn: people are FUCKtarded. I swear, every time I foray into the comments sections, I lose just a tiny bit more of what already miniscule faith I have in humanity. I really get the feeling that if I were to, somehow, lose access to 90% of my intelligence, I'd still be 10x more coherent and factually accurate with my comments/responses than the average commenter.
A Crime Against the Workers!
The vending machine shouldn't be allowed to be out of Mtn Dew. Particularly, not the vending machine at the office. Don't they get that it's the caffeine in these beverages that allow the average person to get through a meeting with something resembling alertness (and hold back the urge to murder someone)?
Argh.
Argh.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Awesome Quote
"Watching most other gratuitously violent and gory movies feels like going to a theater where everyone laughs at the camp. Watching Hostel always felt like walking into a hushed theater and discovering halfway through that everyone was secretly masturbating."
That's about right.
Teh Intarwebz Never Fail to Deliver
Seriously: vegan condoms???
I gotta think that this is one of those "betcha we can make money off these stupid fuckers by saying that our condoms are 'vegan-friendly'".
I gotta think that this is one of those "betcha we can make money off these stupid fuckers by saying that our condoms are 'vegan-friendly'".
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Recipe for Unconsciousness?
- One third of a liter of 151
- One third of a liter of Blue Curacao
- One third of a liter of Everclear
What's That on the Imaging Scanners?
The question is, will Al-Qaeda members be easier to find due to "sparkling" http://ping.fm/lCIqZ
Enough with the Name Changes
So, today, the FUC WAC became the WFC. Really, I wish they'd just change it to the "WTF" and be done with it. What was wrong with giving stadiums names instead of renting out naming rights. The Vet was a great place, in spite of being a shithole, in part because of its name.
As a fan, I shouldn't have to change how I tell people where I'm seeing a game based on the goddamnd name du jour. I miss the Spectrum.
I think legislation should be passed preventing corporate naming of public spaces. This changing stadium/arena/etc. names every time a company gets bought, "re-brands" themselves or changes their advertising budgets really fucking blows.
As a fan, I shouldn't have to change how I tell people where I'm seeing a game based on the goddamnd name du jour. I miss the Spectrum.
I think legislation should be passed preventing corporate naming of public spaces. This changing stadium/arena/etc. names every time a company gets bought, "re-brands" themselves or changes their advertising budgets really fucking blows.
Wither Android?
So... If Apple and VZ actually do business next year, will the growth of Android be halted?
What's That at My Window?
There is an evil death-orb poking its way through my room's window. Does not seem to respond to the "go away" bird, either.
A Mistake in the "Prepared Foods" Section
I knew it was a mistake before I did it, but, for whatever reason, I picked up sushi from the Safeway next to my hotel.
"Mmmm" may be too strong of a term to apply to Safeway sushi. :p
"Mmmm" may be too strong of a term to apply to Safeway sushi. :p
Timing's Everything
I really should only be seeing the sunrise BEFORE going to bed for the night - not waking up from the night's sleep.
Monday, July 26, 2010
How Does eHarmony Have a Freaking Sale?
Might have to jump right the hell on eHarmony's biggest sale ever. I mean, I'm just the kind of customer they're after, right?
Smells Like Pig Spirit
The smell of bacon-draped meatloaf is suffusing the house. Dinner soon, methinks.
Where The Fun Is
It greatly pleases me to *not* be the pinnacle of enlightenment. Life's much more fun in the gutters.
Money Weirdo
Ok. I think I've gotten kinda weird about money - at least, weird for being a member of a consumption-oriented culture like the one I live in.
When I first got out of college, I was accustomed to carrying credit card debt, month to month. However, about ten years ago, I started to look at what I was doing and paying attention to just how much money I was pissing away on debt service. So, over the course of a couple years, I very systematically worked to wipe out all of my unsecured debt. By about my second or third year of marriage, I was carrying no revolving or unsecured debt (not much I can do about mortgage).
As part of that process, each time I cleared debt, the money I had been spending on credit card interest, I redirected towards savings. I put away as much as I can in my 401(k), I put about $300 (or so) per paycheck into my "rainy day" accounts and another couple hundred dollars per month into a brokerage account. Any money I put into my "liquid" account that I don't spend in a given month, I toss into my "rainy day" account.
I've structured most of my bills into predictable chunks. I've got my utilities, my comms (TV/Internet/cellular), insurance and such on "auto-pay" arrangements. I've set up budget billing for things like my utilities. I funnel as many of these things through "rewards" credit cards so that I can make one, single payment per month and earn points on as many dollars spent as possible. I also try my damnedest to be able to not carry any revolving debt.
Net result: in any given year, instead of paying hundreds in dollars in debt-service or overdraft or late fees, I make nearly $500-$1000/year in rewards.
I've also redone my mortgage a couple times. The first was in an effort to take equity out so I could do some much-needed improvements (and, happened to be able to drop my interest rate by over one percentage point in the bargain). The second was so I could drop my interest rate another one-and-a-half percentage points. So, I'm doing decent there, as well, as far as freeing up funds go.
I even periodically review my expenses and see where I can make the system work for me to reduce outlays or otherwise just increase the value of every dollar I spend.
Basically, even though I make a respectable salary, I act like I don't. Much of my activities, essentially, are hiding money from myself. It's allowed me to have savings, but I've done so in a way that makes it feel like I'm still living paycheck to paycheck. So, when expenses do come up and I do dip into savings, I get the same kind of angst I'd have were I going into debt to others rather than debt to myself. The only way to overcome the angst (and not very well, I might add) is to remind myself that I'm only "in debt" to me. Still: eating into that "rainy day" fund triggers fears about "what if that rainy day comes before you can put yourself back in shape"?
I honestly don't get how people are able to get into big, optional debt piles, given how just reducing my savings makes me feel. Ugh.
When I first got out of college, I was accustomed to carrying credit card debt, month to month. However, about ten years ago, I started to look at what I was doing and paying attention to just how much money I was pissing away on debt service. So, over the course of a couple years, I very systematically worked to wipe out all of my unsecured debt. By about my second or third year of marriage, I was carrying no revolving or unsecured debt (not much I can do about mortgage).
As part of that process, each time I cleared debt, the money I had been spending on credit card interest, I redirected towards savings. I put away as much as I can in my 401(k), I put about $300 (or so) per paycheck into my "rainy day" accounts and another couple hundred dollars per month into a brokerage account. Any money I put into my "liquid" account that I don't spend in a given month, I toss into my "rainy day" account.
I've structured most of my bills into predictable chunks. I've got my utilities, my comms (TV/Internet/cellular), insurance and such on "auto-pay" arrangements. I've set up budget billing for things like my utilities. I funnel as many of these things through "rewards" credit cards so that I can make one, single payment per month and earn points on as many dollars spent as possible. I also try my damnedest to be able to not carry any revolving debt.
Net result: in any given year, instead of paying hundreds in dollars in debt-service or overdraft or late fees, I make nearly $500-$1000/year in rewards.
I've also redone my mortgage a couple times. The first was in an effort to take equity out so I could do some much-needed improvements (and, happened to be able to drop my interest rate by over one percentage point in the bargain). The second was so I could drop my interest rate another one-and-a-half percentage points. So, I'm doing decent there, as well, as far as freeing up funds go.
I even periodically review my expenses and see where I can make the system work for me to reduce outlays or otherwise just increase the value of every dollar I spend.
Basically, even though I make a respectable salary, I act like I don't. Much of my activities, essentially, are hiding money from myself. It's allowed me to have savings, but I've done so in a way that makes it feel like I'm still living paycheck to paycheck. So, when expenses do come up and I do dip into savings, I get the same kind of angst I'd have were I going into debt to others rather than debt to myself. The only way to overcome the angst (and not very well, I might add) is to remind myself that I'm only "in debt" to me. Still: eating into that "rainy day" fund triggers fears about "what if that rainy day comes before you can put yourself back in shape"?
I honestly don't get how people are able to get into big, optional debt piles, given how just reducing my savings makes me feel. Ugh.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Where's Buffy When You Need Her?
Twilight would never have happened had Buffy still been on the job.
I Understand Now...
Since it came on the air, I'd wondered, "why the fuck is the Cleveland Show on" and, then, "why the fuck was the Cleveland Show renewed?" Tonight, for the first time in at least a year, I saw an episode of The Simpsons. Well, to be accurate, I failed to turn it off when helping Donna finish readying dinner for the table - so, I only heard tonight's episode. So, given the state of the Simpsons and what's become of Family Guy since the Cleveland Show came on, I now understand how it continues to be on the air. It's not so much that they're supporting a weak show by sandwiching it between two strong shows, it's that all the shows are now sucktabulous.
Cage-match Fail
I'll never forgive my parents for not giving me a sibling: you can't have a cage-match with an only child.
Cole Slaw
Does anyone, out there, actually like coleslaw. I don't mean in the way of being willing to eat it simply because it's on their plate. I mean, is it something they'd list on their "top five favorite foods" list? Or, in one of those "stranded on an island" or "forced to eat it every day" questions, would it be one of their choices?
Me? I fucking hate coleslaw. Got absolutely no use for it. I won't even eat it "just because it's on the plate." It always horrifies me when I go to some barbecue place and they've sullied the sandwich by piling it on. Keep that shit on the side so I can just ignore it, please.
Me? I fucking hate coleslaw. Got absolutely no use for it. I won't even eat it "just because it's on the plate." It always horrifies me when I go to some barbecue place and they've sullied the sandwich by piling it on. Keep that shit on the side so I can just ignore it, please.
Stumbling Gems
StumbleUpon always finds the gems. But, at this point, I gotta ask, "Is Pravda the new 'Weekly World News'?"
I Don't Get Zombie Contagion
In every zombie movie, ever, zombies seem to proliferate in a geometric progression. In pretty much every zombie story, zombies hunger for human flesh - particularly brains. In pretty much every zombie story, the way you kill a zombie is to destroy their brains.
Given their prototypical hunger for brains and that destruction of the brain is what fully kills a zombie, one has to wonder, "how do zombies multiply" (especially, "how do they multiply geometrically"). I mean, if their innate hunger causes them to destroy their victims's brains and brain-destruction is what fully kills a zombie, shouldn't a zombie plague be fairly self-limiting?
Given their prototypical hunger for brains and that destruction of the brain is what fully kills a zombie, one has to wonder, "how do zombies multiply" (especially, "how do they multiply geometrically"). I mean, if their innate hunger causes them to destroy their victims's brains and brain-destruction is what fully kills a zombie, shouldn't a zombie plague be fairly self-limiting?
Going to "the Movies"
Ok, first, I'm a cheap bastard. So, if I'm going to plunk down my money for something, I gotta find value in it. When I saw Avatar, I didn't feel like I was getting ripped off. Hell, I don't think I even really recalled paying extra to see it in the full 3D "experience". I know that I probably did, but, it "delivered" so I didn't really notice the ticket price differential.
That said, as more movies have come out in 3D - and the 3D failed to add much, of note, to the experience - I've become acutely aware of how much they've been gouging me to see something in 3D.
My local theatres are expensive. It used to be, you could at least mitigate some of that expense by going to see a matinee. It used to be, you could get a discount with a start time as late as 18:00. Then, they dialed it back to 17:30, then 17:00. The last time I remember getting a discount, the cutoff was either 16:00 or 16:30. I haven't noticed any discounts, lately. So, even if I go see an afternoon movie, all I'm doing is avoiding crowds (but, even then, only during the school year on weekdays). I'm still paying $10 (or more) per seat, just to see something. Then, the local theatres want to tack on an additional fee for films presented in digital format. If I want to see something in IMAX, there's a different fee. If I want to see something in 3D, there's yet another fee.
Now, the IMAX that's available in Northern VA is not the kind of IMAX you used to get at the Smithsonian or other museums. It's just a digital presentation technology made by the IMAX company. So, even though it says "IMAX" on the theatre, it's not what I expect from an IMAX movie. So, in general, I skip that add-on.
When Avatar came out, I was rather pleased with the 3D effect. When I saw UP, I was decently pleased (though, it wasn't a critical component of the presentation). When I saw the new Alice, I saw it twice in 3D: once in theatre where the screening was VERY dark and muddy; once in a theatre where it was bright and crisp. I'd seen a few other 3D presentations, as well, but was becoming progressively less enthralled by the effect. Between the lines and the fees - and the realization that taking my wife to see a movie was costing nearly $30 without snacks or drinks - I've stopped seeing movies in 3D. At this point, unless I'm convinced, before hand, that a movie really must be seen in 3D, I won't pay the extra $3/seat to do so. Typically, I wait to hear what others have said on the value of a movie's 3D before seeing it. Apparently, I'm not the only one doing so.
Worse, because of the add-on, I've been made acutely aware of the prices of tickets. I mean, I always knew they were expensive. What I hadn't realized was the previously-noted evaporation of matinee-pricing. Snacks were always ridiculously expensive, but, I just sucked it up. Any more, though, I just can't. It's not that I don't have the money - I just am not seeing the value. I mean, it's gotten to the point with movie pricing that I'm spending as much to go see a movie as I might for a decent meal at a restaurant. At least with the restaurant, I'm fairly certain about how I'm going to feel about my meal. With the movies, it's always a gamble. I'm not inclined to just piss money away. So, unless I'm fairly certain a movie is going to be worth it, I wait for it to hit video.
I mean, yeah, I don't get the ginormo screen, but, with the multiplexes, unless I'm paying to see it opening week, I'm frequently not getting a ginormo screen experience. Worse, if I go during that opening week or two, I'm packed into the theatre with a bunch of noisey, ill-mannered people. If I have patience, I can watch in the comfort of my own home with good snacks (that are worth their price) and not have to worry about phone interruptions, squalling babies, someone kicking my seat, etc. And, given the price of an Amazon, Zune or even NetFlix presentation, I just have a hard time justifying going down to the local googolplex.
That said, as more movies have come out in 3D - and the 3D failed to add much, of note, to the experience - I've become acutely aware of how much they've been gouging me to see something in 3D.
My local theatres are expensive. It used to be, you could at least mitigate some of that expense by going to see a matinee. It used to be, you could get a discount with a start time as late as 18:00. Then, they dialed it back to 17:30, then 17:00. The last time I remember getting a discount, the cutoff was either 16:00 or 16:30. I haven't noticed any discounts, lately. So, even if I go see an afternoon movie, all I'm doing is avoiding crowds (but, even then, only during the school year on weekdays). I'm still paying $10 (or more) per seat, just to see something. Then, the local theatres want to tack on an additional fee for films presented in digital format. If I want to see something in IMAX, there's a different fee. If I want to see something in 3D, there's yet another fee.
Now, the IMAX that's available in Northern VA is not the kind of IMAX you used to get at the Smithsonian or other museums. It's just a digital presentation technology made by the IMAX company. So, even though it says "IMAX" on the theatre, it's not what I expect from an IMAX movie. So, in general, I skip that add-on.
When Avatar came out, I was rather pleased with the 3D effect. When I saw UP, I was decently pleased (though, it wasn't a critical component of the presentation). When I saw the new Alice, I saw it twice in 3D: once in theatre where the screening was VERY dark and muddy; once in a theatre where it was bright and crisp. I'd seen a few other 3D presentations, as well, but was becoming progressively less enthralled by the effect. Between the lines and the fees - and the realization that taking my wife to see a movie was costing nearly $30 without snacks or drinks - I've stopped seeing movies in 3D. At this point, unless I'm convinced, before hand, that a movie really must be seen in 3D, I won't pay the extra $3/seat to do so. Typically, I wait to hear what others have said on the value of a movie's 3D before seeing it. Apparently, I'm not the only one doing so.
Worse, because of the add-on, I've been made acutely aware of the prices of tickets. I mean, I always knew they were expensive. What I hadn't realized was the previously-noted evaporation of matinee-pricing. Snacks were always ridiculously expensive, but, I just sucked it up. Any more, though, I just can't. It's not that I don't have the money - I just am not seeing the value. I mean, it's gotten to the point with movie pricing that I'm spending as much to go see a movie as I might for a decent meal at a restaurant. At least with the restaurant, I'm fairly certain about how I'm going to feel about my meal. With the movies, it's always a gamble. I'm not inclined to just piss money away. So, unless I'm fairly certain a movie is going to be worth it, I wait for it to hit video.
I mean, yeah, I don't get the ginormo screen, but, with the multiplexes, unless I'm paying to see it opening week, I'm frequently not getting a ginormo screen experience. Worse, if I go during that opening week or two, I'm packed into the theatre with a bunch of noisey, ill-mannered people. If I have patience, I can watch in the comfort of my own home with good snacks (that are worth their price) and not have to worry about phone interruptions, squalling babies, someone kicking my seat, etc. And, given the price of an Amazon, Zune or even NetFlix presentation, I just have a hard time justifying going down to the local googolplex.
Hose Stank
Why does the water from a garden hose always have that nasty, stagnant water, "hose stink". And, why is it that it never seems to quite comes off once it's gotten onto you. And what is that stink, any way? Is it just the smell of the rubber in the hose or is it something more basic. Either way: "yech."
Strange Things Seen While Walking About
Yesterday, after getting back from the farmers' market, Donna still needed a few things from the store for the next few nights' dinners. Chief among these was oil for deep-frying the okra. So, off we went into the 100+ degrees of actual heat (heat index in the 110s). We walked over to Shopper's Food Warehouse. It's a little more than 1mi. walk, round-trip.
The walk was uneventful. Hot as balls, but uneventful. Took a brisk pace to Shopper's, got our stuff and made for home. On the way home, though, I saw what would be the epitome of confusion. Well, I'm sure it would have been the epitome of confusion, but it's equally as likely that what I saw simply wasn't aware of the inherent confusion. At any rate, what I saw was a latino, waiting for a bus, dressed in a Redskins jersey and a Cowboys baseball cap. I'm assuming that he has no real knowlege of either team or their relationships to each other, thus, my assertion that he likely wasn't aware of the inherent confusion presented by his mode of dress.
Who knows, maybe I'm underestimating and the guy was trying to make a statement of irony and lighten the wiltingly-hot day of everyone he ran into. I mean, it is kind of hard to think that anyone living in the DC area wouldn't know the Cowboys/Redskins thing.
/me shrugs
The walk was uneventful. Hot as balls, but uneventful. Took a brisk pace to Shopper's, got our stuff and made for home. On the way home, though, I saw what would be the epitome of confusion. Well, I'm sure it would have been the epitome of confusion, but it's equally as likely that what I saw simply wasn't aware of the inherent confusion. At any rate, what I saw was a latino, waiting for a bus, dressed in a Redskins jersey and a Cowboys baseball cap. I'm assuming that he has no real knowlege of either team or their relationships to each other, thus, my assertion that he likely wasn't aware of the inherent confusion presented by his mode of dress.
Who knows, maybe I'm underestimating and the guy was trying to make a statement of irony and lighten the wiltingly-hot day of everyone he ran into. I mean, it is kind of hard to think that anyone living in the DC area wouldn't know the Cowboys/Redskins thing.
/me shrugs
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Context is Everything
If there's one thing you don't want thinking "outside the box", it's a cat come bathroom time.
A Root and a Complete Thought
The value of multi-posting. While one copy goes to twitter, the copy sent to a blogging site can act as the root of a more complete posting.
Inane Decisions
Do I raid the freshly backed brownies or do I lobby for it being declared dinnertime?
Euthanasia and Insurance
I know it probably wasn't long enough ago to say, "I still remember," but... I still remember when the scare-mongers were trying to argue that Obama-care would result in death panels and euthanasia. Whatever. Made good headlines, I suppose.
Me? I'm more worried that, when the time comes that I won't be able to see to my own disposition; that I won't be able to choose the time and manner of my own ending. One hopes that by the time I'm ready, we'll have progressed enough as a society to make allowances for dignified deaths. Hell, given what keeping codgers warehoused while they wait to die costs, one would almost hope that one could get insurance to assist you in setting up a proper exit. I mean, no matter how elaborate, I gotta think that a clean exit would be cheaper to finance than years of care in a nursing home.
Me? I'm more worried that, when the time comes that I won't be able to see to my own disposition; that I won't be able to choose the time and manner of my own ending. One hopes that by the time I'm ready, we'll have progressed enough as a society to make allowances for dignified deaths. Hell, given what keeping codgers warehoused while they wait to die costs, one would almost hope that one could get insurance to assist you in setting up a proper exit. I mean, no matter how elaborate, I gotta think that a clean exit would be cheaper to finance than years of care in a nursing home.
Transition Time?
Ok. So, I may end up doing my big posts at Blogger more than Tumblr. Tumblr seems to have frequent "ISP problems".
Then again, most of what's been showing up here has been by way of my ping.fm activities, any way. :p
Then again, most of what's been showing up here has been by way of my ping.fm activities, any way. :p
Preparation for Tastiness
Had to pre-cool the house down to 74° so Donna could bake. New loaf of sammich bread and some chocolate brownies w/ dried cranberries!
Oh well, the things you gotta do on a hot, DC-area summer day.
Oh well, the things you gotta do on a hot, DC-area summer day.
My Neverending Cheapness
Anyone know of any VOIP plans that offer unlimited incoming minutes? I don't care about outbound as I can GV to proxy the outbounds.
A couple years ago, I was paying around $50 a month for a landline I was never using. I was never home (travel-based jobs do that). I was just gonna straight-up ditch the line, but Donna didn't feel comfortable relying just on our cell phones. So, I went the next-best route to ditching: I changed to VOIP.
At the time (mid 2008), I opted to go for Vonage. They were giving away a free VOIP router and a set of wireless phones. I could get unlimited calling - including international calls - and a bunch of pointless bells and whistles that VZ was charging $6/feature for. Mostly, it was the international calling that was of interest, as I was starting to travel overseas for work and Donna would need a way to get ahold of me without bankrupting me.
At any rate, I got the Vonage unlimited plan. It was like $25/mo. plus fees. Those Fees brought it to just under $40/mo. While not quite the savings I was hoping for, that was still better than $100/yr I wasn't paying on a phone line I wasn't using (plus, if I wanted them, I could use the extras).
I've been looking over my calling patterns, since then, and even the Vonage plan I had didn't make sense. I've been averaging well less than 50 minutes of outbound calling a month. The work overseas never fully panned out, and, even when I was working over there, we ended up using Skype because of its video features. So, it was time to re-evaluate things.
Today, I submitted a ticket asking if there were any other options. Now, I'd read around, and seen that Vonage (at least at one time) offered a number maintenance plan. It would have cut my $25/mo. (plus fees) to like $5/mo (plus fees). When the CSR called me, she offered a $10/mo. (plus fees) plan. When I asked about the number maintenance plan, it was indicated that said plan had been discontinued. I'm guessing they were getting soaked on the GV-proxy gambit (I'll describe in a bit more detail, below), and decided it was no longer worth having in their catalog.
So, while I'm not saving $20/mo versus my prior plan, I am saving at least $15/mo. Yeah, not much in the monthly scheme of things, but that's still, like, $180/yr.
Oh... the GV-proxy gambit: it's kind of nice. Many calling plans are based on outbound minutes. A call-redirection service, like Google Voice, allows all of your calls to be processed by your voice carrier as inbound calls. You just go to your Google voice page, punch in the number you want to call, select which of your "real" voice lines you want to talk on, and then Google calls your line, first, and then the number of the person you want to call. If you're on a outbound-only billed voice plan, all of your calls become free, since using the GV-initiation method gets handled as an inound call. So, you can initiate thousands of minutes a month worth of calls but have them all processed under your inbound billing rates.
If you're on a "friends and family" or other kind of "calling circle" plan, leveraging GV becomes even sweeter. Since such plans typically makes all such calls free (not billed against your monthly minutes), you can just include the GV proxy phone number in your calling circle. Then all calls funneled through the GV proxy are processed as part of that free network. So, you eliminate using plan minutes.
A couple years ago, I was paying around $50 a month for a landline I was never using. I was never home (travel-based jobs do that). I was just gonna straight-up ditch the line, but Donna didn't feel comfortable relying just on our cell phones. So, I went the next-best route to ditching: I changed to VOIP.
At the time (mid 2008), I opted to go for Vonage. They were giving away a free VOIP router and a set of wireless phones. I could get unlimited calling - including international calls - and a bunch of pointless bells and whistles that VZ was charging $6/feature for. Mostly, it was the international calling that was of interest, as I was starting to travel overseas for work and Donna would need a way to get ahold of me without bankrupting me.
At any rate, I got the Vonage unlimited plan. It was like $25/mo. plus fees. Those Fees brought it to just under $40/mo. While not quite the savings I was hoping for, that was still better than $100/yr I wasn't paying on a phone line I wasn't using (plus, if I wanted them, I could use the extras).
I've been looking over my calling patterns, since then, and even the Vonage plan I had didn't make sense. I've been averaging well less than 50 minutes of outbound calling a month. The work overseas never fully panned out, and, even when I was working over there, we ended up using Skype because of its video features. So, it was time to re-evaluate things.
Today, I submitted a ticket asking if there were any other options. Now, I'd read around, and seen that Vonage (at least at one time) offered a number maintenance plan. It would have cut my $25/mo. (plus fees) to like $5/mo (plus fees). When the CSR called me, she offered a $10/mo. (plus fees) plan. When I asked about the number maintenance plan, it was indicated that said plan had been discontinued. I'm guessing they were getting soaked on the GV-proxy gambit (I'll describe in a bit more detail, below), and decided it was no longer worth having in their catalog.
So, while I'm not saving $20/mo versus my prior plan, I am saving at least $15/mo. Yeah, not much in the monthly scheme of things, but that's still, like, $180/yr.
Oh... the GV-proxy gambit: it's kind of nice. Many calling plans are based on outbound minutes. A call-redirection service, like Google Voice, allows all of your calls to be processed by your voice carrier as inbound calls. You just go to your Google voice page, punch in the number you want to call, select which of your "real" voice lines you want to talk on, and then Google calls your line, first, and then the number of the person you want to call. If you're on a outbound-only billed voice plan, all of your calls become free, since using the GV-initiation method gets handled as an inound call. So, you can initiate thousands of minutes a month worth of calls but have them all processed under your inbound billing rates.
If you're on a "friends and family" or other kind of "calling circle" plan, leveraging GV becomes even sweeter. Since such plans typically makes all such calls free (not billed against your monthly minutes), you can just include the GV proxy phone number in your calling circle. Then all calls funneled through the GV proxy are processed as part of that free network. So, you eliminate using plan minutes.
The Stankness
So, got up today, and took a shower. Had to run some errands, outside, and am now offending myself from the sweat-stink the errands created.
No One Banks On Saturdays??
Today is, apparently, the day that all my financial institutions are doing their maintenance (during daytime hours???). Grr...
I mean, I understand bankers hours. But, generally, my online transactions don't involve any bankers, CSRs, etc. So, I don't think it's unreasonable to assume that I should be able to do all my online stuff, per normal, no matter what day of the week it is. If you're gonna do maintenance, do it during the middle of the damned night!
I mean, I understand bankers hours. But, generally, my online transactions don't involve any bankers, CSRs, etc. So, I don't think it's unreasonable to assume that I should be able to do all my online stuff, per normal, no matter what day of the week it is. If you're gonna do maintenance, do it during the middle of the damned night!
Waking Uh-ohs.
There are days where you wake up and all you can think is, "I gotta get the hell outta here".
Friday, July 23, 2010
GermanSpellingBeesSuck
I gotta think that being a participant in a German spelling-bee would gotta suck.
Pokey Pennsyltucky
Either tonight was "speed limit -4" night in south-central PA, or the speed calibration of my GPS and my speedometer were *both* wrong.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Rectal Bleeding (a.k.a, "Banks are Evil")
So, in 2009 the average household paid 13 overdraft fees in the year. The last time I paid any kind of overdraft fee was shortly before I jettisoned BB&T Bank (I would not shed a tear to hear that their corporate HQ had burned to the ground and wiped out every last one of the bastards responsible for their fee structures). This was at least four years ago. Back then, they were charging $35/overdraft (and were pretty shady in how they piled them on). Thirteen charges at $35 per charge: that's a whole lotta cheddar. I mean, that's over $400/year that just goes "*POOF!*" I gotta think that the fees haven't gotten any lower since my days with BB&T.
Tomato-Overload
Eef: I ain't gonna be able to keep up if the garden keeps producing multiple lbs. of tomatoes per day. Neighbors and co-workers are starting to benefit from it, though.
I'm Likely Making Too Much of It
I've kind of an ethical dilemma: I've been asked for a reference, but can't really provide a glowing one without being liberal with facts. I don't want to write lies, but, I also don't want to write something that's too obviously insincere.
Greh.
Greh.
Dear RedHat:
Why is it that, even though most real UNIX operating systems allow me to easily find new disks/LUNs with an easy to remember command (if they don't just find them on their own, automagically), I need to remember "echo `- - -` > /sys/class/scsi_host/host#/scan". I mean, I can buy that "devfsadm", "cfgmgr", etc. might be, somehow, trademark-able command names. I can even buy that, if such names are already owned, there might not be a mnemonically-nifty command name out there. But still... Having to remember your gobbledygook just sucks.
And, if it's too much to ask for a simpler, easier to remember command, at least be sorta consistent with things. Other operations-that-oughtta-be-commands tend to happen against locations in /proc. Inconsistency just makes this shit pointlessly difficult. Oh well, I guess it gives you a reason to justify the prices for your RHCT/RHCE classes and exams.
And, if it's too much to ask for a simpler, easier to remember command, at least be sorta consistent with things. Other operations-that-oughtta-be-commands tend to happen against locations in /proc. Inconsistency just makes this shit pointlessly difficult. Oh well, I guess it gives you a reason to justify the prices for your RHCT/RHCE classes and exams.
PIE! (Not the Geek Kind)
For breakfast, today: homemade black and blueberry pie. Going to miss when berry season ends.
"Sit" Is Not Just a Request
Sometimes, Puckett has to be reminded that "sit" is short for "sit down, right-the-fuck now" (not "eventually")
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Always (P)Review Before Hitting Post/Publish/Etc.
While amusing, "fisting expedition" is not the euphemism I was looking for. Thank god for noticing *before* hitting the comment button.
I Wanna Be Like Kryten
Since his surgery, Burt Reynolds reminds me of Red Dwarf's Kryten: http://ping.fm/47aG2
I mean, he's not the only one. It seems like a LOT of bad plastic surgery has afflicted the various Hollywood "veterans" - even some of the less seasoned ones. Is it that these people wait till they've pissed through all of their money to find a surgeon and end up with bargain-basement (didn't want to say "cut-rate") facial-rehab? Or, is it that everyone wants to look like bad sci-fi makeup or even drag queens?
I mean, he's not the only one. It seems like a LOT of bad plastic surgery has afflicted the various Hollywood "veterans" - even some of the less seasoned ones. Is it that these people wait till they've pissed through all of their money to find a surgeon and end up with bargain-basement (didn't want to say "cut-rate") facial-rehab? Or, is it that everyone wants to look like bad sci-fi makeup or even drag queens?
When a Face Just Screams "POINK!"
It's hard to trust or respect people that look perpetually surprised. Sometimes, you just gotta say no to the extra botox or facelifts.
Just Top the Damned Thing Off
Can always tell when Donna has filled the tank: the mileage is weird-high on the just-emptied tank and weird-low on the one she filled.
I Shrug In Your General Direction
I see that Caprica's returning to "SyFY" (could they have picked a more ghey name?) in January. All I can think is "meh" and shrug.
Giving the Smackdown
Sometimes, even the NHL will say "no" to cap provision circumvention. Gotta think that, had it been Pens/Sindey, they'd have approved.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
I'm De-Oxidized
If tomatoes truly contain anti-oxidants, I'm going to be rather short on oxidants, soon.
Paperless Tickets (*shudder*)
Dear Rock Gods:
Please make this "paperless ticket" thing not a nightmare. And, if you could, a little less heat/humidity?
Please make this "paperless ticket" thing not a nightmare. And, if you could, a little less heat/humidity?
Bumps In The (Surgical) Road
Apparently, discovery of atrial valve flutter trumps the need for surgery to find/correct a bleeding gastric ulcer.
Miscellanea
I's going to spend part of another day in a basement data center, today. Iron Maiden, tonight, though.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Garden Deluge
The tomato flood is in full swing. We've had to start sharing things out. It's also gotten so we can let the imperfect ones drop to reseed.
I Am the Harbinger of Bad Tidings
Why do I always gotta find the breakage? Worse, why is it that, when I do find these problems, people typically don't see what I'm seeing ...until the horror I've predicted actually comes to pass?
Sunday, July 18, 2010
TV Oddities
So, I'm watching an long-form Futurama episode on NetFlix. There was a scene that made me think, "is there anything worse than an owl infestation?" Well, actually, the whole scene was pretty ridiculous, and that was really just a peripheral thought (right after "who the hell would think of 'owl infestation' as a diversionary tactic").
In Case You Were Curious
For the record: gooey cherry-chocolate brownies fucking rock. Sucks to be anyone who doesn't get any. =)
Perspectives on Cruelty
How to get all the whackos to come out of the woodworks: make any mention of doing something that might be interpreted as "cruel to animals". Frequently, they really aren't actually cruel. But, there's any number of dim-bulbs out there that will get their panties in a bunch. Whatevs.
Truth in Advertising
I really think C|Net should just rename this page "skynet": http://ping.fm/J0qnW
Viral Clarity
Nifty: colorblindness might be curable by way of virus that introduces additional ocular pigmentation (tetrachromacy might also be possible)
Why Bother with External Authentication Mechanisms
I really don't understand sites that say "or, log in with OpenID" then want you to fill out all sorts of account creation data, any way?
WTF: Twitter "Echo Service"
I always wonder what value sites think having a half-page display of "no added-value" re-tweets is.
Sometimes, I Hate the Written Word
I think, for the most part, I've gotten over things like they're/their/there, your/you're, accept/except, lose/loose, whether/weather ...etc. Hell, even I frequently find myself asking, "wait: is it effect or affect" or "is it principal or principle" or "capitol or capital". I think why I find those all a bit more acceptable is that, "at least they sound the same".
However, I still find that there are some errors send a shiver down my spine. I'd say that they were like Freddy Krueger dragging his hand across a chalk board, but, in general that doesn't bother me the way it does most others (hell, many people just shudder at the recollection that reading about nails on a chalk board causes - cheers to you). For instance, I always die a little, inside, when I see someone write "etc." as "ect". You just know that they're the same kind of person that needs to "axe" you a question. You know that when they need to wait to get into a venue, get service at the DMV, or other similar situations, they get in a "que" (though, more likely that's how they'll write if if they're even aware that the word "queue" exists and want to be "fancy").
I really need to stop reading message boards and comments sections on news sites.
However, I still find that there are some errors send a shiver down my spine. I'd say that they were like Freddy Krueger dragging his hand across a chalk board, but, in general that doesn't bother me the way it does most others (hell, many people just shudder at the recollection that reading about nails on a chalk board causes - cheers to you). For instance, I always die a little, inside, when I see someone write "etc." as "ect". You just know that they're the same kind of person that needs to "axe" you a question. You know that when they need to wait to get into a venue, get service at the DMV, or other similar situations, they get in a "que" (though, more likely that's how they'll write if if they're even aware that the word "queue" exists and want to be "fancy").
I really need to stop reading message boards and comments sections on news sites.
Inception: Not a RipOff
Inception fucking rocks. Though, I'd likely have changed the end to use a touch less sledgehammer.
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