Note to users of Facebook’s iPhone application: the current version has a bug that allows any user to tag any photo to which they have viewing privileges. Not only that, but the tag appears as originating with the owner of the photo. To utilize this “feature,” tap and hold on a photo to display tags, then tap using another finger in the area you wish to place a tag. You are now doing it for the lulz. ![[WS]](/blog/media/end.gif)
My stars, I would love a new computer. Newer streaming content and media-rich sites barely function on this nearly 7 year old beast, plus I can’t watch videos hiccup-free if my iPod is plugged in, and iTunes’ performance is a joke. Considering I more or less exclusively use technology for media delivery like everyone else these days, it probably stands to reason that I should save up and get something new. But what? And how long do I have to wait until there is funding?
I find myself seated in the waiting area of the nearby Saturn dealership. Let me be the first to say that hell doesn’t need any kind of special reception area: it could simply send people here. Initially I was excited to see what appeared to be a different and thoroughly professional experience ahead of me, but when the very detailed report of my issues that I had described (humiliatingly) over the phone last week was nowhere to be found, along with any record of my appointment, my high hopes shrank to infinitesimal ones. After describing all the sounds my vehicle is making again (humiliatingly), I was presented with a promised bill of at least $89.95 for diagnostic time and asked to watch this horrible mother enact her corporal punishment fantasies on her poorly mannered youngster. I need to be more careful about letting myself get stuck in these situations. When the gut say run, you run.
Also I can’t wait to move to a city and get free of the four-wheeled tyrant.
If you didn’t know me, and I told you I was taking my evening sherry and retiring to bed now, at 7:16 pm, how old would you guess me to be?
On September 5, 2005 at 11:04 am, mags@lard.com said “when i dont really care enough about a variable to name it, it gets called LARD. if i’m stretched to two such variables, the next is called PIES. (if you need 3 you had better start using meaningful names).”