Software Misuse

Darren Barefoot writes about one incident of Microsoft Excel’s misuse. I’ve seen it used as a word processer, for games, as a database, and a drawing program. I’ve received emails where the email’s content is in an attached Word document instead of in the email itself. I’ve seen Flash used for a web site when HTML will do. I’ve seen people use fancy, expensive programs to do screen captures when

Flash Is Being Abused

Not The Flash, the comicbook character, but the multimedia application used by too many damn web sites for their entire content. I don’t mind Flash if it’s used minimally, as a tool used to deliver content HTML can’t provide; but why the hell do site designers use it for EVERYTHING. Fancy graphics and confusing user interfaces do not attract visitors who are simply looking for information, especially when the user

Turn-signals

A new category! Annoyances will contain short posts that describe things that annoy me and probably others. For example, I’m going to add the post about drive-throughs to this category. Send me any suggestions. First on the list: people whining about things that annoy them. Haha. You wish. First annoyance: Drivers who don’t use the turn-signal properly (if they use it at all): it’s a warning device, not a I-am-now-in-the-process-of-turning

Drive-throughs

I read a Bill Bryson essay (from his collection Notes From a Big Country) about how Americans embrace “conveniences” that end up taking longer than before the “convenience” existed, like drive-throughs. I stop at one of the 600 Tim Hortons’ coffee shops on the way to work, picking up a coffee and sometimes a muffin. If there’s a line-up of more than 3 cars at the drive-through, I’ll park and

Alarm Clocks

I hate alarm clocks; they either grind into your dreams, corrupting the bliss you thought you were in, or hover in your subconscious like a lion ready to pounce on its prey, keeping you (i.e. the prey) alert to its inevitable alarm. I’d like to try the Ah! Wake Clock, but I suspect I wouldn’t get out of bed, if my wife could even tolerate it me having it. I’m