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Taylor Mali

crambosauce — Sun, 12 Apr 2009 19:13:34 +0000

Not my usual kind of post but I like this guy:

And this one because what is up with “sort of” in every sentence?

I like him.

Update to Heartbreak Week

crambosauce — Sat, 18 Oct 2008 02:52:06 +0000

Recall this story from last week.

So I decided to hit the MoA Apple Store’s Genius Bar finally to see about fixing my shattered ~~heart~~ iPhone. On the way there hubs and I had what I felt was like a parent-child discussion on what if this happens again aka what kind of case are you getting so it doesn’t. Good times. But he’s right. I’m concerned about this happening again as well. I’m also concerned about how many cool points I lose for having a case. Cool points are very important.

I was running late leaving work so hubs dropped me off so I could run in and make it in time for my appointment. I rush into the store to be met with Mr. Orange Shirt (too young to be considered hot but cute) who, when I showed him why I was there made the ugliest grimace I have ever seen on someone so young. I was mentally preparing myself for the assraping that was about to happen and he only increased my anxiety. Fucker.

So I proceed to the Genius Bar where my name is immediately called. I lay my crushed ~~spirit~~ iPhone on the counter, slid it across to the Geniusette on the other side and she gives me the “ah we see this all the time and you’re about to get seriously boned and not by that cute guy up front” nod. She confers with the gray-haired-but-hip dude next to her and comes up with the price for fixing my broken ~~life~~ iPhone: $299. Yep, $299. No, really, $299. I had to buy a new phone.

I had already decided that if it was $200 I was going to have Apple fix it. If it was $400 I was going to fix it myself (or have the cool guys at work do it for me cuz they rule). Somewhere in between I was going to have a hard decision to make – do I or don’t I? Since I got a new phone out of the deal and didn’t have to go without for days, I went for it. On the plus side, I got to walk out of there with a brand new phone plus the super-sexy case that hubs made me get so this doesn’t happen again.

It’s amazing how dependent I am on the information and applications on the phone. I had this shiny new phone but didn’t have any way to let the world know that all was well again in the universe – no phone numbers to text, no twitter app, no facebook app, no email account – I felt so alone.

It’s now restoring from backup. Hopefully this works. All Apple stuff just works, doesn’t it?

Seemingly Random Observations on a Saturday

crambosauce — Sun, 03 Aug 2008 02:03:31 +0000

Leather seats are a real bummer in the summer (+2 for rhyming).
Office supply store chains are unsatisfying to someone with a pen/pencil fetish.
When you are at your most tired, your child will wake up in the middle of the night with constipation.
Sometimes a last minute haircut can introduce you to a stylist you just might love forever (cuz she didn’t use those stupid texturizing scissors that look like some wacky torture device).
Weightloss = breast reduction.
People that sleep with their neighbor’s wives still might be really nice people.

My Epic Fail and Why WoW Wins

crambosauce — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 01:32:19 +0000

When someone chooses an online game over a “random act of kindness” (sfw), a lesson needs to be learned. However, when the next morning results in said someone getting that “random act of kindness” even though they passed it up the night before in favor of an online game, what lesson is learned? This is why I suck.

Men are just as complicated as women, I don’t care what anyon says. They are either oversatisfied such that they pass up opportunities or they are undersatisfied to the point where they would cut off their left arm to have the opportunity to choose nookie over computer. Where’s the happy medium? I thought men were simple: sex > beer > everything else.

If any of you think of making snarky comments about WoW > crambosauce, let me remind you.

Let the Countdown Begin

crambosauce — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 00:16:36 +0000

Those of you that know my plight…

ten

days

Green Is The New Gold

crambosauce — Mon, 17 Mar 2008 23:46:36 +0000

I f*$#ing hate spammers. I am getting 80+ comments a day now that I have to delete. I don’t want to lock stuff down and I don’t want to have to put up a captcha. That’s just not fair to normal people.

SPAMMERS RUIN IT FOR EVERYONE!!!

Why? Why?!? How do they find sites and why do they do this crap?

That reminds me of a story I saw last week… this article about “green” web pages where there is also a link to this site selling some tools for “managing your websites environmental footprint” OMFG YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS! I should worry about MY footprint when there are spammers forcing me to lock down registration on my forums (which IS captcha’d, btw) and creating 80+ comments on here each day? Where someone is “concerned for the environment” there is always someone there to make a buck off Carbon Footprint Guilt (the Catholic Guilt of the millenium).

I’ll make my website as efficient as possible so these f*$#ckers can eat up all my bandwidth and spam me twice as fast. But hey, I can feel good about my CO2 emissions while they cost me money to hock their penis extension pills that DON’T work (or so I hear).

Now taking suggestions for new domain names.

Random Thoughts

crambosauce — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 12:33:02 +0000

Justin Timberlake sounds like a girl. (WTH does “Lovestoned” mean anyway? Does he get the Business Time munchies?)
There’s a snow pile in the back of the building that looks like a “weenie” sticking up out of the ground.

Wellness… or Not

crambosauce — Wed, 13 Feb 2008 22:12:34 +0000

So there is this concept of a wellness room where one can “be well” in the workplace (aka for nursing mothers to get their groove on in private cuz let’s face it, no one wants to see that). So I’m humming along for months being the only one using the room and gradually more women are having babies and coming back to work when finally one day I notice that the room is increasingly *not* clean. Someone isn’t wiping up the counter after themself. Now, ordinarily I’d say that’s par for the course around here and not be bothered too much by it but this is human bodily fluid we’re talking about here. You wouldn’t shrug your shoulders at seeing a drop of blood next to the coffee machine, would you? You wouldn’t politely step over a puddle of vomit on the floor without batting an eye, no you wouldn’t. So why does someone think it’s okay to leave their drippings all over the counter? To make matters better, there aren’t any cleaning materials in the room except for the bottle of dishsoap I donated out of selfish need.

Clean your shiznit, ladies. I don’t want to have to start wearing a hazmat suit.

Oh I almost forgot the stalking part of this whole topic. Imagine coming out of the bathroom stall after taking a nice liesurely poo only to find someone standing against the wall opposite the door staring you in the face as you come out. Don’t forget that there is a perfectly usable and private stall next door that is open and ready for use. Instead, this person is lying in wait outside the door only you didn’t know it because you were wrapped up in your poo-taking thinking you were in complete privacy unknowing someone was staring at you through the door.

Wellness + Privacy = Important. Use the other room or come back later when the door is open. Don’t stand outside waiting especially when there’s a perfectly usable room available. You can do your thing without a sink, your parts won’t melt if you don’t get them washed within 2 seconds of use.

Only a couple more weeks of this crap, thankfully. What was a nice, peaceful experience has turned stressful, gross and annoying and daughter gets the short end of that poo-covered stick.