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Dear Yahoo,
It is quite possible you've just found the one thing that will make me switch permanently to Gmail.
This had better be a fucking bug. Because you know what? I don't WANT to switch to Gmail. I don't intend, either, to get used to this one the way I got used to the one where the previous button doesn't highlight when you're trying to fetch new mail, so you either have to get into a mail and get back out to the inbox or you have to delete the one you're in or whatever. There is absolutely no fucking reason on god's green earth that I should not be able to reply, WITH FUCKING TEXT AND ADDRESS FILLED IN, COCKKNOCKERS, with ONE click of the "reply" button. Not one click, one back to prev, one reply click.
ADDITIONALLY, there is absolutely NO REASON that my email should not fucking send the FIRST time I hit the "send" button. I should not fucking have to reply, go MANUALLY back to "compose mail" and RESEND, you miserable goat turds.
And you know what? You can "upgrade" Yahoo TEN MILLIONTY BILLION TIMES, AND I WILL NOT COME WITH YOU. I LIKE THIS INTERFACE. I DO NOT WANT A GMAIL WANNABE. I DON'T LIKE GMAIL.
This had better be a bug, and it had better be fixed in the next twenty four fucking hours. Otherwise, goodbye.
You're on fucking notice.
No love,
Me
It is quite possible you've just found the one thing that will make me switch permanently to Gmail.
This had better be a fucking bug. Because you know what? I don't WANT to switch to Gmail. I don't intend, either, to get used to this one the way I got used to the one where the previous button doesn't highlight when you're trying to fetch new mail, so you either have to get into a mail and get back out to the inbox or you have to delete the one you're in or whatever. There is absolutely no fucking reason on god's green earth that I should not be able to reply, WITH FUCKING TEXT AND ADDRESS FILLED IN, COCKKNOCKERS, with ONE click of the "reply" button. Not one click, one back to prev, one reply click.
ADDITIONALLY, there is absolutely NO REASON that my email should not fucking send the FIRST time I hit the "send" button. I should not fucking have to reply, go MANUALLY back to "compose mail" and RESEND, you miserable goat turds.
And you know what? You can "upgrade" Yahoo TEN MILLIONTY BILLION TIMES, AND I WILL NOT COME WITH YOU. I LIKE THIS INTERFACE. I DO NOT WANT A GMAIL WANNABE. I DON'T LIKE GMAIL.
This had better be a bug, and it had better be fixed in the next twenty four fucking hours. Otherwise, goodbye.
You're on fucking notice.
No love,
Me
Anyone on my flist who can identify Java in the wild? I have a webpage that uses a menu effect I want to copy. I can't read javascript as relative to this (from view source) and the view source is fairly insistent that I'm wrong, no way man, it's all just CSS, man, what kind of girl do I take the webpage to be?
I know it's not Flash because I can view source.
Anyone willing to take a look and tell me what the fuck I'm looking at? I seriously just need to know if it's Java or CSS.
I know it's not Flash because I can view source.
Anyone willing to take a look and tell me what the fuck I'm looking at? I seriously just need to know if it's Java or CSS.
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HI I slept like less than two hours last night and then I drove to Olympia and back home and it was all snowing and scary and shit, and I am so tired that I have no sense of object permanence! I had to hold my keys all the way to Olympia because I did not believe they were in my purse, and right now I have no idea whether my phone still exists and this is a problem because I have to call people about shit today!
Perhaps I can shout into a tin can?
I might decide to do something really stupid today, that'll be awesome! I totally think I should do something really monumentally stupid!
Oh, and it's snowing here now too! I guess the next three days are going to SUCK, with, like, seventeen degree temperatures, so hopefully I don't need to go anywhere.
Twitter is surprising the bejesus out of me today, people, srsly.
Perhaps I can shout into a tin can?
I might decide to do something really stupid today, that'll be awesome! I totally think I should do something really monumentally stupid!
Oh, and it's snowing here now too! I guess the next three days are going to SUCK, with, like, seventeen degree temperatures, so hopefully I don't need to go anywhere.
Twitter is surprising the bejesus out of me today, people, srsly.
Send...help...cannot...breathe...
Which is what it feels like when I take my laptop in for servicing because 2008 had a final present for me. WITH LUCK (note that I have no luck) it will be back in three days to the tune of about $300.00, not including the fact that I for some reason bought an external HD that I can't afford. WITHOUT LUCK, it's gonna have to go to Apple, for five to seven (!) for $600.00 In the SCREWED WITH YOUR PANTS ON department, that five to seven remains the case, but the cost jumps to $1200.00.
So I am using the craptop at home to do Photoshop stuff, and my parents' even worse computer for internet stuff and wishing that I'd done something with intermediate top, like figure out if it has wireless. Yes. I have three computers, and I shit myself with glee when I found out that John Williams did the arrangement of That One Song That A Bunch Of Famous Dudes Played. I am a geek, let's all get over that together. Here's a tiny bridge.
Actually, if it comes down to SCREWED WITH YOUR PANTS ON, I may actually just buy a crap HP laptop for a quarter of the price and call it a day.
I am actually a little bit in love with my Genius Bar rep. And not even because he went (as far as I can tell) WELL above and beyond what he should have done to help me out (repeating a hundred times "Well, if I had a job, I'd say start the register rolling now," apparently works). I am not that shallow. No, this is because we both geeked out about a) my flash drive being a WotC giveaway; b) my former job at WotC (I think it was namechecking Jefferson that worked, since he knows Jefferson too, and dude, you cannot tell me "that guy with the Superman tattoo on his arm" because I have dreamt of that man naked through no fault of my own, I KNOW who he is) and, c) my email address. AWESOME. MADE OF WIN AND PUPPIES.
And of course I watched the inauguration. I wish that everyone would shut up about how Obama's African-American, because I have these strange flashbacks to Nazi Germany; given that he's mixed-race, this seems overly compartmentalise-y. You know, "You are more than one-eighth African-American? TO THE CAMPS WITH YOU, SIEG HEIL!" I mean, I have no idea what box the dude checks on census forms, but constantly hearing that he's African-American is like "Wow, we really have to work on this "race" thing here."
Which I already knew.
Also, I realise that a lot of my flist disagrees, but I felt that Warren's speech was, all in all, far better than I had expected, and even a very reasonable speech overall. I also liked the minor religion-checking of Judaism (you cannot tell me that Hero Israel quote was not chosen with that in mind) and Islam (The compassionate and merciful? I don't even care if that IS in the Christiam Bible, I know it from al-Fatiha) and felt that as far as avoiding separation of Church and State goes, it was a fine prayer. I assume this is because of Rahm Emanuel. DO NOT FUCK WITH RAHM. HE WILL SEND YOU HOME IN A BOX.
God, it's been less than 18 hours since I turned in my computer, I've slept for some of that and watched an inaguration for a lot of it, and I WANT TO DIE. SEND HELP.
*criez*
EDIT: NO, STUPID COMPUTER, THE CD-ROM IS NOT NEW HARDWARE. Also, why the fuckkity fuck are you finding the flash drive FOUR FUCKING TIMES??? JESUS GOD I HATE PCS.
Which is what it feels like when I take my laptop in for servicing because 2008 had a final present for me. WITH LUCK (note that I have no luck) it will be back in three days to the tune of about $300.00, not including the fact that I for some reason bought an external HD that I can't afford. WITHOUT LUCK, it's gonna have to go to Apple, for five to seven (!) for $600.00 In the SCREWED WITH YOUR PANTS ON department, that five to seven remains the case, but the cost jumps to $1200.00.
So I am using the craptop at home to do Photoshop stuff, and my parents' even worse computer for internet stuff and wishing that I'd done something with intermediate top, like figure out if it has wireless. Yes. I have three computers, and I shit myself with glee when I found out that John Williams did the arrangement of That One Song That A Bunch Of Famous Dudes Played. I am a geek, let's all get over that together. Here's a tiny bridge.
Actually, if it comes down to SCREWED WITH YOUR PANTS ON, I may actually just buy a crap HP laptop for a quarter of the price and call it a day.
I am actually a little bit in love with my Genius Bar rep. And not even because he went (as far as I can tell) WELL above and beyond what he should have done to help me out (repeating a hundred times "Well, if I had a job, I'd say start the register rolling now," apparently works). I am not that shallow. No, this is because we both geeked out about a) my flash drive being a WotC giveaway; b) my former job at WotC (I think it was namechecking Jefferson that worked, since he knows Jefferson too, and dude, you cannot tell me "that guy with the Superman tattoo on his arm" because I have dreamt of that man naked through no fault of my own, I KNOW who he is) and, c) my email address. AWESOME. MADE OF WIN AND PUPPIES.
And of course I watched the inauguration. I wish that everyone would shut up about how Obama's African-American, because I have these strange flashbacks to Nazi Germany; given that he's mixed-race, this seems overly compartmentalise-y. You know, "You are more than one-eighth African-American? TO THE CAMPS WITH YOU, SIEG HEIL!" I mean, I have no idea what box the dude checks on census forms, but constantly hearing that he's African-American is like "Wow, we really have to work on this "race" thing here."
Which I already knew.
Also, I realise that a lot of my flist disagrees, but I felt that Warren's speech was, all in all, far better than I had expected, and even a very reasonable speech overall. I also liked the minor religion-checking of Judaism (you cannot tell me that Hero Israel quote was not chosen with that in mind) and Islam (The compassionate and merciful? I don't even care if that IS in the Christiam Bible, I know it from al-Fatiha) and felt that as far as avoiding separation of Church and State goes, it was a fine prayer. I assume this is because of Rahm Emanuel. DO NOT FUCK WITH RAHM. HE WILL SEND YOU HOME IN A BOX.
God, it's been less than 18 hours since I turned in my computer, I've slept for some of that and watched an inaguration for a lot of it, and I WANT TO DIE. SEND HELP.
*criez*
EDIT: NO, STUPID COMPUTER, THE CD-ROM IS NOT NEW HARDWARE. Also, why the fuckkity fuck are you finding the flash drive FOUR FUCKING TIMES??? JESUS GOD I HATE PCS.
I fully admit that I am something of a moron, technologically. However, this astounds me.
So, when I uploaded my iPod backwards to iTunes on the new computer, it brought with it a play count. Now, I have no idea where that comes from - does it come solely from what I've played on my iPod, or does it come from what I've played on the iPod plus my work iTunes, or does it come from outer space? - but it comes from SOMEWHERE. Fine.
It also comes from somewhere incomplete. Which is...sort of disturbing, as I just somehow scrobbled my iTunes to last.fm (I know HOW this happened, but it just sort of...DID happen) and now it's ranking things by this incomplete playlist statistic.
So my top eight artists are:
My Chemical Romance (2464 plays)
The Academy Is... (472)
Cobra Starship (271)
Kill Hannah (269)
Eddie Izzard (220)
Fall Out Boy (171)
Johnny Cash (130)
Animaniacs (99)
That's kind of embarrassing. And also, I like statistics to be accurate.
Anyway. I felt I should find out what all the kewl kidz are up to these days, so I have a last.fm. Yay me? Someday, I may even know how it works.
So, when I uploaded my iPod backwards to iTunes on the new computer, it brought with it a play count. Now, I have no idea where that comes from - does it come solely from what I've played on my iPod, or does it come from what I've played on the iPod plus my work iTunes, or does it come from outer space? - but it comes from SOMEWHERE. Fine.
It also comes from somewhere incomplete. Which is...sort of disturbing, as I just somehow scrobbled my iTunes to last.fm (I know HOW this happened, but it just sort of...DID happen) and now it's ranking things by this incomplete playlist statistic.
So my top eight artists are:
My Chemical Romance (2464 plays)
The Academy Is... (472)
Cobra Starship (271)
Kill Hannah (269)
Eddie Izzard (220)
Fall Out Boy (171)
Johnny Cash (130)
Animaniacs (99)
That's kind of embarrassing. And also, I like statistics to be accurate.
Anyway. I felt I should find out what all the kewl kidz are up to these days, so I have a last.fm. Yay me? Someday, I may even know how it works.
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I have a new phone - it's new, in the sense that I forced AT&T to give it to me, but I've had it for a couple of weeks now - and we're still working out the details of our relationship.
Things I do like:
- It works, unlike the ex phone.
- It has sudoku on it.
- It has email on it.
- It's not a Samsung.
- It's not a refurb.
Things I don't like:
- It has email on it.
- It notifies me of new email after I've already opened the computer and read the relevant email.
- It's black, which is camoflage for everything I own. Including purses. (Old phone was red.)
- It doesn't close applications when you flip the phone shut. Which is why I have a 411 minute game of sudoku fucking up my stats.
- It doesn't necessarily go into standby mode when you flip the phone shut.
- You cannot turn the volume all the way down without going into the settings - the rocker switch only goes to 1.
- You cannot turn the outside screen on to check time without starting up the camera - which does not shut off when you're ignoring the phone again, because it thinks this is an application.
- You can start the camera without realising you've done so. It will run for forever if you do.
So, basically, I hate everything about it but I'm learning to live with it. However, I'm thinking I should return it, given the number of things there on the "hate" column, some of which simply have not come up yet. I mean, I haven't had any meetings to go to where I've had to shut the volume off.
Parenthetically, I'm now seeing reviews that say it's terrible, in the ways I don't want - as in, I do actually want memory in this thing. That's kind of...not an option there. Equally parenthetically, I might have found the phone to switch to.
But! The point of all this is that I have finally named an inanimate object, and I've named it Q because it calls itself Q. I never argue with someone's self-definition, so Q it is. The only problem with this is that Q did not introduce itself to me, but instead started sending emails from Q. This is only odd because it was using my email address.
I'm starting to think that Q needs to be gotten out of my life, because if not I'll find out that, actually, Q's been calling a 900 number located in Bahrain, at $24.99/minute, and pretending it's me. I don't know if I can bitchslap AT&T out of that charge.
But let me tell you, this phrase works wonders: "Are you telling me you don't support your vendors? Should I bring up this problem with Samsung and explain to them that you have no intention of supporting the product you are still selling, even though we both know that, if you took this phone back, you would charge Samsung for the problem, refurbish the phone, and resell it?" Yes, I may have reupped with AT&T when I said I wouldn't, but on the other hand, I take pride in knowing that they think I've reupped with them - what's actually happened is that they gave in to me and reupped with me. I intend to hold them to the standard I wish them to operate at.
Things I do like:
- It works, unlike the ex phone.
- It has sudoku on it.
- It has email on it.
- It's not a Samsung.
- It's not a refurb.
Things I don't like:
- It has email on it.
- It notifies me of new email after I've already opened the computer and read the relevant email.
- It's black, which is camoflage for everything I own. Including purses. (Old phone was red.)
- It doesn't close applications when you flip the phone shut. Which is why I have a 411 minute game of sudoku fucking up my stats.
- It doesn't necessarily go into standby mode when you flip the phone shut.
- You cannot turn the volume all the way down without going into the settings - the rocker switch only goes to 1.
- You cannot turn the outside screen on to check time without starting up the camera - which does not shut off when you're ignoring the phone again, because it thinks this is an application.
- You can start the camera without realising you've done so. It will run for forever if you do.
So, basically, I hate everything about it but I'm learning to live with it. However, I'm thinking I should return it, given the number of things there on the "hate" column, some of which simply have not come up yet. I mean, I haven't had any meetings to go to where I've had to shut the volume off.
Parenthetically, I'm now seeing reviews that say it's terrible, in the ways I don't want - as in, I do actually want memory in this thing. That's kind of...not an option there. Equally parenthetically, I might have found the phone to switch to.
But! The point of all this is that I have finally named an inanimate object, and I've named it Q because it calls itself Q. I never argue with someone's self-definition, so Q it is. The only problem with this is that Q did not introduce itself to me, but instead started sending emails from Q. This is only odd because it was using my email address.
I'm starting to think that Q needs to be gotten out of my life, because if not I'll find out that, actually, Q's been calling a 900 number located in Bahrain, at $24.99/minute, and pretending it's me. I don't know if I can bitchslap AT&T out of that charge.
But let me tell you, this phrase works wonders: "Are you telling me you don't support your vendors? Should I bring up this problem with Samsung and explain to them that you have no intention of supporting the product you are still selling, even though we both know that, if you took this phone back, you would charge Samsung for the problem, refurbish the phone, and resell it?" Yes, I may have reupped with AT&T when I said I wouldn't, but on the other hand, I take pride in knowing that they think I've reupped with them - what's actually happened is that they gave in to me and reupped with me. I intend to hold them to the standard I wish them to operate at.
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If I could remember everywhere I've actually created an account/staked a claim on some internet bandwidth and squatted on it/whatever, I would go around and systematically delete all of them.
The only problem with this is that I only remember when something excruciatingly stupid, like "I've friended you on Facebook!" shows up in my inbox.
Really? I have a Facebook? Why would I do that?
Oh, right, because someone talked me into it, years ago. I think I've only ever logged in once (when it was created) and ignored it since, much like the MySpace I have that I don't even remember the address of. Were it not for MySpace's auto notifications, I wouldn't even remember that I had one.
So I probably have about twenty GreatestJournals, most for games past or yet to come, about fifteen LiveJournals, for games past, for the fun of creating the name, for other reasons altogether, five or six email addresses, two or three web pages, a Facebook and a MySpace, and I think I recall a WordPress and a couple of Bloggers too. I might have a Photobucket account, but I don't remember. I have an eBay account, and an Amazon account, both of which I remember because I'm continually surprised whenever I log in somewhere and am greeted as me.
I had an SMS account, but I deleted that when I kept getting text messages from the equivalent of serial adders on LJ.
Fun fact: If you google my real name, one of the very few hits (I've designed it that way) to come up is a web server that was supposedly purged back in 2000, from Evergreen, where I had web space that I never used because it turned into this stupid argument between J. and N. about whether to teach me HTML or to teach me FrontPage.
Talk about your cache.
Anyway. I have no idea where all I've left digital fingerprints, but it's moments like these that make me want to figure it out and go delete all of them. Because really - why keep space I'm not using?
ETA: I cannot believe I just paid thirty bucks for a very small piece of plastic.
The only problem with this is that I only remember when something excruciatingly stupid, like "I've friended you on Facebook!" shows up in my inbox.
Really? I have a Facebook? Why would I do that?
Oh, right, because someone talked me into it, years ago. I think I've only ever logged in once (when it was created) and ignored it since, much like the MySpace I have that I don't even remember the address of. Were it not for MySpace's auto notifications, I wouldn't even remember that I had one.
So I probably have about twenty GreatestJournals, most for games past or yet to come, about fifteen LiveJournals, for games past, for the fun of creating the name, for other reasons altogether, five or six email addresses, two or three web pages, a Facebook and a MySpace, and I think I recall a WordPress and a couple of Bloggers too. I might have a Photobucket account, but I don't remember. I have an eBay account, and an Amazon account, both of which I remember because I'm continually surprised whenever I log in somewhere and am greeted as me.
I had an SMS account, but I deleted that when I kept getting text messages from the equivalent of serial adders on LJ.
Fun fact: If you google my real name, one of the very few hits (I've designed it that way) to come up is a web server that was supposedly purged back in 2000, from Evergreen, where I had web space that I never used because it turned into this stupid argument between J. and N. about whether to teach me HTML or to teach me FrontPage.
Talk about your cache.
Anyway. I have no idea where all I've left digital fingerprints, but it's moments like these that make me want to figure it out and go delete all of them. Because really - why keep space I'm not using?
ETA: I cannot believe I just paid thirty bucks for a very small piece of plastic.
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Dear self,
Please quit hiding from your goddamn work email. You are paid to read it and to reply to it. Knock this the fuck off at ONCE and GO READ IT.
- Self
Please quit hiding from your goddamn work email. You are paid to read it and to reply to it. Knock this the fuck off at ONCE and GO READ IT.
- Self
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Okay, not pleased with LJ's IT ALL FELL APART algorithm.
Christ, I had to type that four times. MAYBE I AM STILL DRUNK.
See, my paid account expired today, and my extended icons expired last week. I decided to wait to reup the icons until I reupped the journal, which, with some trepidation, I am willing to do this week (I really need to find out how many checks are going to hit the bank, but if my student loan cleared BEFORE last Friday, I'm fine) because then everything expires on the same damn day.
I will add that my trepidation has more to do with the fact that so many of my LJ-friends are leaving the site, presumably because of their monkeyshines.
However, all this is beside the point.
When it all fell apart, I was left with six icons.
Why are three of them MCR ones? WHAT. I KNOW they're not even the icons I've used most recently. They're not the newest, either!
Off to ponder this fact, and to ponder the fact that the person who used to drink entire bottles of Malibu now gets goddamn drunk off three martini-glass drinks.
Also, I have an iPod. I am totally NOT sure what the hell the fuss is. This thing is the most horrible thing I have seen - but if it comes down to it, I have to argue with either a CD player plugged in to my tape deck to NOT just cut out randomly halfway through an album...or ten seconds into a song...or whatever...or I have to argue with the iPod to figure out which station will, in a fifteen-mile-on-a-side-square, NOT devolve into static so that I'm frantically changing the station and practically getting killed.
I am thinking I could have better spent the money on a CD player for the car.
I'm losing my voice from singing so much. And so very loudly. Also, I think I am incipiently-speaker-blowing. But...damn.
This too shall passeven if it means giving all the damn cds and the damn dvd to someone ELSE to keep over the weekend so I can do SOMETHING ELSE with my life.
Christ, I had to type that four times. MAYBE I AM STILL DRUNK.
See, my paid account expired today, and my extended icons expired last week. I decided to wait to reup the icons until I reupped the journal, which, with some trepidation, I am willing to do this week (I really need to find out how many checks are going to hit the bank, but if my student loan cleared BEFORE last Friday, I'm fine) because then everything expires on the same damn day.
I will add that my trepidation has more to do with the fact that so many of my LJ-friends are leaving the site, presumably because of their monkeyshines.
However, all this is beside the point.
When it all fell apart, I was left with six icons.
Why are three of them MCR ones? WHAT. I KNOW they're not even the icons I've used most recently. They're not the newest, either!
Off to ponder this fact, and to ponder the fact that the person who used to drink entire bottles of Malibu now gets goddamn drunk off three martini-glass drinks.
Also, I have an iPod. I am totally NOT sure what the hell the fuss is. This thing is the most horrible thing I have seen - but if it comes down to it, I have to argue with either a CD player plugged in to my tape deck to NOT just cut out randomly halfway through an album...or ten seconds into a song...or whatever...or I have to argue with the iPod to figure out which station will, in a fifteen-mile-on-a-side-square, NOT devolve into static so that I'm frantically changing the station and practically getting killed.
I am thinking I could have better spent the money on a CD player for the car.
I'm losing my voice from singing so much. And so very loudly. Also, I think I am incipiently-speaker-blowing. But...damn.
This too shall pass
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I forgot to mention that I made a new year's resolution (which normally I don't, since, hey, I'm already perfect.)
I will answer the phone whenever I am not actively engaged in something that prevents that. I will not only answer the phone when I know who is calling. I will respond to voice mails the same day, and work emails the same day, and try to turn around personal emails within a week.
It's either that or Prozac.
I will answer the phone whenever I am not actively engaged in something that prevents that. I will not only answer the phone when I know who is calling. I will respond to voice mails the same day, and work emails the same day, and try to turn around personal emails within a week.
It's either that or Prozac.
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