2 posts tagged “annoying”
(note: I tried to post this to the Firefox Forums at Mozillazine, but I had to register, so I registered, and logged in, and then typed this up, and then clicked the post button, and it asked me to login again, and I did, and it told me my account was inactive, and I should bugger off, sooooooo maybe you guys can help me instead.)
Sometimes, I'll just stop being able to browse. My internet is fine, as is evidenced by EVERY OTHER PROGRAM working (IM clients, FTP, etc), but Firefox will just keep loading a page forever. When I close Firefox (using the red X) and re-open it (using the link in my toolbar), the chrome appears (the outside frame, the menubar, the minimize/maximize/close buttons), but nothing else. Clicking the X to close it several times pops up a Vista "This program has stopped responding" window. The Mozilla Error Reporting Agent never appears.
After telling Vista to close Firefox, and then trying to open it again, it works fine, and will browse normally.
At first, I thought it was being caused by putting the computer to sleep (as that was the only time it would present); however today it has done it several times without warning, and without being put to sleep.
As I said, this has only been happening since 2.0.0.14. Additionally, I'm not having this problem on my XP SP2 installation at home, only on my Vista Ultimate laptop.
The add-ons I have installed are as follows:
4chan 0.4.5.9
Adblock Plus 0.7.5.4
Better Flickr 0.2.1
BoxedUp 1.22
Canadian English Dictionary 1.1.0
Download Statusbar 0.9.6.1
East Asian Translator 1.1.2
Japanese-English Dictionary for rikaichan 1.06
Names Dictionary for rikaichan 1.05
Personas for Firefox 0.9.2
Rikaichan 1.01
Stylish 0.5.6
Talkback 2.0.0.11
I'd appreciate any thing suggested. Thanks :)
I shall now endeavour to explain the first two days of my trip to Hanoi without going on for too long, and without boring you to tears. As something to look forward to, there is a picture of me someplace. -_-
Sunday, I checked out of my hotel around 10am, stopped into the convini nearby and bought a coke and a bottle of water. Then I walked to Kanda station and hopped a train for Tokyo. (It's only one stop.) Once I arrived at Tokyo, I went looking for Limousine buses to Narita. It seems, however, upon research just now, that you have to book tickets for those in advance, since you can't buy them at Tokyo station. That's pretty shit. Anyway, I wandered around Tokyo station for like, 40 minutes before finally breaking down and deciding to take the Narita Express; however, by that time, the next one was already full so I had to take the 12:03, thus killing any sort of headtime I thought I had originally.
Arriving at Narita, I headed for the place to pick up my tickets, but decided on the way to change my money to USD, and also to buy travel insurance. Of course, I did it in that order, so when the travel insurance people wouldn't accept my VISA card, because it wasn't issued in Japan, I had a problem. So I didn't buy travel insurance (let's see if that fucks me up in the end).
I checked in, and waited at the gate. Got on the plane, and I had an aisle seat, beside some old guy. I apologized for my fatass, and he said it was okay, he'd just have to skooch closer to his wife, which is a terrible tragedy, and we laughed about that for a moment. After we'd taken off, though, he got up and went hunting for another seat, and apparently found an empty one, so he sat some place far behind us, and I had an empty seat beside me, and then this guy's wife. I felt bad, but whatever. There's only so many times I can apologize for being a fatty.
When we arrived in Seoul (about half an hour late), I had very little time to run to the washroom (remember K-Fed sucks), and transfer. The entrance to the departure area from the transfer area was nearish to my gate, but I had to check in first, and of course I couldn't go to the convenient check-in counter, nono, I had to trek to the other end of the airport first, and the moving walkways didn't go in both directions. Fucking annoying. I had just enough time to stop and buy a bottle of water before boarding started.
I got to my seat, an aisle seat, with one seat between me and the window. I kind of hoped that person wouldn't come, but I felt it was inevitable. I waited and waited, and watched pensively as each person passed by. Suddenly, the doors were closed and we were pulling away from the gate; 20A hadn't come! I had space!
Because of that, the 5 hour flight from Seoul to Hanoi wasn't bad. They showed Rocky Balboa, which didn't seem like a bad movie; bear in mind that I was watching it set to the soundtrack of Nobuta wo produce. The coolest part of the flight? Lightning storms from 10km up. I'd never seen it before, so when there were these flashes outside, I was confused, until I sat and specifically watched. Seriously though, coolest bloody thing I've ever seen. Could have taken pictures, but my camera was in the overhead bin, and I seriously didn't even think of it until we'd passed the weather system. :/
Landing in Hanoi (or rather, an hour outside Hanoi), we filed into immigration, and then waited in the slowest moving immigration lines ever. By now, it was 11pm in Hanoi, but that's like, 1AM in Japan, so I was fucktired. Stood with an older lady from Canada, and we talked for a while. She was meeting some of her friends for general touristy fun. Finally got through immigration, picked up my bag and headed through customs and out to the arrivals lobby. Found a taxi driver with my hotel and name on a piece of paper. He giggled like mad, and took my bags to the car and I got in. He giggled a bit and talked with his friends, I would assume about, "HAHA, check out the fat foreign guy!" and then we were on the road.
The road from the airport to the Old Quarter was bizarre. Vietnamese people drive with their horns. Beeping at intersections, beeping when you want someone to change lanes, beeping when you pass someone, beepbeepbeep. We were cruising along a section that was narrowed for construction (the work's being done by Sumitomo Mitsui O_o) when there were horns and flashing lights and OMG behind us. We were almost run off the road by the French Ambassador's motorcade. What the shit. There were also a lot of hella narrow weird buildings all the way into the city; these are actually all over the country, and all through the city, the by-product of old tax laws where you paid less if your place was fucking narrow.
Got to the hotel, the cabbie giggled some more, and the hotel people checked me in and I was up in room. There's a computer with internet in the room, which is convenient. Of course, it was full of AIDS and fail, so I had to spend all of last night disinfecting it and making it safe to use. Now it's okay though. I fell asleep around 4am.
I woke up this morning around 10, just in time to miss breakfast. I showered in the narrowest washroom in Asia, and then chilled out in my room for a while. Eventually decided that I'd go out looking for lunch. I walked around a bit, and it was SO TIRING. Not because I'm out of shape, though I am, but because having to say, "No," to everyone a brazillion times when they try to sell fruit, books, cyclo rides, scooter rides, etc., gets annoying. Also, dodging the crazy people on bikes is difficult. I walked a bit, and got tired of that and didn't find any place decent to eat, so I returned to the hotel and went to the Tamarind Cafe, which is right across the street. It's a popular place with foreigners, both for the food and the atmosphere (vegetarian, and relaxed poofy and fun), but also because of the reputable adventure tour company that operates out of the back. I had the eggless blue cheese spinach quiche for lunch, and it was delicious. I sat around a bit, writing, etc., and then left to give Hanoi another go.
It didn't work. More pointing, laughing, trying to sell me stuff, and general molestation. A woman with fruit approached me, took off her hat and put it on me, handed me her fruit thing, and then demanded my camera so she could take a picture of me (and the bookseller who had been following me for several minutes). I bought pineapple from her as payment (when I ate it later this afternoon, it made me feel a little ill... let's start a pool to guess what horrible disease I get during this trip!)
As I was haggling with one woman over hats, a crowd gathered, and some of them started feeling my legs, which was bizarre and fucked up. I eventually bought two hats from this woman. Then another one appeared from the crowd to try to sell me... THE SAME HATS. "Hey, did not you just watch me buy hats from her? I don't need more." She followed me for a while, until she brought out fans, at which point I told her that I'd buy two fans for $3. She said $4. I said $3, gave her the money, took the fans and skedaddled. Crazy. Then a cyclo driver decided to follow me for like, 20 minutes. He finally gave me his card and I told him that if I wanted a tour, I'd certainly give him a call. I made my way back to the hotel, still having trouble coping with my unwanted celebrity, and my image as an easy mark for people selling shit. I read for a bit and sat on the balcony in the cold while the housekeeping people made up the room. I passed out on the bed for a little while, and then it was 6pm, and time for a convenience store run.
From the moment I was outside of my room, I had people trying to sell me goods and services, or just pointing at me in general. I tried to make my way to the lake, because I heard tell of a convenience store there. As I went, I kept refusing cyclo drivers and booksellers. Suddenly, a familiar cyclo driver appeared -- it was Vinh, the guy from earlier. "Oh, not you again -_-" I said. He followed me for a while, I told him, as I'd told him earlier in the day, that I didn't need or want his services today, but maybe tomorrow or later in the week. I wasn't too insistent on pushing him away though, because I can handle him, and when he's about, the other hawkers don't bother me. Eventually, he did disappear though, and I was beset by a postcard seller. It was okay, because I wanted postcards, and her price was fine, so I took them. Then I pulled out a map, and she asked where I was going, and I said a convenience store. A young girl was with her, and she perked up and said FOLLOW ME, so I did. She led me half a block in the direction I'd been heading, and pointed out the store I had been looking for. I would have found it without them. But since she'd shown me, she wanted me to buy something from her, too. Unfortunately, she had nothing I wanted. I told her I wasn't going to buy anything, and then went into the convenience store to buy some things.
When I came out, they were both still there, and they were angry. "I give you a service, and you won't buy anything?" "I don't want what you have." "That's terrible." "Here, how about I just give you a dollar, for the information? You can keep your wares, but get paid for your service." "NONO, WE DON'T NEED YOUR CHARITY, WE WORK FOR A LIVING." What...? All the while, Vinh the cyclo guy was in the background watching. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He nodded. I finally dropped $10 on a shitty map of Vietnam, and kept walking. Bought a small loaf of bread for 2000 dong. Vinh appeared again, trying to get me to go on a tour tonight, but I didn't want to. Then he apologized for not helping me while I was being ripped off by tag team bitches. He walked me all the way back to my hotel, and I was for the most part unmolested during that time. I told him that maybe tomorrow I'd take his tour.
After dropping my shit off in my room (and receiving delivery of my daily fresh fruit -- tiny oranges and a mango), I headed across the street to Tamarind Cafe again. I had originally planned to find another place for supper, but I had no desire to deal with the locals anymore, so I went to Tamarind. I had the Saigon spring rolls, crunchy cheese, a mango lassi, and for dessert, chocolate cake a la mode. It was pretty good. The crunchy cheese was weird, and I probably wouldn't order it again, but it was okay. Hella filling though. While I ate, I thought I heard Japanese, but thought nothing of it. Later on, a huge group of girls came out from the back, and let out a rousing ARIGATOU GOZAIMASU!! before leaving. I kind of wished I'd known, I could have talked with them. It's sad when Hanoi is driving me to chat up random Japanese strangers... Spoke a little while with three older ladies with non-distinct posh accents... one of them was asking the waiter about the rat that lives in the ceiling of the cafe that sometimes runs around. She asked if its name was Charlie. THERE'S CHARLIE ALL OVER THE PLACE etc. Eventually, I took my leave, and came back to the hotel.
Since then, I've been typing this, and killing my poor joints. This is the shittiest keyboard ever. I have to pound so hard to make things register, and I have to backspace so much because of the errors I make when things don't register. Ow Ow Ow. Now I'm watching some Chinese movie from the 60s or 70s.Or maybe 50s. I dunno. It's funny, though. Getting CCTV in my room is awesome.
Right, so that's it for now. More tomorrow, where hopefully I can go about my business relatively unmolested. (haha, fat chance).
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