Sunday, April 13, 2008

Life QotD: Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

What would you most like to change about your life?

My college degree. What the heck was I thinking when I chose Mathematics? Seriously.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Vox Hunt: New Coke!

Show us a discontinued food or product you wish would return.
Submitted by Shawn.


Keebler Pitter Patters! I had to call my sister to remember what the name was. My Great-Grandfather "Poppy" LOVED these and we would dip them in (I'm sure whole) milk. Yummy!

I've looked EVERYWHERE for a picture of the box and can't find one. A great love lost...*sad*

Sunday, April 6, 2008

QotD: Saturday Night

How are your Saturday nights different now than they were five years ago?

5 years ago I did whatever I want. Now I don't. But not just on Saturday nights - every night. Having babies does that to you. But you know what else? I really don't care. I'd rather be doing what I'm doing than have that "freedom" again. The time I spend with my baby, I will remember until I die. And it matters! The time I spent doing whatever it was that I did - I've already forgotten.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

QotD: My First Boyfriend/Girlfriend

How old were you when you had your first "official" boyfriend or girlfriend? What was he/she like?

This question CRACKS ME UP. I was in 7th grade...his name was Russ. He was OLDER and at the time, I thought he was very cute. He was the athletic type - played football, basketball etc - not the scholarly type. He was fun but he ended up cheating on me and even though we tried to get back together SEVERAL times, (he called me after I went away to college!) I never trusted him.

Looking back, he wasn't my "type" at all. My husband is my type. My husband is SUPER intelligent, faithful, very handsome, fun to be around, trustworthy, an awesome "care giver" to me and my daughter and the head of our household. I start to panic when I think about something happening to him.

April Fools.

Google is so freaking hilarious. They got me on this one. Supposedly they rolled out a new feature TODAY called

http://mail.google.com/mail/help/customtime/index.html

Introducing Gmail Custom TimeTM
Be on time. Every time.*


How do I use it?
Just click "Set custom time" from the Compose view. Any email you send to the past appears in the proper chronological order in your recipient's inbox. You can opt for it to show up read or unread by selecting the appropriate option.

Is there a limit to how far back I can send email?
Yes. You'll only be able to send email back until April 1, 2004, the day we launched Gmail. If we were to let you send an email from Gmail before Gmail existed, well, that would be like hanging out with your parents before you were born -- crazy talk.

How does it work?
Gmail utilizes an e-flux capacitor to resolve issues of causality (see Grandfather Paradox).

How come I only get ten?
Our researchers have concluded that allowing each person more than ten pre-dated emails per year would cause people to lose faith in the accuracy of time, thus rendering the feature useless.





See what others have had to say:




Beta User Testimonials
"The entire concept of 'late' no longer exists for me. That's pretty cool. Thanks Gmail!"

Miriam S., Delivery girl


"I just got two tickets to Radiohead by being the 'first' to respond to a co-worker's 'first-come, first-serve' email. Someone else had already won them, but I told everyone to check their inboxes again. Everyone sort of knows I used Custom Time on this one, but I'm denying it."

Robby S., Paralegal


"This feature allows people to manipulate and mislead people with falsified time data. Time is a sacred truth that should never be tampered with."

Michael L., Epistemology Professor


"I used to be an honest person; but now I don't have to be. It's just so much easier this way. I've gained a lot of productivity by not having to think about doing the 'right' thing."

Todd J., Investment Banker

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