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BFF? Not so fast!

Apparently in the UK, some schools are banning friendship. No really!  See, it’s too hard on the poor children when their best friends inevitably betray them, so we’d better protect them from that by making sure they never make any good friends. Sounds perfectly logical to me!

OK, yes, I realize it’s The Sun, which isn’t exactly a bastion of journalistic integrity. Still. That’s pretty awful right there. Also, I’m totally sick of the “WE MUST PROTECT THE CHILDREN” line. What makes children so important, anyway? Most of them can’t even talk right. Idiots.

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And the award for stupid D-Bag of the year goes to…

… Mr Alan L. O’Neill of Washington! Mr. O’Neill got married in 2001, then left his wife in 2009 and moved on. Except, hey, he forgot about that whole “getting a divorce” thing. He skipped that step, and moved directly on to the next step, “getting re-married.”

And he might have got away with it too, if it weren’t for you meddling kids.  I mean, if it weren’t for Facebook. Turns out, wife #1 was minding her own business on Facebook when she got one of those automated “people you may know” friend suggestions. She clicked on it, and hey, what’s this? It’s her husband and this woman together in a wedding photo.  As in, they were getting married. To each other. Did I mention he never bothered to get divorced from his first wife?

So naturally, she called his mom. That’s what I like best about this story, actually. The woman’s first reaction to finding out her husband was married to another woman wasn’t to call the cops (she did that later) or to call him on the carpet herself. No, the first thing she did was rat him out to his mom. That’s so junior high. And yet… so appropriate!

The second best thing about this story is the mention at the end about how Mr O’Neill is “free, but due in court later this month, which is standard procedure for non-violent crimes.” Prosecutor Mark Lindquist explains: “About the only danger he would pose is marrying a third woman.”

And that, ladies and gentleman, is what we call a money quote.

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Always raise those suited no-gaps

In the poker world, it’s common for the winner of a big tournament to pose for pictures while sitting behind a giant mound of chips (or cash). Often the photo op will include the winning hand, either proudly displayed by the winner or propped up in front of the chips.

So this quick snapshot I took of a magazine cover is pretty standard stuff, really:

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Except… take a closer look at that “winning hand.” You may want to go ahead and click on the image to get the full sized view. I do apologize for the crappy cell phone snap, but it’s all I had available at the time.

Do you see it? That’s right, Johnny Scruffbeard there apparently won a sizable Texas Hold’em tournament with suited nines in the hole. Just in case you didn’t know, Hold’em is played with a standard 52 card deck, which does not include two nine of spades. At least, it sure shouldn’t.  It’s not unheard of for a bum deck to get into play, even at the highest levels of tournament poker. But when that happens, it is generally discovered rather quickly, and any action that took place with that deck is voided (if possible) and play will resume with a new deck.

So, I’m thinking this is a stupid Photoshop mishap. But the fact that such a stupid mistake could not only be made, but would make the cover of an actual magazine is mind boggling. I mean, I would think that somebody at this here poker rag actually knew enough about poker to know you can’t have suited nines wired. But perhaps I expect too much?

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I hate the phone

When I’m not busy complaining loudly about things on the internet, I work at a day job where I sometimes fix computers. I say “sometimes” because I’m really good at my job and so the computers rarely break.  Haha!  Ok, that was a lie. The truth is I only sometimes fix them when they break, because I hate you all.

Anyhow, the other day I got a help desk ticket from someone needing a file restore. Backups are one of the things I’m actually responsible for, so the ticket came to me. No problem! I can do that. I’m good at file restores. Except, hey, what’s this? The ticket doesn’t actually say what file the user wanted restored. In fact, it just says, in essence, “I’ve deleted a file! Call me!”

Now, to me, this defeats the entire purpose of a help desk ticketing system. See, the point is, you describe your problem in detail, and I fix it. Simple, huh? I’ve always thought so. And for the most part, it works fairly well. Alas, some people just don’t “get it.” This person was apparently one of those people. So I (rather nice and calm-like, I thought) emailed the user and asked that she email me the name of the file she wanted restored, and also the full path, if that wasn’t too much trouble.

I waited, and never got a reply. The next day, I instead receive a call from a coworker. He had just fielded a call on our help desk phone line from this user, complaining that I had not yet resolved her issue! I pointed out that she had not yet, in fact, told anybody exactly what it was she wanted done. After looking at the ticket himself, he agreed that this was so, and called the user back. She then apparently dictated to him the path and folder name (it was actually a whole folder, and not just a file) she wanted restored, he updated the ticket for her, and I went ahead and restored said folder and closed the ticket.

Problem solved, right? No, of course not. A few hours later I get an email that says “Hi, I see you closed the ticket for my file restore. However there are still folders missing! You found this one so I was hoping you could find the others too.  Call me!”

Grumble grumble grumble.

I had to get up and take a walk for a bit after that. I mean, really? You took the time to type out an email to me explaining how I failed to restore folders you never told me you wanted restored, but you didn’t bother to take the extra ten seconds to actually tell me which folders are still missing?

After my cool-down walk and a bit of stalling, I finally gave in and picked up the phone. After all that, the user didn’t answer and I got her voice mail! I cheered this tiny victory and left a message, politely asking that she email me the names of all the folders she needed restored. I fully expected to receive an email saying something like “Hi I received your voice mail.  CALL ME!” So convinced was I of this that I steeled myself for the next hour, waiting for it to come in.

Thankfully, it never came. The user finally decided she’d better communicate her problem, and sent an email with the information I needed to be able to help her.

VICTORY IS MINE!

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What time is it? How fast can I go?

You know how you’ll be tooling along at 40 MPH on your way to work, and holy shit, out of nowhere there’s a horde of mewling little bastards blocking your path on their way to serve their daily prison sentence learn how to become upstanding members of society? And how you gotta jam on the brakes and go slow through the school zone because there’s a special speed limit in effect during the times the kids are most likely to be busy getting in your way?  Well, imagine if you had to deal with signs like this:

AP Photo/Tim Thompson

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That there is Michigan resident Greg Smith, standing in front of one of the signs in his neighborhood. Some genius clearly decided to save a few bucks on a flashing light to indicate when the school speed limit is in effect and instead decided to list in painstaking detail all the times when the 25 MPH limit is in force.

As Greg points out, drivers almost have to come to a full stop just to have time to READ the entire sign to figure out what the speed limit is! And the thing is ludicrously specific as to what times the reduced speed limit is in effect. Why is there a 15 minute period between 8:22 AM and 8:37 AM when it’s not in effect? For those 15 minutes only, it’s perfectly OK to do the normal speed limit through there, but once that clock ticks over to 8:37, better stomp on those brakes son! Wouldn’t it be easier for everybody involved to just say “6:45 AM to 9:00 AM, and 2:00 PM to 4:30 PM” That does away with the weird gaps and makes the sign, you know, READABLE. By humans. Driving by in cars.

No, that would definitely be too sensible.

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