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An error was found (passive). Candy Crush error - It's the beginning of the end. Eventually, like Restaurant City, the owners of Candy Crush will run out of money and close the game down. You have been told!
The familiar window caught my sight, when I was in the center of Zakopane (riddled with ads). It usually displayed ads, but something went wrong with their ads display soft ;)
♪♬♩•*¨*•.¸¸Just done watching “13 Hours ➳ The Secret Soldiers of Benghazi”. Outstanding movie..... what a learning experience, the liberal media have not spoken up on this movie, and I know why they have not after seeing the movie.
The truth and nothing but the Truth....... The truth is the film depicts the actual heroism of the guys who eventually came to grips to act on their own and do what they could. You can draw your own conclusions on who is right and where errors were made. Shows restraint with the slowed down , sexed up shots. War is gritty here, not glamorous. Result ➳ characters, stakes and emotions feel authentic. Some signature cinematic fetishes. The best sequence is a murderous car chase at night that is brilliantly shot and edited for maximum impact. It is just one heart pounding example of why the film deserves better than to be damned with faint praise.¸¸.•*¨*•♩♬♪
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Windows error on gas station pump screen -- it says "the file or directory C://XPE_ROOT/system32 is corrupt and unreadable. Please run the Chkdsk utlity."
Working on a Windows-only app for work, inside Parallels of course, I got this stupid error message. Not only is it less than useful (What am I supposed to do now that I know this error occurred?), it is missing a period at the end of the sentence blaming my computer for the problem.
"Erm... 404? Isn't this some kind of... error?"
Trippy's first stop in Costa Rica: the Britannia Hotel.
"The Ultimate Costa Rican Experience" boasts the web site for this hotel; and depending upon one's expectations, this could be accurate. You want drugs? You got it! You want hookers? You got it! You want a gun-toting night porter? You got it! You want a snack or a cup of coffee after dark? In that case, your life is in your hands.
Yeah, we fell for the web site hype (via Orbitz -- never booking through those lying scumbags again).
"Close to airport," it said. "Close," the night clerk informed us when we arrived after a forty-five minute taxi ride, means "anything within twenty kilometers of the airport."
"Airport shuttle," they claim. "You have to call a day in advance for the shuttle, and the cost is twenty-five dollars American." Or... you can take a taxi, for twenty dollars.
The entire building is surrounded by a stone wall. The sides and rear of the building are enclosed in a huge glass and steel structure, kind of like a giant terrarium. Across the street there's a charming local corner bar, in front of which rough looking street people and "professional workers" ply their trades.
During the day, the neighborhood is kind of a run-down but otherwise typical noisy city block, with broken pavement and uneven sidewalks. After dark... "we recommend you do not go outside after dark," intoned the desk clerk, the armed security guard / night porter nodding quiet assent to her warning. So... food? The hotel restaurant, a fancy joint with linen napkins on the tables and serving escargot, was empty except for one bored girl in jeans and a midriff-baring t-shirt slouched over the bar watching television. The desk clerk informed us that take-out delivery places do not deliver to this neighborhood at night.
On the way to the hotel, through a warren of narrow, twisting streets lined with scary looking characters, hemmed in by dark, shuttered, barred windows looming sightlessly from broken brick facades on either side, the taxi driver explained as best he could through his limited English and our fractured Spanish that "Columbians" and "Nicaraguans" had taken over the area, and that it was rapidly deteriorating. "Problems, big problems, very bad, very bad," he said as he cautiously navigated the pot-holed route.
The hotel is located on the edge of the "bad part" of this neighborhood. The rooms are pleasant enough, clean and comfortable. Obviously some effort has gone into keeping the building secure and safe. But... close to airport? No. "Ultimate Costa Rican Experience?" Despite Trippy's urgings, I did not venture outside to make the acquaintance of any of the "experienced Costa Ricans" working the night shift, so I can't comment with authority as to the "ultimateness" of any potential "experiences." Other than to offer that ultimately, I'd expect to lose, if nothing else, my wallet.
Perhaps I'm simply not adventurous enough, but my initial impression of Costa Rica was... that I was not impressed. Perhaps I'd have been more bold had I been packing a revolver -- and it was one hefty revolver -- like the night security guy.
twitter is down and Facebook is decidedly broken.
A message that serves to reinforce the fact that my social life exist almost entirely on the interwebs. Oh dear :(
Fehler bitte melden. Ich bin mir nicht sicher, ob alle Angaben richtig sind.
Please displaying errors. I am not shure if all given informations are correct.
Installation Error graphic available for download at http://dryicons.com/free-graphics/preview/installation-error/ in EPS (vector) format.
View similar vector graphics at DryIcons Graphics.
Here we aggregate errors for the last day in one place, so we see if a system is blowing up. This gives us one place to monitor during builds as well, so we can tell if changes to an API in one system affected another.
"Error Is Superior To Art"
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Peace, love and silkscreen.
Even worse-this machine is having trouble booting. Wouldn't it be better if these displays failed with a cryptic linux error?
11/20/2004 When in Rome! Heather and Rich fly to Rome and have fun on their first day.
It is 11:30 pm local time, and oh but we've been footsore and on the way. It all started a couple of day ago, Thursday for us, when we left home about 6:40 pm with Maddy and Spencer. I officially finished the book by writing two chapter intros. I later got on line and learned that Schuyler planned to do intros for ch1 and ch6, and write the 'how gps works' section for ch5. This meant that I am, officially, at least until QC (quality control) comes back, done with the book.
Wow.
And we drove to Dad's and the kids were rambunctious until we opened up our new CD's for Harry Potter and the Prisonar of Azkaban...we listened to the first CD and that quieted them right down!
And we had a dinner at Dad and Judy's and then up to my Mom's, where we chatted a bit...then bed. And the 5:15 am alarm. It didn't feel all that bad, surprisingly.
The flight to NY went well. I watched the incredibly stupid, but still amusing, movie Anchor Man, heather geeked on our itinery. Then I did a bit, then geeked with my GPS.
Note to self...GPS is cool, and this whole idea of narrative of place is cool, but really, taking GPS tracks in Rome doesn't work that well. I think it is best supplemented with voice recordings of places and later geocoding to a map.
hmmm. I try and create meaning by automatically/quasi automatically parsing track logs of less meaningful trips or segments of trips-down I5 to go lobster diving, for example, but perhaps it is the meaning in the trip that is more important. The GPS is a tool for helping to look at that, but I think I can post process intermittent track points, coupled with memory and photos and voice recordings, to get a better sense of trip.
Anyway...the leg to NY went very quickly. Then we were stuck on the tarmac for a bit while our gate was cleared for us. Eeeks...I had to pee!
Then we actually were in a bit of a rush to make our connection...we got there before the 'we are closing the door on your ass' stage, but not much!
I felt a bit ick for a bit, but once I took an ibuprofen, got rid of my heart burn and had some dinner i was okay. We took sleeping pills when we took off. I took another one after dinner, and then forced myself to try to sleep.
It didn't feel as though it were working-almost as though the sleeping pill made weary but not asleep...odd feeling. But I guess I slepped. Heather woke me when they served breakfast. I did not wake easily, and I went back to sleep a couple of times. I was seeing double for part of the time.
Poor Heather says she only slept about 2 hours.
But we arrived, and waltzed through customs and onto the train. Amazing! About 10 euros apiece and we had a nice train ride with two Italian women and an italian man...we didn't really talk, but, oh well.
Into the train station, and a bit of trouble getting oriented to find our hotel. Now it is easy, but the first time was not so easy.
And then somehow it got later and we figured out the metro to go to the vatican. I was pissy about wanting to eat, and we had trouble with that-the place Heather wanted for us wasn't open until 12:30. We had okay ham and cheese sandwiches and excellent olives from a deli, ate in the plazza (?) by the gellatti milleneum.
Then we went up to the vatican. We had missed the vatican museum, sadly, but we perservered and toured Saint Peters. Heather and I were seperated at this point. I hooked up with a free tour guide and learned lots of great stuff.
Heather called when I was about to learn how to become a Swiss Guard. I accidentally hung up on her, and then couldn't figure out how to call her back, but I guessed she'd be in the front, and she was. She was pooped! But gamely lead me through the tombs of the popes. That is neat...it is so non-cave like...and yet, there is plenty of room for more of them :-)
Well we hiked back to the metro, metroe'd back to the train station and walked back to the hotel and took a 2ish hour nap...it was about 3:00 when we started this 'nap' thing.
Well we woke and did like the Romans, and then got ourselves out of the hotel. We took the 40 bus out and walked down to campo di fiori and did Rick Steve's 'Nighttime rome' walk...
We had dinner in the Piazza Navona at the 'Tre Scalini' cafe/Mokarabina coffee bar. We had drinks an appetizer and a primi-ie, we shared 1 appetizer and 1 primi, and a desert, shared, and it cost a bit. Later we saw what looked like better food for much less money. live and learn. I loved the pantheon (only the outside, as it was closed) and saw where kids had set up to camp at the pantheon, etc.
We got minorly scammed at the Trevi fountain over some flowers that were 'given' to us...and when I didnt' pay enough for them the guy took 2 of three back! ack. I was not too annoyed-I mean, I should know better, right?
And I took pictures and we made our way back to the hotel.
tags: italy heather rich rome
English:
We, Catholics want Tridentine Latin Mass (TLM) back. We were robbed since 1960’s.
Russia will spread her errors throughout the world. Pope and all Catholic Bishops must consecrate Russia by name to the Immaculate Heart of Mary. Or Russia will capture the world as Russia will punish the world.
“In the end, My Immaculate Heart will triumph. The Holy Father will consecrate Russia to Me and Russia will be converted. A period of peace will be granted to mankind” - Our Lady of Fatima on July 13, 1917.
When the Consecration of Russia will be done, Our Lady of Fatima will convert Russia to Catholic Faith. Then, the world will have peace sometimes. Also She will bring Tridentine Latin Mass (TLM) back to normal.
Our Lady of Fatima will destroy the evil New mass (Novus Ordo mass), Freemasonry, Protestantism, and etc.
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Spanish:
Nosotros, los católicos, queremos que vuelva la misa latina tridentina (TLM). Nos robaron desde la década de 1960.
Rusia difundirá sus errores en todo el mundo. El Papa y todos los obispos católicos deben consagrar a Rusia por su nombre al Inmaculado Corazón de María. O Rusia capturará el mundo como Rusia castigará al mundo.
“Al final, Mi Inmaculado Corazón triunfará. El Santo Padre me consagrará Rusia y Rusia se convertirá. Se otorgará un período de paz a la humanidad ”- Nuestra Señora de Fátima el 13 de julio de 1917.
Cuando se termine la Consagración de Rusia, Nuestra Señora de Fátima convertirá a Rusia a la fe católica. Entonces, el mundo tendrá paz a veces. También ella traerá la misa latina tridentina (TLM) a la normalidad.
Nuestra Señora de Fátima destruirá la nueva masa malvada (misa Novus Ordo), la masonería, el protestantismo, etc.
Soy, olvido, en mi vida. En pasos de terquedad. Tan inseguros en mi interior. Que soy un error para tu intuición. No soy más que una caja de seguridad, dentro de otra, y otra, y otra… con tan sólo interrogaciones que no encuentran respuestas a nada, dentro. Y no te dejo. Y no me dejo. Pero al fin y al cabo, aquí dentro, aparentemente soy, silencio. En un mundo de sordos a placer, me encuentro, mudo, para aquel, que no escucha nada. Y grito, con todas mis fuerzas, hasta perder la consciencia. Noches ahora son eternas. Noches ahora, son suicidas, y en parte, camino a mi locura. Pero, cada día, encuentro la vida… cada mañana encuentro algo por hacer. Todo mi tiempo, queda expuesto a mi ejercer, y toda indecisión, queda en respuesta después de mi cuestión. Y de eso se trata… de elegir… elegir por aquí o por allá… elegir, esto y lo otro, elegir ahora o después… elegir y elegir… pero, no se queda ahí, que es la parte menos difícil. Después se trata de afrontar el hecho, malo o bueno, largo o corto, guste, o no guste… y en este paso, es cuando, muchos, no saben afrontarlo.
Y por tanto, uno es, fruto de sus decisiones… y si no es así, es que uno ni es. Por tanto, sean, y nunca dejen de ser… porque llegará un momento en que se darán cuenta de que vivieron la vida de otra persona, y eso, ya no tiene remedio… porque el tiempo pasa, y la muerte llega… y esas dos cosas, por mucho que quieras, el primero ya no lo podrás recuperar, y la segunda, tarde, o temprano, llegará.
Así que sean, lo que quieran ser… pero asuman ser, lo que son. Y vivan sus decisiones.
UPDATE: It's working now.
Feeling like a complete idiot I found out my Javascript is OFF. (Did some deprecation tests for javascript last night.)
Gmail, it would be good to put a note like this which I found via Flickr... for those lapses into idiocy--
To take full advantage of Flickr, you should use a JavaScript-enabled browser and
install the latest version of the Macromedia Flash Player.
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Ok just to be clear. This is on FireFox 3. I followed everything I googled about it. Clear cache, clear cookies, clear history...
It works on IE & Flock. I'm stumped. My last recourse is to re-install I guess.
I've requested review of year 2009.
The error page seems to appear when the specific year has been queued for processing. Has happened twice so far. Sure could use some better wording.
Anyway, I NEED MY DOLLAH!
26 Novermber 2009. Penn Station, NY.
Error screen on Amtrak ticket dispenser at New York City's Penn Station. I like the ambiguous, awkward wording and the use of the passive voice. It's the perfect metaphor for too many of my recent trips on Amtrak, which has lately been competing impressively well with the airlines in the race to make travel as needlessly unpleasant and unreliable as possible.