Random thing you loathe right now.

Anodyne wrote:

One recent job included a variable named "$and" used in creating SQL queries that sometimes contains "AND", sometimes "OR", and sometimes unescaped input. The same application passed all form submissions through a script that would add new fields to the database table on the fly if the name of an input field in the form didn't match up with any of the database table's fields. Eep.

That is the most WTF-worthy thing I've heard in a long time. I'm not sure I can imagine a number high enough to charge someone for working on that.

Good luck, sir!

Atomicvideohead wrote:

Bam! Second "I consider you a friend" speech in two days. This one was a little more acceptable than yesterday's, but it still sucks.

I got one two weeks ago. Today she called me, berated me for 5 solid minutes and hung up angrily. This friendship seems to be over. Worst of all? I still like her.
So I feel like sh*t now and yeah, I can sympathize.

Fluffy bunnies and hot chocolate

...oh sorry, I thought the title of this thread was "random things I want to dip my balls in"

Bullion Cube wrote:

Fluffy bunnies and hot chocolate

...oh sorry, I thought the title of this thread was "random things I want to dip my balls in"

I can see how all the posts about software foibles, kitty-cats, and friend-zone 'friends' might be misleading that way.

Blue Puma wrote:
muttonchop wrote:

A friend of mine works near a restaurant with a sign proclaiming that it sells "curry's". Quotes for emphasis, improper pluralization, and an unnecessary apostrophe. That sign makes me so damn angry.

There is a Thai restaurant near my house that has a sign that reads:
We "Deliver"
The deliver is in quotes...

My wife and I say that they do in fact "deliver," in that they do give you Thai food in exchange for money.

You guys should get a "kick" out of this "site".

http://www.unnecessaryquotes.com/

Judge_Digger wrote:

Mine would have to be that F'ING Windows key on the bottom row of the keyboard.

Sorry if this has been posted already.

Atomicvideohead: find yourself a female wingman. Having a woman with you is like the golden seal of approval.

I too shall pile on the IE6 hate wagon.

ColdForged wrote:
ColdForged wrote:

My kitty is dying.

Sorry for again bringing drama in... I have to vent somewhere. I abso-f*cking-lutely hate that I have a 2PM appointment to make my kitty no longer alive. Seems like a sick f*cking joke.

As much as that's a horrible thing to endure, let me assure you, the best thing for that kitty that you can do is be there with it (him, her?) right to the end. If there were a sniffling teary-eyed smileyface, I'd put it right here.

If I have my way, I'll be holding each of my cats as they pass on from this life, scratching their ears just the way they like it, so that they pass on peacefully and, if there's a kitty-afterlife, with their last memory being of their (hopefully) best friend right there with them.

I will be an absolute mess, but I want to be there for them. You're in my thoughts today, man; best of luck with the situation.

The GOD DAMN Internet. I mean, for the love of all that is worthy, do I *have* to call Akamai to get some performance out of the damn thing?

/End vent.

I loathe the word "basically".

Quintin_Stone wrote:

I basically loathe the word "basically".

FTFY

Clemenstation wrote:
Bullion Cube wrote:

Fluffy bunnies and hot chocolate

...oh sorry, I thought the title of this thread was "random things I want to dip my naughty bits in"

I can see how all the posts about software foibles, kitty-cats, and friend-zone 'friends' might be misleading that way. :shock:

Well, this alternative title is less depressing, and potentially more cathartic

Edit: Though it is potentially sexist and exclusionary. I'm open to using the term "Naughty Bits" instead.

Dysplastic wrote:

1) Cities without a Subway system, and the late buses that arise because of them. Seriously, the greater Ottawa area has about a million people, and we have crap public transportation.

I concur about Ottawa, but submit that St. Catharines' bus system is far worse.

Quintin_Stone wrote:

I loathe the word "basically".

We had a spanish student with otherwise good English skills who talked so quickly he needed to insert extra words to slow himself down enough to be understood. Unfortunately, the word he used was "basically". It was not unusual to hear him say something like,

"Basically, the plot basically shows that the line goes upwards basically and that basically this means something basically good.

Actually, this doesn't sound at all like him. He was both much more technical, and I don't think he ever ended a sentence.

Clever guy, but hard to talk to.

Minarchist wrote:
Quintin_Stone wrote:

I basically loathe the word "basically".

FTFY :)

Now I loathe you. Basically.

Quintin_Stone wrote:

I loathe the word "basically".

I loathe the word Guru

Basically what we need is a group of Language Gurus to edit the Internet and "correct" everyones spelling and grammar mistake's.

muttonchop wrote:

Basically what we need is a group of Language Gurus to edit the Internet and "correct" everyones spelling and grammar mistake's.

Dude, run. Now. You might get away.

Kannon wrote:
muttonchop wrote:

Basically what we need is a group of Language Gurus to edit the Internet and "correct" everyones spelling and grammar mistake's.

Dude, run. Now. You might get away.

Seconded. Otherwise your tag will be "My chin is 'broken'"

Farscry wrote:
ColdForged wrote:
ColdForged wrote:

My kitty is dying.

Sorry for again bringing drama in... I have to vent somewhere. I abso-f*cking-lutely hate that I have a 2PM appointment to make my kitty no longer alive. Seems like a sick f*cking joke.

As much as that's a horrible thing to endure, let me assure you, the best thing for that kitty that you can do is be there with it (him, her?) right to the end. If there were a sniffling teary-eyed smileyface, I'd put it right here.

If I have my way, I'll be holding each of my cats as they pass on from this life, scratching their ears just the way they like it, so that they pass on peacefully and, if there's a kitty-afterlife, with their last memory being of their (hopefully) best friend right there with them.

I will be an absolute mess, but I want to be there for them. You're in my thoughts today, man; best of luck with the situation.

Thanks bud. That's precisely what we did. It was as hard as I imagined it would be, but seeing him reach for me with his little emaciated arms when the helper handed him back after his sedative made me know I made the right decision. Thanks for all the kind words, everyone.

muttonchop wrote:

Basically what we need is a group of Language Gurus to edit the Internet and "correct" everyones spelling and grammar mistake's.

Heh. Good, but you could still use some work. Your capitalization was correct everywhere, and you didn't manage to fit an improper usage of there/their/they're or its/it's. I'd give it, oh, 80%.

(Hugs for above).

My loathe?
Guys who turn up their bumpin' stereos while throwing the what's up, baby? nod if there are females in adjacent cars (or any other time, for that matter). We are not impressed. You look like a tool and it renders your wiener size questionable. Rattling trunks and crackling speakers impress no one. Also, I'm trying to listen to music here, and you're drowning it out, you buzzkill.

I also suspect you're going to be the deaf motherf*cker in the old folk's home who yells all the time with the tv cranked at 8am. Once a pain in the ass, always a pain in the ass, I guess.

Migraines.

I hate that my family is composed of arseholes. And the arseholes have telephones so they can phone me and relate their arsehole-ish opinions.

I hate many words, but I usually have to hear them before I remember how much I hate them. Otherwise, I would tell you.

BASICALLY.

Clemenstation wrote:

[ Everyone I know who has read The Game has been a frat boy, and taken it very literally. Like it's their new bible or something.

Yep, I know the type. It's actually a really entertaining book - written by a journalist from Rolling Stone, I think. Oddly enough, the second half of the book is all about how messed up the lives are of the people who get too deeply into that culture, but the frat types never seem to remember that part of it...

Note to anyone trying to use Game-ish strategies, near-verbatim: girls can read too, and more than you think have also read The Game.

A friend of mine got destroyed when a girl he was trying to chat up casually asked him to stop trying to neg her.

Frankly, the main thing that I (as someone who used to get that talk a lot) came away with was:

1) Don't worry about it
2) Make sure that they're never thinking about you as 'just a friend'
3) Success breeds confidence, confidence breeds success
4) Gentle mocking/teasing is the best thing ever

Atomicvideohead wrote:

B) I'm aware of the rules of "the game" but frankly, I willfully ignore them. I don't aim to impress so much as give an honest picture of myself. I don't like indulging mating ritual stuff that dating seems to be made of -- I see that as base instinct; deception to the self and other. When I see a girl starting to put me through the same troupes that are associated with dating, I start to see less a transcendent human being with self awareness and free will. Instead they start looking like monkeys to me, doing just a more sophisticated version of the same monkey dances. And frankly, I don't like kiss monkeys.

Yeah, I'm a little vainglorious.

Eh, you're conflating the dating game (see: The Rules, one of the most evil books ever) and 'The Game' which is different. The name comes from the fact that the weird guru guy that the book is mostly about advocates treating dating like a video game rather than something serious, iirc. Have't actually read it for a couple of years.

RedJen wrote:

I'll second Kannon. I've seen Mex's general guide to talking to women and if he ever starts a men's magazine, he'll give Playboy (or maybe more accurately Hustler) a run for their money.

Where is this mystical guide? Now I'm curious!

MikeSands wrote:

Migraines.

Indeed.

Currently? GOOGLE. Specifically, the Android Dev Team.

Background: My phone is currently shut off. (See having no money.) This is looking to change soon however. So, I figured before people started calling me again, I'd upgrade to 1.5 custom. So, I go through the downgrade. Then, I go to root my phone, and I need to re-setup my Google Account. And, it won't let me set up Wi-Fi. So, I go through looking how to bypass it. Which requires the android SDK and the USB drivers.

Fine, I've got the SDK. Wait, f*ck, my dev machine is no more. (x32 vista, my laptop.) So, I need the linux SDK. 80 megs on my connection takes 4 hours. So, I hunt down an x64 version of the drivers that I wanted anyway. Yay, install! Wait, f*ck this, it "requires" a digitally signed driver? What is this crap? Fine, I'll throw it into fscking test mode. Driver installed.

Finally hit the wifi setup through ADB, and problem solved.

I'm sorry, all of this BS could have been avoided with a "No service? Hit here to config wi-fi!" button. For f*cks sake, you can't tell me no one at the brain trust at google thought of that.

Amoebic wrote:

(Hugs for above).

My loathe?
Guys who turn up their bumpin' stereos while throwing the what's up, baby? nod if there are females in adjacent cars (or any other time, for that matter). We are not impressed. You look like a tool and it renders your wiener size questionable. Rattling trunks and crackling speakers impress no one. Also, I'm trying to listen to music here, and you're drowning it out, you buzzkill.

I also suspect you're going to be the deaf motherf*cker in the old folk's home who yells all the time with the tv cranked at 8am. Once a pain in the ass, always a pain in the ass, I guess.

What if what we're bumping is NPR?

I loathe whatever filter IT set up at work that blocks NPR.

Tenuous logic combined with astrology.

On a walk recently a woman said to me, "You look a bit like Robert De Niro (I don't.) What star sign are you?"

"I'm Cancer," I said in a tone that I hoped would convey my lack of interest.

"Ah, see. He's a Leo." Sensing that I wasn't particularly impressed with this she continued, "They're both in July! I'm good at linking people with particular star signs through the way they look. It's a gift I have."

Astrology.