FACEBOOK! AUTOMATION LABS! OH NO!
This was circulating on Tumblr before I got it from V. Of course, being the lazy chav that I am, I had to look this up to see if it was a legitimate security faux pas on the part of Facebook.
About.com goes on to state:
Here’s the deal. The fact that the names appeared does not mean these people have access to your Facebook account or are up to no good. It just means they’re associated with the company or group name you typed in.
So have no fear, dear readers. The world is a-okay.
My Daily Gripe
Hi, Welcome to My Daily Gripe. Today’s issue is my job search. One of the reasons some of us are on a job search is because we need money, yes? One of the places we go to search is the internet. The internet has various sites and sources for helping people find jobs. I don’t want to name any of them so I don’t get in trouble. My gripe is that some of these sites and sources charge us for some of their services. 
Ok so let me get this straight. I can post my plain ol ugly resume, cover letter, etc. or I can pay you to make it look pretty, clean, and stand out from the rest… Why do these sites think I am looking for a job? I don’t have money to pay for your services. Can I spell it out any louder? Oy, is this truly a never ending cycle? Am I doomed to living with my parents forever? Why do peanut butter and jelly compliment each other so well? (Geeze, I must be more hungry than I thought.) I mean how else am I going to pay for my posts on the singles sites?!
Wrestling On The Edge of Love
Courtesy of thebradyhicks.com
They say (whoever “they” are) that to be in love is to look into someone’s eyes and to know what they’re thinking or feeling. That until you truly know someone, you’ve never really lived.
Last night, while watching the Royal Rumble with a few of my friends, I think I actually fell in love with Edge. Now, I’m not talking the traditional kind of romantic love that most would associate with the word (the kind of love that is, coincidentally, reserved for Maria Kanellis each night when I go to sleep). I guess what I’m trying to say is that last night I was able to look into Edge’s eyes when he first came out at the highly coveted number-29 spot. For the first time in quite a long time – 5-1/2 years by my math – the fans seemed to be solidly behind the “Rated-R Superstar” as he made his way down to the ring to claim his first Royal Rumble victory, just as I’d predicted a few posts below.
More importantly than the fans’ reaction to Edge’s “surprise” appearance or his even more “stunning” win – which will give him a world title match at WrestleMania - were the real, true emotions that were so clearly etched on Edge’s face in those closing Royal Rumble minutes. I know Edge had to be thinking that this was his time, and that, hopefully, only he could be the one to truly take it away from himself. It can be difficult to look back on a career that includes nine world titles as one unfulfilled, but I think Edge truly has to look into the mirror and wonder just how much of a legacy he will leave if his injuries continue to mount with age.
Make no mistake, Edge’s recent return is a huge deal. It is the sort of injury that has sidelined baseball and football players for more than a season … even ending the careers of some. The fact that Edge was able to make a return to active wrestling in just six months is such a testament to his desire to be the best of the best … mentioned in the same breaths as John Cena, The Undertaker, and Triple-H. Edge may have been a main event player for a few years now, but last night his eyes conveyed to me that he was finally going to take that one giant step toward the kind of immortality that is reserved for very few men. He also has to know that one poorly planted foot could actually spell the end of his wrestling career, forever.
Whether or not this mountain that I am describing is one that Edge is even capable of climbing, is one thing. You still have to admire the fact that he is willing to take a chance in an attempt at reaching the summit. After all, it’ll be a mighty fall if his foot gives way.
At least, that’s what his eyes seemed to tell me.
Conan’s a real nice guy
Take note, ye who wish to be classy gentlemen. When Conan O’Brien left NBC, they gave him about $45 million as severance to him and the band and a few others. It didn’t cover the working guys, the stagehands. The guys who really keep the show going. They got fired and nothing else—no severance package, no pat on the back, no thumbs up.
But that’s okay, because Conan himself gave them six weeks’ pay out of his own pocket. And a pat on the back. And a thumbs up.
NBC may have screwed up royally by giving Leno his old spot back (I sure as hell won’t be watching that time slot anymore), but it really gave Conan O’Brien yet another chance to shine. All jokes about his pale skin aside.
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