Google, stop changing your interface just to change it. And stop making changes without allowing people to opt out. The last good change you made was instant, and that was only good because I can shut the stupid thing off.
Wikipedia did the same change, but they allowed me to choose the older interface that did not look like shit. Now I’m going to have to find (or even make) a stupid style for Google to get rid of the shittiness.
Yes, it’s petty. But it bugs the shit out of me. Don’t fix things that aren’t broken, especially without giving the choice to use the previous unbroken version. And don’t try to lie to me and say you can’t handle it. You’re just being assholes.
/waves at scott - my husband lurks around here, I’ll have to point him to the thread.
Dung Beetle, my husband has two cowlicks, and he had a new stylist cut his hair over the weekend. Yup, she cut it so that both are really obvious. Thank goodness that maybe 2 weeks’ worth of growth will hide them completely.
Underline mine. I reckon someone should point out to Ms Margaret (aka Peggy) O’Mara the evil of her working ways. She ought’a go back to the kitchen, where she belongs.
Preferably the kitchen of the cafeteria at work about a month ago, on the day when everybody who ate a particular dish got “gastrointestinal distress”. The tests have come back and The Powers That Be say it ain’t the dish, it must have been an airborne virus. One which affected everybody who ate that dish but not the other dishes cooked and served by the same people… riiiiiiight. We may not know a lot about microbiology, but it was airborne our collective, 550 people with the runs ass.
I *hope *that’s all it takes. It’s been three days and I’ve exhausted my paltry bag o’ hair tricks. I just have to go around looking like this for a while.
I don’t have a problem with people getting depressed around the holidays. I do have a problem with selfish fucks who say, “Well if *I’m *not having fun, nobody *else *can, either. :sulksulksulkwhine:”
Good luck!
Some day, I will be able to kill people with the power of my mind. It will be the best day ever.
Ahaha, I love it when people search for themselves and then come to comment on our threads. Welcome, scott!
When you figure out how to do this, please come visit me. My roommate chews her gum with her mouth open and it’s so loud that I can hear her from two rooms down with two closed door between us.
I was promised a warm, sunny day. It is neither in the least. It is, in fact, chilly, overcast with thick grey gloomy clouds, and on top of that it’s downright windy. Not one of those warm southerly winds, either.
You northern Dopers might have very legitimate gripes about how long it stays so very cold, but at least your weather is predictable. And usually comes in four discrete seasons. Here the outside temp. can literally drop thirty degrees (F) in the span of an hour. (That always feels … interesting. Plus you can visually discern who watched the weather report that morning and who didn’t.:D)
Predictable? Predictable?BWAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA. No. Oh, oh god no. I live on one of the largest bodies of fresh water in the entire world. Our weather is anything but predictable. On the 10th, our high was 15 and our low was -7 (not including windchill, mind). Three days later, it was 44 and 32. Milwaukee is known, in fact, for its constant swings in temperature.
Well, if an author is going to show up and comment then I guess I can pick it up and read it at some point.
I have a cowlick in my bangs, too, and my natural part makes good use of it. For some reason, though, they always try to part my hair on the other side so the cowlick sticks up funny. Do they not teach cowlicks in hairdressing school?
Not mine. Well, they’ll eat the food eventually, but boy, do they love the gravy! I’ve started buying pate only-type food for just this reason (the gravy-licking, that is).
Oh god - so I went on vacation with my husband and two male friends who are fellow gamers and fellow photographers. One of them brought his wife. Who is one of those people who is happiest when she’s bitching. I mean, she decided to join us in Death Valley - and on the third morning actually said “Oh look more rocks and dirt” She also complained that we talked about photography and gaming, walked too much and drove around a lot.
<nerdsquee>OMG I totally knew that was Ancestor when I read your blurb and then it totally ended up being Ancestor and I love Scott Sigler! Hi Scott! I loved Infected and Earthcore too!<nerdsquee>
Hi, scott!
Nearly knocked me on my (not small) ass, they did.