Posts Tagged CyberLizard

Fuck you, Google, and the app you rode in on

Edit: So I now have a new “personal” account and things are relatively back to the status quo. But my arguments still remain: the whole thing is totally fucked up. And it’s made worse by their policies on “real names”, so I can’t just set up an account as CyberLizard independent of my identity as my meatspace self. This fucking pisses me off. Expect another rant about that soon.

Hold on to your seats, folks; it’s going to be a ranty ride.

So here’s the deal. I own my own domain, cyberlizard.com. I got tired of dealing with email management and decided to just let GMail deal with it all. No problemo. Now I’ve got mail.cyberlizard.com to do my emailification. At the same time, I also set up things like calendar.cyberlizard.com and docs.cyberlizard.com, aka Google Apps. I had already had my iGoogle and Google Reader set up to use my cyberlizard.com email address as the login. So, pretty cool.

Actually, not so much. Because my iGoogle and Google Reader apparently use something called a Google Account or Google Profile. Which apparently is different from the shit I just set up in Google Apps. Even though it’s got the same login. Ok, fine. So I just go directly to my *.cyberlizard.com urls for some stuff and directly to Google for others. And this works.

Until Google Plus. Google apparently thinks that Google Apps users are second class citizens who don’t deserve these special things called Google Profiles. Which means no Google Plus. But since the same email address is being used for both my “personal” google account and my Google Apps account, I can get in on the “personal” one.

You confused yet? I sure as hell am! Irregardless, all this shit works. I’m on G+, I can see all my RSS feeds on Reader, I can do my emailizations and I make extensive use of my Calendar.

Until today. Google decided to “transition” my “conflicting” accounts. So now I’m totally fucked. If I go to my email and log in, I am apparently logged in to the entire google infrastructure with my apps account. So if I go to Plus, it says, “Fuck you! You can’t get in without a Profile! And Apps accounts don’t get a Profile! So you’re fucked!” Or something like that. I may have paraphrased a bit. The point is, this fucking sucks. And Google’s only solution is to rename my “personal” account?! What about all the stuff I’ve done on G+ already? I don’t want to change my fucking email address! Why is this shit so difficult? I’m not a stupid guy. I work with computers all day long. I run web sites. I program the world’s most powerful computers. But this shit drives me batty!

I want:

  • All my existing *.cyberlizard.com shit to work; mail, calendar, docs
  • All my configuration and content of iGoogle, Reader, G+ to work

How do I get the content from both of these onto one account? Without creating a whole fucking new email address? Make it fucking happen, Google!

p.s. I’m not usually one to rant about this kind of technology struggle. I’m usually the one telling people how to set this shit up. I’m really not some dumb, ignorant user (well, maybe in this case I am). There’s probably a perfectly logical reason why they set things up this way. But I’ll be damned if I can see it. Or untangle the result.

p.p.s Yes, this is whiny and pouty. I just want my internets to work! *wail*


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Coming clean

The blogosphere has been abuzz with the news that the Gay Girl in Damascus  is really a straight, married man. Now we hear that ‘Paula Brooks’, editor of the lesbian news site ‘Lez Get Real’ is also a cisgendered straight man. I feel it is important to clarify something about myself that may have been misrepresented.

I too am a cisgendered, straight man.

What people think I am

What people think I am

What I really am

What I really am

I am NOT a lizard

Thank you. Carry on with your day.

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Profound Absurdity

I left this comment on my friend Tall Penguin’s blog in response to her musings on the absurd nature of her life:

Absurdity and over-the-top awesomeness seem to be major themes in my life right now, while simultaneously being incredibly profound and meaningful. All that stardust coalescing over billions of years has led to this? How fantastically absurd and amazing! I can honestly say that I love my life 😀

I don’t usually go on in great detail about my personal life here. I’m much more comfortable snarking at the religiotards or railing against stupidity. But sometimes I will stop, take a hard look at my life and say, “You know what? Life is pretty fan-fucking-tastic! How in the hell did I end up here?!” Where ‘here’ is this astounding place where I am loved and where I love.

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These made me giggle

Just a few of the search terms people use to find my little corner of teh intertubes:

  • porno
  • cool shit
  • really cool shit science
  • fuck duck
  • horses ass

I wonder if the person searching for “cool shit” was the same one looking for “really cool shit science”. Perhaps they were refining their query parameters?

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You’re happy? Srsly?

R U HAPPEE?

R U HAPPEE?

The Goddess was talking to my mother on the phone the other night. She was telling my mom about some friends having marital problems and how that depresses her. See, my wife is an extremely cheerful person who can’t help but see the good in everyone. Sometimes that leads to gullibility, but mostly it’s quite endearing. So when she hears about others having troubles, it always shocks and surprises her.

My mother couldn’t understand why she would be so shocked to hear that someone wasn’t happy in their life.

“I’m happy,” replied my wife, “so I just kind of expect that everyone else is too.”

“C’mon, you mean to tell me you’re actually happy? That you’re happy about your life? I can’t believe that.” was my mother’s incredulous response.

This blew my wife away, that my mother couldn’t believe that she was really, truly, unabashedly happy about her life. Me, not so much blowing away going on. I grew up with the woman. If there’s one constant in her life it’s being able to find something to bitch about. My mother would probably be unhappy if she couldn’t find fault with something.

But enough about my mother. As surprising as this may sound, coming from someone who has dealt with depression their whole life, I would say that I am happy. My life is pretty darn good. Even when I’m depressed, I recognize that there is a neurological issue that is affecting me, but that external to that life is good.

So, how about you: are you happy?

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They’re letting me out

My sister is going to watch the lizardlings and the Goddess and I are going out on a DATE tonight! We’re going to see 500 Days of Summer. But don’t worry, I’ve got a nice juicy post coming soon wherein I give my brother an electronic whipping for being a moron. And if you’re good little boys and girls (or anything in between) I might give you a review of the movie. How’s that for incentive?

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Administration FAIL!

*grumble,ghrmbl,gurhmbld, stoopid iPhone touch screen, gurmble,gjrjdm*

I finally get some comments on a blog post and what do I do? I fracking delete one of them!!!!1!!!111 That’s what I get for poking at my iPhone with my stubby fingers late at night. tuibguy, my apologies.

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The “Real” Creation Story

One memory from childhood stands out as a pivotal moment in the formation of my beliefs. When I was in the fifth grade (I would have been 9) there was one of those Science Bowl competition thingies. The topic for my grade level was “Endangered Species”. Being the bright kid that I was, my science teacher had selected me to be a member on the team. Not that any of this is important, except to serve as a backdrop for this story.

The real Tree of Knowledge?

The real Tree of Knowledge?

Being part of the team meant that I got to hang out after school in the science classroom, reviewing the material in preparation for our competition. After one of these review sessions we were all standing around talking, waiting for our parents to pick us up. It was your typical classroom with cinder block walls painted a horrid institutional green. I was standing next to the bulletin board, idly examining the way that the wooden frame had been painted over multiple times, since the chips of paint revealed the layers. I don’t remember how the conversation drifted in the direction it took, but the teacher made an interesting observation. She remarked that some people thought it was possible that humans were really aliens who had crashed on Earth. The whole business about the Tree of Knowledge in the Garden of Eden was really a story about the crashed ship’s computer that had gotten garbled over the years.

I still have the pillowcase

I still have the pillowcase

Already at that age I was into the science fiction and had a huge Star Wars action figure collection. And Star Wars sheets, pillowcase and blanket. When my friends and I played Star Wars, I got to be Luke because I had blonde hair. So this idea of a space faring people colonizing the Earth was absolutely fascinating to me. It seemed way more plausible than the version that they taught in church. From that point on, any time I heard or thought about Genesis, I couldn’t help but imagine this alternate version of events and what fantasize about what really had happened.

Now, I didn’t actually believe in the literal truth of this alien story any more than I bought into the idea of an omnipotent being creating a golem out of clay. But it definitely introduced me to alternate ways of thinking about religious texts instead of just accepting the “official” position. This memory (and Star Trek) opened my mind to the possibility that the universe was much more fantastic and amazing than boring old god.

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Anablog – A Collision of Two Worlds!

Just something loopy I’m doing. Crappy pics, I know, but I’ve only got my iPhone with me. Click to embiggen. Transcript coming soon.

How retro!

How retro!

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Hang out with the CyberLizard

What I look like in the mornings

What I look like in the mornings

Ok, boys and girls, if you’ve ever wanted to hang with a famous blogger, now’s your chance. I will be at a special showing of “The Jerk” at the Enzian Theater in Maitland, FL @ 9:30pm tonight. It’s a private showing just for me and my faithful Lizardlings (and anyone else who buys tickets. But we’ll just ignore them).

As an added bonus, you get to meet the man from who’s loins the CyberLizard sprang!

So come on down and join the fun. I’ll be the one in a bathrobe with my pants down around my ankles carrying a chair. Because I’m just that into it.

p.s.  I’m not really famous. And I probably will be wearing pants. But don’t let that stop you.

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