I've been tickled pink by the Luxist blog.
I like how this supposed nouveau riche blog has "MAKE YOUR OWN ZWINKY" ads.
Drusilla ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I've been tickled pink by the Luxist blog.
I like how this supposed nouveau riche blog has "MAKE YOUR OWN ZWINKY" ads.
It's not the song I mind, Frank. It's the whole principal of websites that spontaneously make noise when you land on them.
It's the whole principal of websites that spontaneously make noise when you land on them.
God, me too. Especially when I'm at work!
I like how this supposed nouveau riche blog has "MAKE YOUR OWN ZWINKY" ads.
Heh. Just try and read the comments--I swear most of those people wouldn't be able to work out how to make a Zwinky.
God, me too. Especially when I'm at work!
That's why I turn my speakers off at work. I miss the occasional email, but....
My HMO now has a program where you can access test results online, make appointments, access certain parts of your health record, blah blah.
So I registered, and they send a password through the mail. Like, in 3 to 7 days, I shall receive my password through US Mail.
Seriously? What's the point? Just let me choose my friggin password!
So I registered, and they send a password through the mail. Like, in 3 to 7 days, I shall receive my password through US Mail.
Seriously? What's the point? Just let me choose my friggin password!
I imagine it's an extra level of security. What with strict laws about patient confidentiality... you know, how you can't stand near the pharmacy counter when someone else is getting their drugs.
It makes sure that only someone at your home address (or who's poaching you in multiple media) can get your password. The HIPAA and all that are no joke.
Websites that play music are wrong, wronger than the blink tag, wronger than dark text on a dark background, wronger than the wrongest thing the wrongest web designer wrongly did on the wrongest day of the wrongest month of the wrongest year that every wrongly existed.
I don't know what it's like not to have Journey's oeuvre burninated into my grey matter.