Maybe it's just bitterness, because I can't justify the empty calories in regular, caffeine-free Coke, which is the only safe version of it while I'm pregnant (avoiding both Aspartame and caffeine) and I haven't had any for months (okay, I've had about eight sips here and there).
I hate the new "I'd like to buy the world a Coke" commercial.
When I hear, "And chill with it awhile" from that dude who looks and sounds exactly like he was plucked out of the early 90's bar scene (refugee from Singles) it makes me want to whimper.
That Christmas commercial, with all the people holding candles and standing in the shape of a Christmas tree, singing "I'd like to buy the world a Coke" was a classic.
I suppose I'm just not hip enough to 'get' the new version. I'll just nip off and become a Tyrannasaurus Rex, shall I?
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
The Science of Breakage
So I'm sitting here, happily using my laptop and surfing that crazy wave called the web. Suddenly, after no changes on my part, none of the sites I want to go to will resolve.
I restart, fiddle with a few things, double check that my wireless card is on (my laptop has a little switch on the front where you can turn the wireless card off--it's not impossible to flip it to off by accident) and still nothing. In fact, my browsers have started to give up immediately instead of trying to resolve the site.
I walked my dead tired ass into the office where there is a computer that is hard wired to the internet connection and everything is fine there. I reset the cable modem and the wireless router, just in case something got munged. Test the connection on the hard wired computer, everything's fine.
Walk back to the bedroom, check the connection. Nothing. Reset the wireless card. Nothing. Restart. Nothing.
Wait fifteen minutes. Go back, click on a few bookmarks. Nothing. Click on one more bookmark out of desperation. The bitch connects. Try the other ones. They all connect. Get mad. I didn't do anything to the computer in that fifteen minutes. I didn't do anything between clicking on the links that don't work and the one that suddenly did. WTF?
Then I came here to write this post. How do things break when there's been no change made to their state? Is there a freakly little timer built into the OS that determines when I get whacked and when things go back to normal, just to drive me insane?
I just. don't. get it.
I restart, fiddle with a few things, double check that my wireless card is on (my laptop has a little switch on the front where you can turn the wireless card off--it's not impossible to flip it to off by accident) and still nothing. In fact, my browsers have started to give up immediately instead of trying to resolve the site.
I walked my dead tired ass into the office where there is a computer that is hard wired to the internet connection and everything is fine there. I reset the cable modem and the wireless router, just in case something got munged. Test the connection on the hard wired computer, everything's fine.
Walk back to the bedroom, check the connection. Nothing. Reset the wireless card. Nothing. Restart. Nothing.
Wait fifteen minutes. Go back, click on a few bookmarks. Nothing. Click on one more bookmark out of desperation. The bitch connects. Try the other ones. They all connect. Get mad. I didn't do anything to the computer in that fifteen minutes. I didn't do anything between clicking on the links that don't work and the one that suddenly did. WTF?
Then I came here to write this post. How do things break when there's been no change made to their state? Is there a freakly little timer built into the OS that determines when I get whacked and when things go back to normal, just to drive me insane?
I just. don't. get it.
Monday, June 27, 2005
See the World From Your Keyboard
You can read about Google Satellite images at Slashdot. I heartily recommend reading the comments to see what people have already found. Tom and I looked for about twenty minutes for Rio Jesus to no avail. A cookie to anyone who can find it.
As an aside, I found that looking at anything I'd actually stood next to in person from hundreds of miles up made me nauseous. I got vertigo looking at the Eiffel Tower (cool pic though) because I know how massive it is and it just didn't compute in my brain that I should be hovering so far above it. The pyramids? Never been there, so they were not a problem.
You really should go look at the pyramids, though. Interesting to see what's sprung up around them, and around what the mister believed was the Nile. (It could be the Mississippi for all I know. I refer you to the title of the blog for an explanation of my cluelessness.) If you can't figure out what the big thing just to the northeast of the pyramids is (with the open spaces cordoned off by dividers into neat little sections, you may have to zoom in a bit to get a better look) come on back and I'll post it in the comments in a day or so.
As an aside, I found that looking at anything I'd actually stood next to in person from hundreds of miles up made me nauseous. I got vertigo looking at the Eiffel Tower (cool pic though) because I know how massive it is and it just didn't compute in my brain that I should be hovering so far above it. The pyramids? Never been there, so they were not a problem.
You really should go look at the pyramids, though. Interesting to see what's sprung up around them, and around what the mister believed was the Nile. (It could be the Mississippi for all I know. I refer you to the title of the blog for an explanation of my cluelessness.) If you can't figure out what the big thing just to the northeast of the pyramids is (with the open spaces cordoned off by dividers into neat little sections, you may have to zoom in a bit to get a better look) come on back and I'll post it in the comments in a day or so.
I Make Little Sense
I switched from the Today Show (sorry CK) this morning to NPR radio when the aforementioned perky morning show threatened to again talk about the star of the upcoming movie who is currently more famous for dating a girl from a WB drama than for acting. (Avoiding Google hits for either name. You know who I'm talking about.)
And now, here I am writing about that nutcase in my blog, because the mere act of switching morning entertainment because of him made me think about it some more.
I once worked the world's wackiest summer job, just before I left for college in 1990, selling dry cleaning discount cards door-to-door. I was average at it, making enough money to cover some expenses over the next year, but I had an absolutely terrible time with my co-workers. They were all devotees of the same "religion" that the aforementioned (or unmentioned) actor is also heavily involved in. They had a little chart up in the office keeping track of the levels they'd achieved, and they constantly talked about it when we were in the car driving to some neighborhood where we'd split up and flog our wares. I remember the greatest feeling of relief late that summer when they hired another new employee who wasn't a crazy person. I stuck with that guy for the next few weeks and we mercilessly made fun of them behind their backs.
I got the creepiest good luck card from them when I left at the end of the summer. I should have kept it but I put it in the trash as soon as I got home, the stuff they signed in it was so freaky.
I was a little curious about the details, I have to admit, because they were so darn secretive. When I bought a book called Bigger Secrets: More Than 125 Things They Prayed You'd Never Find Out, (link goes to a choice page from that book's ToC on Amazon--I get no kickback if you decide to buy it, just so you know) I have to admit that I was delighted to see the subject of what's going on behind all that smoke, mist, and volcano on those stupid commercials from the 1980's covered very well indeed. (Seriously, that book and its prequel are awesome if you're the curious sort. Peruse the rest of the ToC and see if you don't find it intriguing.)
Coming out against psychology and anti-depressants and bashing those who have found relief and happiness in one or both seems a bit rich coming from some yahoo who got roped into the brainless circus that is that particular ersatz religion.
This is why I can't ever see another movie that toon is in. It's not that I'm boycotting him, he's just so completely unbelievable a person to me that I can't possibly take him seriously in his trade. Honestly, if I found out my doctor or dentist was in the same cult as him, I'd switch there, too. This is why the mister will be looking for a movie buddy to see that particular flick, so you may want to drop him a comment or somethin'.
And now, here I am writing about that nutcase in my blog, because the mere act of switching morning entertainment because of him made me think about it some more.
I once worked the world's wackiest summer job, just before I left for college in 1990, selling dry cleaning discount cards door-to-door. I was average at it, making enough money to cover some expenses over the next year, but I had an absolutely terrible time with my co-workers. They were all devotees of the same "religion" that the aforementioned (or unmentioned) actor is also heavily involved in. They had a little chart up in the office keeping track of the levels they'd achieved, and they constantly talked about it when we were in the car driving to some neighborhood where we'd split up and flog our wares. I remember the greatest feeling of relief late that summer when they hired another new employee who wasn't a crazy person. I stuck with that guy for the next few weeks and we mercilessly made fun of them behind their backs.
I got the creepiest good luck card from them when I left at the end of the summer. I should have kept it but I put it in the trash as soon as I got home, the stuff they signed in it was so freaky.
I was a little curious about the details, I have to admit, because they were so darn secretive. When I bought a book called Bigger Secrets: More Than 125 Things They Prayed You'd Never Find Out, (link goes to a choice page from that book's ToC on Amazon--I get no kickback if you decide to buy it, just so you know) I have to admit that I was delighted to see the subject of what's going on behind all that smoke, mist, and volcano on those stupid commercials from the 1980's covered very well indeed. (Seriously, that book and its prequel are awesome if you're the curious sort. Peruse the rest of the ToC and see if you don't find it intriguing.)
Coming out against psychology and anti-depressants and bashing those who have found relief and happiness in one or both seems a bit rich coming from some yahoo who got roped into the brainless circus that is that particular ersatz religion.
This is why I can't ever see another movie that toon is in. It's not that I'm boycotting him, he's just so completely unbelievable a person to me that I can't possibly take him seriously in his trade. Honestly, if I found out my doctor or dentist was in the same cult as him, I'd switch there, too. This is why the mister will be looking for a movie buddy to see that particular flick, so you may want to drop him a comment or somethin'.
Sunday, June 26, 2005
In the Groove: The Second Review
Okay, I've played an hour or two more now, and I have more/new observations.
My complaint about the arrows being too small was completely my fault. Somehow, the game was set on some weird arrow modifier mode called "hallway", and when I set it to "overhead", the arrows were much bigger and more satisfying. Operator error on that one.
When I said I didn't like any of the songs my first time through, I either missed a couple (I hadn't played every song yet, and still haven't) or a couple of them have grown on me. First, MC Frontalot is my new hero. I love The PA Theme and Which MC Was That? The words are so funny they make me mess up the steps. Just ask CK and LWC about that; I was swearing in their living room tonight when I screwed up after "9 sided-die" in one song and "more game than Wil Wheaton" in the other one. (snort) I also like Bouff. Lots of off-beat stuff there and it really keeps your mind awake.
I still really like the choreography in ItG in general. Moreso now that I've played it a little more.
(Keep in mind, please, that I can only play fives and sixes at the moment due to the bun in the oven. I am not qualified to judge on the sevens and up.)
The load times are still a drag. The credits after every set, still a drag. But I spose I can live with that. Still very fun, all in all.
My complaint about the arrows being too small was completely my fault. Somehow, the game was set on some weird arrow modifier mode called "hallway", and when I set it to "overhead", the arrows were much bigger and more satisfying. Operator error on that one.
When I said I didn't like any of the songs my first time through, I either missed a couple (I hadn't played every song yet, and still haven't) or a couple of them have grown on me. First, MC Frontalot is my new hero. I love The PA Theme and Which MC Was That? The words are so funny they make me mess up the steps. Just ask CK and LWC about that; I was swearing in their living room tonight when I screwed up after "9 sided-die" in one song and "more game than Wil Wheaton" in the other one. (snort) I also like Bouff. Lots of off-beat stuff there and it really keeps your mind awake.
I still really like the choreography in ItG in general. Moreso now that I've played it a little more.
(Keep in mind, please, that I can only play fives and sixes at the moment due to the bun in the oven. I am not qualified to judge on the sevens and up.)
The load times are still a drag. The credits after every set, still a drag. But I spose I can live with that. Still very fun, all in all.
Friday, June 24, 2005
Monopoly Live
Betcha it's still boring.
Monopoly Live.
Don't use your main email address if you sign up for this. According to some dude at Slashdot, this might generate some spam post-game.
Monopoly Live.
Don't use your main email address if you sign up for this. According to some dude at Slashdot, this might generate some spam post-game.
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Gatorade Fun Facts
There are some advantages to feeling so queasy that all you can get down is Ensure and Gatorade. For one thing, it meant I got to see the mister when he brought me the goods after I felt so sick this morning. For another thing, it means I get to read the fun fact on the Gatorade bottle:
In 2000, Mia Hamm wowed the Kansas City Chiefs players, coaches, and scouts with a placekicking display, nailing two straight tries from 50 yards and a 30-yard field goal with her left foot.
So why isn't she kicking in the NFL? Don't tell me it's because she's a girl. For crying out loud. Say it with me now: Most of the placekickers in the NFL are girls. So what's the difference?
I'd be thrilled if the Skins signed her. That would be about the best placekicking they've had in years.
In 2000, Mia Hamm wowed the Kansas City Chiefs players, coaches, and scouts with a placekicking display, nailing two straight tries from 50 yards and a 30-yard field goal with her left foot.
So why isn't she kicking in the NFL? Don't tell me it's because she's a girl. For crying out loud. Say it with me now: Most of the placekickers in the NFL are girls. So what's the difference?
I'd be thrilled if the Skins signed her. That would be about the best placekicking they've had in years.
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