I hate telephones. They’re a continuous on-demand invasion into my private time. They’re impersonal, anonymous, and interrogative. They are the signallers of doom. Whenever my phone rings, something bad has happened, or I’m in trouble. To top it off, it rings when I’m doing something where answering the phone is awkward, inconvenient or really damn rude.
Category Archives: rant
Vista
Alright… I did it. I put the Vista disc in and did the install thing. It took a long time. The first thing I noticed: Nothing. No choices! No customization other than timezone. There wasn’t any obvious click here to fix buttons. Yes, I am alluding to the fact that Vista is broken upon installation.
Okay, I’m extremely critical and biased… but I’ll try to be fair.
Stalking
I have a stalker, or quite a few… Which is pretty super! It’s kinda weird, this feeling. The overall emotion is a bit of a stew concocted from excitement, flattery, fear, embarrasment, and self censorship. But I double checked and I need not feel embarrased, because I’m pretty good at self censorship.
So I’ll replace embarrasment with something else… something that mixes well with the others… I’ll try intrigue.
Advertising?
Sometimes I read about some kind of bizarre practice some organizations engage in, called advertising. People get all bent out of shape about how many advertisements our youth are exposed to, the message of the adverts, the conditioning… The Internet of course is supposedly rife with them, just teeming with malicious little data mining parasite advertisements. And once in a while some advert publisher pushes the Wrong Stuff on some site. Do you think I’d find out?
Vanilla Extract
What’s the point of something if it’s fake? Image is nothing if it ain’t real. Behold my newest creation: Dæmon Con Gusto!
Everybody has at least one rant about the venerable Facebook. 5 minutes ago I just deactivated my account, and I feel pretty good about that. Almost as good as squishing a mosquito.
It was the crapplets.
Amazing in a Can
No it’s not. Canned = perfect crap. Don’t ever state that something in a can has the potential to even come near a level higher than shit. Unless it’s canned shit, in which case it’s probably at least less disgusting. I’m talking about the Amazing Batter Blaster.
