Pictures of…wait for it…people who sit in the disability seats when a guy is standing near them on his crutches.
Hi, I’m An Asshole is the best.
I have a lot of desktop backgrounds (a.k.a. “wallpapers”) on my Mac. I keep them all in one folder and set them to change every 15 minutes in random order (currently, this folder has 1,329 backgrounds in it). Every once in a while I see a background that I either love and want to make it the permanent background for a few days, or hate and want to delete it. The problem is there’s no quick and easy way in OS X to find out the exact path and file name of the currently used background, so browsing through all those files is a major time waster
While growing up in Manhattan, I had always heard about this type of thing, but had never seen it in person. I had seen references to it in movies and on TV, and friends and acquaintances swear it’s happened to them, but I had always thought that they made it up as sort of practical joke on a city kid. I had dismissed it as a myth or an urban legend—like unicorns, alligators in the sewers, or that girl that had to go to the hospital because she got a frozen hot dog stuck somewhere.
The other day, when I got home and picked up my mail, I saw an odd looking envelope mixed in with a magazine and another envelope containing local coupons. This envelope caught my attention because it was a first-class letter sized envelope with both my address and the return address handwritten on the front. It looked like something that a friend would send me, except that I knew of no friends with the return name or at the return address. Additionally, it was addressed to “Joshua Madison”, and about the only people who use that form of my name are my parents and the I.R.S., neither of whom this envelope came from.
I was intrigued, but also weary. Visions of some long lost relative who left me a million dollars danced in my head; so did anthrax.
Remember when your mother would tell you you’d dig your way to China? Well, you can actually see where you’d wind up with this web site.
Turns out I’d end up in the middle of the Indian Ocean a couple hundred miles Southwest of Australia. Turns out the only children who could dig to China are in Chile and Argentina.
Taskbar Shuffle is a very handy Windows utility that allows you to move buttons around on the Windows taskbar, as well as icons in the system notification area. I know this doesn’t sound sexy, but it really is the utility that I find myself using more often than just about every other Windows utility combined.
Windows has this really annoying habit of “losing” icons on the taskbar. For example, I’ll have Firefox, Explorer, and Outlook open, and for whatever reason, one of those taskbar buttons will just disappear from the taskbar. If you alt-tab or mouse click to make that particular program active, it’s taskbar button will reappear, but at that end of the taskbar. To a normal person, this probably isn’t that bad, but I’m not a normal person, I’m a Virgo. I don’t necessarily believe in this stuff, but Virgo’s have traits that make them, among other things, “meticulous”, “fussy”, and “perfectionists”. I guess it’s these traits that make me want to have control of the taskbar so that the buttons are always in a certain order.
When I use Windows, either at work or at home, I always want certain programs first on the taskbar so that I can get to them as quickly and easily as possible, without having to hunt around for them. For example, I open Outlook first, then Explorer, then an MS MMC, then Firefox…I do it this way so that no matter what’s going on, I can find those programs very quickly because they’re my core programs. If their buttons get moved around due to the quirkiness of Windows, then I find myself getting annoyed that things aren’t where they’re supposed to be, especially when I need them. So much so, in fact, that there are times where I’ve closed every program open in the taskbar so that I can reopen them in the correct order. I know…it’s a sickness.
Apparently, I’m not the only one, because someone (Jay) made a utility that allows this quirk in Windows to be vanquished with the flick of the mouse. I’m very grateful. I’m going to have to donate.
I’ve been paying a little attention to the World Baseball Classic this year (as opposed to all the other years it’s been played) and I have to say that I kinda like it. I think I would like it better if it were played at a different time of year, or if the USA players treated it differently. MLB would never let players take two weeks off in the middle of the baseball season so they could do it in June or July, and it’s too cold in October to start it up after the World Series is done, not to mention that a lot of the players wouldn’t have played any real ball in a month and those that have would be wiped out.
I will say that after the USA eliminated Puerto Rico, it was kinda weird seeing David Wright in the middle of a dog pile with Derek Jeter and Jimmy Rollins while Carlos Beltran and Carlos Delgado walked away dejected. Not necessarily bad…just weird.
The killer rabbit was no where to be found.
A bat was found clinging to the side of the shuttle external fuel tank.
Based on images and video, a wildlife expert who provides support to the center said the small creature was a free tail bat that likely had a broken left wing and some problem with its right shoulder or wrist. The animal likely perished quickly during Discovery’s climb into orbit.
I wonder what was going through it’s mind as the shuttle lifted off?
It was 1989 and Sir Tim Berners-Lee submitted a plan that would make information sharing easier, and that would eventually become the graphical World Wide Web as we know it.
My first exposure to the Internet was in 1993 in college and there was nothing graphical about it; everything was text-based using telnet, ftp, and gopher, and there wasn’t a whole lot of interesting stuff out there (ah, the good ol’ days when nic.funet.fi was the place to connect to). Later, when Trumpet Winsock and Mosaic 2.0 were available, things got interesting. It’s hard to believe, but back in 1996, I thought the NY Times had the coolest site (and it took forever to load on a 9,600 baud modem).
He uses the Brushes app and his drawings are fantastic. Makes me want to give Brushes a try, but then I suddenly remember that I can’t even draw stick figures properly.
Wonder why I have a sudden craving for pastrami and fake orgasms?
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