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Showing posts with label bloggers. Show all posts
October 19, 2009
October 16, 2008
Public Service Announcment: how to un-fuck iGoogle
I found a solution that will make iGoogle usable again, at least until Google finishes fucking up its interface world wide. (or until they fire the asshole who fucked it up and fix it.)
But with side bars? Fucking unreadable.
(Do you think it shows how much I utterly despise the side tabs?)
If you have the new version, but you prefer the previous interface, go to the settings page and select English (UK) from the list of languages. Please note that this is just a temporary fix.But according to a Google help group, to make it stick, you have to change the URL you use to access it:
- googlesystem.blogspot.com
Someone posted earlier that if you change the extension on yourSo I'm back to using iGoogle, because without the sidebars, it's the best thing out there.
google url from .com to .ie then google thinks you're in Ireland and
they haven't been victimized by the "improvement" yet.
Apparently .uk works as well, maybe others. It works.
But with side bars? Fucking unreadable.
(Do you think it shows how much I utterly despise the side tabs?)
June 15, 2008
Saturday Night's All Right
They say a picture is worth a thousand words:
Yes, I did all the things that make life worth living; hung out with good people, drank, ate, and took pictures.
We met at Tobacco Road around 6pm. Actually Tere arrived at 6pm, and I arrived about 6:20. And everyone else came in as their lives permitted. We sat at the bar, noshing on cheese fries and potato wedges and the sparsest nachos plate I've ever seen. Tasty, but not the big pile of chips with stuff dribbled on it that I expected.
We'd been planning to sit out back in the fresh air, but the patio doesn't open until 10:00. We sat inside for a little while, but it just wasn't working out for us. Eventually Scott and Yvette scouted it out, and we grabbed some tables in the back, running in and out from the bar for food and drinks as needed. Which apparently pissed off the patio staff when they arrived four hours later, because when I tried to order drinks from the now-open bar, the bartender growled at me.
Along with the first (and only) drink order, Alex put in a food order, which came out in reasonable time. By this time, there were bloggers at a corner booth, bloggers at tables pulled together, and bloggers standing around various corners of the bar. Which sounds like a lot of bloggers, but we were really only about nine or ten. Yvette and I are chatting with Alex while he's eating his dinner, when a waiter (or busboy, I'm not really sure) came over.
The kid was a total asshole about it. But Alex finished his dinner, and we consolidated to the corner booth, and the "big party" got their tables. The bartender eventually made nice with us, but we never did see the waitress again.
The "big group" turned out to be cool: a group of skate boarders, they get together once a month or so to - get this - skate on I-95. Yeah, INTERSTATE 95, the highway.
They come down, and skate the ramps at the end of the highway. They wait until after-hours, and they are respectful of property and traffic laws, so the cops apparently never hassle them. They do their thing, then hit Tobacco Road before scattering to their homes.
They were grooving on showing us their boards, and explaining the finer points of speed boarding, and riding the concrete waves. They invited Yvette to come along some night and chronicle their rides, and even gave her a quick lesson.
Yes, I did all the things that make life worth living; hung out with good people, drank, ate, and took pictures.We met at Tobacco Road around 6pm. Actually Tere arrived at 6pm, and I arrived about 6:20. And everyone else came in as their lives permitted. We sat at the bar, noshing on cheese fries and potato wedges and the sparsest nachos plate I've ever seen. Tasty, but not the big pile of chips with stuff dribbled on it that I expected.
We'd been planning to sit out back in the fresh air, but the patio doesn't open until 10:00. We sat inside for a little while, but it just wasn't working out for us. Eventually Scott and Yvette scouted it out, and we grabbed some tables in the back, running in and out from the bar for food and drinks as needed. Which apparently pissed off the patio staff when they arrived four hours later, because when I tried to order drinks from the now-open bar, the bartender growled at me.
"Yer sittin' at all those tables, aintcha? So go sit, and the waitress will get yer drinks."No problem by me, but being the only customers back there, you'd have thought that she'd have come over on her own power and asked if we needed more drinks, but she didn't. And even having sat through the exchange with the bartender, it still took her ten minutes to take our order. And she never did come back to see if we needed more drinks.
Along with the first (and only) drink order, Alex put in a food order, which came out in reasonable time. By this time, there were bloggers at a corner booth, bloggers at tables pulled together, and bloggers standing around various corners of the bar. Which sounds like a lot of bloggers, but we were really only about nine or ten. Yvette and I are chatting with Alex while he's eating his dinner, when a waiter (or busboy, I'm not really sure) came over.
"You guys have to move into that booth there; we have a big party coming in."Alex wasn't halfway through his meal, and anyway, WE were a big group. Sure, we were momentarily scattered, but the table we were at held cameras and purses and drinks. It's a good thing you don't go to the Tobacco Road for the service, isn't it?
The kid was a total asshole about it. But Alex finished his dinner, and we consolidated to the corner booth, and the "big party" got their tables. The bartender eventually made nice with us, but we never did see the waitress again.
The "big group" turned out to be cool: a group of skate boarders, they get together once a month or so to - get this - skate on I-95. Yeah, INTERSTATE 95, the highway.
They come down, and skate the ramps at the end of the highway. They wait until after-hours, and they are respectful of property and traffic laws, so the cops apparently never hassle them. They do their thing, then hit Tobacco Road before scattering to their homes.
They were grooving on showing us their boards, and explaining the finer points of speed boarding, and riding the concrete waves. They invited Yvette to come along some night and chronicle their rides, and even gave her a quick lesson.
All in all, a nice evening out. And because we didn't have an attentive waitress, I woke up without a hangover!
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