Supercklin

Saturday

Housewarming Day, Independence Day and I’ve finally reached a conclusion about a nagging, reoccurring thought rolling around in my nighttime brain. Bear with me … there is a poltergeist is this flat.

Nope, no craziness here. I can now cite three exact instances of unexplained phenomenon:

1. The current song, “Bone Machine” by the Pixies played on repeat more than 5 times before being caught
2. Last week, the external hard drives wouldn’t mount. Why? the power strip was off.
3. The yellow head bopper guy Fenton, POD, and I retrieved from a coin machine in Daegu is often found facing me in the morning instead of out the window where I leave him

Go ahead, call me crazy.

But there’s more.

July 4, 2009 @ 19.28 | no interjections
stashed in year 8, Caleb J. Cook

Friday

More special “Fuck You” juice for Google and their ditching of the Right-side Label doohickey, which, yes, IS VITAL to my fucking existence. People who know my agitated history with asinine tech support boobs, billing deparments, and old hagwon bosses know that when I get angry, I get wordy and write a lot. So I tapped a rage-vein and fired off this to them just a moment ago:

who do i have to blow to get right-side labels back??

yeah, it would be THAT worth it.

i love gmail, but now i dont wanna even use it anymore.

it is just such a massive waste of space.

the “new features” equate to either a series of retarded drag and drop procedures or excessive mouse movement with Carpel tunnel inducing wrist action.

i suppose some coding maverick thinks i have a mile high screen thats only 30cm wide and a boggie-board sized mouse pad to be dragging my arm across the desk all day.

i cant believe im actually looking for a gmail alternative.

but im sure with this nonsense a real gmail killer is just around the corner. and ill bet its not afraid of a three column layout …

Seriously in the market for something better than Gmail now, that part is no joke.

July 3, 2009 @ 18.59 | no interjections
stashed in Google, year 8, writing, net, Anger, Hatred

Man, Koreans just don’t have a clue about the world and what being offensive actually means. They seem to think offensive means dirty food stalls on the street, taxi drivers who won’t speak languages other than their own, and confusing road signs. There are currently massively funded government led efforts to “clean up” all of these things for “foreigners” so the will have a “good impression” of Korea.

But if you’re never gonna even touch things like these cell phone ads:


For such a homogeneous culture, I am perplexed as to why it always harangues around skin color or other acute differences in things like nose height.
“I can’t decide whether I want the cracker phone or the nigger phone ( ._.)”
(Google that passage to find the original thread, I don’t wanna pingback on that blog).

July 3, 2009 @ 18.32 | no interjections
stashed in money, stranger in a strange land, Anger, politics, So-Ko