The only Italian in Bingo I'm ever happy to see.
The only Italian in Bingo I'm ever happy to see.
I've been jonsing for pizza for weeks, and a turkey sub from here is birthday girl's alternate choice for dinner. And we got meds to treat a UTI too! Yay!
Amazing what 10 minutes can change.
vote as to whether or not the fireman was taking his life in his hands by using water to put out a "grease fire." The grill seems to have survived to ruin chicken another day, although I now believer that we are too ignorant collectively to be trusted with fire. At least the two State Troopers had a good laugh explaining things to our neighbors.
Another guest, this afternoon
What begins in comfort
Another day, another guest
If there is a God, s/he/it used to be an incredibly mediocre story editor.
We can always count on businesses siding with other businesses other their customers [see also: the first generation or two of Tivos having a one/two-minute skip feature, making them perfect for skipping commercials, quickly dropped by the company after after complaints from television broadcasters, DRM protocols that couldn't be more inconvenient for consumers if they had to win three out of five games of Simon Says before the content would play .... on the one and only computer it could be registered to play on, etc.] but this one is too perfect not to be deeply annoying:
So, it was only a matter of time before we would learn that Amazon's Kindle had some sort of assholic hidden process for keeping a stranglehold on the content it displays. They mistakenly sold e-books that weren't properly licensed, so they went into the Kindle memories of the people who had bought the books, and deleted them without a how-do-you-do. I'll give you three guesses which author had his e-books dropped down the memory e-hole. E-George E-Orwell.
Amazon did give refunds, which was awfully nice of them. I wonder if they're going to have staffers in their Seattle and NYC offices break into the homes of local customers who bought the "unauthorized" print copies of the books, reclaim them and leave refund checks. That would be cool -- Amazon employees are higher than UPS drivers but lower than clowns on my people-I-wish-I-could-legally-shoot-just-once list.
Extra-value irony: I was going to link to the WALL STREET JOURNAL article where I read about this, but it's already been archived behind a subscription wall. The page even auto-refreshed itself to show just the typical two-paragraph teaser, so I can't even read the full piece from my browser's cache. Class, nothing but class; I really, really want to give the WSJ my money now!
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By the way "Eeyorewell" is a band or Web-site name that someone who's not me has to take and use immediately. Thanks for noticing that what's in front of one's nose needs a constant struggle.
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Also, from now on I'm going to pronounce "s/he/it" as "shee-it" and I think you should, too.
So, it was only a matter of time before we would learn that Amazon's Kindle had some sort of assholic hidden process for keeping a stranglehold on the content it displays. They mistakenly sold e-books that weren't properly licensed, so they went into the Kindle memories of the people who had bought the books, and deleted them without a how-do-you-do. I'll give you three guesses which author had his e-books dropped down the memory e-hole. E-George E-Orwell.
Amazon did give refunds, which was awfully nice of them. I wonder if they're going to have staffers in their Seattle and NYC offices break into the homes of local customers who bought the "unauthorized" print copies of the books, reclaim them and leave refund checks. That would be cool -- Amazon employees are higher than UPS drivers but lower than clowns on my people-I-wish-I-could-legally-shoot-just-once list.
Extra-value irony: I was going to link to the WALL STREET JOURNAL article where I read about this, but it's already been archived behind a subscription wall. The page even auto-refreshed itself to show just the typical two-paragraph teaser, so I can't even read the full piece from my browser's cache. Class, nothing but class; I really, really want to give the WSJ my money now!
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By the way "Eeyorewell" is a band or Web-site name that someone who's not me has to take and use immediately. Thanks for noticing that what's in front of one's nose needs a constant struggle.
*******
Also, from now on I'm going to pronounce "s/he/it" as "shee-it" and I think you should, too.
Even more products I won't buy
Come to think of it, the spotted-dick can would be hilariously effective for birth control next to my bed, either as a recptacle for condoms or just as a visual deterrent to interested women who somehow manage to clear enough of my psyche's gauntlet to reach my bedroom's doorway. Actually, forget the see-if-s/he-unlocks-your-car-door nonsense; I just discovered a much better litmus test for you miserable people who are looking for a quality spouse: One can of Spotted Dick on your bedstand. You're welcome.
(p.s. You can also thank me for not making a joke about how if you feed a woman enough treacle, she'll be eager to eat spotted dick. De nada, innocent blog visitor.)
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