Can someone please explain why I get both a message icon and a text message on my cell phone to tell me I have voice mail?
(And this happens on two different brands of phone each using a different provider.)
I’m sure there’s some logic behind this behaviour — I just can’t figure it out.
VPD tightlipped about details of a fatal shooting today
This happened two blocks from our house.
Guy Kawasaki posts another brilliant top-10 list. #9 really resonates:
“Our beta sites loved the software.” In twenty five years of working in technology, I’ve never heard a company report that its beta sites didn’t like its software. There are three reasons for this: first, many beta sites are so honored to get pre-release software that they don’t want say anything negative. Second, most beta sites haven’t used the software very much. Third, most beta sites don’t want to seem cruel by criticizing a company’s new product. Doing so is as socially unacceptable as telling someone that his baby is ugly.
Although, to counter Guy’s experience, I was involved with a project that got tossed out of the first beta site. We had missed a requirement so badly that it was unusable (not just hard to use — impossible to use) and we couldn’t fix it in time. That was a learning experience (include a domain expert as part of the team). Luckily, the team recovered and the product stuck with the later sites.
I think I’ve just lost my right to complain about my job for at least six months.
There is nothing wrong with your television set. Do not attempt to adjust the picture. We are controlling transmission. If we wish to make it louder, we will bring up the volume. If we wish to make it softer, we will tune it to a whisper. We can reduce the focus to a soft blur, or sharpen it to crystal clarity. We will control the horizontal. We will control the vertical. For the rest of your life, sit quietly and we will control all that you see and hear. - The Outer Limits opening narrative with a slight twist
We have such a strong conviction that we are in control. Of everything. Our bodies, our careers, our family, our car, our friends, our attitude, our garden, and even our planet. However, the illusion fades a little bit each time we hear about a tragic crash, the successful business man that falls into poverty, the killing of innocents, or a potentially terminal disease.
Earlier this year a good friend was diagnosed with MS. Yesterday I learned that a small lump removed from my mom’s breast was malignant and she may have to undergo more treatment to fight the cancer.
I find it particularly troubling that one’s own body can turn on itself and erase the illusion of control entirely. It makes me want to jump up and down screaming, “Not fair!”
When your day starts at 5 am with a loud beeping sound coming from inside your home, you know it’s going to be a bad day…
This fatherhood thing is tiring. I want to write something insightful or funny or otherwise entertaining, but I just don’t have it in me. My day today:
as Barney sings and dancesJealous?