"Spam"

There are many things I wish I could do from the web that I could apply in real life. Spam filtering would be awesome. Job offer from a lame old boss? Send it to my junk folder. Invite from a jinky ex-girlfriend? See ya. Random phone call saying my warranty expired? Filtered and blocked.

Today's strip was illustrated by Marissa L. While my life may be a flood of unsolicited garbage, I can imagine it as only worse for all the attractive women I've never seen in bars. So here is my small commiseration, and if you like it enough, here is the link to the Cafepress store where you can buy the mug.

Comic #5: Caution: Conflicting Viewpoints

George Orwell would be really amused if he were still alive today. Serious dissent has been quashed as a part of polite social interaction as a threat to viral branding, long-repressed agendas and do-whatever-I-want-ism. I hope the First Amendment endures through my life, but to do that people will have to use it and not be shut down by language as seen above.

Sliding down the generation gap: 35 vs. 25

I never thought that I'd be unable to relate that well to any generation that also uses computers. But I've noticed a growing difference. Little things, like blank stares when I say something sounds like a broken record, or when people speak to me online using only consonants.

Comic #3: Worlds Collide (Warcraft Humor)

Some things just don't carry over well from computer games. :D

Always Look Out For #1, But Make Sure You Don't Step Into Comic #2

Back when I used to care, I used to polish up my shoes, throw on a tie, put my cordial face on, get my resume spit-shined, and get ready to answer some brutally honest and worthwhile questions in interviews. I realize that with the job market being so competetive there are countless people more qualified than me who deservingly got hired in my place, but I still have a sneaking suspicion that 10% of my interviews would have gone like this had the interviewer been more candid.

Dave Gets Shut Down. Hard.

I've always been amused by the diversification of jobs in modern times, especially since the 1960s and 1970s. I know this comic is only a slight exaggeration of the duties doled out on The Biggest Loser, but I guess there must be some guy or girl who fate corralled into displaying random numbers when some contestant steps on the scales. And I'm sure the show gets crank mail every week about the range of the numbers and how certain ones are downright implausible.