I used to have a nasty temper. In fact, my nickname at my college fraternity was “Little Angry Man.” (It was also “Tabasco” and “Rollerboy,” but those are other stories.)
Over the past 20 years, though, I’ve worked hard to keep my temper in check. I’ve learned not to let things get to me, and I’m proud to say that I haven’t gotten angry at anyone for at least 15 years now.
That is, until just a few weeks ago …
A few months ago, I decided to run a little experiment, to see how serious people are about getting their blurbs published. So, I created a page with submission tips, and I left a little Easter Egg in there, as a way to reinforce people who RTFM.
Since I put up that page, I’ve received probably a hundred blurb submissions. Do you know how many demonstrated that they found the Easter Egg?
When you walk into an AT&T store with the intention of buying a new phone, and you walk out thinking you need to switch carriers, then you know something is seriously fucked up with your policies….
Remember how impressed I was yesterday at Facebook’s photo-recognizing algorithms? Well, a few of you pointed out that it was probably a coincidence, so I guess I’m not that impressed anymore. Besides, I just remembered this….
Last week, I was posting photos from an event Melissa and I attended with her sister and her sister’s husband. And that’s when the aforementioned algorithms asked me to tag Melissa’s sister’s boob:
Facebook’s algorithms have always impressed me with their skillz. So, this is either 1) an example of Facebook’s algorithms being impressive, but tactless, or 2) a coincidence.
If you’ve read my “polished” blog, then you may be aware of my issues with being an awkward hugger. I admit it, I accept it, I own it. Then this happened last night….
Last Saturday, Melissa and I decided to ride the little ferry(-ish) boat that cruises around Mission Bay, and it reminded me of a funny incident from years ago — an incident that perfectly illustrates the plight of male friendships….