Frankenthulhu
The Naked and Famous
Fourth time? Fifth? I've lost count!
USDA Guide to Obliterating Animal Carcasses With Explosives
"Horseshoes should be removed to minimize dangerous flying debris."
"Use more explosives than shown in the examples on large animals like moose, especially if total obliteration is desired."
Sitting in the park in the sun, watching videos about robots.
"Driling Together for Progress."
Waiting for The Robot
I understand that this trench is to be the insertion point for the drilling robot for the Central Subway. Every time I ride by it I get excited about the prospect like it's Christmas morning: "Is the new robot here yet? How about now? When do I get to see?"
Since this neighborhood is largely landfill, it will be going really deep (700ft, I think I read?) unlike the Transbay Tube which wasn't actually drilled: they lowered it from the surface.
When Worlds Collide
Update: The Google SF office, half a block away from Mozilla, has one too:
DNA Lounge: Wherein Yelp continues to suck.
Every now and then someone will post a Yelp review related to one of our various parties or businesses and we would like to publicly respond to it. Yelp has decided that they won't let you do that unless your business account has a human face as its avatar: no logos allowed. And they apparently employ an army of underpaid outsourced schmucks to enforce this by actually looking at and flagging every uploaded photo.
Of course they don't enforce this on all accounts, oh no. There's a logo instead of a face for Starbuck's, Best Buy, the ballpark... But when we have our staff meeting and six of us sit around and collectively formulate our official response, they insist that our company have the wrong face attached before we can publish it.
After weeks of trying, Barry finally managed to get a Yelp ad rep on the phone to complain about this -- basically saying, "I'm going to buy ads with you as soon as you fix this" -- and her response was to rant at length about how much it sucks to work at Yelp now, and how she can't get anything done.
- "So, I want to give you money if you fix this, and you're saying you can't?"
"That's right. I can't fix it. You're not the only person who wants this, and your not the only person whose business I've lost over it. My employer is making it impossible for me to do my job."
Well played, Yelp! Well played.
Honestly, I wish there was a way for us to just opt out of Yelp entirely. It is far more of a pain in the ass than a benefit, in every way. I would even pay them to ensure that when you search for my businesses' names, you got a 404.
Sadly they do not offer that service, either.
Update: Don't miss part 2 of this story!
Dear jwz, keep your hands out of your mouth. Love, jwz.
To my eternal shame, I bite my nails. I have quit many times -- sometimes for years at a time. I remember the first time I actually bought nail clippers, and thought, at last this is licked! Oh ho ho. I do empathize with smokers on this.
So, I went to the dentist last week, and filled out one of those questionnaires about injuries and allergies and so on, and one of the questions was:
- Are you under an unusual amount of stress? Y / N
My gut reaction was, hell yes! My job makes me crazy. Especially lately! But then I reconsidered, because, this nightclub has always made me crazy and I've been at this, and stressed, for quite a few years now. But before that? Well, my previous job sure stressed me the fuck out. And the one before that, etc. so I guess I've been stressed since I became employed full time, so, age 17? Oh wait, high school! Fucking hated that, let me tell you. And middle school was no walk in the park, and elementary school was even worse...
So, an unusual level of stress? What would be my basis for comparison? When I was five years old?
I circled N.
Anyway, I passed my dental visit with flying colors (my mouth is awesome, thanks) with the one caveat, "This tooth right here, right up front: you grind your teeth. Knock it off."
Yesterday I chipped that tooth. While biting my nails.
So now every time my tongue finds that chip, it's a very vivid reminder to keep my fucking hands out of my fucking mouth.
I have not bit my nails in almost 24 hours. Go me. This time for sure.
