Why Won't Firefox Remember My Username?

I was about to get a little bit miffed, but I finally figured out why firefox wouldn't remember (auto-complete) my username on a couple of sites that I use constantly. Turns out that if you have more than one username saved for a given site, then firefox doesn't know which one to fill in, so it doesn't fill in anything. That doesn't explain why it wouldn't do the normal auto-complete (after I typed a few letters of the username I wanted and then hit the down arrow), but it's good enough that I can stop gnashing my teeth for the moment. To get rid of the unwanted usernames, go to Tools -> Options -> Security -> Saved Passwords, and then find the username you don't want and delete it.

PS... Boise State is the national champ! Not only do I not recognize the BCS "champion", but I disqualify them from consideration for taking part in that tainted monopolistic nonsense! On another note, I can't believe Colt McCoy got knocked out and cost me my College Bowl Mania championship!

A PLAN for replacing the BCS

When I recently wrote about BCS-Gate, I was really just venting my anger at the ridiculous monopolist weasels that run the BCS, rather than providing solutions. But Dan Wetzel over at Yahoo Sports has done a little better, not only presenting a plan for a college football playoff system (which has been done before), but also providing great answers to many of the bogus BCS arguments against a playoff system. Hopefully this will get us one step closer to the demise of the ridiculous farce known as the BCS.

Project Implicit Results

I took Harvard's Project Implicit test, which is supposed to measure your religious biases, and the results are below. Interestingly, the results are what I might have guessed beforehand, but after taking the test I would have been pretty sure that I did not betray any bias towards anything. So I guess that means the test was able to burrow into my subconscious and get at my true feelings. Or maybe it just assumed that's what I would think as a WASM ("White Anglo Saxon Mormon").

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Under Armour Review

I've been meaning to buy some Under Armour for a while, and I finally got around to it last week. I checked it out at the mall first, and thought "Ouch, $65 for an under shirt!" Then I looked online, and really didn't find anything too much cheaper. I ended up getting this long sleeve shirt on ebay for $49 including shipping.

What's so great about Under Armour? It's supposed to be "sweat-shedding performance apparel" that will "wick" perspiration away from the skin to an outer layer where it will evaporate.

The reason I wanted to try Under Armour is for playing ultimate in the cold. Usually when it's cold out I wear a cotton T-shirt and a sweat shirt over that. It keeps me warm, but then I get sweaty, and then the sweat gets cold, and then I don't want to move because movement causes the cold sweaty shirt to come into contact with my back. Cold. Sweaty. Uncomfortable. I hope that was a graphic enough description for you. Anyway, it's a little hard to play ultimate without moving, so I wanted to see if Under Armour would solve all my cold sweatiness problems.

When I was at the mall looking at expensive Under Armour I also bought a Reebok T-shirt labeled "Play Dry". It looked like something similar to Under Armour and it only cost $10 so I figured why not give it a try. It was made out of 100% polyester, but it felt kind of like cotton, which was interesting. But the "Play Dry" should have been "Play Dry as long as you don't sweat at all". That thing absorbed sweat worse than a cotton T-shirt. No wicking. Completely useless. But it only cost $10 so oh well, add it to the collection.

Anyway, back to the Under Armour. I just got it in the mail a few days ago, and tonight was the first night it was cold enough to try it out. 50 degrees. Yes that's cold here in Phoenix. I was kind of excited to try it out. We played for about an hour and fifteen minutes, so enough time to be a good test, and the Under Armour definitely came through! It didn't magically "wick" ALL the sweat away, it still got damp, but somehow it never got cold damp. I'm not really certain if it worked because it was wicking sweat away. It may have helped that it fit a little more snugly than most of my T-shirts. But anyway, it worked, I'm sold.

The Under Armour is made of 95% polyester and 5% elastane, aka spandex. So I guess the magic is in the elastane. Or possibly the way the fabric is put together, who knows. I don't know why it works, and I don't really understand their weird commercials, but I do recommend the Under Armour product.

Cubs Win... Holy Cow!

I spent a few days in Chicago last week. Even though I'm from Missouri, it was only my second time being in Chicago. It's about a seven hour drive from where I'm from in Missouri.

My first visit was at Christmas a few years ago, when my family went to see Les Mis. The main thing I remembered from that visit was that Chicago parking is really expensive.



I was with my friend Jeff, and he pointed out that you can't go to Chicago without going to Wrigley, so we got tickets for the Cubs game on Friday afternoon, versus the Mets. I like the Cubs, and hate the Mets, so it was a good game to watch, even though both teams have struggled this season.

We took the subway to Wrigley, and meandered around outside for a while. I bought a $5 hat from a street vendor. Of course we took obligatory pictures by the iconic red sign, and by the Harry Carey statue.



We asked some parking attendants where a good place to eat was, and they sent us to Wrigleyville Dogs. The food was OK. A good adjective for the service would be "disgruntled". They did more barking than speaking. I asked for a cup of water. The cash register dude claimed that they only had bottled water, and they couldn't provide a cup of water because they didn't have a sink! Right... Jeff tried the Wrigleyville dog. He thought it was good but the actual frank was too small. I haven't eaten a hot dog in 15 years or so. I wasn't about to start wolfing down sodium nitrates at this point, so I got a Gyro plate. It was OK.



We went and got our seats about 15 minutes before game time. It was cool to see the other Wrigley icons -- the ivy, the rooftop bleachers, etc.



We had good seats, on the 1st base side about 30 rows up. Jeff went to the gift shop, and I sat down and studied the ticket "guards" who were checking the tickets of people with seats down closer to the field. The guard closest to us didn't seem to be checking tickets very frequently, so we decided to make a break for it, like in that Seinfeld routine ("There must be some mistake -- oh, I see, our seats are BAD, these seats are GOOD, that's the mistake.") .



We strolled right by the guard and sat in a completely empty row about 15 rows up from 1st base. The row slowly filled up over the next half hour, but we didn't get bumped until about the 7th inning, and then we only had to move over about 6 seats. So our crazy lawless gamble paid off.

I've always assumed that Cubs fans would be easy going, accepting of their team's perpetual incompetence, but I was in for a surprise. The fans were really into the game, even though their team is out of contention. They were most energetic in yelling at their own players. They were continuously berating Milton Bradley and Alfonso Soriano for their lazy/lousy fielding. When MB finally caught a routine fly ball, they all gave him a big jeer/cheer, and he bowed to the crowd.

It was a great game to watch. There was some action early, then it was tied 1-1 for a lot of the game. Then the Mets went up 2-1, I believe in the top of the 8th. In the bottom of the 8th, Soriano got up to bat. The fans were riding him big time for his poor fielding. I read later that he's playing injured, but I think the reason they were so mad at him had more to do with his contract and the whole season, rather than this one game. But he got up with 2 men on, and atoned for his poor fielding by cranking a 3 run homer to put the Cubs up 5-2, and they held on for the win. Holy Cow!

Speaking of Cubs fans, I'm putting out an ABP for Tyler Mollick -- where is that guy? Doesn't appear to be on Facebook... let me know if you've got the scoop.

Your firearms are useless against them!

I noticed what looked like water damage on the ceiling in one of my rental houses. There was a strip about 4 feet long, in the seam between 2 sheets of drywall.



There is a bathroom on the floor above, but I couldn't see anything that might be leaking upstairs, so I had my handyman Nick cut open the ceiling. He called me up, and said "Uhhh... it's not water." It was some sort of waxy substance, and it seemed to be coming from the plumbing up above, so we thought maybe it was from a melted wax ring from a toilet. But when Nick opened the ceiling a little more, we realized that there was way too much of it to be from a wax ring. I called my old roommate's dad who has a lot of remodeling experience and asked him what the mysterious substance might be. He said he couldn't think of anything related to plumbing, but asked if it might be HONEY...

Nick went up in the attic, and sure enough... "BEES! Bees Everywhere! They’re huge! They’re ripping my flesh off!" Just kidding, there weren't any bees. But there was an abandoned beehive that had melted and created a big mess. The beeswax and/or honey had dripped down to the floor below and caused the drywall damage.

We had to replace a big chunk of the ceiling. New adventures every day in real estate!