The latest social media shitstorm is about Guido Barilla saying, “I would not do a commercial with a homosexual family, not for lack of respect toward homosexuals – who have the right to do whatever they want without disturbing others – but because I don
Sam and I just had a conversation that went something like this:
Sam: I think these peanuts don’t taste right.
Sam: The “best by” date said August… It’s been less than a month!
Me: I guess that’s why they don’t taste their best, now…
Sometimes, that “best by” date is no joke. Who knew? 🙂
The government obviously has had this data for quite some time, and no one I know of has been grabbed by the secret police, nor could they use the data to stop the Boston marathon bombing before it took place.
Government organizations are simply incapable of making use of the data they have access to. I have no doubt of that. I am much more fearful of this breadth of data in the hands of an enterprising individual with a specific, focused agenda. Bureaucracy by sheer existence will ensure this data will remain impotent in the government’s hands.
We should focus on real threats, not imagined ones, like what our government did to a person like Aaron Swartz. After this PRISM leak, is the Everyman going to care more about “this risk to my personal freedom and privacy” (which never existed in the first place–what a farce), or what our government actually DOES do to destroy a citizen’s life, like Aaron’s?
Smart money on the fact that people care less about what happened to Aaron than what they THINK might happen to them (but it never will), simply because they are not Aaron. And, that is the tragedy here…
Anyone who knows me should understand why this ad on the New York Times website home page caught my attention …
I’m sure it tastes like garbage like all other Starbucks coffee, but it did get my attention.
Reminds me of that old clich
On the cusp between 2011 and 2012, I decided to take advantage of the much-maligned Facebook Timeline feature and briefly summarize some highlights from the past year.
January brought us the great story of Ted Williams, a homeless man with that deep radio-personality voice. It’s the kind of feel-good story that was a perfect way to start out the year. Or, at least try to …
My friend Ian visited us in January, and his Prius wouldn’t start when he went to leave. I can now say that I’ve jump-started a Prius. With all those batteries, you’d think Toyota would have designed it to never need a jump start, right? Wrong.
I discovered that the Mobile Safari browser limits each open tab to 5 MB of memory.
Discovered an incredible YouTube video of Phish’s Meatstick from New Year’s 2010:
Egypt packed up its toys and went home, disconnecting the whole country from the Internet.
The North American blizzard dropped so much snow on us, it was the snowpocalypse.
I was able to get my email inbox down to 1,685 messages.
We tried to introduce the girls to Dungeons & Dragons. They both really seemed to like it.
Suzie turned 8, and Charlie turned 11. Both of them celebrate their birthday in February. This makes for a very hectic month, to say the least.
I was introduced to Van Canto’s version of Master of Puppets. A cappella heavy metal. Two great tastes that taste great together …
A brilliant bank robbery was committed, where the robber’s escape plan involved blending into a crowd of construction workers, crowdsourced from Craigslist, and the getaway vehicle was an inner-tube.
Through some friends-of-friends, I started doing some consulting work for BloomAvenue.com (which is now no longer). Later in the year, this would transform into me working from FromYouFlowers.com.
Good ol’ Charlie Sheen grabs a few minutes of fame with his “goddesses.”
Julia Yu gave us Goodnight Dune, a fantastic parody of the age-old children’s classic of similar name.
The world reeled as Japan got pwnt by a tremendous earthquake and tsunami. The catastrophic event trashed the Fukushima nuclear power plants, and held the world’s attention with radiation scares.
Apple launched the iPad 2 tablet this month.
Mazda recalls a bunch of Mazda6’s because of some spiders nesting in its parts.
Blair River, the spokesman for the Heart Attack Grill, ironically dies from pneumonia, at the young age of 29.
Taylor Mali’s incredibly powerful poetry about the importance of teachers makes the rounds on the Internet, again:
Charlie and Suzie become “mages” at MagiQuest, starting with the one at the Funplex in East Hanover, NJ.
Facebook quietly starts working on Facebook Deals, most likely in response to Groupon’s tremendous success.
Lady Gaga reminds us that she was Born This Way. Matter of fact, we all are. Good to remind ourselves of this, once in a while.
My friend Maya returns to the United States, and I get to see her again after years since the last visit. It’s nice to catch up with old friends, even if it’s bittersweet.
RSA, the company that’s well-known for creating one-time-password security fobs, gets hacked. This story will not end well …
Eric Whitacre leverages technology to create his “Virtual Choir 2.0.” This is the future I want to live in.
I published a HOWTO on tethering an Android phone via USB to MacOS X.
Epsilon has a data breach where millions of email addresses were acquired.
I did some DIY repair on my Mitsubishi Lancer, replacing the O2 sensor, so that the car would pass NJ state inspection.
We saw the US government nearly shut down because our politicians can’t agree on how to best overspend the American taxpayer dollar.
The eyes might be the windows to the soul, but Photoshopping Steve Buscemi’s eyes onto other people is a window into insanity. Thanks, Internet … everyone needs a new nightmare, every now and then.
My college alma mater, Rutgers, demonstrates that the “RU Screw” is still alive and well, by paying Snooki some $32k to perform.
In the “seriously, this happened?” department, the Med Peds Clinic of Fort Collins, Colorado, employed someone who thought it’d be a good idea to split a flu vaccine dose, by using half of the syringe and swapping out the needle. No, you can’t make this stuff up.
Just when I thought I lived in a sleepy little suburban town, tragedy strikes when someone brutally beats Frank the barber who dies from his injuries, right on Main Street in Bloomingdale.
The four of us spent a week down in Atlantic City, at the Wyndham Skyline Tower.
Charlie has made her first communion at church this year, on Palm Sunday.
SETI stops operating the Allen Telescope Array. Millions of geeks cry out as they try to figure out what to do with their unused CPU cycles.
Adam Mansbach’s faux children’s book “Go the F— to Sleep” gets some press.
I finally broke down and bought myself a white iPad 2 (16 GB, Wi-Fi).
Nicktoons threatens to destroy more of my fond childhood memories, looting the corpse of the Voltron legacy.
The Library of Congress makes a wealth of old recordings available online.
Microsoft begins the process of acquiring Skype for $8.5 billion in cash. No shortage of “Sky.NET” jokes at this point.
Google launches its Music Beta service. Is it really the right time for a cloud-based music service?
We get to watch the FCC Commissioner Meredith Attwell Baker approve Comcast’s purchase of NBC, then go work for Comcast. No, I’m not kidding …
It’s finally official: I’m now working for FromYouFlowers.com as a Senior Solutions Architect.
His Holiness the Dalai Lama comes to Newark, New Jersey, and tries to tell Americans that we need to teach our kids ethics.
Watermelon farmers in China get screwed when they overdosed their crops with growth chemicals, resulting in exploding watermelons.
Sony’s PSN–you know, the Password Sharing Network–gets hacked again.
Harold Camping predicts the end of the world on May 21st, 2011. Sadly, the Macho Man Randy Savage dies on the 20th, just in time to stop Jesus from coming back to rapture us all. OHHHH, YEAHHHH!
Apparently some “faulty software” released 450 of the most dangerous inmates from California prisons. And people try and make fun of me for living in New Jersey … ??!
One of America’s largest defense contractors, Lockheed Martin, gets hacked. Allegedly, the breach may have involved the recently compromised RSA security technology.
The Ridgewood Cavaliers of Harmony, the barbershop society chapter I belong to, had a sing-out at Van Neste Square in Ridgewood, New Jersey, for Memorial Day.
Samuel L. Jackson, the quintessential Bad Mother F@#!ker, does the audiobook reading of “Go the F— to Sleep.” Naturally.
The girls have their Performing Arts Academy dance recital at the Shea Center on the William Paterson University campus.
Congressman Anthony Weiner resigns after a little sexting scandal, where he accidentally tweeted a link to a picture of his junk in his underwear. D’oh.
Neil Patrick Harris performs the opening number for the 2011 Tony Awards, pointing out that “Broadway’s not just for gays anymore.”
Web designers explore how repeating intervals that follow prime numbers in nature, specifically the cicada, can yield interesting visual effects, as well.
RIM’s stock drops in value by 20% overnight.
Michael Vick comes to Butler, New Jersey, to sign autographs, and winds up being greeted by protesters.
Google starts rolling out Google+.
Weird Al Yankovic releases his Lady Gaga parody, “Perform This Way.”
Britney Spears reminds us that she’s still a hottie, even after poppin’ out a baby, with her video for “I Wanna Go.” Hell, even if you don’t care for Britney, Guillermo Diaz who plays Scarface in Half Baked, appears in the video.
The state of Georgia enacts some anti-illegal-immigrant law, which totally screws the farmers in Georgia who can’t find enough affordable labor to harvest crops. If it wasn’t clear that illegal immigrants aren’t the problem before, it sure ought to be now.
Danous Estenor performs a heroic act of total badassery by lifting up a car, freeing a man who was trapped underneath.
Gary Foster made his alma mater Rutgers proud by embezzling some $19.2 million dollars. In America, you can only get away with it if you’re white …
Okay, it’s almost midnight … and I’m only up to July, so I’m going to post this now. Maybe I’ll get to do the second half of 2011, tomorrow.
Happy New Years, everyone!
The northeast US got slapped with a nice blizzard this last week of October 2011, right on Halloween weekend. There are still green leaves (!) on the trees, and the weight of the snow has taken out many tree limbs and wires, resulting in Governor Christie declaring a statewide state of emergency. Millions of people across New England are without power, up to 600,000 of them in New Jersey alone.
Making the best out of the situation, our girls got bundled up and went outside to play in the snow. Here’s a short video I took of them:
So seriously, in fact, that …
Because, you know, having games on G+ is SO much more important than fixing ALL the horrible usability problems with G+ …
Every time I say something negative about G+, the rabid fanboys say something that goes like this (paraphrasing):
But, but, but, the G+ team is doing all they can to make the service, the experience, etc., better … just cut them some slack and give them time.
… and then, Google goes and does something like this.
Launching games on G+ now is like pissing on G+ users and calling it rain.
It’s one of the features that users explicitly do not want. In the early days of G+, one of the things most commonly cited by the fanboys as giving Google an edge over Facebook was “the lack of games cluttering up the stream”.
Like I’ve been saying all along, everyone will slowly come out of the “ooh, new and shiny” haze they’re in, and realize how badly G+ sucks in comparison to Facebook.
Google+ will soon join the ranks of Google Wave and Google Buzz. Remember them? Yeah …
Anyone who tries to tell you that it gets better is either full of shit or is trying to sell you something. Or, both.
People all around me in my personal life are going through very difficult times emotionally (and some physically) right now, and I don’t know what to tell them. I’d love to tell them, with sincerity and compassion, that things will get better. But, I can’t. I know it would be nothing but a lie.
When a loved one dies, or life just seems so out of control that you want to ragequit, or bad shit just keeps happening over and over … does it ever really get better? You might get used to it. You might even learn to care less. You might just grow numb and cold to it. But, shit, what’s happened has happened. Nothing is going to magically reverse it. There’s no “undo” to life. It isn’t going to get better, ever. That “it gets better” rhetoric is just bullshit.
I don’t know what to say to all these people who are hurting. I know enough about myself to know that anything I say is just going to make things worse, so I try really hard to not say anything at all. But, I don’t want my silence to be construed as apathy, either.
I wish I could cheer you up. I wish I could ease your suffering. I wish I could end your pain. I wish I knew how to say the right thing at the right time to you. I wish things would actually get better.
The other day, my friend Mike invited me out for some drinks at a local bar. It’s a nice bar with friendly staff and good food. I’m not much of a drinker; my vice is smoking. Still, I like spending time with friends, and bars tend to be a popular place to go and be social.
Now, this particular bar has no dance floor. It’s a bar on one side and a restaurant on the other. It’s not the kind of place that would come to mind when you think of places to go and dance. Just keep that in mind …
The night we went, the music was especially loud. Now, I love music and some ambient tunes in a social setting can be really pleasant. That wasn’t what we had that night, though. It was loud … so loud that I strained to hear anything Mike had to say and had to shout for him to hear me. By the time we’d left, my throat was sore and my voice was hoarse, and my ears were still buzzing once we got outside. This was ridiculous.
Here’s a pro-tip to anyone who runs a bar:
Unless there’s some titties dancing on the bar or around it, turn down the fucking music.
Remember that old TV show “Cheers”? Do you remember there being music playing in the background during the show? I sure as hell don’t. What they had were people drinking and socializing at a bar. Nobody would have watched that show if everyone were shouting over some high-energy music the whole episode.
I guess I just need to find a better bar. One that is actually run in a way that encourages people to enjoy alcohol while actually interacting with other people. Anyone have any recommendations for places within 15-20 miles of Butler, NJ? Or, are all bars like the one I was at, and I should just not bother going out for drinks any more?
Recently, my witch doctor and I decided to change up my meds, removing Paxil from the blend and doubling up on the Wellbutrin. This has helped in some ways, but made things more difficult in others. This is to be expected, but I wonder how long it’s going to last–is this a temporary adjustment or a permanent result of the new blend?
Basically, the problem is that I’m not able to really focus during the normal daylight hours on getting work done like I used to. Before, I’d get up at 8 AM, sit down and start concentrating on things. Now, my head just feels fuzzy, well until noon, or even longer some days.
Now, what’s interesting is that around 10 PM until about 4 AM, I feel like I used to from 8 AM to 2 PM. Before, 3 PM was my low point and I’d often feel like passing out. Before, I used to get to bed around midnight and get up around 8 AM, and it worked really well. These days, I’ve been getting to bed around 4 AM, and fighting hard to wake up around 9 AM, feeling quite sleep deprived.
Don’t get me wrong, I have no problems going to sleep at midnight like I used to, but that means only being awake for 2 hours of my “peak brain time” vs. the 6+ hours I had before. When I stay up late, even though my brain is in the sweet spot, I’m exhausted and struggle to stay awake.
It’s only been a few weeks since the change in the meds, so I’m going to see if things start to get back to normal. Obviously, if it’s still an issue when I have my next appointment, it’ll be a major focus of the visit, but for now, I’m trying to be patient. But, it has become extra-difficult to get serious work done, and now is totally not the time given the new gig I recently started. (I’ll write more about that, in another entry.)