Over on the new YPN blog, they have a group photo of the YPN & Content Match teams. As you can seem from the hand gestures, some of us apparently are hostile to the residents of Great Britain.
Where am I? I’m the head sticking out by the purple circle in the back. And speaking of hand gestures, check out Tim right under me throwing out big Y. That’s how things roll out here in Burbank, dawg.
Oh, how I want one.
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Some asshole broke into my Jeep Wrangler this morning.
After getting ready for work, walking to driveway, I saw my Jeep blanket, one I usually keep in the back, tangled in some of the bushes. I opened the passanger door to throw it in the back, and noticed the 12 pack of Diet Sprite I couldn’t carry in last night was on the car seat, ripped open with a few cans missing. That’s when I looked around and saw the contents of the glove box where now on the floor, the sun-visors where flipped down, the ashtray open, and, damnit, my GPS was gone. Further investigation revealed they took my book of CDs (mostly burned copies — a few originals, but those I had already ripped), and some loose change/dollar bills I used to keep in the ashtray to give to homeless people.
The only thing I really feel bad about is the GPS. If you own a Jeep, you own a car where the only thing stopping a criminal from getting into your car is some velcro and a couple of zippers. And that’s assuming you have the top up. You have to expect that you’re going to get broken into and just not leave anything you don’t want to lose in the car.
When I first got my Wrangler, I considered getting a car-alarm, in particular one with an internal motion detector, for when I had the top down. The general advice on the Jeep message boards was not to bother — not with the motion sensor or an alarm at all. In fact, it was recommended not to even lock your glove box or other storage space. The reason being you usually only have cheap just in there, like CDs. And what’s worse, losing $40 dollars in CDs or losing $40 in CDs *AND* paying $200 to repair the damage to the lock some asshole did just to see if, by chance, you had left the Hope Diamond in your car overnight.
Which is why I feel dumb about the GPS. After 3 years, I got lazy and just started leaving it in the car. Oh, I’d unplug it, and put it out of sight, but it was still dumb. It’s an older model, so I can’t see them getting more than $100 for it. Actually, I just checked on Ebay, and it looks like the model I had was going for $50 (and that’s with the software to load the maps, which requires a registration key they don’t have).
All in all, not much lost. I can’t see burned CDs going for anything. A used CD case, is what a few dollars? Soda goes for 3.33 for a 12 pack at Ralphs, so $.56 for the two cans. Add all that with the loose change and the GPS, and their whole take was probably, what, $60? Does $60 even get you much in the way of crack-cocaine?
Apparently they had 2nd thoughts about my Jeep blanket. And who the fuck steals Diet Sprite? Fuckers.
Where was the birthplace of Christian Fundamentalism?
Kansas?
Nope.
Alabama?
No.
Answer below the fold.
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Even someone who hates Sprint as much was suprised by how fuckerly they can be:
A vehicle is carjacked with a baby 10 months old. The father has left his Sprint cell phone in the car. The local authorities contact Sprint, who informs that while, yes, they can and have located the phone (and thus the car), they’re not going to give them the information unless they first pay a $25 fee.
I guess I shouldn’t feel so bad I didn’t get a coupon.
Not only does Sprint not care about you, their customer, but the value they place on your loved ones is, oh, about $25.
It’s the last day of our trip to the Wisconsin Dells. For the uninitiated (that is, anyone not from the Midwest) the Dells is basically the place you would beg your parents to take you as a kid, due to summer daytime tv ads showing other kids splashing around, having lots of fun, while the best thing you’ve got going is the neighbor with a fancy sprinkler. It’s about five hours from Chicago, so most likely you never got to (or, at best, not that often) and instead, you made do with running through that sprinkler. If you were really lucky, someone got a slip ‘n’ slide.
Here they put that sprinkler to shame. Not only do they have the world’s largest water park resort, but they go so far as to declare themselves the world capitol of water parks.
Now you might be wondering how or why does one visit a water park in winter? Although, if you’re from California, that thought never crossed your mind, but now that I’ve put it there, you too are wondering “Yeah… actually, how do you visit a water park when the temperature is is below freezing?”
Well, the crazy fuckers have even gone so far as to put parks indoors. Big ones. The one we’re at is 350,000 square feet of water park and that’s just one of forty. That, my friends, is some serious dedication to water slides.
And here all you thought Wisconsin had was cheese, cheap beer & cigarettes and 10 electoral votes.
This is our 3rd day, our final day. Despite some really cool rides, past adolescence, there’s only so much splashing around you can take. Instead, being a grinch-nerd, I’m hunkering down nice & dry with my laptop & the free-but-flakey wireless in the lobby.
After being here a few minutes I started to notice something: everyone is white. And I don’t mean most, I mean all. Everyone. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I saw someone of another race. Turning around to survey down into the pool area, a quick scan of some 100 people and nothing but white people.
No hispanics. No asians. No blacks. No nothing. Just white people. This is fucking David Dukes wet dream. (No pun intended.)
I decided to start my own demographic survey. After all the the lobby is fairly busy, with a lot of people coming & going. I’m at 103 so far, 100% white. That’s 2.44% higher than the 97.56% stat listed on the wikipedia page.
This is fucked up.
UPDATE: After 229 white people, an asian family of 7!
Diversity, at last.
Merry Christmas everyone!
Wherever you are, I hope you’re having a great holiday!
After bitching about Discover Card, I feel obligated to share my most recent interaction. The other day I seem to have lost my card. Not a big deal, but a minor annoyance, especially since it’s around the holidays. I called up, canceled my card and requested a new one. I figured it would be a week or so before I got it, but without even asking, they shipped it express via DHL.
Well done, Discover.
It’s down to the final two: Randal and Rebecca. Two of possibly the best candidates seen so far on the four seasons of the Apprentice.
Despite my strong leanings towards Rebecca (after all, she’s a fellow U of C hottie (and, yes, I am a hottie)), I don’t expect her to emerge as the sole finalist.
Instead, my prediction is that The Donald hires them both.
Think about it: He fired four people earlier in the season and the episode just before last night he fired two more. Batch firings were certainly the theme for this season. So why not batch hirings?
Remember, my friends, I’ve been right before.
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