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Things that frustrate us all
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Too many damn commercials on tv.
Too many damn presidential candidates on TV.
The Super Bowl halftime show. If they can't do it live, why do it at all?
^? They are live.
A growing trend I noticed are drivers, the same ones doing 15 MPH over the SL on freeways doing 10 MPH below the SL on surface streets. Apparently just to be A-holes.
I love Kroger brands! They are the only place I can find "100% Colombian Coffee" with Juan Valdez still pictured on the package.
Suck it, Starbucks.
A growing trend I noticed are drivers, the same ones doing 15 MPH over the SL on freeways doing 10 MPH below the SL on surface streets. Apparently just to be A-holes.
I love Kroger brands! They are the only place I can find "100% Colombian Coffee" with Juan Valdez still pictured on the package.
Suck it, Starbucks.
Shows that treat fans like they don't know what's good/best for them. Ugh.
No, they're not. Super Bowl halftime shows are almost always fake. They rush like mad dogs to get the stage set up (in like 5 minutes) and then they just lip sync everything. Most of the time the instrumentation isn't even live. That's because they're so worried about sound mistakes and flubbed lines and echos and all that crap. So the whole thing is just for show, really.
The only exceptions I'm aware of are the shows which had the Red Hot Chili Peppers and Bruno Mars. In both cases, the vocals were live, but the music was not.
Don't believe me? Check this out.
oh wait, Bruno's drum solo was live as well as his vocals. But when his actual band joined him, they mimed.
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Oh, I see what you meant. I agree, just sing the damn songs and let the chips fall where they may. They should be more concerned with costume malfunctions.
Unfortunately it doesn't look like there's an easy way around this. There's no time to do sound checks, so that's the biggest problem. So I guess they'd have to either bring back the marching bands (which I would have no problem with, BTW 
) or record the whole show in an empty stadium the day before the game and invent a way to generate a hologram of the entire performance. Looks like both of those are equally unrealistic. 
That said, at least in most cases where the stuff is faked, they record it specifically for the show (i.e. they don't simply use existing versions of the songs).
) or record the whole show in an empty stadium the day before the game and invent a way to generate a hologram of the entire performance. Looks like both of those are equally unrealistic. That said, at least in most cases where the stuff is faked, they record it specifically for the show (i.e. they don't simply use existing versions of the songs).
Short story:
I woke up.
Longer story:
I had the coolest dream i can remember having in my entire life.
I had a dream where I was hired by some high-tech company. They were going to take me to a flipping space station! And I got there by traveling in a spaceship shaped like a tetradecagon. It was dark grey and quite small, and the seats were benches along the walls. They were quite comfortable and had leather upholstery of the same shade as the rest of the ship. I traveled there with my best friend, my mother and one of my sisters. My mother is in the parliament of my country IRL, so she was there for some political crap. My sister was her guest and my friend was mine.
There were windows, and what I saw through them was so beautiful and mindbogglingly endless. It felt so strange, I din't feel small at all. I felt immense for being a part of the universe. There were space-stations every now and then, floating about. They all looked like motherboards, only they were all completely white or seet-hrough. Haha. I remember thinking it was strange but super awesome. When we got to the space station I was going to live at I was afraid the ship would crash, we were going so fast. But it went fine, we slowly sailed above a "floor" made out of seet-hrough computer boards. Some of these boards stuck out of walls, like graphics cards and ram. Then we were suddenly inside. There were no windows in most the rooms we went to. And they all looked like dank, dark rooms with furniture and flooring/wallpaper from the 18th century. Except the meeting rooms, the lounge and the cafeteria. They all looked like the little shuttle/ship.
Then I realized I hadn't brought anything. I hadn't packed anything. (This is where the dream turns into the same dreams I always have). I had to go back home. Everyone sighed at e for having forgotten to pack, I got annoyed because I had had no time to do so. Suddenly I was back on earth. It was supposed to be in the middle of Oslo, even if I have never lived there, but looked like Nar Shada from SWtor. I realize I don't know how to find the company's building, because it was in some random storage building. Hidden in plain sight.
So I start asking people about the building. And for some reason I tactfully say. "This is going to sound crazy.. but I need to get back to space!" They all shake their heads at me and smile. For some reason I stop a guy in a hoodie, who was wearing his hood up even if t wasn't raining. (I would never do that IRL because guys with hoodies make me nervous/afraid.) Anyway, he's obviously trying to lure me into a dark alley. (Even my sleep brain assumes all hooded men want to murder or rob people...) I don't follow him and he calls me a waste of time.
The dream jumps again and I am in the building. It looks like a run down storage house. 3 asian women live there. Two young ones who leave when I arive, and one old woman. She starts telling me about her horrible childhood while I search for the spaceship.
And then I wake up.
Even though half the dream was a plain stress dream, it was the best dream of my life. When I woke up I felt so disappointed it wasn't real. I will never see that indescribable view from the ship windows again.
I woke up.
Longer story:
I had the coolest dream i can remember having in my entire life.
I had a dream where I was hired by some high-tech company. They were going to take me to a flipping space station! And I got there by traveling in a spaceship shaped like a tetradecagon. It was dark grey and quite small, and the seats were benches along the walls. They were quite comfortable and had leather upholstery of the same shade as the rest of the ship. I traveled there with my best friend, my mother and one of my sisters. My mother is in the parliament of my country IRL, so she was there for some political crap. My sister was her guest and my friend was mine.
There were windows, and what I saw through them was so beautiful and mindbogglingly endless. It felt so strange, I din't feel small at all. I felt immense for being a part of the universe. There were space-stations every now and then, floating about. They all looked like motherboards, only they were all completely white or seet-hrough. Haha. I remember thinking it was strange but super awesome. When we got to the space station I was going to live at I was afraid the ship would crash, we were going so fast. But it went fine, we slowly sailed above a "floor" made out of seet-hrough computer boards. Some of these boards stuck out of walls, like graphics cards and ram. Then we were suddenly inside. There were no windows in most the rooms we went to. And they all looked like dank, dark rooms with furniture and flooring/wallpaper from the 18th century. Except the meeting rooms, the lounge and the cafeteria. They all looked like the little shuttle/ship.
Then I realized I hadn't brought anything. I hadn't packed anything. (This is where the dream turns into the same dreams I always have). I had to go back home. Everyone sighed at e for having forgotten to pack, I got annoyed because I had had no time to do so. Suddenly I was back on earth. It was supposed to be in the middle of Oslo, even if I have never lived there, but looked like Nar Shada from SWtor. I realize I don't know how to find the company's building, because it was in some random storage building. Hidden in plain sight.
So I start asking people about the building. And for some reason I tactfully say. "This is going to sound crazy.. but I need to get back to space!" They all shake their heads at me and smile. For some reason I stop a guy in a hoodie, who was wearing his hood up even if t wasn't raining. (I would never do that IRL because guys with hoodies make me nervous/afraid.) Anyway, he's obviously trying to lure me into a dark alley. (Even my sleep brain assumes all hooded men want to murder or rob people...) I don't follow him and he calls me a waste of time.
The dream jumps again and I am in the building. It looks like a run down storage house. 3 asian women live there. Two young ones who leave when I arive, and one old woman. She starts telling me about her horrible childhood while I search for the spaceship.
And then I wake up.
Even though half the dream was a plain stress dream, it was the best dream of my life. When I woke up I felt so disappointed it wasn't real. I will never see that indescribable view from the ship windows again.
Do you, too, find autocorrect a most annoying Feature? Particularly if you can't Switch it off, due to a lack of admin rights at your Office?
I wouldn't mind if the autocorrect would follow any Logical principle, alas, as you can see for yourself, in this case not a trace of logic is detectable.
This post was posted from work with the [insert very bad swearwords here] autocorrect on. Argh!!!!!
I wouldn't mind if the autocorrect would follow any Logical principle, alas, as you can see for yourself, in this case not a trace of logic is detectable.
This post was posted from work with the [insert very bad swearwords here] autocorrect on. Argh!!!!!
So I had to cancel flying to Chicago for a convention where I was to learn skills related to my recent promotion at my job. Because the morning of the flight I got the mother of all nosebleeds. Two cauterizations and a nose tampon later, I am back at work (and work is out $550 because they wouldn't refund registration for the event) because I can't take three days off without a doctor's note and for SOME reason they cleared me to work even though they couldn't clear me to fly.
STUPID CAPILLARIES.
STUPID CAPILLARIES.
same here. And when you think you are especially clever and take yet another route, you can count on it to be jammed or under repair.
Grrr, typing with a plaster cast around one's arm is quite a challenge. Ah well, it's a good day to make typos
Grrr, typing with a plaster cast around one's arm is quite a challenge. Ah well, it's a good day to make typos
