Archive for the ‘douchebag express’ Category
Dear CHBC
If you can’t show un-bias political segments, split from Canwest Media and shack up with Fox. You’ll enjoy each other’s company.
Bah.
Sometimes I wonder why I bother watching. I guess I’m just a bit of a sadist.
It’s Getting Futurish in Here
Flying cars do indeed suck
I don’t know how I’ll ever live this one down. I really don’t.
The Wonders of Tech Support
For the first time in ages, I’ve found myself on the other end of the phone. I worked in tech support, providing telephone and ticket-based troubleshooting for the past my-resume-doesn’t-go-back-that-many-years. Today, at the end of my first week of my new job as a Systems and Networks admin, I got to experience the joys of calling on of my former brethren.
It wasn’t pretty.
Why do we need customers again?
I guess I should start by “introducing” myself. I’m new around here. I’m a long-time friend of Scout. Going to back to kindergarten actually. And now we’re kind of-sort of related. Laslow is married to my first cousin. So technically I’m related to him. Anyhoo, I’ve been invited to contribute so here I am.
I was blessed to be able to work at a grocery store as a cashier the last two weeks. In those two weeks I met some memorable customers.
On Linux Douchebags
While messing around with Debian 4 and attempting to upgrade the kernel to 2.6.27 (now that it’s finalized), I came across this in a mailing list – the names have not been changed to ridicule the retarded:
You need libncurses5 and libncurses5-dev. You could have found that
information in the archive or on groups.google.com, if you had looked
for it.
best regards
Andreas Janssen-- Andreas Janssen andreas.janssen@bigfoot.com PGP-Key-ID: 0xDC801674 Registered Linux User #267976
(Emphasis mine).
Seriously people, if you ever want “the year of the Linux Desktop” to come to pass, you need to stop being elitist pricks and be nice when answering people. Pointing out how to find an answer is fine, but you don’t have to be condecending while doing it it. Sadly I doubt the email address is still active.
More Money than Brains
It’s been horribly hot around our house lately. And by horribly, I mean in the high thirties, lower forties (celsius, as we’re Canadians and all). Although Abby and I have an air conditioner, it’s pitifully small and sits in the bedroom window so that we can at least sleep at night. Ari and Scout aren’t so lucky – even though they have a basement suite, it’s still insufferably hot down there.
One of the ways to combat the heat is to consume as many iced-beverages as possible. We call them Squishies (of ‘Simpsons’ fame), however most call them Slushes or Slushies. As there are three 7/11’s within a five minute drive, they’re easy to get at any time of day, or night for that matter.
So today, being hot and in need of cooling, we piled in to my borrowed Mustang (another story in itself), with Ari holding on for dear life in the backseat-that-isn’t and Scout trying not to grip the dash too tightly, and drove to 7/11 number two, which is on one of the many hills in town. We went in, made our purchases, and left slightly cooler than when we arrived.
In order to leave the parking lot, you have a choice of two routes: Route One requires turning on to a very busy main stretch of road, with cars coming from all angles. Route Two is decidedly safer, as you turn on to a side street first, then make the switch to the busy road at a controlled intersection. As it was a busy holiday Monday, I decided to take Route Two.
Pulling on to the road, I advanced all of five feet and then stop. The light was red, and although it’s legal to turn right in such instances, there happened to be car in front of me aimed to go straight through, but taking up just enough road that I couldn’t sneak past.
As we were waiting for the light to change, said car decides that he’s going to show off the fact that he has a standard transmission and start rocking back and forth on the hill, riding the clutch and revving his engine. I’m sure he thought it looked cool, however his opinion of that will undoubtedly change we he gets the bill after the inevitable clutch replacement.
It was also hard to miss the fact that whenever he revved his engine, the dual exhust would puff nearly pure blue, but in just small enough doses so that the driver probably wasn’t aware it was doing it. As we sat behind him, though, with the windows rolled down in lieu of air conditioning, we could certainly tell.
Therefore, I decided that I should make it my duty to inform the driver of his predicament. As I watched the light, I saw it turn yellow for the traffic crossing through. Then the car in front advanced slightly to try to preempt the light, I made my move.
Darting forward, was able to pull up directly beside him, just long enough to shout “CHECK YOUR OIL!” before turning off to the right.
With another good deed done, we continued home, which is more than I can say for the startled driver of the smokey car, who was surprised enough to stall his flashy car in the middle of one of the busier intersections in the city.
Regardless of which, good times were had by all.
