Barbara Antonelli
is a much more forgiving soul than I will ever, ever be. If I were having a heart attack in my doctor’s office and some stupid bitch receptionist was getting in the way of the people trying to save me so that she could collect the $5 payment I owed, I’d be demanding her head on a stick, assuming I survived of course. But this woman is excusing the stupidity, calling it the work of somebody who was new at the job and not well trained. Whatever lady. Call it what you will, but to me there’s no justification for that kind of idiocy. You don’t have to be trained at anything to use common sense, and if you do, maybe you shouldn’t be working anywhere, especially not someplace where people’s lives are on the line.
Come Out With Your Pants Up!
I’m not sure why I decided to read
this story about Calgary’s new public toilet,
but I did and its got me curious.
One of the features built into the thing is a 9 minute warning in the form of a light letting you know that it’s time to move it on out. If you stay another minute, the nice little light becomes an open door and a loud alarm. This happens regardless of whether or not you’re finished.
I realize that generally it’s not good form to spend 10 minutes in a public crapper, but is that really necessary? You’d have to think that anybody who finds himself in a position to need that long is probably going through enough already. Do we really need to let the townsfolk see him with his pants around his ankles trying to wipe his ass or clean the shit off his leg? And who’s responsible for enforcing the limit? there’s an alarm and the door opens, but what then? Did the city actually hire people to guard the place and drag out anybody who dares violate the law of the land? And perhaps the most important question, why? What is the 10 minute limit designed to prevent? Nobody bothered to explain that. It’s just we’ve got this cool feature and that cool feature and music and lights and sound…oh, and get the fuck out!
I’d love it if somebody could answer this stuff for me, because it’s going to drive me nuts for the rest of the day now.
Knock Knock. Who’s There? A Dumbass.
Ok then! A guy follows a lady up to her apartment, forces his way in, tries to sexually assault her, she fights him off, and he…leaves and says he’ll be back within the hour? She calls the cops, a cop shows up, he comes back, knocks on the door, at which point she identifies him as the suspect, and hi ho, hi ho, it’s off to jail we go.
What the hell did he expect to happen? And what did he have to go off and do? And why bother knocking? He was coming to rape someone! Did he think she was just going to let him in?
Horrible, With An Odd Name
Is it wrong that I find it funny that one of the havens for child porn is Virginia? Virgin-ia? And one of the most concentrated locations of child porn is a town called Pound?
What Could Possibly Go Wro…Boom!
Quick question. Does the idea of a gas-pumping robot sound like a bad one to anybody else, or is it just me being silly?
In case you’re wondering how the €75,000 technological miracle does its stuff, it has a database of vehicles, with their corresponding fuel cap designs and fuel types. Reuters elaborates: “A robotic arm fitted with multiple sensors extends from a regular petrol pump, carefully opens the car’s flap, unscrews the cap, picks up the fuel nozzle and directs it toward the tank opening, much as a human arm would, and as efficiently.”
Mr van Staveren told the agency: “I was on a farm and I saw a robotic arm milking a cow. If a robot can do that then why can’t it fill a car tank, I thought.”
Well, I can think of a couple reasons…
My Beer? My Kid? Tough Choice!
Wow. First we had guys buckling their beer in but endangering themselves, now we have women buckling in their beer and endangering their children! I can’t believe there would be two incidents of folks seatbelting cases of beer instead of people, but there they are.
System Access To Go
This is a test of the System Access To Go service. It’s a pretty cool idea. As a blink, I always feel sort of tied to my own computer. Why? Because my computer talks, and others don’t. Well, now, blinks can make any modern computer talk. All they need is a computer with a sound card, an internet connection, and a relatively modern copy of Internet Explorer, and ta da! They have a screen-reader. All they need to do is go to the website above, and follow the prompts. They’re not exactly precise, so sometimes it says press alt r when it’s not quite ready. Also, you might have to cheat and snap on narrator for a second if it looks like it’s not proceeding. If you have a firewall, the first time you run this, that will come up and stop it in its tracks, so you have to ok it through your firewall. Plus I’m running into some troubles that no one else can seem to duplicate. But as soon as those are fixed, I’ll be a happy woman. A happy woman with a screen-reader whenever I want it!
Apparently, this is free of charge. I don’t know how long that will hold, but get it while it’s hot!
Alrighty, I’m off to see if I can post this! If you see it, I guess I did.
Advanced Polls And Slow People
I should be happy that people are trying to vote. It’s just too bad that some people in Virginia tried to vote a week early, and some others in Florida tried a week too late. God, if voting matters to you, know when you’re supposed to do it!
While You Were Sleeping…
Ok, first we had girls screwing people in their sleep, now we have guys screwing people in their sleep, and the shocking revelation that sexsomnia affects 3 people in 100. That seems way too high! That means more people have sexsomnia than there are babies who die from SIDS.
Text To Pee
Oh god. I’m laughing too hard to explain what I’m laughing at. I’ll try. I’m invisioning my mom and dad driving down the road. Suddenly, mom says she needs to use the bathroom. They see a place where they can use a washroom, but all it is is a locked toilet. Mom’s happy. She gets out, looks at it, and sees that in order for the door to open, you have to text the word “open” to a number! Her cell phone doesn’t do text messages.
Let’s hope mom and dad never travel to Finland, because that’s exactly what would happen. They’re all worried about vandalism, and that’s why they’ve instituted this. Now, they’ll have to worry about deluges of human urine and feces outside the door. Ug.