Some random things that grind my gears. · 7:58am Dec 10th, 2016
1. "Top 10" lists on websites where you have to click "next" and load every. single. fucking. list. item. separately. on. a. new. page.
2. People that drive slow in the fast lane. (They call it the passing lane in Europe which is more accurate for what the lane is intended for, passing slow cars, not cruising soccer moms.)
3. Ads. (It's not uncommon for adblock to block 100+ ads per webpage visited and I just have to wonder... why?!) Ads work on either click-through or completed views, so when I come across some webpage / video I want to watch and an ad loads, I close the page. The content isn't worth my time, not even a "you can skip in 5 seconds" on youtube is worth it.
4. Max Complexity in Firestorm viewer for Second Life. Basically, Firestorm decided you're too fucking stupid to configure your own graphics setting and did a stealth update adding a feature to automatically de-render anyone whose avatar it deems "too high poly". What's too high poly in this, Two-Thousand-Fucking-Sixteen? 300,000 polys. My 3d models in Maya have taken shits at a higher poly-count than that.
5. The way I feel right now. Lazy, unmotivated, cold (it's in the 50's F, (10 C) in the day and 30's at night and I don't have a heater), and alone.
I feel you. kinda. My appts at like 60F. I just always wear a jacket or 2.
........ What do you consider warm? Normally i consider 50 F to be a warm day in spring and fall. So i'm curious the area that would inspire such a high temperature as being cold.
I love #2.
2. People that drive slow in the fast lane. (They call it the passing lane in Europe which is more accurate for what the lane is intended for, passing slow cars, not cruising soccer moms.)
as we have a saying lead / follow / get the f__k out of the way. and I have bean know to move slow cars a time or two.
80k makes it easy to push stupid people.
#1 is explained by #3. 10 times the ads for the people not using adblockers.
Wow, you still play Second Life. I... I almost wonder if I should visit the Grid again, but it seemed like there was almost nothing to do any more if you didn't want to dance or gamble.
I was a Marquez, back when last names were batches, and I fondly recall huddling around a little particle campfire someone had just made from clipboard text and a couple naked primitives while we pondered how to build a library or make some half decent elevators.
Wild times...
...2000? What is this? 2002?