This is the holiday music they play you in Hell.
Merry Christmas everyone! 😀
Disordered Thoughts and Curmudgeonly Ramblings
The horror! The horror!
This is the holiday music they play you in Hell.
Merry Christmas everyone! 😀
My parents are dead, my life sucks, I can’t hold down a girlfriend, and I’m surrounded by f****** goblins and s*** all the time!
Feeling burnt out, tired and antisocial, and wishing the world would just go away (hmmm, self censoring there – to be truly accurate I wish the world would f-off) (hmmm, self censoring self censoring – I’m in a bad way…) for a few days. Unfortunately I have to go to work.
I shall try and restrain myself from stabbing people until the weekend. No promises though.
The Carnival Begins
Doing some good for the world
Actually, Skype is a pretty cool program, it’s just that bloody browser plugin that turns everything that even looks like a phone number into a puke-inducing, flag-bearing button that needs to be eliminated with prejudice as extreme as a very extreme thing having a particularly extreme day.
Until that noble goal is achieved, this might be useful. I’ve chopped the horrible beast that is the plugin apart and come up with the following code to undo some of the evil it perpetrates on innocent web pages. Simply drop this CSS code into your page, and (theoretically) Skype will crawl away, weeping, leaving your innocent number strings unmolested.
/* kill skype plugin */
html body span.skype_pnh_container {display:none !important;}
html body span.skype_pnh_print_container {display:inline !important;}
Please note that this is code that seems to work for me, and for the version of the plugin on my computer. It may not work for you, or with whatever version you’re plagued with. Also, I’m not a bloody tech support desk, so if you can’t get this code working, or aren’t sure where to put it – well, it’s tough biscuits for you sailor!
Back to work…
Hrumph!
This morning at work I got a call from a client wanting an update on his project. As might be expected on a Monday morning he asked if I’d had a good weekend. I answered in the non-committal affirmative. He then asked “Do anything interesting?”
Well. Call me a socially inept Aspie but to me that’s stepping over the line. We’re not friends, we’re business associates. As I see it, he has no right (social or otherwise) to request information about my personal life, and to do so was frankly impertinent.
What was I going to do? Fill him in on all the details of my weekend? Tell him how I went to an old friend’s wedding lunch at the Rose in Crown at Guildford? And how it wasn’t the actual wedding because the actual wedding was in Japan and Switzerland, and explain how that was actually possible? And say that I had the barramundi but wished I’d had the steak because although the barramundi was fantastic the steak the other people were having looked even better and came with chips? And that a good time was had by all and then on the way home I saw a house flying the state flag of Wyoming for some reason? That information is mine, not to be handed out over the phone to someone I barely know.
I mean I didn’t want to know what he’d done over the weekend. Why would I? He’s a client – one among many. As far as I’m concerned he could have spent his weekend morris dancing, pin collecting or hunting the most dangerous prey of all. It makes no difference. He could be the goddamn Batman as long as he gets information to me in a timely manner so I can get his work done.
My clients are not my friends. And’s that the way it should be.
Hrumph!
(Yes, I understand the irony of saying I don’t want a client knowing details about my weekend and then posting all about it on a publicly accessible blog, but if you’re reading this then you’re either a personal friend of mine, or a complete stranger I’ll probably never meet, so it’s not the same thing :P)
It’s a little bit fancy…
Call me an unpatriotic bloke if you must, but I’ve never even once held a business meeting at McDonalds.
I guess I’m just not fancy enough.
Sports. Bah.
So, Australia didn’t get the 2022 World Cup. Big deal. I mean it’s not like it’s quidditch. I suppose it would have been nice to get more than a single vote though.
At least it solves the problem of us having to come up with an instrument as annoying as the vuvuzella. Personally I was going to nominate the lagerphone.
It’s really loud with the shop vac on
I know I’m just reposting from Boing-Boing (whaddya mean you don’t read Boing-Boing?) but this typographic treatment of Jonathan Coulton’s Shop Vac is near perfect.
Grammar
Partys is not a word. Parties is a word. Party’s and Parties’ are words. But Partys is not a word.
(OK, yes it could be a proper noun, but anything can be a proper noun. Mxyzptlk is a proper noun for crying out loud! Proper nouns don’t count 🙂 )