An insect that makes a chirping sound by rubbing its wing casings against combs on its hind legs.

Hidden Installer Bundles

It bothers me when software vendors that write for OS X distribute their standard OS X installer package wrapped in a bundle that launches their own custom installer before opening the installer package.  What is that little middleman executable really doing?


Grr… Amazon Prices

Is there any way to get to sort products by price excluding Amazon Marketplace prices?




To anyone on Facebook I may be trying to find:

If you don’t use a picture that’s close enough to your face, I can’t tell that it’s you.



Why do I have this blog, again?

Mario Strikers Charged


I enjoy Mario Strikers Charged, despite the frustrations of cup play. I really do enjoy it.

I played online today for the first time since the week I bought the game. I played against three different opponents. As expected, I lost every game. I noticed something new this time, though. Not a singe one of them ever kicked the ball in an attempt to score a goal. Only one of them tried a megastrike, and only then at the last seconds of the game when he was already winning. How do you score goals without kicking the ball at the goal?

You walk it in.

They did the exact same thing every time they gained possession of the ball: they gave it to their fastest player, hugged the wall below the goal, “deked” right past the goalie, and walked the ball in. Every single time.

I suppose I could just be upset that I wasn’t able to develop an effective countermeasure to this attack. On the other hand, maybe I’m upset that I was unable to successfully perform this move myself.

Why would I want to perfect this move? Do I really want to win so badly that I would perform the same mind- and thumb-numbing move over and over again just to score goals? I don’t find that fun. I’d rather seek the challenge of performing a complicated passing maneuver ending with a fantastic slow motion attempt at a goal. That’s what I find fun: outsmarting or outreflexing my opponent.

I end with a non-rhetorical question, in case anyone reads this post. Is perfecting this technique the only way to win ranked games now, or was I just unlucky?

I’ll Spank You… I Will!


The Scream“Billy Jean, I’m going to count to ten… no twelve. If you’re not sitting down by then… One… Two… Three… Four… Billy Jean, sweetie, sit down please.” Meanwhile, the child in question is running around screaming “No!” repeatedly at what sounds to be the full force of her lungs.

The preceding re-enactment occurred today in the copy center at which I work and is reproduced here nearly verbatim. Why the mother decides to give her child ten seconds to comply—never mind twelve seconds—boggles my brain. I never received a grace period of more than three seconds from my mother. I generally never misbehaved past one and a half seconds when facing a ruler or fly-swatter poised to strike on the count of “three.” I behaved because I knew that she would follow through with her threat, be it a stinging whack from an implement or a simple privilege reduction. I knew she would do it, because she had never backed down before.

I assume little Billy Jean never listens to her mother because her mother very rarely, if ever, follows through.

People With Money


I often think that the people that live in the area I work in have too much money for their own good. I work at the print center of a certain prominent office supplies store in a quickly expanding and increasingly upper-scale “town.” I don’t just mean the town’s population is growing. The town is enveloping and annexing the surrounding countryside at an astounding rate. Interestingly, the most popular grocery store there also happens to be the most expensive grocery store in the region.

Today, a forty-something year old woman visited the print center to pick up an order she left with us. I retrieved the order for her and rang the total up on the register. It came to somewhere around $46. She swiped her credit card and accepted the charges. Her card was declined—no reason was given. That happens sometimes. A second swipe of the card is generally all that’s necessary to complete the transaction. When I aksed her to try the credit card again, a look of horror came to her face. She asked me if she really had to do it again. I’m thinking, “Well, you’re sure as hell not leaving with that stack of printed paper without giving me some moolah…” She proceeds to relate to me a disjointed story about being charged twice by my employer because she once had to swipe her card twice. After a bit of reassurance she gives in and swipes again. What she said next has me rather disgusted. She never confronted the company about the doubled charge and was out twenty-three dollars. Apparently, she never found the time to get it fixed.

Twenty-three bucks could keep me driving or fed for at least a week. If I’d ever lost that much money due to a 3rd party error, I would have made time to get it fixed.

I’m not upset that this woman obviously has much more disposable income than me. Good for her. I’m sure she (or at least her husband) worked hard for that money. I simply can not get behind being that irresponsible with your money.

Hummina, hummina, hummina!