Dustin Gaddis
www.MiddleGaEpic.com
Why do people feel the need to list all of their bikes in their signature?
F'n @ssholes. The world has way too many of them:
http://nyti.ms/1JE4jbI
WASHINGTON — When President Obama sent his inaugural Twitter post from the Oval Office on Monday, the White House heralded the event with fanfare, posting a photograph of him perched on his desk tapping out his message on an iPhone.
The @POTUS account — named for the in-house acronym derived from “President of the United States” — would “serve as a new way for President Obama to engage directly with the American people, with tweets coming exclusively from him,” a White House aide wrote that day.
But it took only a few minutes for Mr. Obama’s account to attract racist, hate-filled posts and replies. Posts addressed him with racial slurs, called him a monkey, and one had an image of the president’s neck in a noose.
The posts reflected the racial hostility toward the nation’s first black president that has long been expressed in stark terms on the Internet, where conspiracy theories thrive and prejudices find ready outlets. But the racist tweets are different because now that Mr. Obama has his own Twitter account, the slurs are addressed directly to him, for all to see.
Within minutes of Mr. Obama’s first, cheerful tweet — “Hello, Twitter! It’s Barack. Really!” it began — Twitter users lashed out in sometimes profanity-laced replies that included exhortations for the president to kill himself and worse.
One person posted a doctored image of Mr. Obama’s iconic campaign poster, instead showing the president with his head in a noose, his eyes closed and his neck appearing broken as if he had been lynched. Instead of the word “HOPE’’ in capital letters as it appeared on the campaign poster, the doctored image had the words “ROPE.”
The accompanying tweet said “#arrestobama #treason we need ‘ROPE FOR CHANGE.’” It was addressed to @POTUS by a user calling himself @jeffgully49, who has posted other images of Mr. Obama in a noose, and whose Twitter profile picture shows Mr. Obama behind bars. “We still hang for treason, don’t we?” his post said.
Another Twitter user responded to the president with just two words: “Black monkey,” a comparison that was not uncommon in the posts addressed to Mr. Obama. “Get back in your cage monkey,” another person wrote.
It only took the server guys a week to set up 54 file shares in their gateway. It only took us working together off and on for three more days for them to get the file shares recognized by the gateway software they administer. So after I validated that we could merely touch the remote directories from the System z I said OK, you've checked the directory permissions and added the icacls command to the launcher script in the software out on the 54 servers? Why, yes of course we did, they said. Well, what they meant was they did it to the first four machines. First full run blew up on the last 50. If they would let me just do all this stuff myself I could get this project to finish months earlier. Separation of duties is a total productivity killer.
Dear Bicycle Clothing Manufacturers and Retailers. All of You:
Your "fit guides" are completely, totally useless. They're not even remotely reflective of reality. I'm tired of meticulously taking measurements of myself and checking against your fit guide, only to receive something that would be a little too small for Herve Villachaize but is mysteriously labelled a "large." I don't get it. Are people on the average shrinking? Is there some new fad where people want to look like a cased sausage? Is Lycra becoming prohibitively expensive, and we're going to have to start dipping into the Strategic Lycra Reserves?
If you're in the biz and you sell clothes, check your online "fit guide" against the product you're hawking. For the love of God, please do it. I'm sooooo tired of the game of ordering something and having to send it back and play the mystery game all over again about what size to get. Hell, if you're a certain European company (I won't get specific here), you'd think I'm a 325 pound linebacker because I need an XXXXXXXXXXXXXXL jersey from them. I'm about 6'2, 195. Hardly Andre the Giant sized.
So, typical thing today - get jersey, realize without even putting it on it's way too small despite abiding by their "fit guide" (the jersey is about double the size of a post-it note and looks like something they might give away at a bike-themed circus), call the company for a freakin' RMA, wait for the RMA, off to the post office, wait another week for the jersey, wash, rinse repeat.
Gah.
Vlad, since you asked.
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Wow, Houston was right!
gawd these markets are tough.
but hey - I have my health and my family. is it friday yet?
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