Monthly Archive for March, 2008

And so that was…

Look, it's chicks!
…Easter!

Click here for a whole bunch of pictures, including but not limited to my silhouette against a blazing bonfire.

Which reminds me, here’s a little clip of said bonfire, accompanied by a heart-wrenching rendition of The Blues (by my little brother). Hence the title, Fire Blues:


Fire Blues from Richard on Vimeo.

Twitter Friend Requests or The Pitfalls of Viral Marketing

Twitter, the reinvention of the wheel (if a wheel was in fact something people use but don’t actually know if they actually need it), lets people follow other people’s activity stream. So far so good.

The fact that Twitter is by now more popular than the Ribwich has led to constant notifications telling me that this or that person is now following me. Most of the time, the person is either a bot or a spammer (which, btw, is a great sign that you’re in fact not exactly the quarterback of the Interwebs). I usually don’t reciprocate the favour and don’t follow them (a good indicator always is the ratio followers versus following - if you’ve got someone who’s following 3000 people but has a measly following of 10 people, you know that person is either mighty unpopular or a bot, both you should stay clear of, for different reasons).

So today I received another notification of someone following me, the rather telling name was termpapers. Clearly a spambot, but as with human nature and all, I was still curious to see what exactly they were offering. Well, turns out they offer, tadaaa, termpapers. From their homepage:

Paper Masters writes custom term papers and research papers. Our research paper services provide a completed term paper, exactly as if our writer was you! You give us the complete details of your project, the date that you want the research from us and that’s it! Receive your custom research paper in your e-mail complete and ready to go!

I am flattered that someone is reading my updates so diligently as to actually glean from them that I’m still not done with my thesis. But no, buying your thesis is not a solution. It’s actually just very, very stupid.

So no, dear termpaper, I will not follow you and your exploits on Twitter. Even though your first and as of now only tweet is, in its naive attempt to mimic viral marketing methods, quite charming.

Dear Postman,

Dear Postman, you're a fucking idiot.

you are a fucking idiot. And I don’t say things like that lightly, mind you. But the thing is, you know exactly how those postboxes work, right? At least, that’s what one would expect. When you, the superuser, fill those various postboxes, you do so by removing the whole front. I, lowly user, only have access to my postbox by opening the window given to me. Meaning when you shove packages in there, you’ve got at least two inches more space to do so.

So when I open up my little window, the package you have just barely managed to cram in there will be impossible for me to retrieve. I will have to resort to ripping off the parts of the package I can actually grip, until I’m able to retrieve the innards of the package.

Now, today’s package was actually an order from amazon by my girlfriend. Can you imagine how me ripping apart the package would have spoiled the surprise, had she decided to buy, say, an early birthday gift for me (I know, my birthday’s in August, so yeah, it’s unlikely, but still, it could have happened)? Or what if she’d ordered a book she really wouldn’t have wanted for me to see, like “How to murder your boyfriend, even though he’s the best boyfriend one could imagine” (which, in case you’re about to look it up, seems to be out of print right now, sorry).

In the end, it comes down to this: whenever you put packages in my postbox, keep in mind that when it’s hard for your to get in, it’s impossible for me to get out. Can you please think about that?

Thanks!

Yours truly,
Richard

Badly designed loos

Here’s a post the world’s been waiting for. A list of inconveniently designed public toilets (for men). Enjoy!

  • Toilets where, when the door is opened, people can peer in and actually see me using the urinal: Now, I know it’s not a big deal, but when I’m taking a piss, I don’t want to have people watching me. Doesn’t matter whether they “can’t see anything”. Being watched during this most pressing of matters is not on top of my list of favourites.
  • Toilets that are so small, you can’t actually stand at the urinal without being constantly kicked in the ass by either a door or someone trying to get past you: That doesn’t need a whole lot of explanation, it just doesn’t feel right.
  • Toilets where urinals are too close to each other: Let me tell you, there actually is something called “peeing shyness”. Put me in between two occupied urinals, and I’m pretty sure it’ll take ages for things to flow freely. So please, for the sake of toilet-visit brevity, mind those gaps! Or put urinals in stalls altogether.
  • Toilets without working ventilation: Which really should be a no-brainer, but unbelievably enough, there are just too many toilets without it. Having to routinely visit a place that smells of death and decay is, and independent studies have hammered this point home time and time again, life-shortening.*

For more on smell and death and decay and toilets, read this entry from a while back. It’s good fun, I swear!

And if you’ve got something to say about inconvenient toilets, why not leave a comment? I’d be delighted!

*You might not believe me about those studies, but I assure you, they do exist. And I’m not making that up.

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Euro Stencil

I like my camera, but I feel it’s time for something new. I’m now officially ready to save money for a new one.




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