Man, I hate my Android phone. Can someone help me out? I'm on the computer now because I tried editing my post but it always does this; maybe it happens to others too:

 

When I get on this site and post a reply, try to edit mistakes (and there's a lot with a touch screen keypad), I try to scroll through the text, and it does, but it never reaches the bottom of said text/paragraphs. You can't ever go all the way to the bottom. Is there some trick I'm not aware of? You guys know what I'm talking about?

...

 

I've decided that Western Digital makes the most durable external hard drives.  Every so often my chair at work gets tangled in the wires under my desk.  I get up to get a coffee and "CLACK, clack, clack"  the hard drive falls off the top of the desk or computer onto the concrete floor.  They build those things to last.

I'll second that. WD Mybook external drives are tough. A couple of mine have suffered the same mishaps you described, and come out unscathed. The internal versions work well in external enclosures as well. My favorite among those is the Rocketfish enclosure; it includes card-reader slots for SD and compact-flash cards, and connected to a USB 3.0 port on the computer it supports USB 3.0.

 

The ruggedness applies to WD internal drives, too. For internal RAID installations the WD RE (Enterprise class) hard drives seem to be bulletproof, and although they're more expensive than the Caviar series, the price differential isn't all that great, percentage-wise. I became less impressed with Seagate after they acquired Maxtor in 2006. Prior to that I think they were highly reliable, but they must have assimilated Maxtor's philosophy regarding (non-)reliability. I lost much of a summer's RAW files in 2006 when a Maxtor drive died, and then I discovered that the backups I'd made on a cheap-ass Lite-On DVD burner were unreadable on other DVD drives. By that time I'd already given away the computer with that DVD burner, and the recipient had trashed the DVD burner after he discovered the problem.

 

Regarding internal RAID implementation, there's a function called TLER (Time-Limited-Error-Recovery) that limits the error-recovery time on a disk in a RAID error from exceeding the controller's error-recovery time limit and causing the drive to be marked degraded and removed from the RAID. At one time, WD Caviar drives had this feature and it could be switched "on" for RAID implementation or "off" for standalone use via a utility called WDTLER.exe that was downloadable from Western Digital. In more recent versions, the Caviar drives no longer have TLER available, and RE (Enterprise) drives have it perrmanently enabled. RE drives are suitable only for RAID use, and Caviar drives are suitable only for standalone use. Bear this in mind when building a system or adding functionality. I learned it the hard way with my recent new build.

 

More about WD and TLER at Wikipedia here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Time-Limited_Error_Recovery

 

... Can't you become a sex offender for indecent exposure? You can get that just from p!ssing outside against a dumpster in some alley. Who hasn't done that? When you gotta go, you gotta go!

 

I hope I never find out what it's like to end up there. I'm too good-looking to go to jail.

You might be just what some big, ugly bruiser is looking for in a girlfriend -- don't pass up your chance for happiness!

 

Sex offender status, at least for getting on a registry, comes from an offense involving rape and/or force/violence. In sex with a minor or child-molesting those are implicit. Public indecency, lewdness, indecent exposure might get your name in the newspaper but it probably won't get you locked up unless you make a habit of it. If it did, my youngest brother would already be on a registry or still in jail.

I FINALLY saw Four Loko in the store today!  I couldn't beleive it!  I almost bought one, then thought it through for a second and was like, nah, I'm too old for this shiz!

I drank one while in the bathtub once. It was vile.

Man, I hate my Android phone. Can someone help me out? I'm on the computer now because I tried editing my post but it always does this; maybe it happens to others too:

 

When I get on this site and post a reply, try to edit mistakes (and there's a lot with a touch screen keypad), I try to scroll through the text, and it does, but it never reaches the bottom of said text/paragraphs. You can't ever go all the way to the bottom. Is there some trick I'm not aware of? You guys know what I'm talking about?

 

It's a glitch on iphone too.

 

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My building lobby late at night reminds me of barber shops where people get all debating and stuff and it ends up getting out of hand and angry because everyone's coming in drunk.  I'm jwaiting for someone to get thrown through a glass door.

Can't you become a sex offender for indecent exposure?

 

Along time ago I remember hearing on the radio about some guy who bought a house in Florida that was apparently on the registry for pissing in public many years ago prior when he was in college.  Fast foward years later with he and his family settling in their new house.  Cops come knock on the door and say they have to move because they are located by a school. 

 

I'm sure laws vary, but I'd say it's not worth the fine either.  I think it's hundreds of dollars here in Chicago, which has pretty much eliminated the problem.  But I'd say what needs enforcement is the people who don't pick up their dog's sh!t in the park.  It's just sits there in the grass and temperatures reach 85 degrees and you can smell it 20' away.

...then thought it through for a second and was like, nah, I'm too old for this shiz!

 

...I've been saying that a lot lately.

 

I see Four Loko all over the place. It must be a lot more popular in Columbus. Four Loko should be banned. I've seen people do some really crazy stuff after drinking it. I tried it once, long before it was popular because I have no brand loyalty at all when it comes to beer. Both alcohol and caffeine are diuretics. I felt so dehydrated and I could feel an extremely irregular heart beat. Ill never drink that stuff again. I think there must be too much caffeine or guarana or something. I never felt like that from a a jager bomb.

I've had a horrible morning.  Last night, during my volleyball game, I hit a kid with the ball, and he went down.  I found out this morning I broke his nose.  I sort of feel bad, but if you don't know how to play defense, you shouldn't be on the court.

 

 

Then I blinked while changing Mr. Fussy Pants and he almost roll onto the floor!  I caught him in mid air.  He just laughed. 

 

 

They day can only get better!

 

 

Then I blinked while changing Mr. Fussy Pants and he almost roll onto the floor!  I caught him in mid air.  He just laughed. 

 

Please tell me that isn't what you call your hoo-ha. That would be disturbing on multiple levels.

Then I blinked while changing Mr. Fussy Pants and he almost roll onto the floor!  I caught him in mid air.  He just laughed. 

 

Please tell me that isn't what you call your hoo-ha. That would be disturbing on multiple levels.

 

No!  You perv!  That's what I call baby!  He's such a little Diva!

I forgot how miserably hot it gets in N Carolina this time of year.  Took my bike down here..... went for a ride yesterday..... lost my sense of direction and got lost in a large residential neighborhood...... was lokking for someone, anyone to give me directions back to where I needed to go..... trying not to pass out from heat exhaustion...... but block after block after block, not a single soul was outside.  Everyone hiding away in the A/C.  The air was so thick you could cut it with a knife.  One of those 95 feels like 105 days.  Yuck.  Can't wait to get back to my summer on the north coast! 

 

I usually don't come down here during the summers, unless we are going to the mountains or beach, but grandma turned 100 yesterday.  Couldn't miss that.

 

Yeah, but October through April down there is awesome.  I will take a hot summer any day for their beautiful fall, winter and spring. 

Then I blinked while changing Mr. Fussy Pants and he almost roll onto the floor!  I caught him in mid air.  He just laughed. 

 

Please tell me that isn't what you call your hoo-ha. That would be disturbing on multiple levels.

 

No!  You perv!  That's what I call baby!  He's such a little Diva!

 

Still not sure what you're talking about. Could go either way.....

Then I blinked while changing Mr. Fussy Pants and he almost roll onto the floor!  I caught him in mid air.  He just laughed. 

 

Please tell me that isn't what you call your hoo-ha. That would be disturbing on multiple levels.

 

No!  You perv!  That's what I call baby!  He's such a little Diva!

 

Still not sure what you're talking about. Could go either way.....

 

Oh Lawd.  Thing No. 2 and his wife (Mrs. Thing No. 2) had their first child.  I'm the baby's Godfather.  Keep up already!  I call the baby "Mr. Fussy Pants".

I forgot how miserably hot it gets in N Carolina this time of year.  Took my bike down here..... went for a ride yesterday..... lost my sense of direction and got lost in a large residential neighborhood...... was lokking for someone, anyone to give me directions back to where I needed to go..... trying not to pass out from heat exhaustion...... but block after block after block, not a single soul was outside.  Everyone hiding away in the A/C.  The air was so thick you could cut it with a knife.  One of those 95 feels like 105 days.  Yuck.  Can't wait to get back to my summer on the north coast! 

 

I usually don't come down here during the summers, unless we are going to the mountains or beach, but grandma turned 100 yesterday.  Couldn't miss that.

 

Yeah, but October through April down there is awesome.  I will take a hot summer any day for their beautiful fall, winter and spring. 

To each his own. I'll take a 9 month winter just to avoid that summer.

Then I blinked while changing Mr. Fussy Pants and he almost roll onto the floor!  I caught him in mid air.  He just laughed. 

 

Please tell me that isn't what you call your hoo-ha. That would be disturbing on multiple levels.

 

No!  You perv!  That's what I call baby!  He's such a little Diva!

 

Still not sure what you're talking about. Could go either way.....

 

Oh Lawd.  Thing No. 2 and his wife (Mrs. Thing No. 2) had their first child.  I'm the baby's Godfather.  Keep up already!  I call the baby "Mr. Fussy Pants".

 

I'm still not convinced that these people really exist, and that you're not some schizophrenic typing this from a basement filled with feral cats.

Then I blinked while changing Mr. Fussy Pants and he almost roll onto the floor!  I caught him in mid air.  He just laughed. 

 

Please tell me that isn't what you call your hoo-ha. That would be disturbing on multiple levels.

 

No!  You perv!  That's what I call baby!  He's such a little Diva!

 

Still not sure what you're talking about. Could go either way.....

 

Oh Lawd.  Thing No. 2 and his wife (Mrs. Thing No. 2) had their first child.  I'm the baby's Godfather.  Keep up already!  I call the baby "Mr. Fussy Pants".

If we didn't know you call your assistants Thing 1 and Thing 2 this statement wouldn't really help much either.

Then I blinked while changing Mr. Fussy Pants and he almost roll onto the floor!  I caught him in mid air.  He just laughed. 

 

Please tell me that isn't what you call your hoo-ha. That would be disturbing on multiple levels.

 

No!  You perv!  That's what I call baby!  He's such a little Diva!

 

Still not sure what you're talking about. Could go either way.....

 

Oh Lawd.  Thing No. 2 and his wife (Mrs. Thing No. 2) had their first child.  I'm the baby's Godfather.  Keep up already!  I call the baby "Mr. Fussy Pants".

If we didn't know you call your assistants Thing 1 and Thing 2 this statement wouldn't really help much either.

 

 

Now everyone is up to speed, right?

Then I blinked while changing Mr. Fussy Pants and he almost roll onto the floor!  I caught him in mid air.  He just laughed. 

 

Please tell me that isn't what you call your hoo-ha. That would be disturbing on multiple levels.

 

No!  You perv!  That's what I call baby!  He's such a little Diva!

 

Still not sure what you're talking about. Could go either way.....

 

Oh Lawd.  Thing No. 2 and his wife (Mrs. Thing No. 2) had their first child.  I'm the baby's Godfather.  Keep up already!  I call the baby "Mr. Fussy Pants".

If we didn't know you call your assistants Thing 1 and Thing 2 this statement wouldn't really help much either.

 

I'm telling you, they're all cats.

 

 

I'm telling you, they're all cats.

 

 

Ewww.  I hate cats!

I see Four Loko all over the place. It must be a lot more popular in Columbus. Four Loko should be banned. I've seen people do some really crazy stuff after drinking it. I tried it once, long before it was popular because I have no brand loyalty at all when it comes to beer. Both alcohol and caffeine are diuretics. I felt so dehydrated and I could feel an extremely irregular heart beat. Ill never drink that stuff again. I think there must be too much caffeine or guarana or something. I never felt like that from a a jager bomb.

I will not stand idly by while this fine beverage is denigrated.  Firstly, Four Loko is widely available at preferred retailers throughout the North Coast region.  Secondly, it no longer contains caffeine.  This is either a.) a horrible bastardization (while I'm drinking it) or b.) a fortunate health-related development (the afternoon after I drink it).  Maybe some would find it sad that a 32-year-old professional with an advanced degree would still indulge in drinking something clearly formulated for college students and street people.  However, it is science FACT that 1.) Four makes your friends more interesting and video games more enjoyable and 2.) if you see the full rainbow array (eight flavors or "colors") of Four cans at the West Side Market (not THAT one, the one at 98th and Madison)  you will be unable to resist the lure of the shiny objects.

I see Four Loko all over the place. It must be a lot more popular in Columbus. Four Loko should be banned. I've seen people do some really crazy stuff after drinking it. I tried it once, long before it was popular because I have no brand loyalty at all when it comes to beer. Both alcohol and caffeine are diuretics. I felt so dehydrated and I could feel an extremely irregular heart beat. Ill never drink that stuff again. I think there must be too much caffeine or guarana or something. I never felt like that from a a jager bomb.

I will not stand idly by while this fine beverage is denigrated.  Firstly, Four Loko is widely available at preferred retailers throughout the North Coast region.  Secondly, it no longer contains caffeine.  This is either a.) a horrible bastardization (while I'm drinking it) or b.) a fortunate health-related development (the afternoon after I drink it).  Maybe some would find it sad that a 32-year-old professional with an advanced degree would still indulge in drinking something clearly formulated for college students and street people.  However, it is science FACT that 1.) Four makes your friends more interesting and video games more enjoyable and 2.) if you see the full rainbow array (eight flavors or "colors") of Four cans at the West Side Market (not THAT one, the one at 98th and Madison)  you will be unable to resist the lure of the shiny objects.

 

Does crack have guarana in it?

Does crack have guarana in it?

I dont know.  Check with Whitney Houston.

clip of Whitney Houston on Diane Sawyer

Then I blinked while changing Mr. Fussy Pants and he almost roll onto the floor!  I caught him in mid air.  He just laughed. 

 

Please tell me that isn't what you call your hoo-ha. That would be disturbing on multiple levels.

 

No!  You perv!  That's what I call baby!  He's such a little Diva!

 

Still not sure what you're talking about. Could go either way.....

 

Oh Lawd.  Thing No. 2 and his wife (Mrs. Thing No. 2) had their first child.  I'm the baby's Godfather.  Keep up already!  I call the baby "Mr. Fussy Pants".

If we didn't know you call your assistants Thing 1 and Thing 2 this statement wouldn't really help much either.

 

I'm telling you, they're all cats.

 

No, just voices in his head.

Does crack have guarana in it?

I dont know.  Check with Whitney Houston.

clip of Whitney Houston on Diane Sawyer

 

Oh Whitney, you were the Charlie Sheen of my generation. Yeah, she wanted to dance with somebody. Too bad it was Mr. Brownstone.

Does crack have guarana in it?

I dont know.  Check with Whitney Houston.

clip of Whitney Houston on Diane Sawyer

 

Oh Whitney, you were the Charlie Sheen of my generation. Yeah, she wanted to dance with somebody. Too bad it was Mr. Brownstone.

I hate him.  But at least I #won!

 

Oh Whitney, you were the Charlie Sheen of my generation. Yeah, she wanted to dance with somebody. Too bad it was Mr. Brownstone.

 

ahahahahaha

Oh Whitney, you were the Charlie Sheen of my generation. Yeah, she wanted to dance with somebody. Too bad it was Mr. Brownstone.

 

Yowza!

Then I blinked while changing Mr. Fussy Pants and he almost roll onto the floor!  I caught him in mid air.  He just laughed. 

 

Please tell me that isn't what you call your hoo-ha. That would be disturbing on multiple levels.

 

No!  You perv!  That's what I call baby!  He's such a little Diva!

 

Still not sure what you're talking about. Could go either way.....

 

Oh Lawd.  Thing No. 2 and his wife (Mrs. Thing No. 2) had their first child.  I'm the baby's Godfather.  Keep up already!  I call the baby "Mr. Fussy Pants".

 

I'm still not convinced that these people really exist, and that you're not some schizophrenic typing this from a basement filled with feral cats.

 

I often wonder the same thing...

I just finished a meeting and one of the attendees name is Cleveland Brown!

 

 

When he introduced himself, it took everything I had to keep from laughing.

There used to be an older employee at my work named Cleveland Brown, funny part was he hailed from New Orleans. It never made sense to me.

It would make more sense to me if he was from Stoolbend Virgina.

So I have been designing basic CSS layouts for mobile devices at my internship and I gotta say, I have a completely new outlook on web design.

So as not to provoke the witch, here's my contribution from the offtopic line of discussion from the UC dev thread.

 

The Dan Gilbert School For Children Who Can't Read Good and Want To Learn How To Do Other Stuff Good Too - Brought to you by NICK'S KIDS: A ROCK FINANCIAL CHARITY - Made possible by generous gifts from DAN GILBERT, THE CLEVELAND CAVALIERS, ROCK-CAESARS OHIO, and QUICKEN LOANS

^But it's so tiny, how will the children fit inside???

I realized I strongly dislike 20 somethings yesterday.  I was at an charity event and I had to change with a bunch of 20 somethings, a 30 something and another 40 something.  We all had to wear swimsuits.  I've never been ashamed of my body and I've always taken care of myself, eaten healthy, workout, run so that everything stays tight and sexy.

 

 

In the hold room, these 20 something were eating cookies, candies, and big macs, other junk food and Pop.  On top of that two smoke.  I thought to myself, "God...the things you eat in your 20's with no thought, you avoid like Kryptonite in your 40's"    :(

 

 

I was afraid to eat a grape.  I was feared I would instantly gain five pounds. The days of carefree/careless eating are long gone.

^ I am way beyond trying to be tight and sexy, I am just trying to avoid round and blubbery....

 

 

 

 

 

 

My pants got tight. Is that sexy?

I believe it goes like this:

 

"I got some tight pants at [insert fashionable boutique]." - sexy

 

"My pants got tight since [insert unseemly length of time]." - not sexy

^ I am way beyond trying to be tight and sexy, I am just trying to avoid round and blubbery....

 

ROFLMAO!  Well it just dawned on me at that moment and I got a little depressed.  I was like, I just turned 45.  In gay terms I should be in the Shady Pines retirement village.

 

At the same time i've seen many 20-somethings that look as though they have some hard lives!

My pants got tight. Is that sexy?

Laaaawd! 

This discussion reminded me of my teenage years. I was skinny as a rail, pushing six feet and barely making 120 pounds. I couldn't gain weight despite eating almost anything that couldn't outrun me. My grandmother was a marvel in the kitchen, and she kept telling me I shouldn't be so skinny. "Eat! Eat!" she'd admonish as she plied me with warm-from-the-oven homemade pecan rolls, yeast-raised German coffee cakes, and apple dumplings topped with vanilla ice cream. I was a willing - no, eager - victim to her efforts to fatten me up.

 

In my late twenties I started to gain, and by age 50 I had hit 170. Now I'm past that phase, and hanging steady at 130 or thereabouts. Time and its close companion, arthritis, have taken their toll on my height, though, and shrunk me to the shy side of 5'10".

This discussion reminded me of my teenage years. I was skinny as a rail, pushing six feet and barely making 120 pounds. I couldn't gain weight despite eating almost anything that couldn't outrun me. My grandmother was a marvel in the kitchen, and she kept telling me I shouldn't be so skinny. "Eat! Eat!" she'd admonish as she plied me with warm-from-the-oven homemade pecan rolls, yeast-raised German coffee cakes, and apple dumplings topped with vanilla ice cream. I was a willing - no, eager - victim to her efforts to fatten me up.

 

In my late twenties I started to gain, and by age 50 I had hit 170. Now I'm past that phase, and hanging steady at 130 or thereabouts. Time and its close companion, arthritis, have taken their toll on my height, though, and shrunk me to the shy side of 5'10".

 

I think a grandmother role is to fatten up the grand kids.  Both of my grand mothers are excellent cooks and like you I was tall and skinny in high school.  IIRC, in 10 grade I was 6'4" and 170 lbs.

 

When I turned 30 I actually started to "fill out"

I realized I strongly dislike 20 somethings yesterday.  I was at an charity event and I had to change with a bunch of 20 somethings, a 30 something and another 40 something.  We all had to wear swimsuits.  I've never been ashamed of my body and I've always taken care of myself, eaten healthy, workout, run so that everything stays tight and sexy.

 

 

In the hold room, these 20 something were eating cookies, candies, and big macs, other junk food and Pop.  On top of that two smoke.  I thought to myself, "God...the things you eat in your 20's with no thought, you avoid like Kryptonite in your 40's"    :(

 

 

I was afraid to eat a grape.  I was feared I would instantly gain five pounds. The days of carefree/careless eating are long gone.

I can assure you that not every 20-something has the luxury of eating whatever they want. I hate when anyone, no matter their age, can eat all kinds of unhealthy things without gaining a ton of weight.

^Too true.

I realized I strongly dislike 20 somethings yesterday.  I was at an charity event and I had to change with a bunch of 20 somethings, a 30 something and another 40 something.  We all had to wear swimsuits.  I've never been ashamed of my body and I've always taken care of myself, eaten healthy, workout, run so that everything stays tight and sexy.

 

 

In the hold room, these 20 something were eating cookies, candies, and big macs, other junk food and Pop.  On top of that two smoke.  I thought to myself, "God...the things you eat in your 20's with no thought, you avoid like Kryptonite in your 40's"    :(

 

 

I was afraid to eat a grape.  I was feared I would instantly gain five pounds. The days of carefree/careless eating are long gone.

I can assure you that not every 20-something has the luxury of eating whatever they want. I hate when anyone, no matter their age, can eat all kinds of unhealthy things without gaining a ton of weight.

^Too true.

Porky andrew0816 I dont think every twenty year old does, but your generation is less active than mine, which may add to the problem. 

You're an old man.  No one cares how you look.  They expect it.  They're probably still laughing about it.

You're an old man.  No one cares how you look.  They expect it.  They're probably still laughing about it.

 

But I'm gay, and we have standards.

^That may be true, but you're also like 45 which is retirement age in gay years. So, just give up and stop pervin on twenty year olds. :D

^That may be true, but you're also like 45 which is retirement age in gay years. So, just give up and stop pervin on twenty year olds. :D

 

 

FYI, those 20-somethings came on to me, not the other way around.