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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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Gov. Crist makes god put up a force field

According to Gov. Charlie Crist of Florida, we’ve been spared from the hurricanes because he stuffed a little piece of paper in a hole in a wall. Of course, it requires the wall to be in Jerusalem and the paper has to have a prayer on it to get direct action from god. In this case, god responded by putting up a force field around Florida to protect the nation’s wang from the mean old storms.

See? Here’s the latest one bouncing off of the invisible sky daddy’s power:

Danny misses FL and heads towards New England, as god wanted

Danny misses FL and heads towards New England, as god intended.

I mean, how could there be any other explanation? Either no one has previously prayed for hurricanes to miss Florida or else god just really likes Crist. I’ll bet god said, “Fuck the prayers from people in other states, I’m gonna protect Florida ’cause Charlie is such a good guy!”

Charlie is quite the modest one, though, despite his influence over an omnipotent supreme being:

[Crist] said he’s not taking credit for the lack of storms in this hurricane-prone state.

“I give that to God,” Crist said. “But it’s nice.”

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It’s the end of the world as we know it

That’s it. I’m convinced. There is a god and the end-times are upon us. There is photographic proof.

I just threw up a little in my mouth

I just threw up a little in my mouth

via Awkward Family Photos.com

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Soggy night

We had a mini-disaster tonight. I was replacing the inner parts of the downstairs toilet and was following the instructions, but the wrong thingy got unscrewed. You’d be amazed at the volume of water that can come shooting out of that little pipe sticking out of the wall behind the toilet. I know I was. Within seconds I was soaked and the bathroom started filling up with water. Jenny managed to figure out how to shut off the water to the house, but not before the water had flooded the laundry room, hall, master bedroom and master closet. The good news is that only the master room and closet are carpeted, the rest is tile. So we called in the troops (Jen’s mom, step-dad and brother) and used every single towel in the house, as well as a couple baskets full of dirty clothes to soak up all the water and prevent it from spreading. So now the closet is emptied into the living room and half the bedroom is shoved up against the wall. The carpet is pulled up and we have one fan graciously donated by our good friend Jenny running.

Tomorrow a guy is coming to evaluate the damage and set up more high-powered fans to dry the carpet. When everything is dry, the padding will probably have to be replaced and the carpet put back down and re-seamed.

I’m off to open the futon upstairs and collapse into a (hopefully) deep sleep.

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