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general request to lj at large
May. 31st, 2009 02:03 pmEveryone:
STOP LINKING TO LOCKED POSTS IN NON-LOCKED POSTS.
It's making me headbash keyboards today, nearly literally. If you're so caught up in whatever it is the person has posted about that you can't see the little lock icon, if your layout has thoughtfully eliminated it somehow, or if your flist consists of half of LJ, I can sort of understand. But for the sake of every deity that has ever been prayed to, if you later find out that the thing is locked, EDIT AND SAY SO.
This has been my daily expression of frustration with the human race. That is all.
STOP LINKING TO LOCKED POSTS IN NON-LOCKED POSTS.
It's making me headbash keyboards today, nearly literally. If you're so caught up in whatever it is the person has posted about that you can't see the little lock icon, if your layout has thoughtfully eliminated it somehow, or if your flist consists of half of LJ, I can sort of understand. But for the sake of every deity that has ever been prayed to, if you later find out that the thing is locked, EDIT AND SAY SO.
This has been my daily expression of frustration with the human race. That is all.
for those who care
May. 29th, 2007 07:39 pmMy account comes up for renewal in June. I won't be renewing it.
http://limmenel.livejournal.com/917913.html
http://liz-marcs.livejournal.com/266024.html
They're coming for who they think are the baddies, and I'm speaking up with my money before they can come for me. I encourage you all to do the same.
EDIT: Okay, I still agree with the need to make noise, but removing myself from the forum in which to make the most and best noise is NOT the way to do it. And it's really just another victory for the non-LJ arseholes spearheading this witch hunt. A much better idea would seem to be encouraging everyone with a plus account to either downgrade to basic or upgrade to paid. Heck, give me a couple of names of users with plus accounts who can't upgrade due to cashflow issues, and I'll be glad to give them a year's sub. Anything to promote creativity and community without dependence on ad money.
So, vigilante types, game on. Hope you're having a good time, because that would make one of us.
http://limmenel.livejournal.com/917913.html
http://liz-marcs.livejournal.com/266024.html
They're coming for who they think are the baddies, and I'm speaking up with my money before they can come for me. I encourage you all to do the same.
EDIT: Okay, I still agree with the need to make noise, but removing myself from the forum in which to make the most and best noise is NOT the way to do it. And it's really just another victory for the non-LJ arseholes spearheading this witch hunt. A much better idea would seem to be encouraging everyone with a plus account to either downgrade to basic or upgrade to paid. Heck, give me a couple of names of users with plus accounts who can't upgrade due to cashflow issues, and I'll be glad to give them a year's sub. Anything to promote creativity and community without dependence on ad money.
So, vigilante types, game on. Hope you're having a good time, because that would make one of us.
piece. of. dren.
Aug. 21st, 2006 11:34 pmI am so FUCKING MAD at Microsoft Word right now it should be hopping a Greyhound to New Jersey. When I got my new Palm, I shelled out for the portable version of Word so I could write things with some length, and that's where I've been tap-typing my recipe list in during lunch. I come home, sync it, fix the formatting, re-sync, and take it back to work the next day. Tonight I decided one of my collector binders should contain only recipes I'd entered, and spent the last 1 1/2 hours typing in something like 150 recipe titles. I chose Save from the File menu, closed the document, closed Word, and synced. Then, just to check, I opened the file on the Palm. It was exactly the same as it had been at 9:00. 2 1/2 hours earlier.
So, here's the shell game of the week: where the FUCKING HELL is my FILE??????
I have searched hidden files and folders, found cached copies that look exactly like the normal copies, and am coming up enragedly clueless. The file had a name when I saved it, and was not saved as Doc1, untitled, Word, or anything of that sort. (I checked.) I'm sure it was saved, because Word wouldn't have let me quit if it hadn't been. All I can think of is that Documents to Go decided, for some incredibly stupid-ass reason, that a backup copy saved at 9:03 pm was preferable to a file last edited at 11:25 pm, and overwrote with the old data. If so, STUPID. FUCKING. PIECE. OF. SHIT.
That Greyhound better have room for two.
So, here's the shell game of the week: where the FUCKING HELL is my FILE??????
I have searched hidden files and folders, found cached copies that look exactly like the normal copies, and am coming up enragedly clueless. The file had a name when I saved it, and was not saved as Doc1, untitled, Word, or anything of that sort. (I checked.) I'm sure it was saved, because Word wouldn't have let me quit if it hadn't been. All I can think of is that Documents to Go decided, for some incredibly stupid-ass reason, that a backup copy saved at 9:03 pm was preferable to a file last edited at 11:25 pm, and overwrote with the old data. If so, STUPID. FUCKING. PIECE. OF. SHIT.
That Greyhound better have room for two.
so i want to kill this waitress
Aug. 8th, 2005 09:48 pmWent to Ruby's on Saturday for lunch, and it was packed. Fortunately, parties of two were in short supply, so we got to sail ahead of the large families and get seated pretty fast. Problem was, our waitress didn't show up for a while. When she did, I noticed that she was the one who'd been talking with the single-diner guy at the table five feet away for the majority of the last ten minutes. She took our order, disappeared for a bit, and then showed up at his table again. For about five more minutes. This continued. She'd make a round of her tables, either dropping off food or taking orders, run back to the kitchen for a minute or so, and then go back to his table to chat. And he lingered over his double cheeseburger and chili fries with ranch, which were delivered just after our order was put in, until about two minutes before we left.
Sunday at BJ's, the bad game of Diner Dash continued. Again, quick seating, and this time the waitress showed up fast too. But apparently I made a mistake in trying to healthify my lunch: I ordered no mayo on my sandwich and got it anyway; and the baked potato half with nothing on it had obviously been sliced a while ago and let sit. Had the food arrived in ten minutes instead of twenty, this wouldn't have been a problem, as I could have resisted the hunger long enough to send it back. (I tend to get less picky about cook-spit in my food when doing WW; it's fewer points than mayo or butter.) However, the wait, combined with this being my first meal of the day, made it near impossible to put off eating. So I started scraping mayo and discarding goopy lettuce and turkey bits. This took me a while, but getting back to check on us took the waitress even longer--long enough that I was down to the crust on the first half of the sandwich. Admittedly, I'm not a fan of the "team-store" approach where the busboy brings your food and the server bounces up ten seconds later to ask how it is before you've tasted it, but it would've saved a whole lot of grump in this case. And whoever made it mandatory for anorexic blondes to ask whether you want dessert, when they should know full well you've had a temper tantrum over a tablespoon of mayonnaise, should be shot.
Sunday at BJ's, the bad game of Diner Dash continued. Again, quick seating, and this time the waitress showed up fast too. But apparently I made a mistake in trying to healthify my lunch: I ordered no mayo on my sandwich and got it anyway; and the baked potato half with nothing on it had obviously been sliced a while ago and let sit. Had the food arrived in ten minutes instead of twenty, this wouldn't have been a problem, as I could have resisted the hunger long enough to send it back. (I tend to get less picky about cook-spit in my food when doing WW; it's fewer points than mayo or butter.) However, the wait, combined with this being my first meal of the day, made it near impossible to put off eating. So I started scraping mayo and discarding goopy lettuce and turkey bits. This took me a while, but getting back to check on us took the waitress even longer--long enough that I was down to the crust on the first half of the sandwich. Admittedly, I'm not a fan of the "team-store" approach where the busboy brings your food and the server bounces up ten seconds later to ask how it is before you've tasted it, but it would've saved a whole lot of grump in this case. And whoever made it mandatory for anorexic blondes to ask whether you want dessert, when they should know full well you've had a temper tantrum over a tablespoon of mayonnaise, should be shot.
