Weather Alert!

From the paper of record:

The weather is so unpredictable.

“It is clam adn cloudy this morning. Today is predicted to be cloudy with highs in the low 40s. Tonight is predicted to be cloudy with a slight chance of showers and lows in the low 30s.”

It’s getting so you can hardly keep track of the weather around here, you know?

Your pal,

bob

UPDATE: You knew it had to happen. Based on a suggestion from K8 and a concept stolen borrowed from The Beachwood Reporter, we’re inaugurating The Idyllwild Weather Clam. It’ll be easier to update once I figure out some tricky code, but it’s straight text courtesy of Mr. and Mrs. Internet at the moment. Enjoy!

Genius! – Microsoft Edition

Friends,

If there was ever an example to prove that I don’t know what I’m doing down at the Festival of Dirt, this is it. It’s complicated, so bear with me here…

There’s a fairly problematic machine in the mix down there. My predecessors had tried all sorts of idiotic tricks to make various flaky software packages work. Undocumented. Unauthorized. Non-standard reaching for marginal functionality. Workarounds are the norm for anyone who uses that machine, but the bill finally came due today. I had even implemented some of those insane fixes. Internet Explorer 7 stopped working, so I installed Firefox and let it go. The big problem is that some of our internal software now requires IE. Time to finally make it work.

  • Having uninstalled balky IE, I now needed to reinstall.
  • Use Firefox to download a new version of IE and run the installer.
  • Reboot.
  • IE 7 won’t run.
  • Check the DLLs. They’re set to load the Dependency Checker instead of registering themselves. Fix that. Still won’t run.
  • Reboot.
  • IE 7 still won’t run. Use Firefox again to download IE 6. Run installer. Error message says “setup has detected a newer version and will quit.”
  • Uninstall IE 7 and restart.
  • Run IE 6 installer again. “Processes requiring a restart have not completed. Installer will quit.”
  • Reboot.
  • Run IE 6 installer again, and again error message says “setup has detected a newer version and will quit.” Wha?
  • Check Start menu and notice that IE 7 is listed as the default web browser. What are the odds? Click on IE 7 and it runs. It runs!

In a nutshell, I uninstalled a piece of software, which then appeared and ran properly. What? Are you kidding me?

Absurd Microsoft shenanigans? Alright super genius Windows dudes, what happened here? Cripes!

– bob

Genius! – What’s For Lunch? Edition

Diners,

I was downstairs at The Charity (much better. the name is short and sweet. just don’t forget the right tags. – ed Alright! Cripes.) working on a machine around noon yesterday when the thought of lunch occurred to us. One of the “perks” of the job is free lunch. We can eat in the commissary the same fare that the downtrodden line up for every day. Of course, some fare is more popular than others so it’s wise to call first…

  • “Hi, is this the kitchen? What’s for lunch today?”
  • “Yeah, this is the kitchen, but we don’t know what’s for lunch today.”
  • “You’re right there, aren’t you? Can you take a look?”
  • “We’ve seen it, we just don’t know what it is.”

And the guy on the phone was actually involved in lunch preparation and STILL didn’t know. Just wow.

Buon appetito!

– bob

Genius! – Your Best Interest Edition

Friends,

This one has nothing to do with my workplace down in The Festival Of Dirt, but a bunch of stories that came out in the last week. Admit it. You hate the planet, don’t you? Of course you do. We all do and I can prove it. First, it’s those damned divorced people:

“…because divorced households have fewer people, they have more rooms per person and are using their living space less efficiently. This inefficiency may also lead to an increase in generating greenhouse gases, the study concludes.

They’re jerks, right? Those divorced people. Bah pooh!

But what about environmentalists? They’d be in favor of green energy projects, right? They couldn’t possibly be planet haters too…

The coalition, the Coastal Habitat Alliance, also sued over the wind project in state District Court in Travis County. That suit claims that the state’s Public Utility Commission illegally denied the alliance’s request to participate in permit hearings for the wind project’s transmission line.

Where can you turn then? The wise men inhabiting the cradle of Christianity must have an answer to fix this mess. What say you, oh soothsayers?

The founders of the Green Hanukkia campaign found that every candle that burns completely produces 15 grams of carbon dioxide. If an estimated one million Israeli households light for eight days, they said, it would do significant damage to the atmosphere.

“The campaign calls for Jews around the world to save the last candle and save the planet, so we won’t need another miracle,” said Liad Ortar, the campaign’s cofounder, who runs the Arkada environmental consulting firm and the Ynet Web site’s environmental forum. “Global warming is a milestone in human evolution that requires us to rethink how we live our lives, and one of the main paradigms of that is religion and how it fits into the current situation.”

Okay. No help there. Certainly the combined intelligence of no more august a body than the United Nations will provide relief for our imminent crisis. After all, we’re on the brink of disaster and must take every drastic step possible to stem the tide of carbon dioxide emissions. They’ll take the wisest course, surely, and show us the way towards a green future…

Never before have so many people converged to try to save the planet from global warming, with more than 10,000 jetting into this Indonesian resort island, from government ministers to Nobel laureates to drought-stricken farmers.

But critics say they are contributing to the very problem they aim to solve.

“Nobody denies this is an important event, but huge numbers of people are going, and their emissions are probably going to be greater than a small African country,” said Chris Goodall, author of the book “How to Live a Low-Carbon Life.”

Alright then. If they’re not taking this thing all that seriously…

Your pal,

bob

Genius! – The Lifecycle Of The Common Work Ticket

Friends,

This is a quick one, but remember that it drives those of us in the darker arts of gizmo fixertĂ ge completely batcrap nuts. Take notes:

Wednesday, a week ago: Computer problem encountered by staff member. Too busy. Resolves to think about it tomorrow.
Thursday, last week: Staff member makes half-hearted attempt to troubleshoot and perhaps remedy problem. Attempt fails.
Friday: Staff member enlists coworker in department to help resolve problem. Two heads are better than one, certainly. New attempt fails. Successive attempts put off until Monday.
Monday: Oh yeah, did problem magically resolve over weekend? No. Think about telling manager—tomorrow.
Tuesday: Discuss problem with manager. Manager asks subordinate to submit trouble ticket. Ticket submitted at end of day.
Wednesday, this week: I receive the ticket first thing in the morning and start work on problem. Original staff member expresses anger that problem has been plaguing her department for an entire week and that I.T. response has been so slow. Problem resolved in less than thirty minutes from receipt of ticket.

This scenario has been stripped of specifics simply due to the fact that it has played itself out four times over the last two months. The details aren’t important but the dumb. Oh, the dumb. It burns.

Your pal,

bob

Toyota Avalonamino!

Oh dear,

Somebody’s grandpa is visiting the Coachella Valley this weekend from Washington state and grandpa’s always marched to the beat of a different drummer. Back in the 80s, grandpa found the Chevy El Camino to be nice and all, but he wanted something a little more luxurious. He drove a GMC Caballero. A midsize car, with a pickup bed! Smooth sailing plus utility!

Sadly, GM moved on and abandoned grandpa (maybe not. – ed) so he had to take pickupcar matters into his own hands. Behold, the Toyota Avalonamino XLS:

Avalonamino!
Sleek lines combined with a rock-solid (kinda. – ed) Japanese drivetrain and all the style and panache a man of grandpa’s station deserves. They’re all here!

The trouble with you Utes...
Grandpa gets style points, surely, for the tasteful Rhino Lining in the bed of his Avalon, as well as the flip-out tie down cleats. The running lights on the B-pillar add a certain flair, don’t you think?

Class and sophistication.
Frankly, I was hard-pressed to find a similarly tasteful ride in the Best Buy parking lot this afternoon. Certainly nothing that made me stop in my tracks like this masterpiece (or simply, “piece.” – ed). My hat’s off to you, Washington grandpa.

– bob

Village Elders Focus On Walking, Doughnuts

Friends,

Sometimes we as average American citizens simply aren’t sure what the future holds. We’re nervous. Tentative. Naturally, we look to our leaders to provide guidance. To keep a steady hand on the rudder of the ship of state. It’s comforting to know that they have everything under control and can lead us with an unwavering vision towards a new tomorrow.

At 11 a.m. Wednesday, Nov. 14, a few Idyllwild people and representatives from the Riverside County Sheriff’s Department and the California Highway Patrol walked around town looking at areas in the Idyllwild retail district that needed designated crosswalks. Photo credit: Town Crier (warning: PDF link to entire front page of Wednesday’s Town Crier website)

I have seen the future, and it’s that way.

– bob

Observed: Gordon Lightfoot Edition

Friends,

I’ve been walking around to each workstation at the Great Big Charity to undo some automatically-installed Windows Update desktop search bloatware (thanks Redmond!) over the last couple days. This is a good thing though, since I get a better idea of people’s computer problems, work problems, and even personal problems. I won’t bore you with that stuff since it’s typical of any workplace. What I will bore you with is the desktop wallpaper on one machine. A glory photo of, you guessed it, The Edmund Fitzgerald. Prior to November 1975, one would presume.

Why that picture? “I’ve always loved those big freighters,” she said. “You know that’s the Edmund Fitzgerald, right?” “Yeah, what about it?”

Oh, this…

Geez, people.

– bob

But He Looks Good Doing It

Friends,

I have happy news for the victims of the Southern California wildfires. Former FEMA director and discredited jackass Michael Brown is ready to accept your consulting dollars to help with your evacuation and recovery! The press release makes it clear that he thinks that he’s pretty sure he’s got a handle on how to help, kinda:

Currently, the brush fires are affecting hundreds of local businesses and have forced more than 500,000 people out of their homes. Of these 500,000 people, an estimated 10,000 of them have taken shelter at the local NFL stadium, Qualcomm, vaguely reminiscent of circumstances of Hurricane Katrina evacuees two years ago.

“The agency has learned some hard lessons regarding the handling of mass evacuations especially in regard to the bureaucratic red tape that is involved in such a process,” said Mr. Brown. “This is a tragic time for many of the people of California, and Cotton Companies is working to ensure that normalcy is restored and that businesses and organizations are back up and running as soon as possible.”

Vaguely, sorta similar. In a way. Like, um, football or something.

– bob

P.S. Thanks BoingBoing!

Happy Customer Service Week AND Mental Illness Awareness Week!

Valued Customers!

It’s no coincidence that these two very important issues are highlighted at the same time. This would qualify as one of our famous Genius! posts (and I think I’m going to tag it as such) but I’m a little too ticked off to make with the funneee.

Yesterday, our clever but close-mouthed network administrator changed the name of the mail server. A neat idea was hatched to just push out a group policy to tell each workstation the new name, but that didn’t work. I wasn’t informed of any of this. Yay, team.

No, seriously, I really wanted to hear from each staff member three and four times that their email client wasn’t working. I love it. Adore it, actually. I especially enjoy not being able to point to a solution or have any idea of what’s going on. It’s a real hoot.

Sure, I had a workaround, but not a real fix. That came much later in the day as an aside to some nonsense I was being asked about. “Oh, by the way, what’s going on with the mail server?” I asked. “Oh, that. Yeah, there’s problems…” Nifty. When would’ve been a convenient time to tell me about it?

“Man, are you okay? You look a little stressed…”

– bob

This Jaunty House: Suspect Tips For The Handyman

Friends,

My sister has a side job peddling antiquities and sometimes passes down things that don’t sell. This weekend we all met down in the desert for my Dad’s Week Before My Birthday Party and she gave me a real winner. The Better Homes & Gardens Handyman’s Book, printed in 1951. It’s chock full of the assembled knowledge of the Better Homes editors (who, apparently, also had their hands full with their other title, Successful Farming) and offers some great advice. Don’t believe me? Call the wife into the room (click the thumbnails to embiggen) and behold…

The little missus can be handy after all, eh fellas? Give her a broomstick and she can keep that new storm window from crashing to the ground. Put an extra dollar into the kitchen fund why don’t ya? She’s worth it!

…or a brick. This tip is strictly for emergencies. Should Homeland Security move the threat level up to Harvest Gold! then it’s entirely appropriate to wire a brick to a mop handle.

And here’s your dodgy tip for the day. Burning flashlight batteries to clean the soot out of your chimney seems fairly dangerous, but once you put up the screen everything should be perfectly fine. Or your entire family will die. I guess it’s worth it as long as you have a “well kept house.”

Right?

– bob

Genius! – Link Dump Edition

So I was hammering out some insane screed in the bullpen at 47 Jaunty Plaza when Chuck Petrovitch and Socks (a monkey) stopped by my desk. “What’s that?” Chuck asked, which he is wont to do, and I realized that nobody wanted that. Socks (a monkey) thought that it’d be fun to show off some of the stories that compel me to weep for the human race instead. He was right, of course.

As for Sharpton’s Romney comment, look dude, his imaginary friend is no more imaginary than your imaginary friend. So, um, knock it the hell off. We can talk about that cat’s affinity for Scientology all you want, but the religion thing? Yeah, sure. Go teach a man to fish or something.

Your pal,

bob

EDITOR’S NOTE: Your P.R. gal Magdalena is on the phone. She thinks that all the linky love is gonna help your technorati rating. I think she’s all wet. – ed
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Don’t you wish.

Genius! – Ground-Based Observatory Edition

Friends,

There’s a saying that I hadn’t heard before, but seems apt here…

“If stupid people had wings, they’d block out the sky.”

Now that you’re in the mood, here’s an exchange between a woman in her mid-40s and a stocky, older Home Depot employee last Saturday. We were checking out and she had just entered the store, handing the employee her shopping list:

  • “I’m sorry ma’am, we don’t carry 8-by-4 sheets of plywood.”
  • “No?”
  • “No ma’am. But I can show you where the 4-by-8 sheets are.”

Was that necessary? Really? And who’s the sadistic bastard who sent Little Miss Whut? to the exotic bazaar in Outer Homedepotstan armed with nothing more than that shopping list?

By the way, nobody was laughing.

Your pal,

bob

ALSO: Tummy not feeling so hot, but you’re all out of ipecac? I can help you purge that dodgy breakfast burrito with a license plate frame observed this morning (on the back of another Mercedes!):

Single. 6’5″ Of Love.

Yeesh.
Remember to stay hydrated!

Genius! Breakroom Edition

Neighbors,

It’s lunchtime. There’s a breakroom with a teevee in it. That teevee has basic cable.

On Friday, The Discovery Channel was (re)playing the Steve Irwin/Junior Cousteau deep sea prelude to the manta ray snuff film. They’re handling a poisonous fish, Steve’s diving in his outback outfit and scuba gear (god love the aussies), they’re goofing around, when the registered nurse finishing her lunch blurts:

“Wow! That’s from when he was alive!”

Um, yep.

– bob

Genius! – Nobody Calls Edition

The explanation from the Verizon Wireless rep might’ve made sense. You know, your mobile phone doesn’t really have a dial tone, but when you pick a number out of your contact list and hit send, there should be ringing, right? Nothing. Blank. Dead air.

Mr. Verizon had a plausible answer for the problem. Some local towers are out of service, or so they said. The work phone didn’t work, but my personal phone did. Junky LG phone that came free with the account? Lots of bars but no dialing. Marginally less junky, bare bones Motorola phone that was not free with my plan? Still working. What gives?

I’m sure the Verizon rep would have an answer…

We’re aware of the problem. There are a couple towers down that serve your facility.

Okay, but how does that explain my phone?

We’re working on it and once we get the repairs done, you should notice that you have service again.

Um, I got that. What about the Motorola phone?

We don’t have an estimate when repairs will be done.

Interesting. So no explanation, huh?

Okay, great. Is there anything else I can help you with?

I guess not.

Your pal,

bob