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….
Having spent five years now blogging about dating and relationships and three years writing comedy on the internet, I suppose it was bound to happen: An attempt at conflating the two crashed and burned spectacularly.