A fine young man handed this link off to me. I’m glad to see that other people agree that Subway’s new way of cutting subs sucks.
Put your name on the line for something that matters.
A fine young man handed this link off to me. I’m glad to see that other people agree that Subway’s new way of cutting subs sucks.
Put your name on the line for something that matters.
A fine redesign has gone down at Peter Rukavina’s Reinvented.net.
The site is always a good read, but chilli-in-a-bread-bowl lovers will be particularly pleased with the recent rash of fine Tim Horton’s coverage.
Google is a fantastic system. Its principles are elegant in their simplicity and the technology actually works (few companies can claim both of these attributes simultaneously).
A co-worker of mine has a theory that Google is the new god. He points out that while god tends to be vague and require patience of his followers, Google gives straight answers. Google is truly without gender, unlike god, who claims to be, but is clearly a man. In a loose humanist manner, Google, as the window to the collective knowledge of humanity (if you could bestow such a title on the web), is a reflection of god in ourselves.
Up to this point in history, god has had a monopoly on judgment. Now, though, instead of thinking twice about your questionable actions in light of potential eternal damnation, you must think twice about committing your words to the permanent Google record. Google records all. Google remembers all (even after it’s gone from the original site).
For example, if I make a comment on this site about my workplace and a client searches for information on my company, they will likely find my comments. Everywhere I post a comment on the web and use my real name (which I most often do) I leave a mark that can easily be found by a future employer.
Google is god and big brother and I love it.
Is Topher Grace the new Michael J. Fox?
Thank you for humouring me.
Assaults on nurses are at an all time high.
What kind of prick would assault a nurse (regardless of gender)? I mean, I understand if the nurse was asking for it (they’re still people, and people suck) but if that was all that was going on, it wouldn’t be at an all time high!
I can also understand if the patient wasn’t in control of his faculties and thought the nurse was a bear or something. But some of these people are getting smacked around by ‘stressed out’ friends and family.
That is bullshit. How are these patients expected to survive with no nurses? Nurses give meds, feed, wash, test, and do countless other things to keep patients alive and comfortable. And when they have to do something unpleasant they don’t exactly enjoy it, but it’s for your own good.
I am starting to rant, and at the risk of becoming an angsty blog* I’ll finish up by saying nurses deserve more money.
* Sorry Will, but you totally asked for it buddy. 🙂
Oh yea!
It’s reasons like
these that the Internet exists and is so cool.
Where else could you find such enormous quantities of great merchandise? I wonder if people buy more crap now than they did before. I know I do, but coincidentally I only started making enough money to buy crap when all this crap became available.
In related news, my forth Spacehog shirt arrived in the mail today. That makes me a collector! I have a hobby!
I’m not sure what category you would file this “news” item under. Human Interest maybe? Regardless, MSNBC bring us the hard-hitting infotainment* piece Clearer Pictures: The coming high-defenition TV revolution.
The interactive feature fails in its aim of selling HDTV to the masses and points our a few humorous points along the way. First, that the term “High Definition” is relative and as a result meaningless. Second, illustrated through their handy TV-Resolution-through-the-years Flash presentation, they show that TV quality, including the “upcoming revolution” of HDTV, has stayed remarkably similar since 1936.
Anyone who has a 5 year old $3000-turned-$150 computer will not be impressed by 10% improvements over decades. We demand yearly improvements in order of magnitude.
Working hard today with my good people Nick and Isaac, the heat and humidity swayed the discussion away from our work and towards the great topic of animal movies. The discussion started with my bad impersonation of Hank Azaria’s hilarious Spanish accent in American Sweethearts (a terrible movie, btw, oddly full of Home Alone-style crotch injury humour).
So it began: Speaking of bad movies… Nick claims to have once watched MVP: Most Valuable Primate and House Party featuring Kid ‘n Play in one night. A debate ensued over which sport the athletic primate in MVP played; baseball or hockey. A trip to the Internet Movie Database (IMDB) proved Nick to be correct, it was an ice-bound chimp who, according to the cover image “…Skates a little faster… Shoots a little harder… And is driving everyone Bananas!“
Isaac and I, sure we had seem that monkey playing baseball, were perplexed. I was convinced that Charlie Sheen had starred opposite a sporting primate.
Nick claimed I was thinking of Emilio Estevez. This lead to a theory that Emilio Estevez was a clone of Charlie Sheen produced for the comedy classic Men At Work, which nick claims to have seen twice.
Isaac assured me that it wasn’t Sheen (or his clone), but the guy from Friends. Back to the IMDB where a search for Friends points us to Matt LeBlanc, whose resume includes Ed, a monkey baseball movie which boasts “Minor league. Major Friendship.“
Other amazing facts learned from IMDB:
Aside from hysteria caused by photos of monkeys in sports uniforms, this little conversational aside brought a few other issues to light. First, that the IMDB is a fantastic website. You can search by actor, director, producer, movie, etc. More importantly, it became clear that instead of ‘building powerful web based solutions’ as we do so well, we should be a think-tank, paid to play Mario Cart and extract humour from the mundane.
I thought that ThinkGeek had cool geek stuff, and they still do, and since I’ve run Linux in the past, I justified buying a ‘Chicks Dig Unix‘ shirt.
However, I just discovered The Apple Stuff Store and every ounce of poser in my body wants that unjustifiable original Apple Lapel Pin.