Exceptions do not prove rules.
Exceptions disprove rules.
Thank you. Now please stop saying this nonsense. In tomorrow’s rant: How can you eat cake you don’t have?
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Likestilling er ofte fint. Men at prinsessa ikkje er tronarving er like greit.
Place: IKEA. Actors: Me, lots of other squanderers, and the IKEA employees. I have ordered a bed and a big bookshelf for home delivery, and I have a yellow bag with the regular swag. It’s twenty minutes to closing time, I’m in the big storage hall just before the registers. I’ve picked up a box containing a nifty (and heavy!) folding table (last one in the store! Ha!), and I decide to leave my cart for a few minutes, to just dash across the hall a couple of times to see if I can find a few last, light items I want. Should be much faster than pushing the heavy (and therefore inertia-laden) cart around the tables and other people in the hall, at least if not crashing into things and people is a point. Which it is. So. I go about my search. I don’t find the shelf I seek, so I go to the computer terminal to see where it is. When it gets around to waking from its slumber and helping me (well, sort of helping. Somebody™ fucked up the name substring search when they programmed the thing), I venture boldly forth, at last, to seek my fortune. Which I don’t find, ’cause it’s sold out. No matter. Mission failed. Return to cart. Which I do, ‘xcept it’s not there.
Fifteen minutes to closing time. I try to retrace my step backwards to the last point where I know for absolutely certain I had the cart. No fish. Redo. No fish. Panic mode: Run up and down the hall, peering along every rack, looking for a cart laden like mine. Still no fish. Panic panic mode mode: Run along the shelves where I know for absolutely certain I not only had the cart, but also left with it, all the while looking for my cart. Ten minutes to closing time. As I venture back to where I picked up the table, where I definitely have not been back with the cart, I notice that a yellow bag next to a near-empty cart that’s definitely not mine looks remarkably like the one I… I beg your pardon?
So. Somebody else also wanted that table, found the shelf empty, and then spotted an abandoned cart with the coveted table on, and saw fit to… rearrange the universe slightly, right? Right. No. Wrong. Because, being screwed over the table anyway so that it doesn’t really matter if I perform another minor act of irrationality, I walk the six meters to the shelf 11-39, where I picked up the table. Which is where the table is.
Five minutes to closing time.
Bloody Swedes. Thank you, yellowshirts. Here I am, giving you nearly all the money I have in return for nothing more than a bed and a pile of processed woodpulp. I didn’t order “piss off customer”, even though it was on sale.
int main (int argc, char **argv)
{
void * handle;
void * cli;
handle = dlopen("./brugs.so", RTLD_LAZY);
if (handle)
{
*(void **) (&cli) = dlsym(handle, "CLI");
*cli();
dlclose(handle);
}
return 0;
}
Varför gör dom på detta viset?
If cut’n'paste and/or drag-and-drop just stops working on your Mac, delete ~/Library/Preferences/com.apple.finder.plist and relogin.
… eller Tide, som dei kallar seg no. Forresten, viss du ikkje er sunnhordlending og/eller ikkje veit at HSDTide har mista ferjegromruta Halhjem-Sandvikvåg til FylkesbaataneFjord1, så kjem ikkje dette til å bety stort for deg.
I alle fall. Eg skulle heim i helga som nett var. Så då lurte eg på om eg kunne ta siste dagtog til Bergen og koma meg til Sandvikvåg same kveld. Tide presenterte følgjande framlegg til reiserute.
(Hint: Tide har ikkje tenkt å fortelja deg at Lakrisbaatane seglar Halhjem-Sandvikvåg no.)
Eg driv, i lag med to andre, og skriv ein slik liten rapport om ymse teknikkar for å søka etter og samanlikna gener. Det er ei ganske interessant øving, ikkje minst fordi det minner meg på kva for eit ubrukeleg søppel Word er.
Endringssporefunksjonen er nyttig, for all del. Men altså: Folk™ kan ikkje typografi. Avsnittsbrekking og figurplassering er oppgåver maskinen stort sett klarar betre. Word skal gjera så mykje ræl automatisk, kan ikkje faenskapen gjera noko av det viktige også?
Så. Coca Cola Company har lansert Coke Zero, ein ny variant sukkerfri cola, i kongeriket. Konklusjonen er: Drikken er litt betre enn Cola Light, ikkje like god som sukkerfanga cola, cola i alle variantar smakar framleis rart, og reklameavdelinga til Coca-Cola Company er framleis ein gjeng lobotomerte apekattar.
Når du reiser til t.d. Spaniens land via London kan du risikera å fly til Heathrow og frå Gatwick eller omvendt. Dette er to ulike flyplassar. Mitt råd: Ikkje gidd. Betal fire-fem hundre ekstra for å sleppa byttet. Det tek minimum to timar, du må henta bagasjen sjølv og levera inn igjen på neste flyplass, bussen kostar £16 (inkl. British Airways-rabatt). På den positive sida kan og bør det likevel nevnast at det er trass alt åttefelts motorveg nesten heile vegen, så det er ikkje like gale som flyplassbytte i t.d. kongeriket Noreg.
So, Bucharest didn’t impress. Romanians haven’t discovered the trick of putting cables into the ground, or, with a few exceptions, mastered the art of building houses pretty enough to look at. Romania wasn’t, in short, a country with remarkable tourist appeal, although the bus ride into Transylvania was rich in contrasts (and had Dracula’s castle in it). I wonder how many of the cockups in this year’s ICPS was due to inexperienced organizers and how much was a lazy lassez-faire culture.
Desse skal opp mot veggen når revolusjonen kjem:
- Folk som syklar feil veg i sykkelfeltet.
- Bilistar som ikkje brukar blinklys.
- Musikarar som lagar sommarhit.
