This site may harm your computer January 31, 2009 7:13 AM Subscribe
In it's own way,Yahoo is always broken.
posted by gman at 7:40 AM on January 31, 2009 [3 favorites]
posted by gman at 7:40 AM on January 31, 2009 [3 favorites]
And mefites seem pretty panicked about it, right now there's posts on the blue, grey and two in the green about it.
posted by octothorpe at 7:42 AM on January 31, 2009
posted by octothorpe at 7:42 AM on January 31, 2009
You know what else is broken? Peanuts. That's what's broken. First they took them off airplanes. Now they've come to take them from everywhere. What's next?
posted by netbros at 7:42 AM on January 31, 2009
posted by netbros at 7:42 AM on January 31, 2009
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posted by billysumday at 7:43 AM on January 31, 2009
posted by billysumday at 7:43 AM on January 31, 2009
wow, a trifecta!
posted by rottytooth at 7:43 AM on January 31, 2009
posted by rottytooth at 7:43 AM on January 31, 2009
What, no music post?
posted by Brandon Blatcher at 7:44 AM on January 31, 2009
posted by Brandon Blatcher at 7:44 AM on January 31, 2009
There's only one man here to do that, and his name starts with cortex and ends with
posted by danb at 7:47 AM on January 31, 2009 [1 favorite]
posted by danb at 7:47 AM on January 31, 2009 [1 favorite]
How do even small online shops have the resources to stay open 24/7?
posted by goodnewsfortheinsane at 7:49 AM on January 31, 2009
posted by goodnewsfortheinsane at 7:49 AM on January 31, 2009
Richard II
Act 5, Scene 5
SCENE V. Pomfret castle.
Enter KING RICHARD
KING RICHARD II
I have been studying how I may compare
This prison where I live unto the world:
And for because the world is populous
And here is not a creature but myself,
I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out.
My brain I'll prove the female to my soul,
My soul the father; and these two beget
A generation of still-breeding thoughts,
And these same thoughts people this little world,
In humours like the people of this world,
For no thought is contented. The better sort,
As thoughts of things divine, are intermix'd
With scruples and do set the word itself
Against the word:
As thus, 'Come, little ones,' and then again,
'It is as hard to come as for a camel
To thread the postern of a small needle's eye.'
Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot
Unlikely wonders; how these vain weak nails
May tear a passage through the flinty ribs
Of this hard world, my ragged prison walls,
And, for they cannot, die in their own pride.
Thoughts tending to content flatter themselves
That they are not the first of fortune's slaves,
Nor shall not be the last; like silly beggars
Who sitting in the stocks refuge their shame,
That many have and others must sit there;
And in this thought they find a kind of ease,
Bearing their own misfortunes on the back
Of such as have before endured the like.
Thus play I in one person many people,
And none contented: sometimes am I king;
Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar,
And so I am: then crushing penury
Persuades me I was better when a king;
Then am I king'd again: and by and by
Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke,
And straight am nothing: but whate'er I be,
Nor I nor any man that but man is
With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased
With being nothing. Music do I hear?
Music
Ha, ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is,
When time is broke and no proportion kept!
So is it in the music of men's lives.
And here have I the daintiness of ear
To cheque time broke in a disorder'd string;
But for the concord of my state and time
Had not an ear to hear my true time broke.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me;
For now hath time made me his numbering clock:
My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar
Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch,
Whereto my finger, like a dial's point,
Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears.
Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is
Are clamorous groans, which strike upon my heart,
Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans
Show minutes, times, and hours: but my time
Runs posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy,
While I stand fooling here, his Jack o' the clock.
This music mads me; let it sound no more;
For though it have holp madmen to their wits,
In me it seems it will make wise men mad.
Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me!
For 'tis a sign of love; and love to Richard
Is a strange brooch in this all-hating world.
posted by plexi at 8:09 AM on January 31, 2009
Act 5, Scene 5
SCENE V. Pomfret castle.
Enter KING RICHARD
KING RICHARD II
I have been studying how I may compare
This prison where I live unto the world:
And for because the world is populous
And here is not a creature but myself,
I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out.
My brain I'll prove the female to my soul,
My soul the father; and these two beget
A generation of still-breeding thoughts,
And these same thoughts people this little world,
In humours like the people of this world,
For no thought is contented. The better sort,
As thoughts of things divine, are intermix'd
With scruples and do set the word itself
Against the word:
As thus, 'Come, little ones,' and then again,
'It is as hard to come as for a camel
To thread the postern of a small needle's eye.'
Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot
Unlikely wonders; how these vain weak nails
May tear a passage through the flinty ribs
Of this hard world, my ragged prison walls,
And, for they cannot, die in their own pride.
Thoughts tending to content flatter themselves
That they are not the first of fortune's slaves,
Nor shall not be the last; like silly beggars
Who sitting in the stocks refuge their shame,
That many have and others must sit there;
And in this thought they find a kind of ease,
Bearing their own misfortunes on the back
Of such as have before endured the like.
Thus play I in one person many people,
And none contented: sometimes am I king;
Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar,
And so I am: then crushing penury
Persuades me I was better when a king;
Then am I king'd again: and by and by
Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke,
And straight am nothing: but whate'er I be,
Nor I nor any man that but man is
With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased
With being nothing. Music do I hear?
Music
Ha, ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is,
When time is broke and no proportion kept!
So is it in the music of men's lives.
And here have I the daintiness of ear
To cheque time broke in a disorder'd string;
But for the concord of my state and time
Had not an ear to hear my true time broke.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me;
For now hath time made me his numbering clock:
My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar
Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch,
Whereto my finger, like a dial's point,
Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears.
Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is
Are clamorous groans, which strike upon my heart,
Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans
Show minutes, times, and hours: but my time
Runs posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy,
While I stand fooling here, his Jack o' the clock.
This music mads me; let it sound no more;
For though it have holp madmen to their wits,
In me it seems it will make wise men mad.
Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me!
For 'tis a sign of love; and love to Richard
Is a strange brooch in this all-hating world.
posted by plexi at 8:09 AM on January 31, 2009
Cortex closed the issue on the blue and I'm not seeing it on the search results page, but the Google Webmaster tools have decided all my sites are dangerous. Clicking through to the description of why reports that they're not dangerous.
So according to Google they both are and are not dangerous simultaneous. DON'T OPEN THAT BOX SCHROEDINGER'S CAT NEEDS A TIMEOUT ANYWAY AFTER THAT MESS IN THE LAB YESTERDAY.
posted by mrmorgan at 8:18 AM on January 31, 2009 [2 favorites]
So according to Google they both are and are not dangerous simultaneous. DON'T OPEN THAT BOX SCHROEDINGER'S CAT NEEDS A TIMEOUT ANYWAY AFTER THAT MESS IN THE LAB YESTERDAY.
posted by mrmorgan at 8:18 AM on January 31, 2009 [2 favorites]
♪ Google has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird ♫
posted by soundofsuburbia at 8:34 AM on January 31, 2009
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird ♫
posted by soundofsuburbia at 8:34 AM on January 31, 2009
Since I was a young lad, I've always wanted to have the last comment before a thread was closed...
posted by Ghidorah at 8:38 AM on January 31, 2009
posted by Ghidorah at 8:38 AM on January 31, 2009
Did you know that if you google Google, the first result is Google? That's a consipiracy right there, that is.
posted by ardgedee at 8:48 AM on January 31, 2009
posted by ardgedee at 8:48 AM on January 31, 2009
Funnily enough, if you google search engine, Google doesn't show up until near the bottom of the second page of results.
posted by bjrn at 8:51 AM on January 31, 2009
posted by bjrn at 8:51 AM on January 31, 2009
if google is broken - I AM BROKEN
posted by sgt.serenity at 8:55 AM on January 31, 2009
posted by sgt.serenity at 8:55 AM on January 31, 2009
Do you know that if you google gullible, you'll get no results?
posted by soundofsuburbia at 9:01 AM on January 31, 2009 [2 favorites]
posted by soundofsuburbia at 9:01 AM on January 31, 2009 [2 favorites]
For real one time when we were at camp we went into the bathroom with a wifi-equipped netbook, turned off all the lights and googled "bloody mary with her head chopped off" ten times real fast.
But the camp firewall totally blocked whatever was about to happen.
posted by felix betachat at 9:10 AM on January 31, 2009 [3 favorites]
But the camp firewall totally blocked whatever was about to happen.
posted by felix betachat at 9:10 AM on January 31, 2009 [3 favorites]
This is MetaFilter related because they're both on the same internet.
posted by Wolfdog at 9:10 AM on January 31, 2009
posted by Wolfdog at 9:10 AM on January 31, 2009
http://googleblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-site-may-harm-your-computer-on.html
posted by mrmorgan at 9:11 AM on January 31, 2009
posted by mrmorgan at 9:11 AM on January 31, 2009
First metafilter, then magnolia, and now google. evil is afoot!
posted by dawson at 9:21 AM on January 31, 2009
posted by dawson at 9:21 AM on January 31, 2009
Did you know the word gullible isn't in Wikipedia?
posted by Deathalicious at 9:33 AM on January 31, 2009
posted by Deathalicious at 9:33 AM on January 31, 2009
How is this MetaFilter related? Just because there were posts about it?
And what is your intent with this post? Do you want us to talk about it more, or to shame us for talking about it so much?
posted by yellowbinder at 9:36 AM on January 31, 2009
And what is your intent with this post? Do you want us to talk about it more, or to shame us for talking about it so much?
posted by yellowbinder at 9:36 AM on January 31, 2009
Or talk about how we've been talking about it? I'm confused.
posted by yellowbinder at 9:37 AM on January 31, 2009
posted by yellowbinder at 9:37 AM on January 31, 2009
Do you know that if you google gullible, you'll get no results?
Not true at all.
posted by gman at 9:53 AM on January 31, 2009
Not true at all.
posted by gman at 9:53 AM on January 31, 2009
I saw that when I was looking up something on Google earlier. I said, "Wow, that's weird. There must be a bug in Google right now." Then I went and did something else.
posted by kittens for breakfast at 10:33 AM on January 31, 2009
posted by kittens for breakfast at 10:33 AM on January 31, 2009
Google is fixed.
This thread is closed to new comments.
posted by gman at 10:50 AM on January 31, 2009
This thread is closed to new comments.
posted by gman at 10:50 AM on January 31, 2009
Did you know the word gullible isn't in Wikipedia?
It's totally in there. I just checked.
posted by niles at 11:22 AM on January 31, 2009
It's totally in there. I just checked.
posted by niles at 11:22 AM on January 31, 2009
Why do some say "tempest in a teapot" and some say "tempest in a teacup"?
posted by Cranberry at 12:05 PM on January 31, 2009
posted by Cranberry at 12:05 PM on January 31, 2009
Extremely small tempests nonetheless vary in size.
posted by cortex (staff) at 2:35 PM on January 31, 2009
posted by cortex (staff) at 2:35 PM on January 31, 2009
I spent an hour this morning fucking around with various malware removal programs because I was convinced I'd somehow caught Internet Syphilis. Damn you Google for making me worry over nothing!
And it's "storm in a teacup" you heathens.
posted by the latin mouse at 4:37 PM on January 31, 2009
And it's "storm in a teacup" you heathens.
posted by the latin mouse at 4:37 PM on January 31, 2009
This is what happens when I get curious about websites dedicated to Cock and Ball Torture. My bad.
posted by bardic at 7:03 PM on January 31, 2009
posted by bardic at 7:03 PM on January 31, 2009
I've always said "King Lear in a tea cup." Is that completely off?
posted by brundlefly at 7:32 PM on January 31, 2009
posted by brundlefly at 7:32 PM on January 31, 2009
Happened around 06:69 am pacific time. fixed, no details.
posted by zengargoyle at 10:37 PM on January 31, 2009
posted by zengargoyle at 10:37 PM on January 31, 2009
um that should be :59.
posted by zengargoyle at 10:38 PM on January 31, 2009
posted by zengargoyle at 10:38 PM on January 31, 2009
maybe Arbor systems, didn't affect China. Go figure.
posted by zengargoyle at 10:42 PM on January 31, 2009
posted by zengargoyle at 10:42 PM on January 31, 2009
"Jinkes Gang, It sure was nice of Old Man Mathowie to let us use this abandoned thread for our Poetry Encounter Group!"
"Yah, it's totally the most, isn't that right Sockpuppet?"
"Hurfdurf!"
"Say fellows, what's that spooky noise?"
"It's probably just our host coming to thank us!"
"Guys! I don't think that's our host, I think that's a g-g-g-g-g-ghost!"
*everyone runs screaming out of the thread*
posted by The Whelk at 8:09 AM on February 2, 2009
"Yah, it's totally the most, isn't that right Sockpuppet?"
"Hurfdurf!"
"Say fellows, what's that spooky noise?"
"It's probably just our host coming to thank us!"
"Guys! I don't think that's our host, I think that's a g-g-g-g-g-ghost!"
*everyone runs screaming out of the thread*
posted by The Whelk at 8:09 AM on February 2, 2009
HEY GUYS CHECK OUT THIS AWESOME SHEET I FOUND
GUYS
posted by cortex (staff) at 8:39 AM on February 2, 2009
GUYS
posted by cortex (staff) at 8:39 AM on February 2, 2009
Shaggy, here's that place where Old Man Orthogonality saw flashlights and heard weird verses. You and I will take the downstairs, and Fred and Velma will take the upstairs.
posted by crapmatic at 12:09 PM on February 2, 2009
posted by crapmatic at 12:09 PM on February 2, 2009
*Velma loses her glasses*
posted by the latin mouse at 12:21 AM on February 3, 2009
posted by the latin mouse at 12:21 AM on February 3, 2009
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Seems to have gone away.
Whew!
So, pancakefishpantswendell to you all.
posted by ibmcginty at 7:25 AM on January 31, 2009