Flickr - a Yahoo! Company™ - has limited contacts (3,000) and tags (75 per photo) and, as of March 15 the old email-based Flickr sign-in system is kaput, forcing users to set-up and login using a Yahoo! ID.
Flickr users are not happy, despite knowing ever since the Yahoo! acquisition that this was going to happen. Stewart responds to everyone’s whining and venom.
I merged my accounts months back… it’s a tad annoying, but not worth all the fuss. (But what would the internet be without something to complain about?)
“Blah, blah, blah, put their pants on one leg at a time, blah, blah, blah.”
Almost everyday, for as long as I can remember, I have put on my pants both legs at a time. The method varies (side of the bed? via a chair? leaping into an already standing pair of pants, precariously held up by an intricate web of wires?) but the end result is the same: both legs into the pants at (or very-near) the same time. The agility-prowess-building qualities of the exercise aside, why would any sane person do this?
I determined a long time ago that I didn’t want to blindly give in to conventional wisdom just for the sake of its convention, nor did I want to leave my house in the same mindset that everyone I would encounter that day left their respective abodes. I don’t want to live and think and move and act and create in the same ways that everyone else does. I’d rather live something akin to an extraordinary life, if at all possible.
My morning dressing routine is just one of those silly little things that brings not-so-silly (dang serious, even) thinking into my brain at the beginning (or very-near) of everyday. Creatively speaking, I feel like I have a leg up on everyone before I’m even out the door.
What are you doing to force yourself to think differently and actively?
My new favorite snack: Pei Wei lettuce wraps with a side of rice. Related Asian restaurant dining activity: The Lady and I always make up stories wherein the grand finale punchline is uttered by cracking open your fortune cookie and reading the fortune (e.g. “…and thus the wise, old wizard struck down the carnivorous robot dolphin with his broken staff and, through bearded, muffled lips exclaimed [insert fortune cookie fortune here].”)
Unfortunately (unintentional pun), during tonight’s snackage, I opened my cookie to find Asian emptiness staring back at me; broken walls of thin, crisp, baked cookie that have never felt the presence of a potentially-prophetic paper slip.
I leave it up to you to give me my missing phantom fortune.