Hall Of Mirrors

I was using Apple's Screen Sharing to control a new Mac Mini I'm setting up. When I shut down the Mac Mini, the app lost its shit and apparently tried to start controlling ... the computer it was running on.

That's quite an effect!

The Comforts Of Home

We've been casually browsing open houses for a few weeks. We're not sure if or when we'll be buying a place, but the process of visiting and evaluating the pluses and minuses of places is giving us a better understanding of what we value in a home.

One of the things that is so engaging about open houses is you never know what you'll find on the inside. The outsides of homes, especially here in the northeast of the United States, vary little compared to what you find within.

The goal for sellers is to spruce up their home so that you feel at home the second you walk in the door. To achieve this, some agents even bake cookies before the open house in order to give the home that "deliciously comfortable" aroma.

But nothing screams "buy this house" quite like a latex rubber glove dangling off the bathtub faucet.

Iran Is On Facebook

Today we receive news of Barack Obama's dramatic shift in policy towards the nation of Iran, recording and sending a video appeal to the people and government, hoping for a more diplomatic relationship in the future.

Few people realize the extent to which modern technology has played a role in this softening of stances. Punk It Up recently uncovered evidence that Iran has been using the popular Facebook web application to learn more about both its allies and opponents.

Rumors are circulating that Iran has also gotten back in touch with several grade school friends with whom it had considered a long-term friendship impossible. Here's to technology!

Employees Must Wash Hands

Am I the only one neurotic enough to be turned off when I see those signs in restaurant bathrooms stating that employees must wash their hands before returning to work? The last thing I want to be reminded of as I fumble for the door knob with my hand wrapped in thick paper towels, is that the short-order cook makes his way in and out of this filthy place several times per day between shifts of handling the raw tomatoes and onions.

As a germ-phobic customer who's about to eat here, what I really want to see is:

"Employees must sanitize hands using the sterile sink that is not separated from the kitchen by several feces-laden doorknobs."

What's worse is when these signs are up, but soap and paper towels are absent. Nice move, restaurant. This means:

"Employees must take a shit, lightly rinse their hands with water, dry their hands by wiping on their washed-weekly work pants, and touch the feces-laden door knob before returning to work."

Who's hungry for take-out?