Porcupine quill soup

Mine fine and brilliant wife has been blogging quite a bit lately. Being a savvy blog reader, you will likely enjoy her ramblings.

I hate myspace. But it seems as though it’s a necessary evil in order to remain a part of contemporary 1st world, civil society. Why do I hate it? Poor load times, poor design, poor security. (For example, show me a profile set to private and I’ll have any photos in the profile for you in less than 30 seconds.) Yet why do I deem it necessary? Because last night I logged in for the first time in a couple months and found 3 messages from old college/high school/middle school chums that I haven’t spoken with in ages. And that’s pretty cool. And I try, try, try to direct to this webpage anyone who happens upon my myspace page…but it must be much easier just to click “Send Message” and wait 10 minutes for the messaging form to load then it is to click a hyperlink and be rewarded with much more content and fun. In summary, myspace, you suck, but I thank you for reuniting me with old homies. But don’t turn your back because I’d just as soon shank you in the kidney than login to you.

Speaking of things I hate (and why not? I’m feeling frisky today): IM at work. Let me rephrase that: work IM. I actually really like having the ability to IM while I work. I use google chat via gmail like a mofo and find it convenient and helpful in many ways (thank you to noah for providing me AIX support!). I hate, however, having to use work IM. When I receive non-work IM (while at work), I don’t feel the need to respond right away. It’s during the day, I’m marked available, and my friends should know I’m working and will get to them when I can. But, when I receive a work IM while at work – I have to stop whatever I’m involved in, which typically equates to a total stoppage of any flow (a constipation of my work-product bowels, if you will) to read and respond (most times with nothing more than “OK”). With my boss on the East Coast, it’s no wonder we rely so heavily on IM – but if we were all in the same office, there’s no way in all of corporate-dom we’d communicate in such a non-productive fashion.

The last thing I hate: the comments at kansascity.com. Good lord, for every intelligent comment on a story, there are 5 others that are racist or retarded (usually a combo of both). I don’t really have a solution to this one. I supposed I’d rather have access to that one good comment than none at all, but damn I hate wading through that bullshit to get there.

This has been your morning bitch session. Check in tomorrow when I take on: Cerner layoffs, cold weather, and anal fisting (I think there’s a song in there waiting to be written).

Porcupine quill soup

2 thoughts on “Porcupine quill soup

  1. B. says:

    Ohhh…thanks for the link to “mine fine wife’s”…very funny…I hadn’t subscribed to the RSS yet for some reason…well, not for “some reason”, because I’m forgetful.

    I tolerate MySpace in the same way, too, man. I’m finding more and more people I know on there…hate to sever the link, ya know? I wish they would speed it up, good lord.