Expect scattered posts to continue for the next two weeks. I’m off to the Great White North-of-the-Pennsylvania-Border.
My recent blogging has been light; I’m in my fantasy football league Superbowl for the first time, and these players require constant monitoring. (Two weeks ago I was way behind and implored my defense (Cardinals): rather than give up a score and increase my deficit, they should get a turnover and run it back for a TD. Which they did, just a minute later. See?)
Then you’ll love Stair Porn
It’s OK to click. They only show stairs, not how stairs are made.
via neatorama
… when choosing your website name.
The 10 worst internet domain names
But at least they’re pretty funny.
Rating the Halloween candy
The Candy Hierarchy Anew (Halloween Experiment Debriefing ’08)
TOP TIER
(caramel, chewy, oh my classy)
Caramellos — Milky Way — Snickers — Rolos* — Twix
Going back three decades or so to how I would rate things: Rolos and Twix do not appear near the top of my list; I rate Kit-Kat higher than Twix. Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups were in the top tier, along with the caramel/fudge cubes. Milky Way rates slightly below Snickers. I don’t see Mr. Goodbar listed — that goes in the post-tertiary level. I drop Junior Mints waaay down; in my youth I could not abide what mint did to the taste of chocolate. Smarties, OTOH (or in the other hand) were not bottom-tier.
Don’t try this at home. Or at the mall.
more music charts
No, it should have been a Venn diagram. They’re all idiots.
Body still on west-coast time, but with an east-coast schedule. There is much caffeine in my future.
Thoughts from this past week:
Airline travel really sucks. There is no space in coach, and the seats are really uncomfortable — my back still hurts. Next thing you know they will charge for air.
Note to TSA guy: if you are going to admonish me for not following the procedure going through the checkpoint (my shoes were on top of my laptop), it would help if someone would tell us what the procedures actually are. They aren’t posted anywhere. So I’ll say now what I couldn’t say then: bite me.
To the lady that tilted her seat back, almost pinning me in. And then giving me and my row-mates a movie-theater international-symbol-for-annoyed scowling-over-the-shoulder glance every time someone got up (it’s a six-hour flight) and having to grab your headrest. Caveat emptor. Thanks for finally cluing in somewhere over Nevada and straightening your seat.
It is not really comforting to know that the cabbies in Monterey are just as crazy as the ones in DC. We ran a red light. Not a yellow-oh-it-just-turned red light. A red, one-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand three red light. We weren’t in that much of a hurry. The tip was a thank-you for not killing us.
The government travel system shouldn’t book me on a flight as standby. It’s not fun to get to the counter and be told, “Oh, we’re oversold on this flight. We’ll try to get you on.” I made it, but … United — you overbooked a 28-passenger flight by at least 4 seats. What’s up with that? Even if you really routinely get >15% cancellations, do you not understand small-number statistics? It was a hop from Monterey to San Francisco, and you paid cab fare to SF and a round-trip ticket for each one. Wow.
Murphy’s law does not disappoint. Backup scripts failed a week ago, knowing I wasn’t around to check. Of course, most of us were gone, so there wasn’t much to back up. Barely made a dent in the stuff that piled up while I was away.
Return to sender: Artist puts Royal Mail to the test
To put [letter carriers] to the test she concealed the addresses of 130 letters to herself in a series of increasingly complex puzzles and ciphers. Among the disguises she employed were dot-to-dot drawings, anagrams and cartoons. The answer, it seems, was very far indeed. Amazingly, only 10 failed to complete their journey back to her.