Saw this a week or so ago, thought it was pretty funny.
Posted it to Facebook.
Facebook deleted it.
So, . . . Here's to censorship.
-Bitter
Showing posts with label Rants. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rants. Show all posts
Friday, March 6, 2009
Friday, October 17, 2008
Aaaacccckkk! all my feeds are gone
So this morning I logged onto my computer, opened up Firefox to my iGoogle reader and all my RSS feeds have mutated into short feeds.
iGoogle. I'm officially NOT happy.
I've spent the past 40 minutes looking for a way to expand my feeds or give feedback to no avail, it's idiotic.
From the Google blog post: "We've rolled out an updated design for iGoogle to all U.S. users, which includes . . . full feed reading."
My response: "Um, WHERE?!?!?!"
Please tell me that you're not expecting me to go through and re-subscribe to all of my feeds in order to do this?
From the google blog: "I often wish I could deal with all my stuff without having to leave my iGoogle page."
Yeah, well as it now stands, I'm going to have to navigate away from my iGoogle pages in order to view full posts.
I'm not happy.
-Bitter
update: Of course, three minutes after I posted, I discovered the full posts view. It's the double window icon at the top right hand corner of each blog box. Unfortunately, I kept clicking this icon on the blogs that don't burn full feeds.
To all my bloggers out there who don't burn full feeds, please change. It's annoying to only read a partial post, and most of the time I don't end up clicking through so some of us are missing most of what you have to say.
The end.
Update #2: Just found a new neighbor in my hood and added them to my RSS feed. But they ended up on the wrong tab. . . . It won't drag and drop into the correct tab. Now I'm NOT happy again. . . .
iGoogle. I'm officially NOT happy.
I've spent the past 40 minutes looking for a way to expand my feeds or give feedback to no avail, it's idiotic.
From the Google blog post: "We've rolled out an updated design for iGoogle to all U.S. users, which includes . . . full feed reading."
My response: "Um, WHERE?!?!?!"
Please tell me that you're not expecting me to go through and re-subscribe to all of my feeds in order to do this?
From the google blog: "I often wish I could deal with all my stuff without having to leave my iGoogle page."
Yeah, well as it now stands, I'm going to have to navigate away from my iGoogle pages in order to view full posts.
I'm not happy.
-Bitter
update: Of course, three minutes after I posted, I discovered the full posts view. It's the double window icon at the top right hand corner of each blog box. Unfortunately, I kept clicking this icon on the blogs that don't burn full feeds.
To all my bloggers out there who don't burn full feeds, please change. It's annoying to only read a partial post, and most of the time I don't end up clicking through so some of us are missing most of what you have to say.
The end.
Update #2: Just found a new neighbor in my hood and added them to my RSS feed. But they ended up on the wrong tab. . . . It won't drag and drop into the correct tab. Now I'm NOT happy again. . . .
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Excuse Me? . . .
I had to run to the bank today, so I stepped out during my lunch break. It’s fabulous outside, perfect Fall weather. Overcast, cool, but not windy and frigid. I walked past the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day balloons on 77th Street and continued on to Broadway dodging taxis, barricades, and construction areas. This part of town is nice to walk around, since there usually aren’t many tourists.
The bank didn’t take much of my time, so I thought I’d stop off at Fairway and grab a salad. I crossed the street, dodged through the pedestrian traffic and abruptly stopped when I caught sight of the swarm of people attempting to get inside. Um, perhaps the day before Thanksgiving wasn’t the best day to hop inside a grocery store to grab something to eat.
I stepped to the curb and looked across the street. Starbucks? Yeah, I guess they’d do.
I eyed the offerings in the deli section of Starbucks and decided to grab the Avocado Turkey sandwich on whole grain bread since I love avocado. (FYI-it wasn’t that great.)
I stepped to the counter and handed over the sandwich to the young girl standing behind the counter. “Anything else?” she asked.
On the spur of the moment I decided to get a drink, “A tall vanilla crème, no foam please.” I smiled.
“No foam. Whip?” She said back.
Whip? Oh, “Yes, whipped cream please.”
She punched a few things in on the screen in front of her, then held up a shiny red bag. “Are you interested in picking up a pound of our Christmas-“
“I don’t drink coffee.” I smiled politely, she looked at me like I had just grown another head. Yes I know I was in place that was built and marketed around coffee, but hello, I just ordered a cup of steamed milk. You’d think that if I liked coffee I would have ordered it.
“Does anyone in your family drink-“
“I’m single.” I was starting to feel like I was on the phone with my credit card company, you know, when they try to sell you all those security bells and whistles on your card for only $872/month.
“What are you doing for Thanksgiving?” she said.
I couldn’t believe it. My Thanksgiving plans (or lack thereof) were none of her concern. My eyes swiveled between the number displayed on the register and the pointed eyes demanding an answer. $9.XX? Was that the right amount? I mumbled something about double checking the price wondering if she had charged me for a Grande, after a glance at plastic container I remembered the sandwich was $6.25. So yeah, the amount was about right. I handed over my debit card.
She swiped it, then leaned forward and asked pointedly, “So, do you have plans for Thanksgiving?” I just stood there, flabbergasted.
“Excuse me, but can I just have my receipt?” I pointed at my card and the paper she had clutched in her hand.
She shoved them forward. I said, “Thanks,” spun on my heel, and walked away.
I suppose you had to be there, but I was so taken back by her reaction to me not wanting to buy a stupid bag of Starbuck’s Christmas Coffee Grounds, that I was furious for about 15 minutes.
Fern (not her real name) thinks I should have leaned right back toward her and said, “Why yes, I do have plans. I’m working at the soup kitchen, would you like to donate several bags?” (Fern works at the soup kitchen all the time, and so the quip came readily to her mind.)
The Starbuck cashier’s lack of tact coupled with the vibe that I got from her implying that it was not okay to be single is what set me over the edge. That she did it so vindictively and pushily left thinking, “Excuse me?”
-Bitter
FYI: I do have plans for Thanksgiving.
The bank didn’t take much of my time, so I thought I’d stop off at Fairway and grab a salad. I crossed the street, dodged through the pedestrian traffic and abruptly stopped when I caught sight of the swarm of people attempting to get inside. Um, perhaps the day before Thanksgiving wasn’t the best day to hop inside a grocery store to grab something to eat.
I stepped to the curb and looked across the street. Starbucks? Yeah, I guess they’d do.
I eyed the offerings in the deli section of Starbucks and decided to grab the Avocado Turkey sandwich on whole grain bread since I love avocado. (FYI-it wasn’t that great.)
I stepped to the counter and handed over the sandwich to the young girl standing behind the counter. “Anything else?” she asked.
On the spur of the moment I decided to get a drink, “A tall vanilla crème, no foam please.” I smiled.
“No foam. Whip?” She said back.
Whip? Oh, “Yes, whipped cream please.”
She punched a few things in on the screen in front of her, then held up a shiny red bag. “Are you interested in picking up a pound of our Christmas-“
“I don’t drink coffee.” I smiled politely, she looked at me like I had just grown another head. Yes I know I was in place that was built and marketed around coffee, but hello, I just ordered a cup of steamed milk. You’d think that if I liked coffee I would have ordered it.
“Does anyone in your family drink-“
“I’m single.” I was starting to feel like I was on the phone with my credit card company, you know, when they try to sell you all those security bells and whistles on your card for only $872/month.
“What are you doing for Thanksgiving?” she said.
I couldn’t believe it. My Thanksgiving plans (or lack thereof) were none of her concern. My eyes swiveled between the number displayed on the register and the pointed eyes demanding an answer. $9.XX? Was that the right amount? I mumbled something about double checking the price wondering if she had charged me for a Grande, after a glance at plastic container I remembered the sandwich was $6.25. So yeah, the amount was about right. I handed over my debit card.
She swiped it, then leaned forward and asked pointedly, “So, do you have plans for Thanksgiving?” I just stood there, flabbergasted.
“Excuse me, but can I just have my receipt?” I pointed at my card and the paper she had clutched in her hand.
She shoved them forward. I said, “Thanks,” spun on my heel, and walked away.
I suppose you had to be there, but I was so taken back by her reaction to me not wanting to buy a stupid bag of Starbuck’s Christmas Coffee Grounds, that I was furious for about 15 minutes.
Fern (not her real name) thinks I should have leaned right back toward her and said, “Why yes, I do have plans. I’m working at the soup kitchen, would you like to donate several bags?” (Fern works at the soup kitchen all the time, and so the quip came readily to her mind.)
The Starbuck cashier’s lack of tact coupled with the vibe that I got from her implying that it was not okay to be single is what set me over the edge. That she did it so vindictively and pushily left thinking, “Excuse me?”
-Bitter
FYI: I do have plans for Thanksgiving.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Pixel-Stained Technopeasant Day - coming soon to a web page near you
So . . . how does one start one of these things anyway?
Ready. Set. Go! *insert long silence here*
Nothing?
Maybe . . . Go, go gadg-
What? That won't work either?
Oh.
I guess I’ll have to do this the old fashioned way.
I’ve been thinking about starting a blog for a little while, and about a week ago when I read John Scalzi’s reply to Dr. Hendrix’s webscabs rant about publishing professional quality work for free online, I thought, ‘What the heck.’ I might as well create my blog in time to post something.
It's official, as proclaimed by Jo Walton the first International Pixel-Stained Technopeasant Day is on April 23, 2007.
So here it goes. Blog Started.
If all goes well, by the 23rd I’ll have talked my brother-in-law, The Professor, into contributing. I would post something myself, but at the moment I’ve written nothing that would qualify as 'professional quality work'. And no, the 1st Draft of my 96,000 word fantasy novel doesn’t count. (Thanks for asking anyway.)
M. Bitter
Ready. Set. Go! *insert long silence here*
Nothing?
Maybe . . . Go, go gadg-
What? That won't work either?
Oh.
I guess I’ll have to do this the old fashioned way.
I’ve been thinking about starting a blog for a little while, and about a week ago when I read John Scalzi’s reply to Dr. Hendrix’s webscabs rant about publishing professional quality work for free online, I thought, ‘What the heck.’ I might as well create my blog in time to post something.
It's official, as proclaimed by Jo Walton the first International Pixel-Stained Technopeasant Day is on April 23, 2007.
So here it goes. Blog Started.
If all goes well, by the 23rd I’ll have talked my brother-in-law, The Professor, into contributing. I would post something myself, but at the moment I’ve written nothing that would qualify as 'professional quality work'. And no, the 1st Draft of my 96,000 word fantasy novel doesn’t count. (Thanks for asking anyway.)
M. Bitter
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