Life in New York The single best description of life in New York I've read lately, courtesy of 15 Minute Lunch. I am decidedly not a city person, and no amount of talk about "culture" is going to change that. Read it.
Garmin Blows I hope my main reason for blogging someday isn't blowing off steam, but Garmin makes it impossible. They're struggling financially, and it's no mystery why: handing them your money is the worst purchasing experience I can imagine. I paid the $99 and still can't download my maps.
Leaky Some careless retailer leaked the AmEx number I've had memorized for years, and somebody promptly spent it at Microsoft and Blizzard. American Express killed the card within two minutes of texting me. As for the retailer responsible, I have a long and colorful list of wishes.
Unexpected Rough Air Delta now warns of "unexpected rough air" instead of turbulence. A word change like that doesn't happen without internal memos, meetings and re-training, so it must have some purpose. But what?
Shoulder to Shoulder My former employer may finally have to pay the price. The first thing I noticed in the article's photo of the CEO in their new offices: there's no space. The developers are sitting shoulder to shoulder. Maybe that's just me.
No More Chinese Food 13:00: ordered kung pao chicken. The hours that followed involved a giant rock in my stomach, the floor, and a great deal of throwing up. I need to start stocking epicac.
Scrum Sucks: Standups Scrum is a development process, and right there it has already screwed up without having done anything. Starting with standups, which rest on three failed assumptions about how much I care what you're working on. Stop stopping work to talk about work and just WORK.
Commuting I've done such a good job avoiding rush hour that I only just hit my first metered freeway on-ramp. Drivers clump together like cholesterol in arteries and settle to the speed of the slowest one. If I could drive every car, would we even have a rush hour?
A Naming Fit of Stupidity Beretta makes two distinct handgun lines: the 92 and the 90two. This is because their marketing people are idiots. I drove thirty miles to a gun store and still got shown the wrong one, because 92 and 90two sound awfully similar over the phone.
A Bar I can forgive my hotel gym for skipping a bench press. But no pull-up bar at all? And every treadmill faces a wall of mirrors a foot away. I don't enjoy making eye contact with myself while I run.