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I like how Googledocs, in its current less efficient "new and improved" incarnation, has totally abandoned the idea of "refresh". Gmail refreshes automatically, which Gdocs is supposed to do but rarely did; at least in the last version they had a refresh link. Now they're just like, fuck you, Sam, why would you want all your information in one compact area where you don't have to click on the files? Why wouldn't you want to see all your folders in the sidebar and the Home list?

Refresh? That's for losers!

It worries me that Google keeps drifting further and further from their core ideal of "functionality". Mainly because they don't seem to be drifting towards anything, except perhaps the vague and badly vocalised concept that if they look more like Bing they can crush their market share. Protip, Google: what brought you to the precipice of total internet dominance was your refusal to function like your competitors, instead of clumsy efforts to ape them.

While Google's "updates" tend to feel a little like someone broke into my apartment and redecorated it in mildly bad taste while I was out, I realise I am irrationally over-reacting to this as well. So here, have some terrible comic book valentines from the eighties. (Thank you bluejeans07!)

YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM ME, VALENTINE.

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Stolen from spiderine:

I would like all my LJ friends to comment about how you got to know me. But I want you to LIE. That's right. Just make it up. If you'd like, copy this to your journal so others can do the same.

I'll start! On my twenty-first birthday I received a mysterious unmarked envelope containing a treasure map. After years of labouring fervently to decode it, including an encounter with some wildebeests that I'd really rather not talk about, I traveled to a hidden island off the coast of New England and began to dig. When my shovel finally hit something solid, I unearthed an ancient tin box in which was tucked, with the greatest of care, this livejournal.

And the rest, of course, is history.

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So I am, in fact, watching the Super Bowl. I'm watching the actual game -- that second touchdown was fantastic, whoever you're rooting for -- but the ads, wow. I'm unaccustomed to commercials; I get all my TV through the internet, and thus very rarely see ads.

I think they've used all the breasts. All of them. (There's also an unsettling "hit people with a full can/bottle of beverage" theme.)

What drove me to post is that I just saw an ad for the new Transformers movie, which is set at least partially in Chicago, and I'm pretty sure they blew up the building I work in. Not cool, Michael Bey, not cool. My favourite mug was in that building!