Joss Whedon Is Brilliant Again

Brilliant.

Watch it. Love it.

I has a hugz counters!

Yes, yes. I has hugs now…even if I did have to resize the counter so it didn’t crowd into my actual blogs. Whee!

In other news…

I can TOTALLY relate.

That is all.

–Jer


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Ruminations On Idiocy While At Work

Okay…so I create this post (the first real post I’ve made in a while) due to a bit of a rant. It’s a work-related rant, so it’s internet and technology ranting (and user idiocy), so you’ll have to excuse me a bit.

Seriously. Why do some people believe they can just leave all their messages in their web-based email’s inbox? I’m not talking about when you have a personal email account, you have 300 messages from over the last year or two, and you leave them there. That’s…you know. SANE. What I’m talking about here is people who, like this customer of ours, don’t understand the purpose of a little thing I like to call “E-Mail Maintenance.”

Just for those of you who don’t know (if there’s any such out there who read my blog who don’t)…E-Mail accounts don’t just exist in the ether. There isn’t some mythical God of Email, sort of a Cyber-Hermes (wow, I know someone’s going to mistype a web search and find this post instead of either Transgender Sex Role-Play or STD-Related Sex Role-Play) who delivers your email from the time you hit “Send” straight to the person on the other end. E-Mail is stored at your ISP (Internet Service Provider)’s home servers until such time as you delete it out of your account. A server is a computer, much like a home computer, only much bigger. They look like this:

Server Clusters

Don’t look quite like what you’ve got at home, does it? If it does, I’m jealous.

Anyway, these servers have a finite (huge, but finite) amount of disk space to them. Because of that, limits have to be imposed. Most people would realize that an email box has a limit to it, right?

Well, here’s a hint, idiot customer of the day….IT’S NOT 70,000 FUCKING EMAILS!

Or, more specifically, it’s not 65,535 emails, for a total of 42 megabytes of email. In ~ONE~ folder. Shockingly, the server is coming up with an error. And this person has the temerity to refuse to move their e-mails from their Inbox.

My question is this…why, in the name of Hades’s Enlarged Sensitive Third Nipple, would you WANT to keep that many emails (dating from September of ‘06 to now…yes, almost 70,000 emails in one year) in one folder? Doesn’t anyone have any idea of organization? What, do they say “Oh, I need to find that one e-mail from February 23rd of this year” and then don’t MIND going through page after page after page (Yahoo! limits the number of mail showing on one page to a maximum of 100 for page-loading purposes) after page after page after page after page after…well, you get the idea…to find it? What’s wrong with moving stuff to another fucking folder?

Oh, that’s right. You’re LAZY. Thaaat makes sense now. You’re lazy and stupid. Bad, bad user. No Twinkie for you. You only get Ding-Dongs. Because Ding-Dongs suck. And keep your grubby little hands the HELL off of my Zingers. Bad users don’t get Zingers. Mmmm, Zingers…

Sorry, had a moment.

Oh, and of course…guess what all those e-mails were? You guessed it right…porn. Lots…and LOTS…of porn. At least I didn’t have to test-read them to make sure they worked.

New Rule, Folks: Your I.Q. must be this tall to ride the internet. No excuses.

Fucking people.

–Jer


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VoldEmoRT

This is what happens when I’m suddenly struck by inspiration way past when I should be in bed…

Yes, I know. I need serious, serious help. But it’s so much fun. :D

EDIT: I have, of this moment that I uploaded an image of the Dark Lord, 666 views.  I think I should be frightened.  :D

–Jer


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Pictures are Worth a Thousand Giggles (Or Snorts)

You know…I was going to blog yesterday about Paris Hilton, and then I decided not to. After all, this useless waste of humanity already has more then enough ink, real and digital, spilled about her…why should I add to it? Any attention paid to the woman who’s fame is solely due to being disgustingly rich, a reality TV show, and a really bad sex tape is too much, especially at this point. Why in the world would I want to give that…that THING any more attention?

And then I came across this picture, and it just lifted my heart.

Doesn’t that just lift your heart?

I know, I know, it’s not very original or thoughtful to rag on Paris Hilton. Everyone is outraged that she initially served only five freaking days in jail of her prison sentence. And everyone (besides her, her parents, LA Sheriff Lee Baca and Dog the Bounty Hunter) is thrilled that she’s going to serve the remaining 40 days behind bars. We get the point already.

But really. Is it right that we let our blase attitude toward pieces of trash like Hilton numb us to the fact that people like her, anti-Semite Mel Gibson, and other celebrities usually live under a double-standard? Hilton friend (and sex-tape “star” herself) Kim Kardashian may claim that no one else would receive such a harsh sentence, but we all know full well that this is bullshit. Thousands of people are sent to prison every day for similar crimes as the one Hilton committed. Most of them serve a hell of a lot more then five days, and “medical issues” like the one Hilton claimed are never a cause to let people go. This is why prisons have medical facilities. Hell, people on suicide watches often don’t get the benefits this nobody got. House imprisonment? *Snorts* Yeah, that’s really a problem for someone who lives in a 2,700 square foot home in the Hollywood Hills that has a CLOSET bigger then her cell was (is!) going to be.

Let’s face it. Judge Michael Sauer did the right thing, end of story. Paris supposedly was distraught about going to jail, and that’s the “medical issue.” Wow, big shock, I would be, too. Get over yourself, suck it up, do your time. If you’d been a big girl about this, maybe you could have actually gained some respect in terms of being willing to take the consequences for your actions. Now…you’re just the drama queen retard nobody that everyone knew you were.

And, on another note, we find the OTHER retard in a priceless picture. This one was at least doing his job (much as he ever does), attending the G8 summit in Heiligendamm, Germany.

Does anyone see anything wrong with this picture? Anything at all? Really, look closely. That’s a beer in the hand (and going into the mouth) of our President, an admitted former alcohol abuser, while he’s at a diplomatic summit with the leaders of Canada, France, Germany, Italy, Japan, Russia, and the United Kingdom. Seriously, folks, what the fuck is wrong with this man? It simply defies explanation.

And yes, I know, it’s a “non-alcoholic” beer. Point of fact #1…non-alcoholic beer is, for the most part, a misnomer. They do in fact contain some quantities of alcohol, and besides that, the taste alone is enough to make it something that should be avoided by people who have a history of abuse. (Note that Bush has never claimed to be an alcoholic, although he has admitted to abusing it. Splitting hairs.) Point of fact #2…the morning after this, Bush was laid up in bed with illness, one that (I’m quoting from the article here) “his aides said ‘was probably more viral in nature’ and did not appear to be the result of anything he ate at the summit.”

Viral illness, or hangover? Hmmm. Yeah, when the man who has his finger on the buttons of our nukes is potentially on the sauce again, I worry. Go figure.

Lastly, one more picture, from Dubya’s visit to Pope Benedict, a man who has been famously compared to none other then Emperor Palpatine and managed to piss off Muslims in a way that few people know how to do when he specifically quoted a passage from Byzantine Emperor Manuel II Palaiologos that went a little something like this: “Show me just what Muhammad brought that was new and there you will find things only evil and inhuman, such as his command to spread by the sword the faith he preached.” Yeah, that’s a Pope for the new fucking millennium.

Anyway, I saw the picture, and I just couldn’t help myself but to caption it. Enjoy.

I’m so going to this theoretical Hell.

–Jer


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Closest to Heaven?

A 1984 advertisement for the World Trade Center…

Closest to Heaven?

The irony is just agonizing.

There’s your depressing thought for the day. I was gonna write a some kind of reflective thoughts on the 9/11 attacks that was going to be meaningful, but I’m wordless on the topic. It’s kind of funny how that happens to me, when far more personally-affecting things, I can ramble about at great lengths.

Ah, well. That’s the way it goes.

–Jer

Inspired by Idiocy

So, here’s the article…

Blundering Bush makes ANOTHER gaffe as he winks at the Queen

Yeah, that’s our president, all right. So, by this, I decided a picture in there just NEEDED captioning. Here you go.

Bitch, please...

I’m SO making an Avatar out of this soon…

–Jer