It's probably a bad thing when the tech support person is impressed by how slow your computer is
Wow...really late post today, Jeremy. Get with the program!
I have a perfectly valid excuse. My PC is in the shop. I mentioned yesterday how Sametime was on the fritz...well it still is, and nobody seems entirely sure how to fix it. As such, the first tech support person sent the problem to a second tech support person who sent the problem to an actual local "Deskside support" person. Apparently, "Deskside support" means I bring my computer to them while they fix it, but whatever. After an hour and a half of trying to fix the silly thing, she told me she would need to keep it since it would take a long time to fix.
Because of this (and some other reasons, I guess) I've decided to go on vacation. See you all in a week!
Jeremy Is In The Office will be out of the office next week. We'll return August 8th with more of this sort of junk.
Friday, July 29, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Or Have You?
If you can read this, I've fixed my computer
Well, then I guess congratulations are in order.
Maybe not. This is one of those few Sametime Statuses that's not quite my Sametime Status yet. You're actually getting a preview on the Blag here.
I actually don't think I get it.
So, the whole point of this website is to share with the Loyal Readers some of the thought process behind my daily Sametime Status changes. To take a quick step back, Sametime is the name of the instant messaging program we use at work. Most people leave their status as "I am available" or something equally dull. Long ago, I decided this was insufficient, so I would change mine randomly, and it blossomed into a daily thing with loyal readers and entertained guests. Often, one of the messages would be a little too obscure for most people to get, so I would spend considerable time explaining it to people...that's where this website comes in.
Anyway, this all centers around one very simple concept...actually having a Sametime Status. Well, as of yesterday, the program will not run on my computer anymore. I made the mistake of trying to upgrade to the new version since I got an angry email saying that the version I use won't work soon. As you might expect, the install choked, but only after deleting the old version. So the new version won't install, the old one is gone...I went back and re-installed the old version, and it says it's installed, but it won't run.
Long story short, I have no Instant Messenger program at work now, a couple new friends at the tech support desk who have suggested re-installing the program (thanks for that), and only one way to share my Status with the world. So, on the off chance that my computer gets fixed today, and I can once again have a Sametime Status...well...this will be it.
Well, then I guess congratulations are in order.
Maybe not. This is one of those few Sametime Statuses that's not quite my Sametime Status yet. You're actually getting a preview on the Blag here.
I actually don't think I get it.
So, the whole point of this website is to share with the Loyal Readers some of the thought process behind my daily Sametime Status changes. To take a quick step back, Sametime is the name of the instant messaging program we use at work. Most people leave their status as "I am available" or something equally dull. Long ago, I decided this was insufficient, so I would change mine randomly, and it blossomed into a daily thing with loyal readers and entertained guests. Often, one of the messages would be a little too obscure for most people to get, so I would spend considerable time explaining it to people...that's where this website comes in.
Anyway, this all centers around one very simple concept...actually having a Sametime Status. Well, as of yesterday, the program will not run on my computer anymore. I made the mistake of trying to upgrade to the new version since I got an angry email saying that the version I use won't work soon. As you might expect, the install choked, but only after deleting the old version. So the new version won't install, the old one is gone...I went back and re-installed the old version, and it says it's installed, but it won't run.
Long story short, I have no Instant Messenger program at work now, a couple new friends at the tech support desk who have suggested re-installing the program (thanks for that), and only one way to share my Status with the world. So, on the off chance that my computer gets fixed today, and I can once again have a Sametime Status...well...this will be it.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Times, They Should A-Change Right Back
83% of rap lyrics consist of explaining why the song's artist is better than every other rapper
In a poorly kept secret, this Sametime Status is a thinly veiled facade for letting Jeremy link to This Clip from an old Comedy Central show.
Well...maybe.
But really? Two consecutive messages involving a made-up 83 stat? People are going to catch on.
Well, that's beside the point anyway, since everyone knows I don't listen to rap music.
Aside from the Tupac song you have...and the copy of "Fear of a Black Hat" in your DVD collection...and Erasure's cover of "Rapture"...and didn't you once download an NWA song...something about Police?
Hardly worth mentioning. What is important today is that everyone knows that Bob Dylan's grandson, Pablo, released his own rap CD this week.
Dear God. I hope this is as made up as your statistics.
Sadly, it's not. Pablo Dylan is, in fact, an aspiring rapper, and his song "Top Of The World" not only violates Jeremy's Big Rule #1 in the first 5 seconds, but performs a whimsical bout of musical nepotism in the first minute, capitalizing on Bob Dylan's musical success to try to push his own. So, yes...I feel your pain, Pablo...growing up among both "scrutiny" and "mutiny" with your graddaddy's money. Feel free to release more songs that just happen to link your career with that of an actual musician.
By the way, I'm not even a connoisseur of hip-hop, but I'm pretty sure that this song is pretty terrible by those standards.
In a poorly kept secret, this Sametime Status is a thinly veiled facade for letting Jeremy link to This Clip from an old Comedy Central show.
Well...maybe.
But really? Two consecutive messages involving a made-up 83 stat? People are going to catch on.
Well, that's beside the point anyway, since everyone knows I don't listen to rap music.
Aside from the Tupac song you have...and the copy of "Fear of a Black Hat" in your DVD collection...and Erasure's cover of "Rapture"...and didn't you once download an NWA song...something about Police?
Hardly worth mentioning. What is important today is that everyone knows that Bob Dylan's grandson, Pablo, released his own rap CD this week.
Dear God. I hope this is as made up as your statistics.
Sadly, it's not. Pablo Dylan is, in fact, an aspiring rapper, and his song "Top Of The World" not only violates Jeremy's Big Rule #1 in the first 5 seconds, but performs a whimsical bout of musical nepotism in the first minute, capitalizing on Bob Dylan's musical success to try to push his own. So, yes...I feel your pain, Pablo...growing up among both "scrutiny" and "mutiny" with your graddaddy's money. Feel free to release more songs that just happen to link your career with that of an actual musician.
By the way, I'm not even a connoisseur of hip-hop, but I'm pretty sure that this song is pretty terrible by those standards.
Monday, July 25, 2011
I will stink until further notice
My soap is sponsored by NASCAR. I need new soap
You'd stop using soap because of a shameless corporate partnership with a sport you don't watch?
It's the principle of the thing.
There are other principles about showering, you know.
Entirely beside the point. Today's Post is a mild rant about silly partnerships and sponsorships of sporting events in general.
I don't watch NASCAR, or any sort of racing. I'm 100% certain that every NASCAR driver is a better driver than I am, and we'll leave alone the argument about whether or not car racing is a sport, and I'll just point out that I don't want to watch racing. Step 1, you drive until you have to turn left. Step 2...there's no step 2. Why do I want to watch people do this for 2 hours? Sure, they're driving faster than I would in my car, but that doesn't make me want to spend the time to watch them do it.
One of the main attractions of NASCAR is that the cars, the drivers, the pits, the pit crew, and even the post-race speeches are slathered in non-stop corporate sponsorships. Each car contains 83 separate corporate sponsor ad placements, based on a Google picture I just looked at. All of these logos are subsequently repeated on everything associated with the car, including the uniforms, and the truck used to carry the car from one race to another. (The point of this always escaped me...seems to me they could save time by just driving the cars themselves instead of loading them onto a truck...the cars are much faster.)
Anyway, the product placements tend to reverse themselves, with NASCAR logos showing up on various products that I may or may not want to buy. The fact that NASCAR wants me to buy these particular products, in lieu of other brands of the same type of thing, really has no positive impact on whether I choose that or not. If anything, I tend to steer myself away from things that are the "Official Nonsensical Product of NASCAR." Case in point, my new bottle of soap. For some unknown reason, I didn't notice this in the store, but it's got a picture of some NASCAR driver on it who wants me to buy this soap because he's got the same logo on the rear inside fender of his car. I don't really care if NASCAR boy wants me to use this particular soap. I choose it because it leaves me clean and fresh-smelling, without drying my skin like most other soaps. Now that I have to wake up every morning and see NASCAR while I'm in the shower, I may have to reconsider my association with this particular product.
As a bit of an aside, for your amusement, I've compiled a list of pretty nonsensical NASCAR sponsors (ie: Things that have little if anything to do with driving a car in circles). Enjoy!
You'd stop using soap because of a shameless corporate partnership with a sport you don't watch?
It's the principle of the thing.
There are other principles about showering, you know.
Entirely beside the point. Today's Post is a mild rant about silly partnerships and sponsorships of sporting events in general.
I don't watch NASCAR, or any sort of racing. I'm 100% certain that every NASCAR driver is a better driver than I am, and we'll leave alone the argument about whether or not car racing is a sport, and I'll just point out that I don't want to watch racing. Step 1, you drive until you have to turn left. Step 2...there's no step 2. Why do I want to watch people do this for 2 hours? Sure, they're driving faster than I would in my car, but that doesn't make me want to spend the time to watch them do it.
One of the main attractions of NASCAR is that the cars, the drivers, the pits, the pit crew, and even the post-race speeches are slathered in non-stop corporate sponsorships. Each car contains 83 separate corporate sponsor ad placements, based on a Google picture I just looked at. All of these logos are subsequently repeated on everything associated with the car, including the uniforms, and the truck used to carry the car from one race to another. (The point of this always escaped me...seems to me they could save time by just driving the cars themselves instead of loading them onto a truck...the cars are much faster.)
Anyway, the product placements tend to reverse themselves, with NASCAR logos showing up on various products that I may or may not want to buy. The fact that NASCAR wants me to buy these particular products, in lieu of other brands of the same type of thing, really has no positive impact on whether I choose that or not. If anything, I tend to steer myself away from things that are the "Official Nonsensical Product of NASCAR." Case in point, my new bottle of soap. For some unknown reason, I didn't notice this in the store, but it's got a picture of some NASCAR driver on it who wants me to buy this soap because he's got the same logo on the rear inside fender of his car. I don't really care if NASCAR boy wants me to use this particular soap. I choose it because it leaves me clean and fresh-smelling, without drying my skin like most other soaps. Now that I have to wake up every morning and see NASCAR while I'm in the shower, I may have to reconsider my association with this particular product.
As a bit of an aside, for your amusement, I've compiled a list of pretty nonsensical NASCAR sponsors (ie: Things that have little if anything to do with driving a car in circles). Enjoy!
- Coca-Cola - Official Non-Alcoholic Beverage
- Coors Light - Official Beer
- Freescale - Official Automotive Semiconductor
- Gillette - Official Shaving Product
- Mars - Official Chocolate Bar, Official Cheese-Filled Snack, AND Official Pet food
- Nabisco - Official Cookie
- Old Spice - Official Deodorant
- Sirius XM Radio - Official Satellite Radio (Seriously? There's only one Satellite radio company in existence)
- Sunoco - Official Convenience Store
Friday, July 22, 2011
He shouldn't have been there
Squashing a lightning bug is as interesting as it is sad
You killed a defenseless lightning bug? What a jerk!
In my defense, this particular lampyridum had invaded my bedroom right around bedtime. All I saw at first was a medium-sized insect flying around my room. Not wanting to stand for this sort of intrusion, I grabbed a slipper and went into combat mode. The main overhead light was turned off, so all the light in the room was from a small bedside table lamp. I moved into attack position, slipper at the ready, and when the little sucker landed on the ceiling, I wound up and gave him what for.
Just before impact, the bug decided to light up, as lightning bugs are wont to do, but there was no stopping the slipper. The bug subsequently got splattered all over the ceiling, but to my amazement, he stayed lit. This is the interesting part.
So now, I have glowing bug remnants stuck to the ceiling of my bedroom. This is arguably worse than having a flying insect in there in the first place. So at this point, I took the slipper and again flicked his carcass off the ceiling, sending him about 10 feet (glowing the entire way) to the floor where I could scoop him up and give him a proper burial at sea (read: flush). It was easy to locate the bug once it reached the floor, because whatever makes lightning bugs light up was still going. The more interesting part is that there was still glowing bug goop embedded in the paint on the ceiling. I had to reach up to the ceiling with a paper towel to scrub away whatever it was that was glowing.
I'm still not sure what exact kind of reaction is causing a lightning bug's glow, but we can all rest easy knowing that not only does it not stop after the bug's death by blunt force trauma, but it is also contained within whatever goo the bug leaves on the surface. There's your science lesson for the day.
You killed a defenseless lightning bug? What a jerk!
In my defense, this particular lampyridum had invaded my bedroom right around bedtime. All I saw at first was a medium-sized insect flying around my room. Not wanting to stand for this sort of intrusion, I grabbed a slipper and went into combat mode. The main overhead light was turned off, so all the light in the room was from a small bedside table lamp. I moved into attack position, slipper at the ready, and when the little sucker landed on the ceiling, I wound up and gave him what for.
Just before impact, the bug decided to light up, as lightning bugs are wont to do, but there was no stopping the slipper. The bug subsequently got splattered all over the ceiling, but to my amazement, he stayed lit. This is the interesting part.
So now, I have glowing bug remnants stuck to the ceiling of my bedroom. This is arguably worse than having a flying insect in there in the first place. So at this point, I took the slipper and again flicked his carcass off the ceiling, sending him about 10 feet (glowing the entire way) to the floor where I could scoop him up and give him a proper burial at sea (read: flush). It was easy to locate the bug once it reached the floor, because whatever makes lightning bugs light up was still going. The more interesting part is that there was still glowing bug goop embedded in the paint on the ceiling. I had to reach up to the ceiling with a paper towel to scrub away whatever it was that was glowing.
I'm still not sure what exact kind of reaction is causing a lightning bug's glow, but we can all rest easy knowing that not only does it not stop after the bug's death by blunt force trauma, but it is also contained within whatever goo the bug leaves on the surface. There's your science lesson for the day.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
It's warm?
Look around, Leaves are brown, And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
Employing a little mind over matter today?
Indeed. If you don't mind, it don't matter.
So even though it's a brisk 98 degrees today, you'll sing songs about winter and snow, and nobody will notice.
Well, I also figured that since everybody is out there whining about the heat today, hearing somebody sing about snow would be a welcome change of pace.
It's hot. Deal with it.
Employing a little mind over matter today?
Indeed. If you don't mind, it don't matter.
So even though it's a brisk 98 degrees today, you'll sing songs about winter and snow, and nobody will notice.
Well, I also figured that since everybody is out there whining about the heat today, hearing somebody sing about snow would be a welcome change of pace.
It's hot. Deal with it.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
It doesn't look a day over 10
Happy 75th Birthday, Wienermobile!
Does it have a first name?
No. That's only Bologna.
Pretty much the same concept as hot dogs.
True, but only one of them comes in giant, mechanical, rolling versions. That would be, of course, the Oscar Mayer Wienermobile!
Brief pause for rowdy cheers...and go.
Well, this week marks the 75th anniversary of the Wienermobile. It's really quite exciting. Here are some fun facts about the iconic automobile:
Except what's in them...
So go on out and enjoy your barbecue!
Does it have a first name?
No. That's only Bologna.
Pretty much the same concept as hot dogs.
True, but only one of them comes in giant, mechanical, rolling versions. That would be, of course, the Oscar Mayer Wienermobile!
Brief pause for rowdy cheers...and go.
Well, this week marks the 75th anniversary of the Wienermobile. It's really quite exciting. Here are some fun facts about the iconic automobile:
- There have been 10 different incarnations of the Wienermobile, including one based on a Mini Cooper.
- There are currently 7 Wienermobiles on the road.
- The drivers of the Wienermobile, who are all college seniors selected from thousands of applications, are called "Hotdoggers."
- US Congressman Paul Ryan is a Hotdogger alumnus.
- The Wienermobile has been pulled over twice for speeding in the town of Henderson, TX.
- The Wienermobile's horn can play the Oscar Mayer jingle in 21 different musical genres.
Except what's in them...
So go on out and enjoy your barbecue!
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