Friday, November 30, 2007

too bad i'm not going to the Big Game!

Go Bears!

http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1789288


It took me a second to figure out what they were doing, but this is great.

the nice guys are the ones to keep an eye on...

So, this article I found on yahoo confirms what I have known anecdotally for a long time.


The worst cheaters are the guys that insist they are so nice...


Not the genuinely nice guys. But the ones that spend a lot of time proving their moral correctness. The ones that say things like "Aliseya...I would never cheat...I only want you" Ya right. And size doesn't matter.

it's when they start the "greatest boyfriend ever" campaigning that I get suspicious. Very Suspicious. And nervous. it generally has meant that they were up to something. something i wanted no part of.

Honestly, it's the supposed "cheaters" that you don't have to watch. because they keep it real...when you ask a question, they'll tell you. You just have to be prepared to hear the truth.

And it's the guys that do their dirt on the low and that are risky...because their truth isn't always true.

for my friends that are reading this and raising one eyebrow right now, just ask yourself...once you got to know them, which of my exes did you like better...the wild music industry dude or the 'squeaky-clean' D.A. and then ask yourself which one, in reality, did more dirt?

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

actual error message on YouTube.
at least the monkeys are trained

this is awesome...so i was making this:



and i got this message on YouTube a few minutes ago...
500 Internal Server Error

Sorry, something went wrong.

A team of highly trained monkeys has been dispatched to deal with this situation. Please report this incident to customer service.

Also, please include the following information in your error report:


M1GcDjDJy45-CoE4VksQPrTmDvjnvtKftcfdK7NejBfd3D1qUa_q__8uMRNM
M7IofhooMD8t9sSc5z9047Oq5fBwJyySrMdwLUoB1clfzbOg38no8tDD3eA1
WnFO-B8FiviLU6lhpd-pGcN9wRbJO2pJVAqNCGp9OM4JsQozgy8gu
yXC9MDDRBI45t4wHlOmw75lJ_I65Yqh7ebFF1X0=

error code truncated because it was too long...


what was I trying to do when i caused the error? nothing special.

I was doing video ad research.

Leave a comment...let me know what you think of it...it'll play some semi-random video. For the search terms, I put in britney, celebrity meltdowns, fighting cats. (not cat fight, but like two cats on a stool fighting-that video was on the myspace.tv promo ad, so i know someone else watched it too... )

anyhow, let's see what shows up in this awesomely semi-random video player...

have i mentioned...i love flash...

when it comes to flash, i'm pretty easily entertained...no need for complex 3d graphics...or particle systems...just give me some good 2D animation and let me turn the sound off and we're good...

this game totally reminded me of super mario bros...the old school version...but with bunnies and bears.

http://fliiby.com/file/101/e7efhosmvu.html

Saturday, November 10, 2007

I heart airlines

No, not really. my new goal in life is to get a private jet, just so I don't have to go through this again....

So, I'm on my way to atlanta, and i'm flying out of SFO (pain) instead of flying out of OAK (which is just 10 minutes from my house). so it's already more work than it should be..

so anyhow, my fight is at 12:55...so this means I have to take some vacation time from work so that I can be at the airport by 11:30. So I do. And I get there nice and early, and I'm told that the flight is delayed. Okay, that's fine. How long? 30 minutes? An hour?

No. 5 hours.

Me: WTF! the flight is delayed until 6. So I didn't have to take a vacation day? Great. So, since I only live about 30 mins away (in no traffic), I decide to wait at home, since it's only noon at this point.

So I get home, and check online to make sure the flight is in fact leaving at 6. It is, so at 4, I leave my house again to go back to SFO. This time there's traffic, but oh well, it's better than waiting at the airport all day.

So around 5, I get back to the ATA counter but no one is there.

"HELLO!"....

"HELLO!"....

nothing, no response. So i wait...i mean really, it's 5pm on a Friday afternoon, you'd think that the counter would be staffed. It's not, but there is a sign, with a 1-800 number to call. Great. so I call the number, wait on hold for a few minutes and then get told...oh...ya...we don't have any flights scheduled to leave SFO on Friday afternoons, so the counter is closed until 7:15.

Okay, but i have a flight that is going to leave a 6? So what about that? Well, you'll just have to go to the gate?

So I can't check my bag?

Not until 7:15.

But my flight leaves at 6.

Sorry.

Okay, wtf.

So I try to go to the gate. And of course, I can't get through, since i'm tying to go through with my luggage that should be checked. It's big, and horror of horrors, I have shampoos and gels and perfumes and all sorts of other great smelling contraband. With my ferragamo perfume and body shop body butter, i'm totally living on the edge. Man, if i would have had a mocha in my hand, i may have gotten tasered.

But as always, with the TSA, the worst is what they don't catch...so at this point I'm beyond annoyed. I mean, really, it's 5:30 and I'm still @ SFO. So, as security is pointing out all of my 'dangerous' gels, they are overlooking my razor. Seriously. They even picked the razor up to get to the dangerously pink bottle of perfume.

So, at this point, my a$$hole streak comes out. I'm like, really? I can't take my Potion 9 and friends on the plane..but *everything else is okay*.

So they get suspicious and are like, miss, we're going to have to inspect your bag again. I'm like good. do it slowly this time, don't miss a thing...

So, they come back and the woman doing the inspection looks at her supervisor with a very proud look on her face and says "I found one more thing!"

and i'm like about @#$%in time you found the one thing that could actually be a weapon. But alas....she reached past the razor and pulled out my body butter (it's thick lotion for those that don't know)...and still...the razor stayed where it was...in the "safe" category.

So at this point, they were like we can either throw these items away or you can go back to the counter and check them. I was like, you mean the counter where no one is?!?! If you can get someone to that counter, that will be a miracle!

So, since my bag was big, and therefore wouldn't be allowed as a carry on, and since it wasn't even guaranteed that they'd be able to check it at the gate, I said, just give me my weapons of mass destruction back so that I can go to the counter. That dangerously expensive body butter was $20.

So then I get back to the counter and again, no one is there. So I go over to the Continental counter, since there are people working at that airline, and I ask them, can you please peek in that room back there behind the ATA counter and check to see if someone is back there. please?

but at that point, this guy, that is just wandering around stops and says, I work for ATA. And i'm like where were you at 5? He didn't answer. Because at 5:45 he was f'in around with the people at Continental, so at 5 he was probably over at Delta askin for a better job.

anyhoo...so long story short, he tells me that now there isn't enough time to check my bag and that i'll have to get on the 10:30 flight.

10:30. Seriously. I was supposed to be on the plane at 12:55 and because you guys can't get your @#$% together, I have to take a red eye and miss my appointments in ATL? No, forget it, I want a refund and I'm not going anywhere.

Miss, we charge a cancellation fee.

Not today you don't. I was here ON TIME twice and you guys can't seem to 1) have a plane at the airport (that was the problem the first time..the plane was not even at SFO. and 2) can't seem to have people at your counter. What kind of airline doesn't have planes or staff at the airport? and then you want to charge me a cancellation fee? what for? so that you can pay for the other plane you have on layaway?

So they waived the fee.

So now, my goal in life is to get a private plane. Or get a ride on someone else's.