Steve Ballmer

I had no idea that this jackass was the CEO of Microsoft.
Can you imagine working for this spasmodic used-car salesman?

Monkey Boy • Best of Ballmer • WTF

Quitting Unexpectedly. Is there any other way?

Neo Office, a decent replacement on Macs for the mega-bloatware that is MS Office for OS X, just decided to up and quit unexpectedly over and over. No new installations, all upgraded and completely useless now.

It's this kind of surreal "advertising" that will become art one day...hopefully after I am long dead.

I have a sick fascination with spam. The utter idiocy of it is, to me, mind boggling. I don’t understand what knucklehead would open and click on the links or why it still, consistently, arrives day after day in my email Inbox. However, every once and a while, I am morbidly curious as to what is behind some of the absolutely surreal and disconnected subject lines that head my junk-mail… (as evidenced by my random spam subject line generator in the right column of this blog). This one I had to post. Absorb it, sing it, go to some Bohemian coffee house and read it as scat. Enjoy one of the interweb’s most useless pieces of data.

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You didn’t think this was going to be a sporadic entry, did you?
This time around, when I merely quit Photoshop or Illustrator after a bit of work, this dialog consistently appears.

How about, "Don't crash. No need to send this dialog to Adobe."

In an effort to find out what happened in part one of “Bug Terror!“, I clicked on the “help” section in the menu of the same Adobe product.

Anybody for a frustration sandwich? Stay tuned!