By ThinGuy on Dec 21, 2007
A person could get pretty down on themselves while using web 2.0 sites. ;)
I think it started with Blackberry users, could have been the Treo. Now I have to see it from all the folks with iPhones. I've always hated seeing the auto signature of how the email was sent. Typically it looks like this:
Sent from my iPhone
Except I always read it like this:
Sent from my insanely expensive iPhone that I love more than my family whilst on the deck of my yacht.
Neener, neener, neener.
PS. This was sent from the Grand Cayman Islands.
PPS. Did I mention this was sent from an iPhone?
OK, maybe I'm just jealous. But what reason really is there to say how it was sent other than to brag? Apologizing perhaps for how short the responses usually are?
In Christmas Cuteness Part I, the world saw a little glimpse into the world of Campbell. She's back for an encore, this time it takes her a bit to get warmed up but then she cooks. For a little "attitude" watch for the "You ain't ready for this Jelly" head shake at about 1:28 in.
It's actually not swords...It's "S" Words. As in the product I support, but don't always happen to write about on this blog. Which is now just called the S Word blog for this reason.
Sometimes I feel like I'm playing Celebrity Jeopardy on SNL....
I just got another SPAM email, this one from Santa pushing V!AG RA and C! AL IS. It was his present to me!
I'm not sure if the spammers are getting more clever, or if this is the latest SPAM filtering technology we use here @ Sun.
Dear Jim Gaffigan,
Please push the Lean Pockets. Your fans take your "lazy" routine too seriously. I had to give up a third of my seat to one of your biggest fans. I feel like I deserve a $20 rebate, especially since I was pinned up against the other arm rest the whole show. Perhaps my pain and suffering could also get me back my TicketMaster "convenience" charge. Can you feel me? She could....
1) If you have a tight connection or are delayed going into ORD, your connecting flight will always be in another terminal.
2) If a hotel gym describes itself as state of the art, it isn't.
3) Unless the engine falls off at the gate, any other delay will be treated by the airline as weather related.4) Unless you require one, never accept an "accessible" room. Same for Parlor rooms.
I just got back from a diagnostics lab which drew an obscene amount of blood from my extremely strong two year old daughter for some tests that we are having run. But that's not the point of this post. The real message here is stay in school. Because in school you can join the wrestling team and that, should you decide to be a parent, will be far more useful then any geometry, trig, or calc that you learned.
See kids, you can't letter in sports with a GED. If you stay in school and wrestle, you may even have an experience like I did, a wrestler in the unlimited class who got to wrestle a girl, also in the unlimited class. What does that have to do with anything, well nothing really and everything. Just thought I'd give you something to think about on a Friday afternoon. Oh yeah, and she was slamming down cheeseburgers prior to our match. I swear to god. It grossed me out so much I totally remember the exact type and brand, they were "Burger Bundles" from Burger King (circa 1986/87). Anyone remember those? Three or six mini burgers. She had a six pack. Burgers, not abs. I'm sure she had a great personality though.
Anyhow, my daughter is probably going to hate me for a long time. In a position that resembled a half-nelson and then a cradle, I couldn't quite get the pin (damn left shoulder kept coming off the table). I did manage to get quite a few three-point nearfalls and in the middle of it all I remembered the cheeseburger eating girl I had to wrestle in high school and started laughing. Dad laughing while she is being traumatized. Good times, good times.
It's not too often I get in situations where I'm pretty sure physical
altercation is imminent. Last time this happened was about two years
ago on a flight with my girls from MIA to LAS where a bunch of drunk
middle aged Cubans thought that it was OK to use the F-Bomb every other
word. They were pretty tough guys until they saw me waiting for them
at the end of the jetway. They not only apologized to me, but also to
my wife and daughters. Looking back, I'm probably lucky I'm not on a no-fly list.
I'm definitely not one looking for a fight, but I will stand up for
what I think is right.
Fast forward to this afternoon. Our next door neighbors
daughter has a boyfriend who has probably watched Fast and the Furious
one to many times. Couple that with a supped up WRX and the attitude
assoicated with a twenty-something loser who is dating a high school
girl (remind me to have a chat with her parents).
As I'm throwing my suitcase and backpack into my jeep, here
comes the WRX sliding (and I mean sliding) around the corner into our
cul-de-sac. I step out on the sidewalk glaring at him and the dude
guns it around the circle right in front of me. Girlfriend is in her
drive way watching this transpire and I look right at her and state
that he cannot drive that way, there are far too many kids in the
neighborhood. And that's not a cliché, all told there are 13 kids that
could be out on our street alone. I should also state that this has
been going on for a few months, it's just the first time I was actually
out there to witness it. Although I've "heard" his car everyday for
I have a feeling that she has talked to him about his driving before because he gets out of the car and I hear "Blah, blah, blah, I told you you can't...". Homeboy takes a long James Dean-esque drag of his cigarette and starts walking straight at me. I guess he wants to see if I'll flinch. Since all I see is about 5'6" and carrying a sizeable spare tire, I head straight at him. While walking I start explaining (Yes, I was politely explaining) to this moron that if any kids were in the street he could have never stopped in time and that I'm sure he loves his ride, but he can't drive like that around here.
Maybe objects in the mirror really are larger then they appear (or he needs glasses) because soon as I got within 5 feet of him his look and attitude totally changes and he says "Sorry Bro" and turns away. Too bad.
My name is Craig Bender aka ThinGuy. I'm a Principal Software Developer for Oracle's Virtual Desktop Engineering group.
I architect and evangelize the use of Oracle's Desktop technology including Sun Ray, Secure Global Desktop, and Oracle VDI.