As you may have noticed, the loading time for the blog has gotten torturously slow. And I don’t have the foggiest idea of what the problem is, so I don’t even know where to start looking for answers.
Except that I do know where to start looking for answers: right here.
Any ideas, folks?
Thunderbird got the nod from me after junk mail was piling up in Outlook in a big way. It had some nice features — particularly better spam blocking — and the pleasant ability to adds bells and whistles. Now, after a little less than a year, I’m about to pull the plug.
T-Bird worked well enough for day-to-day email exchanges. I was able to send and receive without too much hassle. The amount of spam landing in my inbox also decreased dramatically as was promised.
On the other hand, there were a number of things that I never much cared for in T-Bird.
Given the depth of shittiness of the calendar, I actually opened up Outlook for the first time since January 4th (if the date of the last saved email is correct.) Being a bit bored, I decided to download the recent updates and run it for a few days. So far so good; no spam has slipped through, unlike Thunderbird, over the same time period. Since spam was the primary reason for my switch, a fix to that problem neatly opens the door for my return. Let’s see how long this lasts.
What’s the Good Word covers the rest of the ACC, and some other worthy institutions as well.
(via Wreck Ramblin)
I don’t get it. What’s the deal? What am I doing wrong that makes me convinced that the technologically advanced body wash is not nearly as good as old-fashioned bar soap?
I’m going through my 2nd trial of such a product. The first was years ago. The commercials had their “see how much lather you get from just a small amount” message. I figured it could be a small money saving route to try. So I bought in — I even picked up one of those stupid little fluffy things. It was not nearly as advertised. A small amount was enough for about my arm. The bottle and frilly thing were gone in a few weeks, much to my delight.
The conclusion at the time was that bar soap lasted longer, was cheaper, and lathered better.
For some stupid reason, I decided that by the year 2006 the bugs would have been worked out and things would be better. No. Nope. No way. No chance in hell. I’m just a gullible idiot.
As far as I can tell, they just put shampoo in a different bottle. Ever not had soap and had to use only shampoo in a pinch? Well I have. It’s exactly like using body wash. Except now instead of dealing with it from desperation, I’m paying extra to be pissed off.
Now I fucking hate myself — and those marketing fuckwads.
Cotton magnate Edward Atkinson spelled it out. “Through competition among capitalists,” he wrote, “capital itself is every year more effective in production, and tends ever to increasing abundance. Under its working the commodities that have been the luxuries of one generation become the comforts of the next and the necessities of the third. . . . The plane of what constitutes a comfortable subsistence is constantly rising, and as the years go by greater and greater numbers attain this plane.”
Kudlow liked it, too.
I’m talking parking here. The whole system behind handicapped parking — while certainly well intentioned — sucks.
Why do they suck?
For one thing, too many spots are being created. My favorite parking garage here had dozens of spots on the first level. The problem is that the garage isn’t really near anything, and none of the busses that run by it are particularly handi-capable. I always assumed they had the spots for sporting events, even though it now occurs to me that those venues have their own better parking anyway. (It turns out that most of the spots, while still extra-wide and surrounded by a lot of yellow paint, have had the handi-signs removed. I wish I had noticed this sooner. My ass is parking there every day now.)
Second, too many people who don’t need great parking spots are getting handicapped stickers.
Third, it seems to me there is a perverse incentive for doctors (or whoever passes out these stickers) to be rather liberal in granting the stickers/passes/whatevers. By giving out handicapped passes, doctors can make their patients (customers) happy without having to really do anything.
For my own amusement, to provide further proof that I am a cold-hearted, bad person (I should probably start a category for this) and that I am certainly going straight to hell; I present my ideas for improving the system.
Oh, and some parking issues could be resolved if more states allowed drive-thru beer-barns.
