The morbid side of Sears

So the Sears death spiral continues. I’ve had sex in their bathrooms, sworn at their lawyers, and occasionally even bought stuff there. I predict that by 2020 (if not sooner) none of these will be options anymore.

FaceTime

I’ve had my new iPhone for more than a week now and I have three thoughts on the subject:

I’m glad I still have the unlimited data plan because now that I have an iPhone that actually works, I’m using a lot of data doing things like…oh…listening to Canadian radio stations in the car on my commute to and from work, etc.
I have not yet done FaceTime. I’m not sure that this fact particularly distresses me, but some part of me feels that I should try it once before determining that I don’t like it any more than I like talking on the phone without visuals.
I find an insincere “My pleasure!” just as annoying from Siri as I do from a cashier at Chick-fil-a.

Slightly cooler with a 30% chance of armageddon

Sorry. The headline just amused me.

A rather unsatisfying winter

That it should be so warm at 9PM in February makes me just a little unhappy. That it has been freakishly warm pretty much all winter long makes me feel just a little bit cheated.

Randomly Thursday

Random linkage for a Thursday night spent with Netflix and a cookie:

This may be the vaguest job posting I’ve ever read for what you might assume would be a fairly specific position. This is my field and I imagine I’m probably somewhat qualified for it, but I have absolutely no earthly fucking clue what they’re looking for nor what the person they hire might actually do on a daily basis. Not that I’d consider doing whatever it is in Texas, anyway.
I really despise “news” pieces like this. They don’t ~~define their~~ have any methodology at all. Apparently, misery is caused exclusively by either a bad housing market or by crime. Yes, Detroit is probably somewhat miserable. But Sacramento? Sorry. I just don’t buy it.
Speaking of Detroit and misery, though, this seems a fairly reasonable assessment.
I think I want to see this.
Tagline heard on the way home: “CBC Radio 3: For whenever you need nonstop Canadian indie rock.” Funny thing: I never realized quite how much I needed nonstop Canadian indie rock until I had it so handy. Sort of like the iPad, I guess.