I have one of the Imitation of Life CDs that was sent to radio stations in early 2001 just before R.E.M. released the album. Today I noticed that the leaflet inside states:
Published by Temporary Music, administered in this and all worlds, inclusive, by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp.
I'm so glad that music industry lawyers are getting addressing the problem of Martian music bootleggers.
I shall work here today. But first, lunch.
It turns out, it is not possible to subscribe to the Chicago Tribune without an e-mail address.
Youʼd think a publication with the Tribʼs circulation numbers would make it easier for people to subscribe; not harder.
I always feel bad when a new company tries to make a big splash on the internet, and then has a hard time of it. I know how it is trying to do ambitious things with a small team and little funding.
In this case, it's a scrappy little startup called “Google,” and its product is called “Google Analytics.” As you can see, the web site is a disaster. Hopefully it gets some money and people to work things out.
It looks like my meth dealer now does electronic billing.
Also, heʼs going to send me a bill tomorrow morning.
Iʼm starting to think that my doctor is completely untrained in what to do when someone puts the lime in the coconut and drinks it all up.
Looks like some web developer at State Farm is having a bad day. Maybe I should call him a tow truck.
Today at Home Depot, I was surprised to find that you can buy french fry seeds.
The phrase “Itʼs five oʼclock somewhere!” is very useful for convincing oneself to consume alcohol. Itʼs less useful for convincing your boss to let you go home early.
All of the “in” devices are slowly blinking this season.
Remember when police cars had just one, single rotating red light on their roofs?
This Harris County constable truck has over 50 flashing lights on it. Is a truck with 50 flashing lights more safe than one with 49 flashing lights? If more flashing lights is better, why not a hundred flashing lights?
I shall work here today. And also redact my screen.
Considering the state of the Randallʼs (Albertsonʼs) and Kroger stores in my neighborhood, Iʼm not surprised that H.E.B. canʼt keep up with demand.
Seriously, how is it possible that every time I go into Randallʼs, itʼs out of milk?
Adobe canʼt decide if Acrobat is up to date, or not. I finally had to uninstall the whole suite in order to get it to start making sense of itself.
Somehow, I donʼt think this is right.
The tech industry would benefit from ditching “Move fast and break things” and segueing into “Attention to detail is a sign of quality.”
This store has a wide selection of books.
The menʼs room at the Yale Street Diner features a set of homey curtains. If you part the curtains, you will find… more cinder blocks.
The entire wall is just cinder blocks. The curtain is a facade. The promise of a window is a lie.
I think this diner raided Pizza Hutʼs garage sale.
I tried a new coffee joint today. Itʼs called La La Land.
The person who told me to try it said that itʼs a chain out of Los Angeles that hires mentally challenged people to give them a better life. None of that is true.
La La Landʼs web site doesnʼt say where itʼs from, but most of its outposts are in the Dallas area, with a sprinkling in the Houston area, and one in Santa Monica. So, Iʼm going with “It's from the Metroplex.”
Also, the workers are just normal cafe workers. The La La Land web site contains a lot of puffery about “giving back” and “being seen” and a lot of other trendy yet meaningless buzzphrases, but never says exactly how it achieves any of that, and certainly never goes anywhere near stating that it hires disabled people. So, no, itʼs all just a bunch of hooey.
The coffee, though, is pretty good.
I had a Cookies ʼn Dream Latte. Even though it has Oreo cookies and honey, it doesnʼt overpower with sweetness. It also contains “la la cloud,” which is think is Dumbass for “steamed milk.”
The decor is unusual, but fun. It reminds me a bit of the Woody Allen film Sleeper, but with a lot more yellow. Itʼs kind of retro-futuristic, in a 2001: A Space Odyssey-meets-Benjamin Moore Golden Orchards #329 way.
I thought it was bright, and lively, and cute. To my slight surprise and complete dismay, the people at the next table couldnʼt grok it. The aging Millennials with the tired vocal fries complained, “Whatʼs with all the… yell-o?” Sorry youʼre too cool for school. Maybe youʼd be more comfortable at Starbucks, or perhaps suckling at your Keurig.
The companyʼs InfoSec† team insists that itʼs super important that I update my computerʼs operating system as soon as possible.
So, I guess this is what Iʼm doing at work for the next few hours.
† “Information Security”
Do you want to get people to disable emergency alerts on their cell phones? Because this is how you get people to disable emergency alerts on their cell phones.
But at least the police destroyed some innocent guyʼs entire house with a tank making the arrest.
This Microsoft Azure web page promoting Redmondʼs acumen tells me two things:
Have you ever wondered what it looks like when a hotelʼs 100-year-old cast iron laundry wastewater pipe breaks, raining suds down on the street below?
Todayʼs your lucky day.
Hereʼs another example of how Microsoft no longer understand Macs.
When trying to attach a file to a message in Microsoft Outlook, it gives the option to Browse this Mac. Thereʼs a reason that real Mac-native apps donʼt use that language. They just use “Browse.”
This is because the resulting file dialog allows me to browse not only “this” Mac, but also other Macs, as well as file servers, other locations on the internet, or even a P.A.N.
Microsoft used to have a very thorough and competent group called the Mac Business Unit. The Mac was where Microsoft tested new Office features before rolling them out on Windows. I guess all of that has been value-engineered into oblivion.
I am very glad to see an ice cream truck prowling downtown Houston.
I will be very sad when a Metro train turns him into soft serve for parking on the train tracks.
In 2006 I donated a Sony CDP-435 five-disc CD player to Goodwill.
I wonder if this is it.
