Monthly Archives: February 2006

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    I’ll do it, I’ll throw fluffy!

    This post is a warning sign on the virtual highway of computing life. It’s for those attempting to stay in the fast lane while driving a creaky and leaky Windows XP. I think I just got passed by a lime green 1973 pinto, and the old lady driving it gave me the finger.

    Anyway, I came very close to shoving a sharpened pencil in my eye tonight. Just to take my mind off the pain.

    Here’s why:

    Did you know that if you hold down the shift key when you click on a folder, while you’re in the “explore” view, and you’re viewing that folder’s contents as thumbnails, that the Windows explorer will NOT show the file and folder names under the thumbnail? The shift key actually toggles viewing the file names on and off. Gah. Sputter. Cough. Choke.

    Did your further know that if you hold down the shift key and double click on a folder, while NOT in the “explore” view, that the Windows explorer will open a new window into a “explore” view, showing the contents of that folder? Gah. Sputter. Cough. Choke.

    If you’re like me, experiencing this results in the public broadcasting of an embarrassingly large quantity of loosely related short nasty words, the throwing of small meowing kittens, and a spree of Teddy bear strangling.

    Woa unto those who don’t know about the thumbnail view shift key toggle, um, eff-up, because this the type of thing the sends people to rubber rooms, drooling on themselves, mumbling about conspiracies, and giggling inappropriately at people getting hit in the crotch during dodgeball.

    All I knew was that my file and folder names disappeared for no reason that I could possibly reconcile with my tenuous grasp on reality. I searched options boxes, menu items, and various other nooks and crannies. There’s even a obvious “choose details” dialog box. Seems like a likely place for this sort of thing. Hey, the first item is “Name”. Aha! Wait, it’s checked, and keep waiting, because I can’t click on it or change it, yet my file names and folders are still not visible!

    AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!
    Meeeeeeoooooooooow…… thump.
    Meeeeeeoooooooooow…… thump.

    Holy fracking sheepdip! I must have a virus or spyware, or my disk is corrupted! Maybe I’ll have to repave my machine. Mike makes a sudden embarrassing, involuntary, and quite rude sound and then bolts from the room, only to return a few minutes later with a nice pair of freshly laundered big boy pants.

    Also try this. Go to a folder with lots of folders in it. Open it all nice and fresh and don’t do anything to it. Now hold down shift key and double click the last one. Ha ha, you just opened all the folders in the window into their own separate windows. See, if you want to double click a folder and have it open in its own window (and only open one window), you have to click on it first. Gah. Son of a Pilsbury Dough Boy! Meeeeeeoooooooooow…… thump! I swear I did this about twenty times in the last hour. Genius, pure genius.

    And now, dammit, I’m out of kittens. And, frankly, the will to live.

    time to dig a big hole out back and turn on the hose

    This motorized pool lounger makes me wish I had a pool in my backyard. If I did, I buy two of these, buy nerf lances (from the nerf jousting store), and have jousting battles.

    Update on the Battery Brain…

    I forgot something important when planning to install the battery brain on our BMW X5. The fracking battery is in the back, under the spare tire, and I couldn’t fit a wafer thin mint back there, much less the Battery Brain. Should have thought of that before ordering it, dambit. I guess you can do an “advanced” install and hang it off of the fuse box, but that makes me a bit more nervous. I’m not sure what I’m going to do here. I could have Ted May install it for me perhaps. The X5 hasn’t done its drain the battery and refuse to start happy dance lately, but I’m sure it’s just lulling us into a false sense of security.

    I love cars. I hate cars. I love cars. I hate cars. I love cars. I hate cars.

    Blast!

    Jimmy buys an Aston Martin…

    My friend Jimmy bought a Aston Martin V8 Vantage. What a beautiful car. I’m simultaneously thrilled for him and seething with jealousy. Uh oh, I’m breaking one of the ten commandments. The question is, which one? ;-)

    I always wanted a rideable lawn mower

    P.S. Good thing he’s wearing a helmet (and shorts). Safety first I always say!

    Straight to the moon, laptop, straight to the moon!

    I hate my laptop. No. Let me rephrase. I loathe and despise it.

    So much so, I cuss out the little f*cker every day.

    Do you know, laptop, what a piece of steaming poo you are? You don’t? Well, I’m here to say poo you are. Nay, not just poo, laptop, but steaming poo. Laptop. Yes, I’m talking to you. I rue the day we met. Further, laptop, I regret your very existence. Yes Laptop. You. Quit your crying, you little baby. Do you want go into the closet again? I thought not, laptop.

    Close the laptop. Put it in your bag. Come back to it a few hours or a day later. An alert: “hibernation failed” [OK][Cancel]. Click OK. You get another alert. “Plug in power immediately! You’re battery is dead you dumb user!” Black screen. Reboot. Disk churn. Churn. Screen flashes. Crash.

    Track pad. Extra features like scrolling on one side just cause flashing and beeping freakouts. Uninstalled driver leaves only the worst trackpad known to mankind. This is the one the engineer designed and said to his management “here’s the prototype, it doesn’t work for shit, but you get the idea.” Of course his managers were high fiving and shouting “Ship it!” at the top of their lungs. This is why I carry a mouse with me everywhere I bring Mr. Crashy McCrasher.

    Wireless. Hah. On. Off. On. Off. On. Off. Crash.

    Crapware? Oh, we got it. Machine running too fast? Your applications too stable? Do you need to be interrupted with ui that looks like it was designed by Skippy the ninth grade AV club president? Then have no fear we have more Crapware than you can stake a bluetooth enabled stick at. And don’t worry, once it’s installed you can’t get rid of it (it’s a particularly nastly type of Venereal Disease for computers) and your machine is never as stable as it was, no matter if you uninstall or not. Do I really need the driver for drag and drop DVD writing (wtf does this even mean)? Or the software that goes “ping”? Or software that runs around like a little kid screaming look at me! look at me! I pooed my diaper! Pay attention! I don’t care if you’re writing an important email!

    Yes, I’m talking about the Toshiba Tecra M2. Incidentally, looking around for a link to info about it, I saw only favorable reviews. Here’s the thing. Laptop reviewers? On crack. Yes. See they’re used to such craptacular laptops that this worthless hodgepodge of crappy parts and incompatable software passes for a good laptop. God that’s just pathetically sad. Try using a Mac Powerbook for ten minutes. Now that’s a great laptop. I’m talking hardware here folks. Also, does Apple install all of Skippy’s shareware projects and software experiments? No. Toshiba, Dell, Gateway, all you dumbasses should take a lesson from this. Apple strives for a unified and positive user experience, not a many bulleted list of “features” put together by marketing folks who think mass mailings and popup ads are a good idea. Oh, the humanity!

    No more Toshibas for me. Ever. And that, my friend, is my solemn promise to you. To me. To Toshiba. To all you purveyors of Crapware infested pooboxes. Yes, and to you, laptop, you little poo-top. You little lap-poo.

    Fujitsu makes good laptops. At least the ones I’ve seen. Nice hardware. A minimum of installed Crapware. Maybe one of the future Apple Intel based Powerbooks so I can run Vista on it.

    OK, I’m done bitching now. I better go reboot my laptop again. It just crashed, drained its battery, and corrupted all magnetic media within a two mile radius. There’s a smoking crater on my desktop. Know what I did to cause this? I took it out of my bag, opened it, and plugged it into its dock.

    It’s times like this I’m glad I don’t have any of the following in my office at work. Sledgehammer. Chainsaw. Acid blood from one of Ripley’s Aliens. A family of pissed off Orangutans hopped up on PCP. A scud missile. A two year old boy with a big gulp of Mountain Dew and fist full of pixie sticks. A grumpy camel.

    Yes. A grumpy camel. God help you, laptop, if I had a grumpy camel. Yes, I’m talking to you. Quit your blubbering. I’ll give you something to blubber about. Come back here. Don’t run from me. You’re only making it worse. Don’t make me get out the Orangutans. Laptop, you sicken me.