Monday, March 17, 2008 1:19 PM
... that enjoys listening to the radio at a reasonable volume from nine to eleven.
Monday, March 10, 2008 12:10 PM
I was just walking back to my cubicle, and I heard a banging noise coming from one of the cubes I was walking past. Being the curious type, I stopped and looked in to see one of the call center supervisors (who shall remain nameless... I'll caller her "J") holding her keyboard upright and banging the edge of it against the desk and then shaking it upside down.
Me: What are you doing?
J: I'm cleaning my keyboard.
Me: You could damage your keyboard by doing that you know.
J: No I can't. I do this all the time and it still works. Besides, how else am I supposed to do it?
Me: They have little vacuum cleaners you can use, or a can of compressed air.
J: I'm not paying money for a stupid can of air when I can just do this.
Me: I'm telling you, that's like cleaning your car by crashing into a light post to shake the dirt off.
J: Oh Nick, stop exaggerating.
These are the people we design computers and software for. Always remember that.
Monday, March 10, 2008 9:06 AM
After all, if they're going to be the arbiters of who can and cannot board a plan based on the technology you carry, they should be up to date on what the latest technology is. Here's the story of someone who missed their flight because the TSA didn't believe that a Mac Book Air was a real laptop:
Only... today, something is different. Instead of my bags trundling through the x-ray machine, she stops the belt. Calls over another agent, a palaver. Another agent flocks to the screen. A gabble, a conference, some consternation.
They pull my laptop, my new laptop making its first trip with me, out of the flow of bags. One takes me aside to a partitioned cubicle. Another of the endless supply of TSA agents takes the rest of my bags to a different cubicle. No yellow brick road here, just a pair of yellow painted feet on the floor, and my flight is boarding. I am made to understand that I should stand and wait. My laptop is on the table in front of me, just beyond reach, like I am waiting to collect my personal effects after being paroled.
I'm standing, watching my laptop on the table, listening to security clucking just behind me. "There's no drive," one says. "And no ports on the back. It has a couple of lines where the drive should be," she continues.
Your tax dollars at work. Via Engadget.
Tuesday, March 04, 2008 9:39 AM
Here is this morning's Dilbert:
'nuff said. And yes... Wally's description of an architect is amazingly accurate.