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I can’t say for sure what I am going to start doing with my Tumblr, but I have changed the URL of my page. The URL was purchased last one night after a few Two-hearted Ales. Time to put it to good use.
The guys are fantastic…and super nice guys too.
The Forum of Fargo-Moorhead’s Web site today has a story teaser about a local bank connected with the Denny Hecker craptastic money pit. Big letters appeared atop the article online: PRINT EDITION EXCLUSIVE. I’d link to it, but don’t feel they deserve the traffic.
You have to be kidding me. You want me to rush out and buy the print edition to read this? If you click on the link you can get a small snippet, but NO STORY FOR YOU (insert Soup Nazi). Although, InForum.com gets to hammer my eyeballs with approximately 26 blazingly annoying ads while attempting to read the “exclusive” snippet. All this happens in only one click on their “Web site”.
It is shit like this that really annoys me. It is shit like this that drives my monthly donations to Minnesota Public Radio. I don’t really view it as a donation, but a payment to receive great news on the radio AND ONLINE.
Reading another Seth Godin book, searching for a plan, wanting to slap certain people, and wishing for a good beer right now.
I am not a reader. I can actually read, but I don’t choose to read a lot of books. My tendencies lean towards reading online shorter amounts of information and attempting to soak it up. Words about productivity or killing your coworkers concepts of business fascinate me. This stems from my extreme desire to kill pointless lengthy meetings and penalize people who send shitty email constantly.
Pet Peeve: People who respond to my email message with nothing but “Thanks”.
This seems lame, but it really annoys me. The amount of junk email I get like this boggles my mind. Office wide FYI tripe really gets under my skin too. I don’t need to know everything nor do I want to. People think the “Thanks” email is a common courtesy. Really? Just because email is quick and instant doesn’t mean we need more. Would you respond to my written request with a “Thanks” snail mail. Do you listen to messages on your voicemail from me and call me back and say “Thanks”. No. So why do it in email.
I recently read “Rework” by Jason Fried and David Heinemeier Hansson. Loved it. If you don’t know who they are, you really should go check it ou. Short and sweet. Chock full of shit I wish I get off my ass and implement in my work life.
Todays Likes: Daring Fireball, You Look Nice Today
This is the new Broken Bells video, featuring my friend and coworker, the lovely Christina Hendricks. I have zero clue as to what’s happening in the video, but it doesn’t matter. It’s weird and awesome.
I am a cheap bastard when I need to be. Some things are entirely worth the price. Summit EPA, Guinness, great Indian food, Apple products, etc. Television has become the entertainment I use most. In the past it was completely dominated by music. I still love music, but that is a different post for another time.
Lots of TV sucks ass. Really it does. The true measure of good television for me is this: Would I pay to watch this? I have cable and a TiVo, but sometimes things don’t work out. Now what? Well, I could go all stealthy on it and obtain it via a few clicks on the interwebs. I have been increasingly avoiding this.
The most recent example of this, Breaking Bad. This show is worth every penny I spent to have it digitally downloaded via iTunes. If the show is so good, why wouldn’t I pay for it right?
Stealing it sure wouldn’t help show my appreciation for it. Do I think Aaron Paul’s pockets get heavier because I buy? Probably not, but I feel better about supporting the art. Is the system perfect? Hell no, but I gladly pay to get this show commercial free and enjoy uninterrupted, well written plot lines.
For the record this could easily apply to Mad Men, Rescue Me, or Dexter.
Note: If you haven’t seen any of these shows stop watching Greys Anatomy for one night and vest yourself in something much more meaty. I promise when you get back Meredith will still be dealing with patients who have illnesses that strangely provide a total metaphor for her love life. Barf.
Just realized after a college friend tweeted about starting a Tubmlr account that I had not posted here in a year or more.
This gets tough to keep up with everything. So many things to keep track of and update.
Bold thoughts, eh?
