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Found this while stumbling.
This displays exactly what goes on in my head when I see that commercial. Every time. Source unknown, I found it on the internets.
Originally published at The IggBlog. You can comment here or there.
Found this while stumbling.
This displays exactly what goes on in my head when I see that commercial. Every time. Source unknown, I found it on the internets.
Originally published at The IggBlog. You can comment here or there.
So I have the plague. Maybe it’s SARS, but it feels more like the plague. It keeps changing what it feels like doing to me. The one constant thing is this terrible sore throat. It’s some flavor of agony like a 6-7 on the pain scale between 1, “papercut” and 10, “evisceration”.
Oddly enough, this is the first time any pill-form painkiller has ever done me any good. Usually I’ll pop some aspirin or advil when something hurts, but it usually does little more than reduce a sharp stabbing pain to a less-sharp stabbing pain. I was making awful faces and convulsing my back muscles every time I swallowed though, so I though a fistful of aspirin (a “fistfull” is an imperial measurement equating to 6 pills at 325 mg) couldn’t do any harm. much to my surprise not only did it not do any harm, it actually helped. I’d forgotten I had even taken any pills, when half an hour later the pain started fading from sharp to dull to almost gone. it was actually quite amazing since I’d tried throat spray and like 3 different kind of “numbs your mouth silly” cough drops to no avail. Score 1 for aspirin.
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The “what the fuck?” award of the week goes to the state of Texas for the Geostationary Banana Over Texas project. No, seriously.. what the fuck. The banana is not some sort of odd shaped weather balloon. It’s not some kind of satellite dressed up like a banana for some reason. Or any other practical device in a humorous wrapper. It’s just a big banana. That will float over Texas.
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Everyone I’ve shown this to thought it was cute. Or at least weird. So I thought I’d share it with the internets.
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Looks like we’ll be making up for that dry weather in the coming days:
Tonight Severe Tstms Lo 66°F |
Sunday Tstms Likely Hi 73°F |
Sunday Night Chance Showers Lo 63°F |
Monday Chance Tstms Hi 82°F |
Monday Night Chance Tstms Lo 63°F |
Tuesday Heavy Rain Hi 77°F |
Tuesday Night Heavy Rain Lo 53°F |
Wednesday Partly Sunny Hi 73°F |
Wednesday Night Chance Showers Lo 51°F |
On the way home, I saw someone actually using hand signals in their car instead of their blinkers. At first I thought “what a goon! Fix your lights, scrub!” Then I thought how few people even bother with their regular turn signals, and how this guy is guy is going so far as to stick his arm out the window every time he even changes lanes. That’s a lot more effort than most drivers bother to pur forward. Props to you, hand-signal-guy. props to you.
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So I sauntered into the restroom here at work. I sauntered with purpose. I knew what had to be done, and I was going to do it. Iwas going to be in and out, and nothing could deter me. This is the attitude one should have upon entering the men’s room. This is for no other reason than that it’s “the way of things”. Now I don’t actually care if people are talking in the bathroom… but it does creep me the fuck out when people are talking on their cell in the bathroom. Not like “standing in the corner, I just washed my hands” in the bathroom. I mean like “Hi, I just wanted to talk to you about” (log drops, dude grunts) “that issue I emailed you about” grade talking on the cell in the bathroom. I’m sure it can wait 5 minutes, and I’m sure dude on the other end of the phone would rather not hear you releasing yesterday’s dinner while you’re talking to him.
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I often whine about stupid people. Especially at work. There’s one guy though whose magnitude of stupidity outshines the rest. It’s as if his vocation is deconstructing knowledge and and sensibility, and takes pride in his craft. For the purpose of anonymity we’ll call him Val Polikoff%. The extra ASCII character should mask his name sufficiently. He was our main contact at one of our larger customers, Symbol Technologies% (again, masked to give the company some privacy). Any time they would have some kind of weird networking issue that Val would call us on, we’d have to spend a day or two of what few spare resources we have to sort through it. It would invariably turn out that it was Val who had messed it up. Making “shortcuts†on routing tables or adding crap rules to access control lists. If he would have called us up and said “guys, I fucked up. Please un-fuck my network†it would have been less annoying. Anyways, I came into work this morning and found this:
on one of the other operators’ desks. It made me smile. And I haven’t even had coffee yet. Apparently Symbol% is as sick of him as we are.
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I have to wonder what was going through the heads of the engineers that designed my cellphone when some of the “features” activate. For example, when the battery is low the phone will vibrate every minute or so alerting me to this fact. Thus wearing down the battery even more. This event also triggers all the keypad and display lights to activate. Wearing down the battery. This happens every 2-3 minutes while the battery is low, making short work of whatever little power it has left. There is no way to disable this “feature”. Outstanding thinking, I applaud the designers.
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So I put some finishing touches on my photo album script yesterday. I had a couple epiphanies after spewing forth some boring nerd-babble at her (that she’s so good at putting up with). She gave me some suggestions on fit and finish that my eyes didn’t catch too. Taking this script from its original form and making it do what I wanted it to do was a great learning experience. I thought I’d post it up for the few of you that might find it interesting or useful. Feel free to use/change etc.
A glance at both will show I’ve added quite a bit. My script auto-generates thumbnails and stores them in a common directory instead of downloading each pic and scaling them to a suitable thumbnail size. In a directory with more than 10 pics or so it brought my pathetic upstream to a halt. I also made it represent directories with icons (instead of “not at all”) to make browsing easier. I had to split up the image subtypes to make animated GIF thumbnails behave nicely. The script is still a kludge and could probably use some refinement, but I thought I’d post it up since a few people have commented that it makes a nice slick image page.
Check out this picture directory starring my old CRX to see how it looks (I reccommend not browsing around the directories much, as many directories have images from random places on the internet that contain nasty words and such). It’s nothing flashy but does its job very well for a simple script written by a noob.
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