When unloading my car at the airport 2 weeks ago I accidentally bumped the dome light into the on position.
Set your paperwork on fire to warm the place up.My office is an ice box. Omfg I’m freezing!
TBH I've turned all of the app notifications off on my phone, except for messaging apps, because they are all inane and just want my attention. I also spent a lot of time on my google news feed marking things as not interested, which helped. It usually gives you several options for what part of the news article doesn't interest you, so you can stop getting stuff from specific newspapers etc.I preferred regular/unflavored Silk soy milk for coffee - it has a slightly thicker mouthfeel than regular milk, so it's creamier for the coffee, and it doesn't taste much.
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I am so fed up with what Google thinks is important to me. Seriously, the amount of random weird spammy "news" I get served is complete and utter bullshit. Yes, this is largely due to my own browsing habits, but how about understanding that I like to see pictures and video of trains, but don't need to get a notification each time one derails somewhere in the continental US? I seriously got a notification on my phone this morning to tell me that a train had derailed somewhere near Cincinnati and that schools were being delayed there. I'm in bloody Oregon, why the hell would that be news for me?
Google tracks what it thinks your interests are, and you can edit it to remove anything Google got wrong, which should also affect your news feed. (Welcome to the digital age where everything we do is tracked "for our convenience" )I got tired of seeing "news" about which Kardashian was sleeping with whom, and downloaded a news-blocking extension for Chrome that lets me block all stories containing keywords that I set, so I could actually read news without having to read "news," but that means I haven't been setting preferences through Google, so all of my other devices still serve me this bullshit. I suppose the easiest way would be to go through Google News in another browser, but I still have yet to find anything native in Google News that lets me blanket ban celebrity news.
I'm not saying you don't, I was making fun of our reliance on tracking software in our everyday lives, not really giving you a lecture.Ya' know, I'm just whining here about a single screw-up of Google's algorithm. I'm not so old that I don't understand how technology works. I have most of an MIS degree, with a hardcore programming background and I've worked for Microsoft in this century. I don't really need a lecture on how technology works or how the world is now.
I hate this. Waze/Google Maps always seems to calculate my arrival time based on some average of my past travel time(s) rather than by calculating according to the posted speed limits and upcoming road conditions. I don't need to know how soon I COULD get there, you blasted algorithm! I need to know how close I'm going to be to my target arrival time!Google maps telling me how long a drive it is to work, or what-have-you.
The Facebook one is mindboggling to me since the fact that my feed barely changes makes me less likely to be using Facebook.I dislike almost all of that kind of algorithms. Whether it's the Facebook feed (JUST SHOW ME STUFF IN THE ORDER IT HAPPENED! HOW HARD IS THAT?!), Google news, Google maps telling me how long a drive it is to work, or what-have-you.
Oh no, we have MAD property taxes. It's income tax we don't have.I thought TX had no property taxes?
--Patrick
Oh, I am. I just can't claim it for this year.Make double sure to homestead your house. That saves you a bit on the tax.
One of my coworkers drives an A4. He's been in 3 accidents, none of which were actually his fault, and the third one, he was rear-ended something like a week after getting it back from the shop from the second one. So he's also looking for a new car, and I don't blame him. That thing is probably cursed.Ironically, my driver, the owner of the Lexus, had been remarking how much he wanted to get an Audi R8... well, I guess this is his chance, huh.