Rabbit’s hole

Gmail vs Yahoo

De ce Gmail ? Pentru ca la inceput era cool sa ai unul. De ce yahoo ? Pentru messenger.

Am abandonat total adresa de mail de la Yahoo - mai sterg uneori spamul dar in principal e casuta messengerului. In schimb gmail-ul este accesat de cel putin 10 ori pe zi.

Inca o data mi s-a confimat astazi eficienta gmail-ului - se incarca rapid, nu ma streseaza cu un omulet dansator de fiecare data cand ma logez, are culori dragute (da, conteaza, galbenul bananei si violetul caracatitei imi da migrene). In plus e facut ca sa fie folosit - e intuitiv, interfata minimalista, stergi/clasezi/citesti mesaje fara stres, sortezi, cauti. Iata o chestie minora dar care m-a enervat azi la yahoo - am primit un mail de spam. Genul citat dintr-o carte la inceput (ca sa pacaleasca filtrele) si pe urma publicitate din plin. Pe gmail ma uitam la adresa (tii mouse-ul peste nume si ca tool tip iti arata adresa) si daca era generata aleator il stergeam direct. Pe Yahoo a trebui sa intru ca sa ma asigur, pierzand timp si expunandu-ma virusilor. Nu exclud ca se poate face si in Yahoo chestia asta - dar chiar trebuie sa existe o alta cale decat cea mai simpla ?

Apropo, daca aveti nevoie de cont pe gmail am cam 90 de invitatii de dat - scrieti adresa de mail intr-un comentariu si o sa va trimit una.

Fears

Apeirophobia- Fear of infinity.
Arachibutyrophobia- Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth. (deadly one!)
Arithmophobia- Fear of numbers.
Athazagoraphobia- Fear of being forgotton or ignored or forgetting.
Aulophobia- Fear of flutes.
Chorophobia- Fear of dancing.
Clinophobia- Fear of going to bed. (coffee maniac)
Consecotaleophobia- Fear of chopsticks.
Coulrophobia- Fear of clowns.
Cyberphobia- Fear of computers or working on a computer. (I knew a programmer who had it - used gloves at work)
Deipnophobia- Fear of dining or dinner conversations.
Dextrophobia- Fear of objects at the right side of the body.
Didaskaleinophobia- Fear of going to school. (it didn’t work on my mother )
Dikephobia- Fear of justice.
Doxophobia- Fear of expressing opinions or of receiving praise.
Eleutherophobia- Fear of freedom.
Epistemophobia- Fear of knowledge.
Ergophobia- Fear of work. (i think i cought it…)
Francophobia- Fear of France or French culture. (Gallophobia, Galiophobia)
Gynephobia or Gynophobia- Fear of women. (is it a man thing ?)
Homilophobia- Fear of sermons.
Hypnophobia- Fear of sleep or of being hypnotized. (hmmmm ….)
Ideophobia- Fear of ideas.
Leukophobia- Fear of the color white.
Levophobia- Fear of things to the left side of the body. (hope it doesn’t combine with dextrophobia)
Logizomechanophobia- Fear of computers. (again)
Mnemophobia- Fear of memories.
Nostophobia- Fear of returning home.
Novercaphobia- Fear of your step-mother.
Obesophobia- Fear of gaining weight.(Pocrescophobia)
Octophobia - Fear of the figure 8.
Ombrophobia- Fear of rain or of being rained on.
Onomatophobia- Fear of hearing a certain word or of names. (incomiiiing !!!!)
Ophthalmophobia- Fear of being stared at.
Optophobia- Fear of opening one’s eyes. (every morning)
Orthophobia- Fear of property.
Ouranophobia or Uranophobia- Fear of heaven.
Papaphobia- Fear of the Pope. (seems reasonable)
Papyrophobia- Fear of paper.
Paraskavedekatriaphobia- Fear of Friday the 13th.
Parthenophobia- Fear of virgins or young girls.
Peladophobia- Fear of bald people. (shit !)
Phagophobia- Fear of swallowing or of eating or of being eaten. (goes nicely with obesophobia)
Philophobia- Fear of falling in love or being in love. (most of the girls i dated had it)
Pogonophobia- Fear of beards. (it’s growing on me …)
Politicophobia- Fear or abnormal dislike of politicians. (is it still a phobia if everyone has it ?)
Porphyrophobia- Fear of the color purple.
Proctophobia- Fear of rectums. ( you see lots ???)
Pteronophobia- Fear of being tickled by feathers.
Russophobia- Fear of Russians. (welcome to Eastern Europe)
Syngenesophobia- Fear of relatives. (especially the ones you own money to)
Telephonophobia- Fear of telephones.
Triskaidekaphobia- Fear of the number 13.
Urophobia- Fear of urine or urinating. (huggies !)
Venustraphobia- Fear of beautiful women.
Walloonphobia- Fear of the Walloons. (search it !)
Zemmiphobia- Fear of the great mole rat. (what the f..k ???)

and to end it :
Polyphobia- Fear of many things.
Panophobia or Pantophobia- Fear of everything.

Plextor - asa da !

Sau prima firma care m-a impresionat prin garantia pieselor electronice - in cazul meu un DVD writer.

Acum aproape un an am cumparat o unitate DVD (PX-750A) de la unul dintre multele magazine chinezesti de pe Montgallet. O incercare de update al firmware-ului mai tarziu unitatea era moarta. M-am intors la magazin pentru a schimba bestia. A doua a mers mult mai bine - pana acum o saptamana. Dintr-odata a inceput sa aibe erori citind dvd-uri si cd-uri si pana la urma a cedat total.

Bineinteles ca nu aveam cine stie ce sperante - cine cunoaste Montgallet-ul, stie - preturile sunt mici dar garantiile abismale. Am cumparat deja o alta unitate (ce bine ca preturile au scazut enorm ) si am sunat la magazinul de la care am cumparat writerul - no problem, mi-l iau si il trimit la plextor si in patru pana la sase saptamani am alta unitate inapoi. De curiozitate am incercat un RMA (utilizarea garantiei producatorului) - am completat pe site-ul plextor detaliile si am asteptat. Nu mult - cateva ore mai tarziu am primit confirmarea deschiderii dosarului si instructiuni de testare (downloadarea unui program de-al lor si atasarea rezultatului la un mail de raspuns). Sau, daca nu e posibil, o poza a etichetei.

Pentru ca unitatea era moarta (sistemul nici macar nu boot-a cu ea conectata) am ales varianta pozei, gandindu-ma ca e de pomana - slabe sanse de acceptare. Mailul lor de raspuns, trimis o zi mai tarziu, m-a uimit si impresionat :

Unitatea dumneavoastra de inlocuire a fost trimisa prin posta catre adresa furnizata. Puteti selectiona linkul urmator ___DHL____ pentru a urmari progresul pachetului. Timpul estimat de calatorie este de 1 - 2 zile lucratoare. Va rugam sa tineti unitatea nefunctionala la indemana - este posibil sa va rugam sa ne-o returnati - toate costurile vor fi suportate de compania noastra. Daca intr-o perioada de 2 saptamani nu primiti nici o veste puteti sa distrugeti unitatea veche. Va multumim.

need a bank ? don’t use Berclays !

A little piece of advice - don’t use Barclays’ ATMs - and if my experience is representative - don’t even use the bank !

Last year, on the 30th of September me and my girlfriend set out for a little road trip so we decided to pick up some cash. On our way out of town we passed by a Barclays ATM and Irina got my card. Twenty seconds later she returns smiling happily (I was in the car at the time, trying to park the car) - unfortunately without the money. I return to get it - but too late - the atm eats them before I can get the banknotes in my hand. Well, no problem - I use the card again and we go on our way - thinking the atm has the intelligence to reset the last transaction.

Everything is almost forgotten until two weeks after I get my banks statement - twice the sum (50 euros) was deducted. I schedule a pass by the bank’s office (the atm was positioned inside the office) and I figured this shouldn’t take long. How wrong I was !

I explain my situation - I made two transactions, one was not validated (I saw the money going in, no problem there) - so please refund me the 50 euros that the machine has in excess. I had the statement with me so the hours, card number and sums were easy to verify.

And here it begins : an older well dressed lady (and rather disgusted by my t-shirt and jeans outfit) explains me I have to make an official request (No problem!) BUT at my bank, with my counselor so he can pass the request by channels to their bank ! At this point I’m a little lost - why can’t they verify that there are 50 euros more in the atm than there should be ? After all, the transactions should be logged - it is easy to see that the money comes from my card.

Nope !

After a few minutes of argumentation the lady wins with the final statement: “this is how it is !”. I go to my bank (luckily my office was at about 300 meters away), convince everybody I’m not crazy - finally David, the guy that’s responsible for me prints a signed and legalized (!) statement. Back to Barclays’ - “It isn’t enough - they must DEMAND that we return the money”. Again I’m at a loss - I try to explain it is me that’s demanding the refund, not them - after all, it is my money. Same “we can’t do anything” argument as before - so I’m back to my bank and I ask David to call the woman (tr: she-devil/idiot). She happily explains he needs to write a letter asking for my money. Nothing more ! We write a letter on a nice official bank paper (header and everything), we both sign it and I’m back on the road. Finally the minion admits it should be ok - I have to write another reclamation and she takes everything “for our internal department”. I leave feeling a little steamed from going back and forward for 30 minutes, but hey, at least it’s solved.

Or is it ?
Two months later (late November) still nothing. Now, I could say it is a life lesson and leave it at that - but they got to me with their stupid rules so I’m decided to see this one through. I call asking about the refund. Surprise, surprise - nobody knows everything. Luckily (if luck means being beaten to a pulp with the bat of merciless stupidity) I get the same lady. She informs me my bank needs to do an inquiry to their bank about the progress - I cannot ask it myself. It takes a few seconds to sink in -

“I can’t ask why your bank isn’t refunding my own money ?”
“Yes, you can, but the request must be made by your bank”.

And this is where she gives me the final argument “It’s normal for a bank to take care of its customers - we take care of our own; in your counselor’s place I would be happy to do it“. At this point I’m almost laughing and yelling :
“But I’m your customer - I used your atm and you haven’t helped me at all”.
Anyway - she finally takes David’s number so she’ll call him and promises to call me back after. She doesn’t.

We now zoom to the present day - of course, still no refund, and a week ago I talked with David - he doesn’t know anything. I call Barclays gain - same lady (stupid b***h).

“We have to re-launch the request - I’ll need the information again because I can’t find the file”. I give it to her (I’m trying not to mumble any swear words between spelling my name). Finally, the magical sentence “We’ll call you”.

I’m waiting …

“Romanii in spatiu”

Titlul unui nou simulator spatial (aka joc) de la firma 2Bad Design pe care l-am descoperit din intamplare. Partea superba ? Istoria jocului :

“It is the year 1988 and our saga begins when Romanian dictator Nicolae Ceausescu sets out to conquer the United States of America. Only ten years later, he is proclaimed emperor over the whole known world, and since history remembers only the strongest, Romanians become the chosen people to inherit the land. One hundred years of oppression pass under Romanian dominion over the Earth, but prospects are bleak since there are none left to fight against. Hope is restored once the new emperor, Traian Basescu, promises to conquer the galaxy within the next thirty years. War and suffering are all over the news as the army is massed into space. The intergalactic war rages on as Romanians quickly subdue every alien race they encounter, but now the threat comes from within. Remnants of the former republic of Hungary have formed a new nation on a recently-conquered planet, claiming independence and a chance to live freely. Several squadrons were ordered to destroy the separatists, yet failed to achieve victory. This is where the player comes in, as a pilot in the romanian armada”

Deja au aparut reactii adverse din partea ungurilor desi trebuie sa recunostem ca nici partea romana nu se lasa mai prejos. Destul de grav daca o astfel de poveste scrisa clar in gluma inflameaza spiritele in asa hal !

Geek humor

Timpul ghindelor

Un simpatic filmulet cu veverita din Ice Age - mereu in cautare de ghinde …