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Suds & Duds is the kind of place that, when discussing it, you may find yourself having the following conversation:
“Hey, what are you doing this fine Saturday?”
“Going to the laundromat.”
“Awesome, can I go with you?”
“Sure, it’s always a party at the laundromat!”
Because it’s amazing. Behold:
- Restaurant-style booths
- Free Wi-Fi
- It’s a 2-minute drive from the house
- It’s probably the cleanest place in Humboldt County?
- There’s an ice cream shop in the same building…
- …And,You can leave your laundry there! They’ll even fold it, for a fee
In this world we’re just beginning
To understand the miracle of living
Baby, I was afraid before
But I’m not afraid anymore
Ooh, baby, do you know what that’s worth?
Ooh, heaven is a place on earth $3.75 a wash. that’s right!
I was reading about Netflix and what it’s like to work for them*, and I came across this slide:
“You seek what is best for Netflix, rather than best for yourself or your group”
Anyway, I’m fascinated by Netflix’s metadata schema. I just added an extension to my browser called Netflix Categories. So far, so good. There are, it seems, hundreds of different categories to choose from. My current favorites are “Deep Sea Horror Movies”, “Steamy Romantic Movies”, and “Experimental Movies“.
I always wonder about the people behind the categories. I wonder who decides which film gets to go into which genre. Or, does an algorithm do that? I also think about the descriptions of the film. Where does this information come from? Who supplies it? Is there a team of people watching movies all day long and coming up with descriptions? Where do I sign up?
And I think about the search engine. I think the world could benefit from an advanced search engine that exposed more of the metadata behind the films. What schema does netflix use? It’s probably proprietary, right? Whatever.
I just find the whole thing fascinating. End post.
*side note: “them” attributes being-ness to the company. I wonder why I did that?
After how crazy 2016 was. Between all the celebrity death, the Chicago Cubs winning a World Series after 108 years, and possibly the most insult filled and controversial election ever. One would think there is possibly no way 2017 could compete. 2017 is not going down without a fight though, and its coming out swinging! […]
On Cannibal Island Road,
they’ll never find your bones.
They’ll use your skin,
to keep warm, and then,
they eat ice cream from your skull.
Out where the cannibals roam,
you’re welcome in their homes.
But please don’t be rude,
when they pass you the food,
and tell you it’s Uncle Jerome.
The dancer was a real treat,
she twirled and laughed so sweet.
They had so much fun,
when she tried to run,
the best part was the feet.
Don’t judge when they pass the spaghetti,
and you notice it looks like confetti.
The meat tastes real lean,
and the noodles unclean,
it was made out of stringy aunt Betty.
On Cannibal Island Road,
the farms are not up to code.
You won’t find any hogs,
nor cows, sheep, or dogs,
just rows and rows of tombstones.
If you’re traveling down this way,
you’re more than welcome to stay.
Of course, you can’t leave,
and you’d better believe,
you’ll make some great crudités.