Neither Here Nor There.
...but good things all the same
Neither Here Nor There
Things I want
A flip clock radio.
Just like the one in the guest room at my Grandmas house.
Just like the one in the guest room at my Grandmas house.
Grocery Runs: A Small Study of Items Purchased and what it says about the customer
I got stuck waiting in line at the grocery store yesterday because the guy in front of me had an item that didn't have a bar code. I took this opportunity to scale up the groceries of myself, the guy in front of me, and the woman behind me, all of whom had their items on the belt at the same time.
It should be noted that the time of day was during the dinner hour, which explains why there was no one doing a big family grocery one. I thought it was neat how you could look at three customers in a row and understand why they were standing in a grocery store at a time when they should be at home, resting and eating.
Guy in front of me: Bottle of water, Can of Nuts
What it says: He's either a single guy buying his dinner, or he stopped to pick this up as a snack while on a long distance drive. Either way, he's going to be eating alone.
Me: Herbal cold remedies, cake and cookie.
What it says: Someone needs some comfort. Someone is sick.
Woman behind me: A bottle of drano, and a plunger.
What it says: Someone has a problem. Someone has an emergency.
Maybe this isn't the best study, but there was one observation I made. Any one of the three would be looking at the other two and thinking: 'Well, at least I'm not them.'
It should be noted that the time of day was during the dinner hour, which explains why there was no one doing a big family grocery one. I thought it was neat how you could look at three customers in a row and understand why they were standing in a grocery store at a time when they should be at home, resting and eating.
Guy in front of me: Bottle of water, Can of Nuts
What it says: He's either a single guy buying his dinner, or he stopped to pick this up as a snack while on a long distance drive. Either way, he's going to be eating alone.
Me: Herbal cold remedies, cake and cookie.
What it says: Someone needs some comfort. Someone is sick.
Woman behind me: A bottle of drano, and a plunger.
What it says: Someone has a problem. Someone has an emergency.
Maybe this isn't the best study, but there was one observation I made. Any one of the three would be looking at the other two and thinking: 'Well, at least I'm not them.'
Style Fruits: The Elusive Outfit
I'm not sure how exactly Facebook decides on which ads to put in the sidebar for each person. Oh, I know it uses your interests, but I'd like to think that it's scanning my pictures as well and via some smart-tech state-of-the-art code written by a 12 year old cola-addicted subcontractor, it identifies me as a person with impeccable taste and style.
A lot of the ads I get seem to be split 50/50 between fashion, decor and sports. (ok, so not 50/50, as I stuck that third one in there for the sake of full disclosure).
One ad I get often is for a website called www.stylefruits.de. It's a shopping website, but members can also mix and match products to create ensembles they like for certain situations. Even if you can't navigate around the German used on the site, it's still worth taking a peak (see, web ads work!) at the ensembles, some are great and some are....interesting. Mostly you come away with the feeling that German women have a pretty good sense of individualism mixed with style.
The adverts that pop up on Style Fruits on my Facebook sidebar use random images chose from the member ensemble gallery. A lot of the times, the ensemble that pops up catches my eye "Oh! I want that shirt!" click - it takes you to the website, but finding THAT ensemble is like a needle in a haystack. One in particular catches my eye, and yet I've never actually been able to find it IN Style Fruits:
Oh i know, i could probably go to the mall and find the right pieces to go together. (MAYBE. Shopping in Germany when you are looking for something particular is a whole other subject) But that's not the point. I hadn't meant to go shopping! Had I wanted to go shopping, I'd be there now instead of browsing Facebook. The point of the web ads are to interrupt me while I'm doing something incredibly important (like creeping through old class mates profiles and lamenting on their questionable choices) by showing me something juicy that I'd want to buy and then...you know, let me buy it. I haven't purchased anything via Style Fruits yet, but you never know.
Google Hates Me
I feel like Julian Assange.
Beknownst to me, sending from Mail.app also sends through the gmail server that is set up on that application. Unbeknownst to me, Google counts all those redirects as mail sent out. And with more than 100 of them, it counts them as spam.
It took me a while to realize it because i was also in the middle of switching my Mail.app/Gmail link from an POP configuration to an IMAP configuration. Therefore, when I went to send an email to a buddy of mine, and I got a stmp error, I assumed I screwed up the configuration. I tried over and over again, different things, rebooting, restarting the app, etc. Finally, i thought I would call it a day and just go to gmail proper to send said buddy a quick email as to why I haven't responded in a timely manner. That's when i saw this:
In an effort to fight spam and prevent abuse, Google will temporarily disable your account if you send messages to more than 500 recipients or if you send a large number of undeliverable messages. If you use a POP or IMAP client (Microsoft Outlook or Apple Mail, e.g.), you may only send a message to 100 people at a time.
Welcome, all friends old and new...
I promised a friend of mine that I would try to keep up with her challenge of a blog post a day for 2011 - so here I am! We'll see if I'm up to the task. I've never been good at staying consistent with these sorts of things but it was quite easy to set up, I was already in the middle of setting up someone else's website so why not? There's nothing like biting off more than you can chew, and then chewing anyways.
