Archive for September, 2009

The shit’s really been hitting the fan in the last 24 hours.

Samoa shook from an 8.3 earthquake and was hit by a deadly tsunami.  I ate some of that once.  Made me puke.  I think it was spoiled.  I don’t eat Japanese anymore.

Then Indonesia said “You guys can’t know how to do tsunamis.  Here, watch this.”  So they tried to one-up them with their own earthquake, but only got it up to 7.6.   Not so much as a ripple in the coffee cup, but they killed a shit load of people trying.

Vietnam and the Philippines are getting hammered by typhoons.  Typhoon Parma is a Cat 4 as I speak and they are predicting a Cat 5.  FUCK!  That’s the second Cat 5 over there in the last few weeks.  It’s a cesspool of activity this year.  WTF, Chuck?  I get my intel from the Tropical Storm Risk guys. 

Turns out a skull fragment the Soviet Union thought was Hitler’s was a woman’s.  Know how they figured it out?  The brain cavity was larger than a man’s.

Will Ferrell is having another kid.  Who would even fuck that dude?

Melissa Etheridge is still cancer free.  She said she pays closer attention to the food she puts in her mouth, but she’s still munching carpet.  Who would even fuck that dude?

Justin Timberlake and Jessica Biel are still on.  Now you and I both know that because they had to bring that up, if it’s not already over, it will be soon.

Miley Cyrus has strep throat.  God, why couldn’t it have been Jillian Michaels?

Dennis Hopper was hospitalized with flu-like symptoms.  He was wearing an oxygen mask when they wheeled him in.  That wasn’t oxygen.

Peter Fonda said the authorities are wasting their time arresting Roman Polanski.  He said they should go after Dennis Hopper.

An unresponsive pilot crashed in Indiana as F-16′s chased his ass.  Now that Bush is out of office there’s no one telling these pilots which buildings to hit.

True stuff.  I ain’t making any of it up.  Thank you, drive thru.

In my previous post about those PayPal popups popping up when clicking the Exit link, I have an update.

UPDATE:  I went to my PayPal account today and low and behold, NO MORE POPUPS ON EXIT.  Everyone clap and be happy.  Hopefully they got tons of complaints from irritated account holders.  Or perhaps that method of generating money (via people clicking on ads)  wasn’t as profitable as they had hoped for.  Either way, I’m glad they’re gone.

I see PayPal is undergoing another renovation.  I’m thankful for that change, too.  That last redo was horrible.  When I log into my account I want to see recent transactions right there on the front page without me having to dig for them, much less digging for the damn link so I can dig for them.  What idiot analyst’s idea was that?  Analysts are morons and you can take that from a retired programmer!  If there is a stoooopid idea that makes you go WTF, you can bet your ass there was an analyst behind it.  fuckers

I use Google Gmail, but not as a main email account.  I only use it when I need to supply an email address for something where I feel there is a risk of betrayal from the person receiving it.  I keep my real email addresses close to my chest. 

It behooves me how my real email address gets around, but I have an idea.  One possible place is when making blog comments.  I think some of those blog owners don’t give a rat’s ass and they sell them for fun and profit.  People, if you make blog comments, it would be wise not to use your real addy.  Ok, I’m getting off topic.

I work on my computer all the ding dong day.  I know Windows has tons of shit running in the back ground, but there are times when it really slows down – sorta like when McAfee antivirus is updating, but it’s not. 

When you run Gmail, you have the option to run the the Gmail notifier in the background and send the blue envelope icon to the status bar in the lower right corner of your screen.

TIP: Gmail is not a mission-critical application for me so when my computer starts to runs like a slug for no apparent reason, I right-click on the blue Gmail icon and click Exit and I immediately get an increase of speed. BAMM, Bob’s your uncle.