Amazon Prime is even worse. Certain shows are region blocked on my computer (not available in your region), but if I use my mobile device that’s on the same network I can watch it there. Infuriating.
Exactly my situation, but I roll with the punches.
Good point. I have a VPN, although I don’t always use it, I have it set to pick a random exit server. So I tried again tonight both with and without the VPN, and picking specific countries. No luck there.
Turned out, the paid service just dropped the show. It is still available on one of the ad-supported ones, but now that one only works if you turn your ad-blocker off. (Which is ok with me, I grew up watching TV with ads. Would be nice if they had a better error message though.)
Still kind of angry at the paid service for just randomly dropping a show I was in the middle of watching though.
In multiple ways. For some reason, when I watch it on my TV it seems ok but when I watch via net the video, audio, and captioning seem to come in separately and always get out of sync with each other. I don’t know why they can’t put it in a single synchronized stream.
After holding out hope for nearly 3 weeks, I have had to come to the realization that my desktop pc is no more. It’s expired and gone to meet it’s maker. It’s a stiff, bereft of life, may it rest in pieces.
At first, I’d convinced myself it was the power supply. I didn’t have a compatible one, so I kept assuming it would fire right up when I got a new one. Or in this case borrowed a working one.
Hooked it up. Powered it on - oh so briefly - and the acrid smell that heralds the releasing of the blue smoke was had.
I have an embarrassment of laptops and have set up the machine I’d put back together to have an optical drive as my “daily driver”, but it’s woefully underpowered for a lot of things. And the SSD is small, so not getting a full load out of my bits and bobs in any case.
My data is fine, but that was the “gaming” PC. And current finances do not have room for “new desktop just cuz I want one.”
{sigh}
It’s shuffled off its mortal coil of wire.
So the smoke was from the motherboard or something?
Somewhere from under the cpu heatsink\fan.
Oh dear.
Awwww.
We have a few beautiful machines ready to go to a loving home. I know it isn’t in the cards right now, but we almost always have these sweet Swedish puppies at bargain prices.
Clearance SSDs go on 25% off during April, we’ll have a few Samsung 850 1TBS at around 120 ameros.
Prices shown in CAD (1CAD=0.74ish USD)
Ugh.
I wasn’t a fan of HP computers when they were called Compaq; my opinion hasn’t improved much since the acquisition.
I went to bed at 9:30, and my body woke me up about 4:30. Which is about right. But I’m not going for a run for another hour because it’s still dark. And I usually like to run on a totally empty stomach.
Apparently, I need to go to bed later.
People who applaud between movements in a symphony.
I like to think they’ve taken a chance and are trying something new, but at the point where no one else is clapping, why don’t they recognize the clue and stop?
When you’re doing work that should technically belong to someone else, and you have a question about the choices they’ve made regarding the database entries they’ve made (this data feeding into the job you’re doing for them), so you email them and ask for an email response, but they repeatedly insist that they need to discuss it over the phone, despite you hinting that phone is the worst way to reach you.
No, dude, it’s my name on the document that goes out the door, which means I take the heat for anything wrong. I will not hand you plausible deniability for what you’ve done. I will not let you claim that we did or did not discuss something. You do not get to gaslight when we’ve taken work off your plate.
Seriously, this is a dog’s breakfast of data I am dealing with here, and if there’s a legitimate reason for it to be that way, I want it in writing. I have nothing else to do today but phone this guy and write numbers on paper, and I am not picking up the phone.
If worst comes to worst, have the phone call, take notes, then e-mail them to him, CCing someone else involved, and saying in the body of the e-mail very near the top, “If corrections are not received by (date two business days from sending of e-mail), these notes will be taken as true and correct.”
I used to have a client we were pretty sure was not fully literate, and he used to cover it up by being an arrogant, gaslighting asshole. This is how we got around that.
My supervisor (who is currently on acting assignment) backs me up on asking for email. So, if they complain, I can always loop her in, even though she’s technically not supervising me, at the moment. She told me before she left that I was absolutely right to insist on email.
I also have a different work schedule from him. I will be sending a follow-up email tonight (with extra documents – can’t share those over the phone!) and when I get in tomorrow, I have an hourlong phone meeting first thing.
Am I being pettily stubborn at this point? Yes, but that’s whst happens when you jerk me around while I am doing you favours. Sure, us doing this part of the job has been a longstanding thing… but these kinds of informal policies change. And currently, we’ve taken on a lot more of their workload (which, ironically, will make this part easier for the future), for the moment, so they really shouldn’t be pushing back like this.
Ouch. When you have to bill the client for all the time spent examining and rejecting 36 versions of their spreadsheets, repeatedly explaining what they need to send, all while their project is delayed until they can fix them, because none of them even came anywhere close to matching the format that they explicitly agreed to provide. I’ve been there.
Got confirmation, in writing. Confirmation that rather than verify what they are entering, it’s basically “pick the first thing that pops up, regardless of whether it’s correct”.
JFC.
Who needs data validation or sanitization?'); DROP TABLE Users;--
Bobby long time no see.
I’m getting my first period in over a year, and I can’t help but feel like someone should have prevented this. And probably, that someone is me.