Oceanside, Nevada » annoyance

Just a couple of points…

Wood — Mon, 13 Oct 2008 17:08:21 +0000

Update: The commenter who inspired this post sent a very gracious apology and, out of respect for a kindness rarely shown in the vast anonymity of the internet, and because I really didn’t need to be quite so self-righteous, I’m removing the post. Think of it as removing one little bit of unintended ugliness on the Internet.

Wasted Potential

Wood — Mon, 11 Feb 2008 16:38:43 +0000

Anyone else find it strange that iPhone can’t read iWork files?

I mean, it’s cool that I can view Word and Excel documents but hey, I’m drinking the Kool Aid here: I use Pages!

Let’s have a mobile version of iWork that syncs with my Mac so I can carry files and edit them when I’m out and about. Give me Back to My Mac so I can grab files I haven’t explicitly synced and let iPhone iWork read and edit Office files. Tie it tightly to Mail so i can save attachments, mail and fax with an efax service Oh, and give it a read-only ebook mode. That would be great.

A Brown Trousers Moment

Wood — Thu, 31 Jan 2008 21:22:52 +0000

So I’m heading south on the 215 and I’m in the center lane doing about 65. There’s a truck to my left and a little ahead of me. The corner of his bumper is maybe six feet off of mine.

Too fast for me to see where he came from, this idiot on a rice rocket screams between us and gets in front of me. I figure he was probably doing 90 or so, fast enough that he had to sit up to shed enough speed to keep from going through the rear window of the car ahead of him.

I didn’t start thinking of him as a fucktard though until he shifted lanes again and wheelied the bike. Fucktard boy then stands on the pegs and puts a foot up on the seat and rides that way for, oh, maybe 200 feet before dropping back down on two wheels and cutting across three lanes to make the Decatur exit.

I’m no adrenaline junkie but I have no problem with them as are. You want to stunt it up, fine. But when you pull that shit in moderate to heavy traffic you’re not just endangering yourself, you’re risking the life and limb of dozens of other people who don’t have your reflexes or steely resolve. In other words, you’ve just represented your sport with all the ambassadorial skill of a hunter who pays to shoot hand raised game released at his feet.

Way to go, asshole.