|It's not a short attention span, it's just a certain impatience with the wrong kind of friction
||[Oct. 19th, 2012|03:16 pm]
I haven’t posted links in a while, but have just been ferreting them away. And today my book of work involves launching a report and then trying not to get distracted while the squirrels churn away at generating it. Squirrels. Who am I kidding? It’s like we’ve got a fleet of Galapagos tortoises churning data. So, I’m not doing so well on the not getting distracted. |
I’m still not sure why I find this so damn funny…but I do:
I suppose if I can imagine a scenario where I’ve got a new tiny phone and maybe just carry a single key, maybe two around with me…but seriously, how awkward is that, when your phone rings, to have to reach inside your shirt into your armpit, fumbling away, trying to get it out of the side of your bra? And what, there you are, a woman alone in the dark parking lot, fumbling in your armpit for your car key? Vulnerable much? Seriously, if I’m storing stuff in my bra, I’m going to do it in the center, where there’s room and I can get to it. Not under my arm where I’ll have a bulge poking at my inner arm and then have to take my damn shirt off just to get to whatever I’ve ferreted away:
There’s a tiny part of me, the former retailer, that cringes at the misuse of the tool that is customer reviews, but the big ol’ snarky rest of me is hysterical – scroll down to the reviews.
There are so many businesses that pander to the lowest common denominator, that are afraid to offend anyone. I would like to applaud this one. And please, be sure you listen all the way to the end. This is in response to a (humorous) rant a man posted saying that the company has totally misled the public about the nature of a women’s periods:
Apropos of nothing:
Use the word “Sammie” instead of sandwich and I may just punch you in the face. I’m working on my tolerance, but it’s still iffy and feral, so don’t push it.