When I went to the AT&T store on Friday to see about getting my missing case, the guy working there said they should be getting more this weekend and that I should try coming back on Saturday or Sunday.
“Screw that,” I thought to myself at the time, but today, as I was finishing up with the laundry, I decided that that I really would like to get a case for the phone.
I figured that whatever case I would be getting from AT&T would probably suck and be cheap anyway, leading me to eventually buy a better one, so I decided to skip that step and went to Best Buy to look for one. Unfortunately they didn’t have any cases for my phone.
(Side note: While I was there, the announcer on the in-store music station said the words, “Now here’s Metallica, with The Unforgiven Three.” That hurt my soul. Sure, I gave up on Metallica a long time ago – about the time they came out with the first sequel to The Unforgiven; seriously, sequels to fucking songs? – but even so, it was painful to learn of the depths to which they have sunk.)
After not finding what I was looking for, I thought about just going home, but decided to head to the Town Center to see if new cases had, in fact, been delivered.
They hadn’t, of course, so before heading home – mostly because I had to go to the bathroom – I stopped at the larger Best Buy near the Town Center and found a case that’s pretty much the same as the case I had for my old phone, but designed specifically to fit my new phone. So I bought that and a screen protector film for the phone. I also grabbed Wanted on Blu ray, because why not? It was okay for what it was, and Angelina Jolie in high-definition isn’t anything to complain about.
This morning when I got up I put a pot roast going in the slow cooker, and it’s been steadily cooking away ever since, but while I was out and about I kept seeing various restaurants and fast food places and thinking, “I suppose I could stop there and get something to eat.” Then I would remember the pot roast and think, “You don’t have any reason to stop anywhere to get anything to eat.” But each time I saw a new place, I would go through that same thought process. “Dammit!” I finally said to myself, “You’re going to eat the fucking pot roast and like it, so quit thinking about places you can stop to get food!”
One thing I discovered on my phone is that the mobile version of Facebook works really well. Nice and clean and uncluttered, fast, and just generally one of the best mobile versions of a site I’ve ever seen.
But it’s Facebook, so I don’t really give a shit about it. It would figure that something I have only limited use for would be vastly superior to all of the things that I actually use regularly.
Speaking of Facebook, apparently lots of users were recently hit by some major worm that propagated through an app being sent to people by the accounts of friends who had been infected. The app request had text claiming that a friend had sent a video saying something like, “Check out this video of you dancing! Your face is so red!”
Aside from the fact that I pretty much ignore most of the things people send me, this particular pretext would have been utterly ineffective on getting me to click the necessary link had I received it, because my immediate response would have been, “There is no such video.”
Of course, I didn’t actually receive the thing anyway, so it’s kind of irrelevant. I guess that, like Macs and Linux boxes, I have the advantage of security through obscurity.
Showing posts with label why hd was invented. Show all posts
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Sunday, December 07, 2008
Sunday, January 06, 2008
The Reason HD Was Invented (Plus: Learn At The Feet Of The Bra Size Masters!)
Some time ago when the movie Species aired (unedited) on one of the HD channels I get, I learned that seeing Natasha Henstridge nude in High Definition qualifies as A Very Good Thing. This wasn’t a surprising discovery, certainly, but it was something that I kept in mind when I saw that Species II was airing on Universal HD last night.
So, even though it’s not a good movie, I opted to sit down and watch it, though I forgot that I’d have to sit through almost the entire movie before seeing the reason HD was invented (at least as it relates to Natasha Henstridge).
In that pivotal scene, we see Natasha Henstridge’s alien-human hybrid character slowly walking across a room to approach her male counterpart. For these hybrids, the imperative to mate is even stronger than it is for humans who don’t have alien DNA, and conception and birth occur almost instantly, which is, of course, bad news for the plain vanilla humans, who would soon be driven to extinction by the rapidly-reproducing and aggressive aliens with their accelerated rate of maturation.
As they slowly walked towards each other, I found myself singing, “We don’t have to take our clothes off to have a good time, oh no!”
But of course, they did take their clothes off, which was actually fine by me, as it was the primary reason I was watching the crappy move in the first place, and soon they were bumping uglies. And I mean they were bumping really uglies, as they had morphed into their H.R. Giger-designed alien forms.
(For anime/hentai/manga fans there was even some tentacle rape [NSFW] involved.)
Anyway, after the movie was over I decided to stick around on the couch, as, starting last night, Universal HD is airing Battlestar Galactica (the 21st Century version) from the beginning. Despite hearing from many sources how great the show is, I never got into it, but now that I can see it in HD, I figure I might as well give it a shot. Even from watching just the first episode I can see that it’s a step up from the mini-series that launched it, which I watched but was largely unimpressed by.
They’re also airing Threshold, but I didn’t watch that, despite the shared name, and the presence of the lovely and talented Carla Gugino, as I had watched the show back during its brief original run on CBS.
Today has been largely uneventful, with a failed attempt at taking a nap being the only thing of note that’s really happened.
Build Your Bra Size Intelligence Department:
Speaking of the lovely and talented Carla Gugino, there have, of late, been even more than the usual number of seekers of her cup size visiting this blog (and promptly leaving in frustration). As has always been, and will likely always be the case, I can’t give you what you seek, but I do have something that I would like to pass along to all seekers of celebrity bra size wisdom.
While flipping through the channels the other day I stumbled upon a special entitled Man Made: The Secret History of the Bra on the National Geographic Channel.
From what little of it that I saw, it seemed to me that this show could provide a wealth of information for inquiring minds. Perhaps using the information provided, bra size seekers could learn how to determine sizes for themselves simply through eyeballing in much the way that the employees of an upscale lingerie shop in New York featured on the show do.
At the very least you would learn that any information you do find about celebrity bra sizes should be taken with a grain of salt, given the statement made by the shop’s proprietor that “8 out of 10 women wear the wrong sized bra.” And this guy knows from bras; he’s like the bra size equivalent of the enlightened master sitting on a mountain top to whom all seekers of wisdom will ascend.
If he is correct, even if the celebrities whose cup sizes you so desperately need to know in order to proceed with your bra-related intellectual pursuits were to reveal them to you, there’s an 80% chance they would be mistaken.
One customer at the shop was laboring under the mistaken belief that she was a 34 D. One of the women working there took one look at her and assured her that she is, in fact, a 32 F.
There’s so much about bras that these wizened masters could teach you, young Grasshopper. When you can unclasp a bra with one hand, you will be ready.
So, even though it’s not a good movie, I opted to sit down and watch it, though I forgot that I’d have to sit through almost the entire movie before seeing the reason HD was invented (at least as it relates to Natasha Henstridge).
In that pivotal scene, we see Natasha Henstridge’s alien-human hybrid character slowly walking across a room to approach her male counterpart. For these hybrids, the imperative to mate is even stronger than it is for humans who don’t have alien DNA, and conception and birth occur almost instantly, which is, of course, bad news for the plain vanilla humans, who would soon be driven to extinction by the rapidly-reproducing and aggressive aliens with their accelerated rate of maturation.
As they slowly walked towards each other, I found myself singing, “We don’t have to take our clothes off to have a good time, oh no!”
But of course, they did take their clothes off, which was actually fine by me, as it was the primary reason I was watching the crappy move in the first place, and soon they were bumping uglies. And I mean they were bumping really uglies, as they had morphed into their H.R. Giger-designed alien forms.
(For anime/hentai/manga fans there was even some tentacle rape [NSFW] involved.)
Anyway, after the movie was over I decided to stick around on the couch, as, starting last night, Universal HD is airing Battlestar Galactica (the 21st Century version) from the beginning. Despite hearing from many sources how great the show is, I never got into it, but now that I can see it in HD, I figure I might as well give it a shot. Even from watching just the first episode I can see that it’s a step up from the mini-series that launched it, which I watched but was largely unimpressed by.
They’re also airing Threshold, but I didn’t watch that, despite the shared name, and the presence of the lovely and talented Carla Gugino, as I had watched the show back during its brief original run on CBS.
Today has been largely uneventful, with a failed attempt at taking a nap being the only thing of note that’s really happened.
Build Your Bra Size Intelligence Department:
Speaking of the lovely and talented Carla Gugino, there have, of late, been even more than the usual number of seekers of her cup size visiting this blog (and promptly leaving in frustration). As has always been, and will likely always be the case, I can’t give you what you seek, but I do have something that I would like to pass along to all seekers of celebrity bra size wisdom.
While flipping through the channels the other day I stumbled upon a special entitled Man Made: The Secret History of the Bra on the National Geographic Channel.
From what little of it that I saw, it seemed to me that this show could provide a wealth of information for inquiring minds. Perhaps using the information provided, bra size seekers could learn how to determine sizes for themselves simply through eyeballing in much the way that the employees of an upscale lingerie shop in New York featured on the show do.
At the very least you would learn that any information you do find about celebrity bra sizes should be taken with a grain of salt, given the statement made by the shop’s proprietor that “8 out of 10 women wear the wrong sized bra.” And this guy knows from bras; he’s like the bra size equivalent of the enlightened master sitting on a mountain top to whom all seekers of wisdom will ascend.
If he is correct, even if the celebrities whose cup sizes you so desperately need to know in order to proceed with your bra-related intellectual pursuits were to reveal them to you, there’s an 80% chance they would be mistaken.
One customer at the shop was laboring under the mistaken belief that she was a 34 D. One of the women working there took one look at her and assured her that she is, in fact, a 32 F.
There’s so much about bras that these wizened masters could teach you, young Grasshopper. When you can unclasp a bra with one hand, you will be ready.
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