Counting this morning only:
Also, observed at 10:46 AM, weird behavior of ordered lists.
This is what you get for mocking hentai fans!
Nothing weird noticed today. Yesterday I was getting all sorts of slowdowns and errors.
But once upon a time, when I posted a comment, the comment would post, and the page would be refreshed, showing my sparkly new comment. Now, it no longer automatically refreshes, and then I am forced to wear out my F5 key to see if the comment has posted.
hentai fans
Are those the things that geisha girls flutter?
Admirers of cute anime vagendas are not to be mocked.
My knees hurt, and it's a little cold here.
I want to be taller. Also, Christ, what an asshole.
I've been noticing a lot of weird, oddly humorous, quirky comments Becks.
And some 403 errors.
Please fix them.
Emerson never just holds me anymore.
Also, post a comment, get a blank page. But on further investigation, the comment has arrived.
Comment page not refreshing, possibly due to failure to click 'post'.
And then, in all seriousness, refreshing kinda slowly.
Don't suppose anything could be done about the long-standing problems of posting a comment and getting a locked, blank, screen; that ID fields constantly go blank, particularly if one rests the comment options; that the comment options cease to work if one uses "remember info" for the ID fields; that there are no time-stamps on the posts; that when one uses "preview," the time-stamps on comments vanish?
Fixing any of these might be refreshing. Just an idle wish list. Also: ponies. (Actually, I'd much rather have a Segway; cheaper to maintain, and less smelly, particularly when chained to my balcony.)
less smelly, particularly when chained to my balcony
Now that's kinky.
Gary, you might be pleased to know that I burst out laughing on seeing "Gary Farber comments on Complain Here!" in the sidebar.
I got the "Not authorized" screen for about an hour.
I was getting a 403 off and on for the last half hour (basically, whenever I checked back).
Also, here's a real complaint: I signed up with a gym yesterday (I can't get motiviated to use my home gym, this place is 2 minutes from work). I had my first non-self-driven workout in years today. I feel like I'm going to vomit. How did I get so out of shape?
Me too, I had a long period of no Unfogged due to 403 errors this afternoon too.
I think Ogged did that on purpose because the site was driving up the server load inexplicably.
ogged is still the magician behind the curtain.
Now the comment threads don't revert to the bottom any more, but I don't really mind that.
blog a little less weird since the swimming fellow stopped posting - otherwise, no complaints.
I tried to buy a soad from a vending machine today and it stole my money. Someone who worked in the building saw what happened, told me to wait, and came back five minutes later with a phone number for me to call. I called, and they are now mailing me a check for $1.40.
The NYU Law Review hasn't yet switched to blind review, even though I started complaining about its lack on the second day of orientation.
Bob doesn't post enough.
No one is making me a sandwich right now.
re 26
Washerdryer: in the 1st paragraph is your complaint that they are refunding your money? If so, you can send the check to the Unfogged Server Salvation fund. Every cent counts in the March of Dimes.
Prehaps you are complaining that the soda costs too much ($1.40). I agree; that's an outrageous price for a 20 oz. cool & refreshing beverage. Here at [location redacted] in Arlington VA, 20 oz. sodas cost a mere $0.75. All hail Donald Rumsefeld's mad skilz in negotiating with the Coca-Cola Corporation.
I just want to test publishing a comment but don't want to just write "testing" so I will observe that I went to Junior's for lunch with a vegetarian co-worker (who picked the venue I think knowing there was only meat on the menu as to have an excuse to eat cheesecake for lunch) and thought of Tia and her vegan ways because she wouldn't even be able to do that and would have been completely SOL.
27: It's that I had to through a series of transacations (which is not yet complete, I still need to recieve and cash a check for $1.40) in order to return to me to the status quo. Also, that I'm not really sure what to do with a check for $1.40.
...and you know that part of their business plan is that most people won't be arsed, and they'll get to keep the $1.40.
I want to complain that 20 oz. sodas have taken over the country. I only want 16 oz.! Or maybe even something metric.
Again, I'm not a big soda drinker, but I love that 1 liter soda bottles have taken over our grocery stores in NYC instead of 2Ls. It's so logical since everybody has to carry their groceries and most people live in small households. Yay logic!
30 is missing a "go" before "through," and has an extra "to" before "me."
Interestingly (maybe) they required no evidence of loss, so a lot of people could probably call and receive some small amount of money, as long as they know the location of one of this company's machines and how much that machine charges. But I assume if the company started getting a lot of requests to have checks mailed to the same address, that might set off some alarms.
At my university housing complex last year the machines were so unreliable at one point that the vendor should have been prosecuted for running an illegal gambling service.
Yeah, all that work for a dollar forty almost isn't worth it (except for the principle that's at stake).
I've gotten to the point where, on the odd occasion a machine eats my money, I walk away. OTOH, I have had Coke machines pay out jackpots. (Obviously one-armed bandits in disguise.) For some reason that does freak me out.
I suspect you don't know too many 1Ls, then.
I would have gone with the normal polite step of asking who you know there, but the only 1L whose name I know went to my high school, so any name you might say won't mean much to me.
If a machine cheats me more than once I seal up the coin slot with tape or a wad of paper.
I'll admit that I had to google Tim Gunn to figure out who he is. I still don't quite get the reference.
in re 37.
Oh that link was SOOO true.
Don't play their game. Say to yourself, "I am a member of the dominant species on this planet," and just walk away (clutching the remnants of your pride).
46: Googling both Tim Gunn and phrases from 42 together reveals the probable answer.
I see. In the process of googling I discovered that there are an awful lot of bloggers following that show very closely. Interesting.
At a campus at which I took summer class a few years back it was possible to put money on an account on your ID card and use the card in the vending machines. One day I put the card into a machine that was sold out of every drink, but because the machine had not registered that information yet it tried to retrieve a bottle anyway before informing me that there were none left and I would get a refund.
My card had over $10 on it and, instead of giving me just the price of one bottle, it "refunded" all the money on the card. The flow of coins began with quarters dropping slowly one by one; nearly five minutes later it ended, with nickels.
Fun. In my misspent youth I figured out at one point how to trick newspaper vending machines into giving back the coins I had put in them plus a random couple of dollars worth of other coins which had been put in them previously by other people. It's a timing thing, very easy to outwith these machines. I don't know if they have gotten any more secure since then.
md 20/400, why don't you just be md 1/20? you're using up bandwidth with those extra zeros.
My complaints:
1. My roommate must have forgotten I was coming home tonight because the townhouse is a fucking sty. I have never seen a dwelling so foul. Were I a cockroach, I would take one look around, say "hell no", and leave.
2. Despite this, I supposedly sexiled for most of the weekend. How she is going to get this house in shape to have a guest over in less than, oh, a month is beyond me.
3. The new sweater I wore to work today somehow managed to get clingier and clingier and lower cut as the day wore on. It was so embarrassing. I feel like my breasts went to work today, not me, because that's all anyone talked to. (I'm not expecting any sympathy from the guys on this but I figure the ladies will understand.)
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Poor eyesight or a really off bottle of Mad Dog. (Its a non-exclusive OR.)
53.3 Oddly enough, I do symapathize. I did laugh too. Sounds like an awake nightmare or a comedy sketch.
Today's adventures with vending machines. I went to get a refreshing carbonated-beverage and, after carefully checking that the soda was not sold out, I put my dollar in the slot. Bam! The machine quickly dispensed four quarters. Further experiments - a quarter yielded smaller change - revealed that this was a change machine in the guise of a soda machine. Very clever.
52.2 Possibly she's going on the assumption that her guest won't notice.
Oh, I think he'll notice. And that picture doesn't convey the smell either.
The pug does not seem to have any problems with the staet of the apartment.
Funny you say that. When I emailed the pic to a friend last night, I commented: 'I do like how even her dog looks like he's thinking "look what I have to put up with!"'
Hmm. Correct the typo, or leave it to fester? ...I will leave it as a silent testimony to my proofreading abilities.
That certainly is a pigsty, but it actually looks not unlike the way a couple I know used to keep their house for long stretches at a time. In fact, there were times when my sister would specifically want me and no one else to take care of their cats because she and her husband did not want any of their friends to see the house in that state.
As for 53.3, guys do sympathize, but with whom?
I don't want to read "E\merge/ncies and D\emo/cratic F\ail/ure." But I must vote tomorrow on whether or not to publish it, and don't want to vote baselessly. If someone else reads it, I promise to give some amount of credence to their opinion.
I've now read, taken notes on, and developed an argument as to my opinion, no thanks to youse guys.
