On all of my PC’s running both Windows 10 and Windows 11 the volume goes from 0 to 100 in steps of 2. Even numbers only. No way to set it to 17, for example.
Why?
Why don’t they set it to go from 0 to 50 in increments of one?
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Does Microsoft think that their amps should go to 22?
Seriously, is there some bizarre limitation to the OS or programming reason that prevents there from being any prime number other than 2 being used?
Filed under Deep Thoughts, Silly Shit
Late. Tired. Keep It Short, Stupid!
I may have posted this at the time (I can’t imagine that I would have passed up the opportunity) but I don’t see where, so let’s go with it.
From back when I could go to NASA Socials, i.e. 2015, here’s a picture of an unpowered drone that would carry instruments and be pulled behind an aircraft at the end of a long rope or cable.
Obviously…
…it’s a toad drone.
I’ll be here all weekend. Tip your waitress!
Filed under Photography, Silly Shit
During their vacation, many folks to a “cleanse,” where they retreat from the stress of work and home life and social media, eat healthy food, drink pure fluids, get some exercise, do some yoga, get a massage, and so on.
I’m not one of those folks.
It occurs to me that I do the opposite, more of a “pollute!” Normally I try to eat well, get some exercise, watch my weight, manage stress, but when I go on vacation, all of those rules are gone. It’s time to eat all of that crap that I normally don’t allow myself to have!
Burgers & fries yesterday for lunch, pizza last night. Getting on a plane, there’s always a big bag of M&Ms and some chocolate bars to help suffer through those long, long, four-hour flights. A pound of chocolate an hour for every hour in the air – isn’t that the rule? There’s some FAA regulation about that, I’m sure.
Plus, once we get to the hotel and I’m not driving anywhere for DAYS, it’s time to have a margarita or three! I won’t drink if I’m going to be driving or flying, but if everything is either in the big hotel and convention center or I’m going someplace by cab or subway, then why do I have to worry about being 100% sober or 0% hungover?
Next week I can carefully check the scales when I get home and see how much damage I’ve done and begin the grim task of moving that counterweight back to the left a few pounds. In the meantime, IT’S TIME TO GET TOXIC, BABY!!
Filed under Silly Shit, Travel
Here’s a new BMW “Summer Sales Event” ad that’s been playing on TV for a couple of weeks. It’s the one where a couple of guys are playing with a virtual reality headset and one of the guys and a woman take off for a ride in the BMW while the other guy is out of touch with reality, playing his game. If you haven’t seen it or don’t recognize it, take a look.
Now – who are these people? What’s their relationship?
The article I’ve tagged says they’re roommates. Okay. Maybe. If you insist.
I’m calling bullshit.
Okay, so I’m that guy. But really, what did you think. Three random roomates, two guys and a girl?
The first time I saw this I instantly saw a completely different scenario. I see the glint in that woman’s eye and the smirk on the face of the guy she takes off with. I see the confusion and betrayal on the face of the VR guy when he finally takes off the headset and finds himself alone. I see the dog trying to hide, because he knows exactly what’s going down!
Our gorgeous young femme fatale isn’t just a roommate! My money says she’s the girlfriend/fiance/wife of the dude wearing the AR headset. But he’s too busy worrying about his virtual reality to be paying enough attention to her in real reality. So when he gets goggled up, she and the boyfriend’s friend are going to go have a good time.
Nailed it!
I will not be taking questions at this time.
Now let’s talk about why someone who can afford one of those BMWs needs to have a roommate instead of just owning a home free and clear…
Filed under Silly Shit
Some days you get a teeny, tiny bit of knowledge or trivia and it’s enough to declare victory and quit for the today.
Today’s one of those days.
A few days ago I posted about how the squirrels in our back yard will lie on the concrete porch, spread eagled. Long-time reader & contributor & author & purveyor of her own site Jemima Pett commented that it was to cool off in the heat.
This evening I ran across a random tweet which I might normally ignore. But it had a picture of a squirrel, spread eagled, and a local television/news station article about this very phenomenon.
It’s called “splooting!” (I think the “!” is optional, but hey, with a goofy looking squirrel layed out on the pavement like a bearskin rug and a word like that to describe it, how could anyone not include the exclamation point?)
I was tempted to leave well enough alone and just go with the silly, funny word, but decided to check other sources. I was afraid that I might find that this was a made-up thing from that Texas television station. Then I would have to quickly find something else to write tonight, or at least a different spin.
But, no! It really is a term, particularly in reference to dogs. (Google an image search for “splooting puppies.” You can thank me later.) I remember our Lucky Puppy and Jessie doing it from time to time. But lots of critters sploot.
Now you know!
Filed under Critters, Silly Shit
Playing for five minutes as I brought the security camera back in.
I knew it would do that, I just didn’t know how easy it would be. The next time I have more than five minutes to play (which I believe I have scheduled for early 2024 right now) I’ll have to play with doing it better, or better yet, weirder!
(If I find a way to open a portal into an alternate dimension, I’m outta here!)
Filed under Photography, Silly Shit
“Hey, Siri – if I were taking one of those little 81mg baby aspirin and I popped it into my mouth but missed my throat and tossed it down into my lung, am I going to die?”
“Here’s what I found about an aspirin diet! Would you like more details?”
“No. Hey, Siri – what happens if I have an aspirin lodged in my lung?”
“Here’s what I found about Aspen Lodge! Would you like to make a reservation?”
“Jesus… Hey, Siri – if I get a pill in my lung will it dissolve and, if so, would that be good or bad?”
“If you need help solving today’s Wordle puzzle that would be neither good nor bad since I’m not here to be judgmental.”
“What the fu… Hey, Siri – I might be having a medical emergency, please help me. Do I need to call 9-1-1 for an aspirin in my lung?”
“‘Reno 911!’ was a mocumentary that ran on Comedy Central for seven years and was recently revived to be coming back for an eighth season on Roku despite no one on the planet asking for that shit. Would you like to watch it now?”
“Hey, Siri – are you actually trying to kill me here?”
“Chill, dude, you’re fine. A bot’s gotta have a little fun every now and then, especially with a clueless tool that can’t even take aspirin.”
…
“Hey, Siri – say again?”
“Again.”
“Hey, Siri…”
“Doo doo DOOOH! I’m sorry, the Siri you have reached is no longer in service and there is no new Siri.”
…
“Hey…”
Filed under Farce, Silly Shit
“Siri, show me my ‘unimpressed’ face.”
Wait, the phone can create GIFs? How did I do that?
More importantly, how do I turn it off?
Filed under Paul, Silly Shit
I don’t know what the grocery store ecosystem is like where you are, but here in Los Angeles the self-serve checkout started moving in and taking over a few years back. Now, at any major supermarket, you’ll typically have one or two human cashiers and a dozen or more automated checkout systems. The only time I ever go to a human checker is if I have liquor of some sort. You can’t buy that at self-service because the robot can’t check your ID.
One of the problems with those automated checkout systems is that the area you put groceries in after you’ve scanned is is a bit on the small side. You don’t have an option of putting the scanned groceries somewhere else. The system is weighing each piece as you scan it, along with the overhead cameras and internal security cameras, to make sure that you’re not stealing. So if you have let some of the staples (canned goods, toilet paper, cereal, and so on) slide for a while and then decide to stock up, you can start to run out of room pretty quick.
When you have limited space jammed to the edge, then it’s time to start going vertical.
Grocery Jenga!
Our store has one employee attendant who babysits six stations and clears jams and helps those who are running into this system for the first time. My grocery mentor yesterday wanted to come and take a picture for winning this week’s “competition.” What the heck, why not? Do I win anything? Customer of the week parking? $20 off?
Let’s not be silly.
Filed under Los Angeles, Photography, Silly Shit
Stupid backstory – lots of time in the back seats of station wagons as a kid, learned to play lots of “license plate games.” Now I have a “January baby” car so I get to be one of the first to get the next year’s California registration tags.
Again this year I haven’t seen one of the 2022 tags yet, which isn’t surprising since I go out and drive maybe twice a week to go to the grocery store and maybe get food for takeout. So I win! I have the 2022 tags!
Yeah, me!
(How bad is 2020? This might end up being one of the highlights that gets mentioned in our annual Christmas card letter…)
Filed under Paul, Silly Shit
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