Now if you'll excuse me, I need to head over to the Apple Store. I have this strange urge to buy an Apple Nano.
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Now if you'll excuse me, I need to head over to the Apple Store. I have this strange urge to buy an Apple Nano.
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I was bummed out so I decided I needed to drown my sorrow with comfort food. I decided to head over to S'Mac to get a Nosh Alpine Mac and Cheese with breadcrumbs. (See picture). Alpine consists of gruyere with slab bacon and elbow mac.
I was enjoying my cheesy treat when I saw some dog take a big piece of crap outside the window. Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately) I was unable to take a picture.
The food was fortunately good but now I have a cheese headache (tension headache caused by the rich savory cheesocity of cheesiness.
Only one thing can cure this. A big slab of porterhouse steak.
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Um..that is all.
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The use of watermelon, ribs and fried chicken was innocent, she said."If I was racist, I would have looked at it through racist eyes," she said. "I am not racist, which is why it probably didn't register."
Club member Kristina Sandoval agreed.
"None of us are racists," she said.
I can only go by my personal experience. I consider myself a unique user because I usually end up browsing with about 30 sites open at the same time. My ADHD/hypomanic state prevents me from focusing on one wesite at a time. Usually, I end up searching for many many topics because the 1 second it takes to load a site is 1 second too long and I must be distracted by another. I go through tab after tab in quick succession making rapid decisions on what link to click on or what topic I will explore next.
And in this type of browsing firefox 3 fails. It continues to crash on both my vista ultimate box and winxp pro fresh install lappy. It continues to crash when I visit certain sites with flash heavy/java running at the same time. How do I know it's firefox 3? Firefox 2 works fine. IE 7 works fine. Opera 9 works fine. Hell, even my mobile phone running opera 8 opens these pages with no problem. Plus, the same websites that I've been visitng with firefox 2 are now giving me problems. Who knows? It still may not be firefox's fault but the fact of the matter is my lifestyle is hindered and I don't like it. I'm sorting through the error to isolate the problem but I smell a firefox update coming soon.
So in conclusion, I give it a 'meh' rating for now
I'm fascinated and frustrated by politics. I'm in awe of sleazy manipulations and intricate word games that are often associated with politics. If politics had no effect on real life, I could say it's fun to watch. However, politics affects us in more ways than one and so it makes me sad.
Political Paradox
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Here are some Religious kids doing the Mario thing.
Fun times. Fun times...
This was going to be a long flight…and I was right.
Two minutes into the boarding process, Ms. Spaz started going nuts. The plane was still at the terminal so it wasn't a felony…yet. It turned out that her TV wasn't working. She kept pressing all the buttons but the screen was black. My screen was fine. The child's screen was fine. She started getting frustrated and pressed all the buttons faster and faster. She then called the flight attendants.
Ms. Spaz said, "My TV isn't working. My TV ISN'T WORKING!!"
The hot flight attendant, Ms. Hotstuff, tried to calm her down.
Ms. Hotstuff said, "Ma'am, the TV usually doesn’t work while we're on the ground. As soon as we take off, we reset the system and it'll be fine. The person who sat there had a similar problem in the beginning but the screen will work."
Ms. Spaz, of course, wasn't satisfied.
She said, "Can I move to another seat? I think the seats in front of us are empty.”
The flight attendant replied, "Ma'am. We're about to take off. If the TV doesn't work in the air, I'll be happy to move you."
The flight attendant left. I was getting tired of the woman constantly hitting the buttons on her armrest. Ms. Spaz then bolted straight up and started looking around the cabin. There were two empty seats right in front of her, since there was a single man in his mid 50s sitting in the aisle seat directly in front of me. Mr. Man seemed to be listening to some calming music on his headphones. Ms. Spaz suddenly leaned forward and started pushing the buttons of the arm chairs in his row. Mr. Man seemed startled by this invasion of his comfort zone. It was a fucking spectacle. I couldn't believe this was happening.
As a gentleman though, he kept his calm and just smiled. The woman, picking up on this awkward vibe from everyone around her, said, "My TV won't work. I'm just checking to see if the screens in your row worked so I can move there."
I think this revelation devastated
I was surprised when I heard her young child say, "Mommy, you can sit in my chair and use my TV."
I looked at the child's face and it looked as though he was completely embarrassed by her mom's actions. Our eyes met and they seemed to be telling me, “I'm sorry about my mom.” We then simultaneously looked at the mother. The mother was still engrossed in her quest to make the TV work in the other seats. I really felt sorry for the kid. I hoped that he won’t need a psychiatrist when he grows up.
The woman responded to her son’s plea by saying, "But you need to watch cartoons. I want to watch mommy TV."
The kid seemed to give up at this point. It looked as though he had gone through this routine countless number times before. He just sat back in his chair and looked out the window, experiencing another lesson in futility.
I was watching all of this unfold, trying to keep my mouth closed. Ms. Spaz had some serious issues. She sat back down after trying out all the buttons in the two front seats. Mr. Man in front of me seemed amazed.
We finally took off. During the whole take off process, she kept pressing the buttons to get the TV working. After a few minutes though, lo and behold, her TV started working.
Her complaints didn’t end there…fortunately (you’ll see why in a minute). The TV would, at times, turn black. Now, having flown on many planes, I know that the satellite signal can get cut off from time to time. The lady thought this was unacceptable.
"See, the TV is still not working" she screamed at Ms. Hotstuff. “We want to move.”
In my opinion, the TV was fine. It was a bit fuzzy, but what can you expect from a TV on a plane? Hell, having DirectTV on an airplane is a fucking miracle in itself. Slightly fuzzy picture is a small price to pay for awesome entertainment.
Ms. Hotstuff again asked for her patience. At that moment, Ms. Hotstuff was called to the front by the other attendants. She excused herself.
20 seconds later, Ms. Spaz pushed the button calling for an attendant.
"My TV is still not working,” She said. This time, it was another male attendant. “They said I could move if my TV wasn’t working.”
The attendant said, "Ma'am, it looks like it's working." Sure enough, ESPN was working fine on her television set.
"No, I want to move to the seat in the front."
The male attendant looked at me for some sort of moral support on the matter. He wasn't going to get any help from me. I wanted her to move. I didn't want to deal with that shit for another 5 hours. The attendant finally gave in and told the woman she could sit in the row in front of us.
I didn't even have to look at Mr. Man’s face. I knew he was disappointed. I was overjoyed.
I thought, "Fuck yeah, now i can lie down and go to sleep. First class bitches!!"
I didn't want to jinx the whole thing so I kept the enthusiasm to myself. Ms. Spaz looked at me to signal that she was ready to move. I gladly got up and moved into the aisle. I then moved a couple of aisles forward so that I could give the crazy bitch plenty of room. While waiting, I met the eyes of Mr. Man, who just drew the short end of the stick. Well, I guess he drew the short end of my stick. He didn't look too happy. The weird thing is, I think he and I had one of those "guy" moments where we knew what each of us was thinking.
We were thinking, "This lady is nuts."
The woman got her bags and food and the child, and started to move to the new seats. Suddenly, she saw another two seats a couple of rows toward the front of the cabin. There was one young lady sitting in the window seat and the two seats next to her were empty.
Ms. Spaz screamed, “Could we sit there instead?”
A smile formed on Old Man’s face. We both smiled, knowing we were both saved!
Ms. Hotstuff agreed to the second move and Ms. Spaz finally found her destination.
As soon as we got to cruising altitude, I lifted up all the armrests and made a little bed for myself. I turned the three television sets to different channels and plugged in three headsets to get all the audio from the shows.
It turned into a sweet relaxing flight.
Just for a moment though, I felt bad for the unlucky lady who had to sit next to Ms. Spaz for 5 hours. Oh well.