This looks bad. Kind of had the feeling that any problems would show up in ‘less used’ products, particularly lenses, and that seems to be the case here.
Scary. You feel so helpless. When this happens you are ‘DEAD IN THE WATER’.
Poster is now reflecting that MAYBE he should have waited ‘for the dust to settle’. I already decided to wait till Monday (rather than Sunday). SMILE.
As an ol’ programmer I consider this atrocious programming. Rather than displaying ‘Firmware Broken‘ at least have the decency to ROLL BACK the update, get the lens to a semi-operable state and say “Update failed. Reinstall previous Firmware Version’. But I, for 40 years, have NEVER considered the Japanese to be very good programmers! Think about it. What has Japan done on the SOFTWARE front? Google, Amazon, Facebook, Twitter … List goes on. Good with hardware.
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by Anura Guruge
>> 88% PENALTY on IRS Taxes!
>> IRS Form 8962 is a nightmare.
>> ObamaCare ‘Death Panels’ are real!
>> 2015 enrollment.
>> 5 Healthcare carriers in NH in 2015.
>> 2015 Obamacare coverage in NH.
>> ‘coveringnewhampshire.org’ …
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Wow. I had always thought of Aspirin as MY FRIEND. Something that was good for my heart. I was told, way back in 1987, to take an aspirin a day for my heart health. And I did, religiously — along with my glass (or two) of red wine, also, of course, just for my heart health.
I like Aspirin. It was, until last Wednesday, July 29, 2015, my favorite pain medication. I wasn’t into this new fangled Tylenol, Advil, Relieve etc. and I have stayed away from prescription pain medication EVEN when it has been prescribed to me. About 5 years ago, kicking and screaming, I was taken, by the wife, in collusion with my then cardiologist, to the ER because I was having chest pain, just above my heart — and my blood pressure was going up (because I had been in pain for some time). They checked me out. Did the blood test for the marker hormones. Nothing. Did the EKGs. Nothing. Then they sent me to have a chest X-ray and they put a little metal dot on my chest where the pain was. The X-ray was focused on that. While I am still standing there, chest to plate, in the X-ray room, the technician calls out over the Intercom: “you have a broken rib just where you are feeling the pain”.
Well, 3 weeks earlier, before Christmas, I had slipped and fallen — on my shovel handle — while I was shovelling snow. It hurt BUT it never occurred to me that I had broken anything. My record with broken bones is kind of notorious. Years ago, after a doctor, on a whim, had both my hands X-rayed, they found that I had broken my ALL my knuckles, multiple times. But I can’t even remember breaking them ONCE. The doctor just shook his head. That I once played rugby for 35 minutes with a broken bone in my hand and then forgot to go the hospital, as I had been instructed to do, for 4 hours is also part of my legacy.
Well, when I was wheeled back into ER the doctor and the male nurse both wanted to know WHY I didn’t realize I had a broken rib — for 3 weeks. I had no explanation. Then they asked me what I took for my pain. I said Aspirin. They looked at me strange — and people do that often. Aspirin? Yes. What strength? I don’t know. The stuff that is in a standard bottle. Hhmmm. How many? I don’t know. Maybe two every 4 to 5 hours. They gave me a bottle of Vicodin. I did NOT see the point in taking that 3 weeks in. So I kept it. Came in handy when I needed to sedate one of my goldens so it would not gnaw at a ‘hot spot’. One Vicodin and he was in ‘la-la’ land for hours. Did the trick. Best use of Vicodin ever.
I was taking two (2) 325mg Aspirins a day — most days. I thought it was good for me. If one was good, two has to be better … right? Sometimes I might take more. Two in the morning, two at night. 325mg Aspirin was also my preferred fever reducer.
Now my new doctor, another Indian, tells me that taking all that Aspirin was killing me!
I can’t win.
Told me to throw away my nearly full bottle of 325mg Aspirins. Killed me. They were my friends. I had to buy a bottle of 81mg Aspirin. Baby ones. Only one a day.
I don’t believe and trust all this medical mumbo-jumbo. Remember these were the same folks who SWORE that PSAs were 100% spot-on in detecting prostate cancer. All that did was make them money so that they could go shoot lions.
by Anura Guruge
>> Grossed out by Gross
>> — Sep. 26, 2014.
>> Who broke Jill Biden’s wrist — Jan. 28, 2014.
I never condone violence but I can understand how this could happen given that Gross’ popularity even BEFORE he started to get so much wrong about today’s markets.
First Jill Biden, then Robert Gates and now Gross. Of the three, Gross, by far, is the least surprising.
by Anura Guruge
This was at 10 am, today, i.e., Sunday, March 9, 2014
That is a long time to be in a neck brace.
So what is the real story.
I know he loves the money and publicity
but appearing on TV in that brace,
early in the morning (his time),
is not doing him any favors.
He looks ‘chumpish’.
Who Broke The Lovely Dr. Jill Biden’s Arm, Actually Wrist? First Robert Gates. Now Mrs. Biden? A D.C. Feud?
by Anura Guruge
What is going on?
Is this D.C. tit-for-tat?
(and I feel awkward even using that term in front of Mrs. Biden)?
So, lets get the timeline in order.
First Robert Gates, unjustly, badmouths Vice President,
Mr. Nice Guy, Joe Biden.
Next thing we see Robert Gates in a neck brace.
He claims he slipped and fell. OK.
Now, two weeks later we see the lovely,
in every sense of the word, Dr. Jill Biden wearing a cast.
Broken wrist. She too slipped and fell? Wow. Coincidence?
Can’t blame Joe on this or can we?
I don’t know.
I don’t have the right D.C. contacts.
Yes, we got to meet her and even chat with her
in October 2012.
Read about it in this post.
There are more pictures too.
We did ‘First Night‘, as planned, in Wolfeboro, as we had also done the previous year. And as is also our wont, we went to Portsmouth on New Year’s Day. This year it was our 1oth Wedding Anniversary. We didn’t get to Portsmouth till ‘late’; 4.30pm. We had dinner, per Deanna’s wish, at the ‘Gas Light Grill‘. It was OK. Half price Martinis — since it was Tuesday (a deal they have every Tuesday). That was good. Yes, we saw the broken ice sculpture. Not sure what the story is, whether it was an accident or vandalism.
…by Anura Guruge
1/ FitBit Ultra Wireless — I Am NOT That Impressed! — October 5, 2012.
2/ We Are Now A ‘FitBit Ultra’ Couple – NOT! — Sept. 6, 2012.
Per my October 5 post (above) you could see that I was getting increasingly disenchanted, aggravated and unimpressed.
I went to recharge and re-synch my FitBit Ultra very, very early Saturday morning, i.e., October 6. I typically work till mid-night. Then I save my work, online, and start closing down my work PC. I knew we were going to Sandwich Fair first thing Saturday morning. So, before going to bed, I decided to power up my XP machine, charge up the FitBit and get it to Synch.
So to see if it would make a difference, I slotted in the FitBit into the cradle, adjusted it a few times to make sure that it was properly seated, before I powered up the PC. Started up the FitBit Dashboard. Annoying message: ‘You haven’t synched your FitBit lately‘. But, they are so stupid that they don’t provide a button (or a link) next to the message to force a damn sync. Bloody FitBit.
It said it was last synched on Oct. 3. So, I then went through the usual inane dance. Press the damn button. Press it again. Nothing. Nothing. Take it off the cradle. Put it back. Refresh the stupid Dashboard. Go back and forth on the days hoping that that would force a resynch. This time around I didn’t bother to shutdown and restart the FitBit service. Unplugged the USB cable, Plugged it in. Jiggled the idiotic Dashboard. Still nothing. By now I had spent 15 minutes doing NOTHING else but trying to get this piece of junk to resynch. It was 12:20 am. I had enough. I was not going to spend another second with this poorly designed, cheaply made gizmo.
It was a birthday present from Deanna and she loves her unit. So, I wasn’t going to toss it out of the window. I am noted for that; tossing things that aggravate me irrespective of the cost. So I took the FitBit and the cradle and left it on Deanna’s laptop. I do not want it. I will not use it again. We are through. As far as I am concerned FitBit is junk.
I also don’t need a FitBit. I have proven that I am nowhere close to as sedentary as Deanna as Deanna tried to make me out. I don’t walk 10,000 steps a day, but I appear never to walk less that 7,500. Per the FitBit I also climb, daily, without exception, at least 50 flights of stairs. That confirmed my assertion that I go up and down the 3 flights of stairs we have in this house MORE than anybody else. Plus, I run my 2.5 miles, with 5 pounds of weights, up a steep hill 6 times day — in general. 3 days on, 1 day off, 3 days on — UNLESS I am really ill, the temp is BELOW 5F (yes, 5 Fahrenheit, not Celsius … meaning we are talking 27 degrees BELOW freezing) or like toady, I am going to end up walking for over 3 miles (in this case going door-to-door in Gilford, NH for Obama). So, I have a routine. I don’t need motivation. Self-motivation is built in. I am more active than most and definitely cover more elevation in a day than most cover in 3 days. So screw the FitBit. I don’t want it, I don’t need one.
I have told Deanna to give it to Devanee.