I've had a phone with Bluetooth for 2 and a half years now. I've never turned it on.
I think you can still receive the penis pic. You just can't send one. You'll have to just show them the real thing.
They should be able to remember what it looks like by now.
I have tried to use bluetooth to connect my phone and my computer, but the user interface for doing so sheds absolutely no light on why my devices are able to see each other, but not able to connect. Informative error messages would be nice.
Does it work with strangers who don't have the app?
They should be able to remember what it looks like by now.
You don't ever change the message written on it?
8: During that phase of unbridled Sifuthusiasm, I was at a Pirates game where you can send texts that they then display on one of the sub-scoreboards. I texted "Sent from Sifu Tweety's iPhone" so that I could photograph it and post it to the Flickr pool. But they never put it up; guess they just don't get meta*, man.
*Maybe I was bumped by my daughter and her friend successfully getting the Rick Ashley lyrics up.
A bridle would have made things much kinkier.
I've had a phone with Bluetooth for 2 and a half years now. I've never turned it on.
I have Bluetooth headphones for my music player so I use it somewhat frequently on my phone too when the iPod's battery runs out. And pre-cloud Bluetooth was often the easiest way of getting contacts and other data from an old phone to a new one (if, for instance, you weren't using the same SIM). These days it's less of an issue, but I still find myself pairing my phone with some other device for some purpose at least once a month.
I just hook my phone to my computer by mini-USB or whatever it is called.
For lack of a specific term, I'll call it a wire.
13: Wires are skinny, air is fat.
It's kind of a struggle to keep the jack for the wire cleared of pocket lint so that I can charge the phone or download data.
I have a bluetooth keyboard at the lab. It's probably full of dick pics by now.
You need one of those compressed air cans to clear them out.
A picture is worth a thousand words, but most competent writers can do much better than a thousand in a day.
19: But even an incompetent photographer can take more than one picture in a day.
More than one photo of the competent writer writing more than a thousand words, at that.
It seems there's no end to it, for competent people.
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What, they couldn't find Heebie Sarah Geebie?
NSFW, also batshit racist. I know it's early in the thread for a pause play, but the dick pic connection seemed on point.
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Now I'm really curious, but won't be able to look for several hours.
The "Sarah" thing really makes it seem like a micro-targeted word-salad spam generator.
let's go to shabat dinner at Hillel and send this around via Airdrop.
(I'm reminded of when I first changed my pseud and LB thought I was an incarnation of the TOS.)
Wow. I'm not sure if I'm amazed in a good or bad way that Laura Nyro made the cut.
Mein gott! The news is so disgustingly negative and snarky these days that just now, when an NPR segment came on the radio concerning Graham Nash, and they played segments of Our House, I gasped for air. There, it is. Like to make me cry, it does.
I don't know where to look online any more for happy power. Stuck in a rut of assholes.
29: my spouse is a longtime fan of this litblog/miscellany, which you might enjoy. First thing that came to mind. You can also follow all the Bach-on-YouTube links from the calming thread, or drive yourself crazy trying to learn anything from the Los Angeles Review of Books, which resembles the urban plan of its namesake. I don't know you at all, though, so these suggestions might be way off.
Also, we took the child to a "Harp Petting Zoo" a few weeks ago, where she got to strum harps of many shapes and sizes. It was pretty great. Tranquility amid chaos. May not be available in your area/age cohort.
30: Thanks, lurid -- I think the first link still has a bit too much of the snark for the moment, though it's amusing.
Harp petting zoo sounds about right.
Cleverness is a certain knack or aptitude at doing certain things, which depend more on a particular adroitness and off-hand readiness than on force or perseverance, such as making puns, making epigrams, making extempore verses, mimicking the company, mimicking a style, etc. Cleverness is either liveliness and smartness, or something answering to sleight of hand, like letting a glass fall sideways off a table, or else a trick, like knowing the secret spring of a watch…
That's akin to mental whateverness, involving a certain lightness. Cleverness sometimes seems just heavy, bogged down under its own weight.
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He's Back The Last Psychiatrist takes a break from writing porn to abuse his fans.
If you want to know what Al Jazeera is really offering, take a look at its aspirational target demo:[pictures, brown woman, young Asian guy, young black in dreads, 30 something blonde woman]
Not pictured is a white guy in a suit, because he already has media that's for him, and it's probably Fox, and the above four people hate it. That's powerful branding in America: in opposition to what you hate.
Women and minorities may not seem like an aspirational demo, but it is-- not for actual women and minorities necessarily, but for people suffering from tremendous ennui who want to be part of a struggle, something bigger than themselves.
If anything, Al-Jazeera isn't the "Islamification" of the west, it is the westernization of the middle east. Al Jazeera reports in English, they have western values, and, most importantly, accept ads-- western style ads, i.e aspirational, not representational. The neocons couldn't have planned this better, someone should check to see if they didn't. Two months of Al Jazeera and this woman will turn to her then deceased husband in a moment of big picture clarity and say, "you know, they're not so different from us, they want the same things we want." Yes. Why do you think that is? Evolution?
The news for Americans, especially Independents, lacks meaning, direction, ideology-- and they miss it, just like economically, they've been left behind. Now the news is artificial drama, just local crime stories blown up nationally, a natural disaster, the occasional Youtube video-- where's the Change, where are the upheavals, where are the riot police? We don't have political riots here, we have high end sit ins near the Broadway Starbucks, and occasionally 20 motorcycles will attack a minivan. "Is 'motorcycle' code?" That's where we are right now, this is what the media has trained you for, detecting racism or hypocrisy or some other character flaw in the speaker as a proxy for the complexities of the issues so you don't have to think. It is under these conditions that you expect John Boehner to "compromise" on something you don't at all understand, and scream for his beheading if he doesn't, all to the thrill of the media. "See! TLP is a right wing zealot!" See, you're stupid. And boy oh boy do I have the news network for you.
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Incidentally, TLP alludes to Jacques Ellul's Propaganda, and a commenter down a ways provides a link to a decent pdf download. That will be my reading for tonight, edging out Terry Eagleton's Ideology
Before I bask with the shojo gondoliers in Neo-Venezia. Aria is so very relaxing.
Harp petting zoo sounds like the best thing ever.
It sounded like it demeaned the Irish when I first read it.
I use Bluetooth all the time to stream music from my phone to my car stereo. Sure, the quality would be better if I actually plugged the phone in to the radio, but I'm lazy.
Liveblogging sleep lab. Boring so far
Oh my god. So: I took the child to Target to pick out a toilet seat. Her first choice was the Disney princess seat; I nixed it. At some point later I suggested that we put up a picture of the princesses near the potty so she could enjoy it without having to sit on it. She has reminded me of this several times now, and I was planning a trip to CVS or the like to get a notebook and rip the cover off when kayak suggested that we just print out a line drawing of a Disney princess. He did the Google search and we tried out a few of them with the child. Sleeping Beauty: no. Belle: no. Tiana: no. Then finally she saw the one she wanted, definitely yes. It was this.
I am just dying of laughter here. Dying. This is really going on our bathroom wall and the kid is excited. I have to find a way to stop laughing.
42. Love it! Your story, the drawing, and the story by the artist. All so good.
23 is some shitty-ass web design, putting all those links in the top menu. Sidebars, dude, figure it out.
42: That kid will have some amazing MRI scans when she grows up.
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Do not like the singing of yet another national song. Nor do I like this interpretation.
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48: Don't think I really need it, but doc was all enthusiastic... a little too enthusiastic. Solve all your problems with CPAP.
Wife thinks I will come under suspicion of murder for my violent Tourettsian mutterings.
52: My current sleep doctor is very minatory. All heart attach this and use it all the time that. Jeez, at least people weren't yelling at the man in the iron mask all the time that it was for his own good.
Well, if you want suspicious, you really need to have crawl space corpses. Basement corpses, I mean, that's not great, but there could be reasonable explanations, mitigating circumstances, that kind of thing. You find a corpse in a crawl space, on the other hand, and you've clearly got yourself some kind of malfeasance afoot. Or acrawl.
I like the word corpses. Also copses, but it doesn't come up as often.
55: Aw shucks, this ol' thang?
The drawing in 42 is def going in my bathroom.
Well, I'm not sleeping yet. Probably should soon though. Nerves have been on edge with work and politics. Making it very hard to practice appropriate self care. Sigh. Just want to check out completely. Spend a few days watching the cat or whatever. Do they let the prisoners have cats in Danish prisons? Or LEGO? If you had a cat and some LEGO and books of course, prison really wouldn't be too bad. Just let go of responsibility and care. Horrible world. Can't even breathe right.
Danish prisons are made of Lego and guarded by cats.
42. You should def tell the artist that story when you download it.
I slept. And now I have gunk all up my hair.
Apnea, Nat?
Ample was Nat ere he had apnea. Or something.
Yinz were at the sleep lab?
Yeah, they were looking for apnea 'n 'at.
65 induces me to repost my proudest, stupidest variant from some appropriate CT thread:
A Dan, a con, No Canada!
Ad: No canal, a cold local anaconda
Modesty prevents me from blowing my own ponarke here.
69: also I have shit to do today and can't spend four hours laughing again.
70 This is for you then, because it's no laughing matter.