I don’t know about you, but my eyes are already trained only to read the top half of a web page these days. Rather as a Victorian would not look below the waist, I do not let my eyes have even a second’s contact with the revolting Have Your Say or Comments section of a BBC site, a YouTube page or any blog or tech forum. The lower half of web pages is very like the lower half of the body — full of all kinds of noxious evil smelling poison. I suppose it has to be expelled somewhere, but you will forgive me for not wanting to be close by when it happens.
I rail against thoughtless recruiters too, but I try to distinguish between thoughtless and typos.
— lauraglu.
In Web development no assumption goes unpunished.
Run this in a Terminal:
/System/Library/Frameworks/CoreServices.framework/Frameworks/\ LaunchServices.framework/Support/lsregister \ -kill -r \ -domain local -domain system -domain user
Then relaunch the Finder (Command+Option+Escape, click Finder, click Relaunch).
When choosing to use an image from my computer [I have to choose a Picasa album to add the image to], I am not allowed to create a new Picasa album or choose not to upload the image to Picasa.
This is a problem in the screenshot above, as I’ve been given access to a client’s Picasa album, but I have never created a personal Picasa album.
Primarily, Saturday night in Rustenburg offered England supporters a whistlestop tour of tournaments past: featuring as it did irrational player choices, injuries, goalkeeping howlers providing the requisite scapegoat/tabloid hate figure, perceived national humiliation against a perceived national enemy, and a manager acting like an archetypal malfunctioning England boss. It was, as the stadium chants have yet to observe, “just like watching England”. If you only had tickets for the Rustenburg game, you can console yourself with having had the entire traditional England World Cup experience in microcosm.
Reading Watchmen in the past I’ve always had a hard time of the castaway story cutaways. Not conceptually, the juxtopositions Are wonderful, but the words of the captions themselves never seemed to sink in.
With rash, sweeping cuts like that, you should be the British Chancellor of the Exchequer.
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What is it your people say, ‘hiyoo’?
‘Heeyo’
I'm never sure of the pronunciation.
shut the fuck up about hipsters.
shut the fuck up about hipsters.
shut the fuck up about hipsters.
SHUT. the fuck UP. about HIPSTERS. shut the fuck up forever about them. they are not even real. they are just regular dudes and ladies with a certain aesthetic and maybe a certain taste in music, just like you and your friends. shut the fuck up about triangles, beards, and irony. you created them. shut the fuck up about hipsters now and tomorrow check again to be sure you have remained shut (the fuck) up. shut the fuck up about buzz bands. clean-shaven dudes in polos like them just as much as hirsute ones in flannel. if you have ever said “ugh there are so many hipsters here” you literally deserve to be murdered. small-town Iowa has dudes who like obscure things too. shut the fuck up about hipsters.