Twitter would have trouble finding a better spam filter than one which just immediately deletes all of the accounts which follow my twitter account. Sure, it’d catch about 6 real people in the net, but they’re not bringing real value to the service anyway.
The fact that my flight home was 20 minutes ahead of schedule left me nothing to complain about on twitter. It was a wonderful trip back home. DAMN YOU CONTINENTAL!
I’m scheduled for an appointment at 8:45 today. The organizer of the event says that they will probably be two hours late. But I can’t get there late, because on the off chance that the organizer starts on time, they’ll start the event without me and I’ll be out of luck.
Why is his a first world problem? The ‘event’ is me getting on a plane and making a trip in two hours (four, if you count the delay) that 100 years ago would have taken something on the order of weeks.
Now, excuse me, but I have to twitter about my delay status.
we keep a corporate [company name redacted] tumblog. We recently started
pulling in the posts to display prominently on our company home page.
I was accidently signed in to the wrong tumblr account when I posted a
picture of a hippo butt.
It’s now on our company’s homepage.
also, there’s a bug in Tumblr’s API; they don’t expire their cache
properly. I deleted the post but it’s still cached and won’t go away.
You know, I spent a fair amount of extra money to get official Crocs instead of imitation ones.
“i finally understand the need for multiple blogs.
I have a [GTalk] status message up that is satisfying.
and, at the same time, i pulled an enormous piece of gunk out of my ear.
i don’t want to change the status message yet
but…it was a huge find in my ear!!” - jeremy s.
Let’s take as read the idea that having extremely fast searchable access to every email thread I’ve been on for the past few years is a good thing. We can debate that point at a later date. A problematic outgrowth of this is the absurd amount of time I end up wasting while I relive funny conversations I’ve had in the past.
Seriously, the amount of time I spent today searching for random words and giggling when I read the threads is ridiculous. To say nothing of the time I spent being disappointed that phrases like “nut punch” don’t return any hits.
I was too full to eat the free dessert I got from eating an entire tower of mini-hamburgers.
Yeowch - we went from 6 followers, to 5 on this tumblog. If that wasn’t insulting enough, I think the person that unfollowed us is one of the contributors! That’s like a first world problem served up with a tall glass of nut punch.
The guy next to me is working WAY faster than I am, due to regular and liberal application of adderall and ritalin.
Recently, Google Reader released an enhancement which solved a seriously first world problem which had been strongly affecting me. The problem was that of “RSS Guilt” - it’s when you look at the number of unread items in your feed reader, and feel terrible that there are still two dozen posts on Give Me Something To Read that you haven’t gotten a chance to look over (which is to say nothing of the 100 new photos in your friends Flickr stream). It’s an almost crippling feeling, making the very act of clicking on the feed at all a daunting one. So you don’t click on it, and the post count just goes up and up, and it gets harder and harder… until you just say “screw it” and click “Mark all as read” which really just defeats the entire purpose. I mean, I can not read websites without the need of a feed reader, I don’t require Google to act as a moderator between me and the things I’m not reading.
Enter Google’s solutioneering teams, who now give me an option to “Hide unread count” for my feeds. Now, when I look at the list of feeds I follow, I can just see if there are any items unread, but not the number. It’s a huge weight off my mind, and really allows me to approach my feeds as something to draw data out of, instead of something trying to fight for my attention (and damage me emotionally).
Ever since I added someone from upper management onto my Facebook friends list, I’m having trouble fully expressing my true emotions and photostreams. How many times is it alright for someone who sets my salary to see me dressed as a sexy pirate?
I’m tortured by the nightly decision I have to make on how I should spend the hour of free time available to me before I have go to sleep. Recently, I’ve been filling it with two hours of Fallout 3.
I’m surprisingly offended by the fact that the toilet at work smells like poop.
Having some serious issues with an optimization problem. I need to maximize my pocket to consumer electronic device ratio (packing multiple devices into a single pocket is sometimes possible, but problematic), while minimizing my total number of pockets. Cargo pants solves the first issue nicely, but violates the second constraint (although, since I’m married now, ‘not looking like a tool’ is no longer a strong component of my utility function. But cargo pants are frowned upon at work). And not carrying an iPhone, iPod, Blackberry, and multiple flashdrives has a lot in common with me as a bachelor… always an option, but not a particularly attractive one.