It's difficult when you're in a relationship where one partner just doesn't care about the other. No matter how many times the one in pain tries to get the offending partner in line or to logically discuss the issue, the behavior just never stops. In fact, sometimes it gets worse. It's this type of scenario in which I recently found myself. I had been tolerating it for months, and finally I just went ahead and bit the bullet and ended the relationship.
Goodbye Yahoo Mail. It was fun while you didn't serve me up annoying ads or load my computer up with impression cookies. We had a good run. Finally, even though you provide my broadband connection, I just can't bring myself to continue using your self-serving and crappy interface. I'm tired of all the visual spam. I couldn't understand why you continued to blast me with all those horrible Flash ads even when you get money from me every month. Isn't being a phone, mobile, and broadband customer enough for you? Do you really need me to shell out more money to enlist in your ass-raping Mail Plus service? You apparenly don't care. I know you can't be monogamous, and you have relationships with other people, and you treat them the same...even though they don't appreciate your spam in the same vein I've communicated to you.
Well, I've found someone else. Someone who supports IMAP for my mobile device (should I ever need it). Someone who has a cleaner interface, someone who I was actually seeing on the side. Someone who understands that you don't have to clutter the page with shite in order to make your advertising dollars. That's right. I'm with Gmail now...100% all the time. I've already fetched my mail from you, and updated my settings on my Yahoo account so I don't ever have to come to your mean-spirited page ever again. Gmail will take all my Yahoo mail and display it nice and cleanly for me. I might still take advantage of your email aliasing tool, which allows me to create dummy email addresses that pipe to my main account, but again...Gmail will pull all of your tainted content for me, and I never have to see a gaudy ad on your face ever again.
It feels good to be rid of you, Yahoo Mail. I hope you can walk away from this relationship and take something useful with you: listen to your users. They are getting more savvy every day, and they won't continue to settle for your sub-par environment. And by the way...size does matter. Gmail gives me more storage space. I'm up past 6 gigs and counting.
Yahoo Mail users who are in the same abusive relationship and ready to get all 'Farrah Fawcett on a Burning Bed' can find instructions on how to migrate their contacts over to Gmail by exporting them and then fetching your existing Yahoo mail.
End the cycle of violence.
Peace in the middle East, and although I Heart Huckabees, I don't like Mike.
Monday, January 7, 2008
Friday, January 4, 2008
Nature wet my pants
It was all relatively smooth sailing, from a precipitate perspective, until I disembarked downtown and escalated to street level, where the wind gusted around the gray sepulchers of corporate establishments bringing with it gouts of rain.
I'm telling you...the rain was thick. Imagine a person with a bad heart, and high blood pressure, where it's like pumping pudding through your arteries: that's what is was like walking to the office today.
I was all fired up to do a real dorky post for the new year, and was waiting for my copper chipset heatsinks to come in so I could do a photo essay on installing a Zalman VF1000 on an EVGA 8800GT Superclocked...why you ask? For my own vanity, of course. Later posts will detail how much fun the multiplayer is on Call of Duty 4, and how Crysis was worth the wait.
However, the storm today won the primary focus, like Obama in Iowa. So without further ado, here is what my pants did after Nature held them in a wet pant contest.
And if that isn't enough excitement...did you know that Hollywood is once again remaking another TV show? This time from the 80s. It starred a certain actor who led the action in House...no not the cane doctor...the movie House.
William Katt? Anyone, anyone? The Greatest American Hero. And who's 'supposedly' playing the 'Hero' in the remake...the director of 'Bill and Ted's Greatest Adventure'. You can't make this stuff up people.
I'm telling you...the rain was thick. Imagine a person with a bad heart, and high blood pressure, where it's like pumping pudding through your arteries: that's what is was like walking to the office today.
I was all fired up to do a real dorky post for the new year, and was waiting for my copper chipset heatsinks to come in so I could do a photo essay on installing a Zalman VF1000 on an EVGA 8800GT Superclocked...why you ask? For my own vanity, of course. Later posts will detail how much fun the multiplayer is on Call of Duty 4, and how Crysis was worth the wait.
However, the storm today won the primary focus, like Obama in Iowa. So without further ado, here is what my pants did after Nature held them in a wet pant contest.
And if that isn't enough excitement...did you know that Hollywood is once again remaking another TV show? This time from the 80s. It starred a certain actor who led the action in House...no not the cane doctor...the movie House.
William Katt? Anyone, anyone? The Greatest American Hero. And who's 'supposedly' playing the 'Hero' in the remake...the director of 'Bill and Ted's Greatest Adventure'. You can't make this stuff up people.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
This is just too 'low hanging fruit'
What will we do for humor when Bush and Cheney are banished to the Phantom Zone come 2008?
There was a fire today in the Executive Office Building directly across the street from the White House. Dark black smoke was seen billowing out of the front.
I've actually been in this building. It used to be the offices for the State, War, and Navy Departments, and now houses the Office of Management and Budget and staff of the National Security Council and other agencies.
VP Cheney has a 'ceremonial office' in the building.
Ahem. Take a deep breath...just savor it.
AP reporters indicated that the room was cloaked in heavy black curtains, allowing complete and total darkness, save from that of the infernal sulphuric glow from the gaping portal to Hell, which just happens to occupy most of the floor in front of the VP's desk. Staffers referred to the office as 'ceremonial' because, as one anonymous source indicated, "he likes to make his sacrifices to his Dark Lord away from the White House...you know...the whole 'don't sh*t where you eat' thing."
Cheney was located in the West Wing of the White House, and so was unharmed by unexpected blaze, which apparently resulted from the smoking remnants of a recent offering. Fire officials reported seeing several scurrying eight legged creatures crawling the utterly colorless drapes and leaving burning patches of velvet in their collective wake.
When contacted, Cheney asked the fire officials to put him on speakerphone so he could recite arcane commands derisive of Yog-Sothothery, with which to banish the nefarious critters.
White House officials were quick to engage in damage control and released this activity designed to inform Americans on the true identity of their 'elected' official.
There was a fire today in the Executive Office Building directly across the street from the White House. Dark black smoke was seen billowing out of the front.
I've actually been in this building. It used to be the offices for the State, War, and Navy Departments, and now houses the Office of Management and Budget and staff of the National Security Council and other agencies.
VP Cheney has a 'ceremonial office' in the building.
Ahem. Take a deep breath...just savor it.
AP reporters indicated that the room was cloaked in heavy black curtains, allowing complete and total darkness, save from that of the infernal sulphuric glow from the gaping portal to Hell, which just happens to occupy most of the floor in front of the VP's desk. Staffers referred to the office as 'ceremonial' because, as one anonymous source indicated, "he likes to make his sacrifices to his Dark Lord away from the White House...you know...the whole 'don't sh*t where you eat' thing."
Cheney was located in the West Wing of the White House, and so was unharmed by unexpected blaze, which apparently resulted from the smoking remnants of a recent offering. Fire officials reported seeing several scurrying eight legged creatures crawling the utterly colorless drapes and leaving burning patches of velvet in their collective wake.
When contacted, Cheney asked the fire officials to put him on speakerphone so he could recite arcane commands derisive of Yog-Sothothery, with which to banish the nefarious critters.
White House officials were quick to engage in damage control and released this activity designed to inform Americans on the true identity of their 'elected' official.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Hoping for Hobbit not vomit
It took over a year to get all the litigation issues worked out, but Peter Jackson and Fran Walsh are again associated with Tolkien's, 'The Hobbit'...except he's not directing it would seem. He's in the Producer's seat...hmmm. This movie could very well sucketh...having Steven Spielberg produce this year's 'Transformers' helmed by Michael Bay's just barely made it better than his earlier flotsam, 'Pearl Harbor'.
Who knows. It could not suck. I'm betting on the Jackson for making it happen. Maybe they want him in the producer's seat since he made all three of the Lord of the Rings films in concurrent production, thereby saving buttloads of scrill. Who's going to direct? Hmm...there were some rumors that Sam Raimi would take the reigns. Could be good. Could be. Then again, it could stink like that pile of vomit I saw in the BART station last night.
Who knows. It could not suck. I'm betting on the Jackson for making it happen. Maybe they want him in the producer's seat since he made all three of the Lord of the Rings films in concurrent production, thereby saving buttloads of scrill. Who's going to direct? Hmm...there were some rumors that Sam Raimi would take the reigns. Could be good. Could be. Then again, it could stink like that pile of vomit I saw in the BART station last night.
WALL-E trailer
Lasseter always seemed a little smug to me...'I did Toy Story 1/2, A Bug's Life, and Cars, what did Brad Bird ever do! Oh, well if you're gonna count The Iron Giant, The Incredibles, Ratatouille, and the countless Simpsons episode on which he was the creative consultant, then fine. I BIRTHED Pixar and I get to greenlight films!'
Needless to say, I'm looking forward to the new Lasseter Pixar film, 'Wall-E'. Here's the trailer.
And speaking of Brad Bird, his next film (1906) sounds like it's going to be live-action.
Needless to say, I'm looking forward to the new Lasseter Pixar film, 'Wall-E'. Here's the trailer.
And speaking of Brad Bird, his next film (1906) sounds like it's going to be live-action.
24 hours between trains during Winter
Wet weather seems to bring out different behavior on BART.
The train this morning was pretty full. More people want the safety and sanity of transportation that runs on rails and isn't prone to careless brakers or lane-changers. I'm standing in the middle of the aisle, reading Fahrenheit 451, when this gentlemen gets on board and stands RIGHT NEXT TO ME.
Now the train isn't that full...not the full that the after work rush gets where everyone is packed like sardines and you can't help but be all up in someone's space.
No. This morning's train was moderately full, but this guy decided that he needed to brace himself against me. I know what you're thinking...he wasn't getting overly friendly...he was, for some reason, dead set against not moving from his spot and didn't mind if his shoe soles were nestled up on mine. Of course, he wanted to rub elbows as well...just to let me know that he cared. I didn't have much room, to reposition, and even if I did, I find it rude that some people get in your space in order to attempt to claim it. So I kept elbowing back (this is all very childish I know), and eventually he calmed down a little.
I kept thinking...what if this is all a set up and this guy's trying to get on peoplebehavingbadly.com or something. He was definitely on par with the elevator lady.
I kept kicking myself for not having this clever video device my sister showed me...I'd have filmed the whole thing and put it up on youtube. Unfortunately, all I have are his bad manners to remember...and some slight indentations on the side of my shoe.
The funny thing is...well not so much funny...was that almost 24 hours previously, I was at 12th Street waiting to get on and notice this dude slumped over on the brick stairwell rail. Not too remarkable. Then I noticed the sharp, tangy smell of partially digested food and see that homeboy had just booted his sauce onto the platform. It looked pretty fresh too. Chunky in the right places, and thin and runny in the others. Well, if I'd had the proper video equipment you'd be able to participate in that lovely slice of citizen journalism.
BART just seems to be so much more interesting during Winter...especially closer to the holiday weeks. I guess it's because of Christmachannukwanzaa, and of course, The Grinch Who Stole Christmas.
The train this morning was pretty full. More people want the safety and sanity of transportation that runs on rails and isn't prone to careless brakers or lane-changers. I'm standing in the middle of the aisle, reading Fahrenheit 451, when this gentlemen gets on board and stands RIGHT NEXT TO ME.
Now the train isn't that full...not the full that the after work rush gets where everyone is packed like sardines and you can't help but be all up in someone's space.
No. This morning's train was moderately full, but this guy decided that he needed to brace himself against me. I know what you're thinking...he wasn't getting overly friendly...he was, for some reason, dead set against not moving from his spot and didn't mind if his shoe soles were nestled up on mine. Of course, he wanted to rub elbows as well...just to let me know that he cared. I didn't have much room, to reposition, and even if I did, I find it rude that some people get in your space in order to attempt to claim it. So I kept elbowing back (this is all very childish I know), and eventually he calmed down a little.
I kept thinking...what if this is all a set up and this guy's trying to get on peoplebehavingbadly.com or something. He was definitely on par with the elevator lady.
I kept kicking myself for not having this clever video device my sister showed me...I'd have filmed the whole thing and put it up on youtube. Unfortunately, all I have are his bad manners to remember...and some slight indentations on the side of my shoe.
The funny thing is...well not so much funny...was that almost 24 hours previously, I was at 12th Street waiting to get on and notice this dude slumped over on the brick stairwell rail. Not too remarkable. Then I noticed the sharp, tangy smell of partially digested food and see that homeboy had just booted his sauce onto the platform. It looked pretty fresh too. Chunky in the right places, and thin and runny in the others. Well, if I'd had the proper video equipment you'd be able to participate in that lovely slice of citizen journalism.
BART just seems to be so much more interesting during Winter...especially closer to the holiday weeks. I guess it's because of Christmachannukwanzaa, and of course, The Grinch Who Stole Christmas.
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