Just remember what ol' FortuneCookie Mike does when the earth quakes, and the poison arrows fall from the sky, and the pillars of Heaven shake. Yeah, FortuneCookie Mike just looks that big ol' storm right square in the eye and he says, "Give me your best shot, pal. I can take it."
Except when you present the wrong picture causing your users to make bad decisions. I can't take that.
Friday, June 28, 2013
Monday, June 17, 2013
Color me Crazy
Every smart person loved my post on Highlighting the Trend. It's the sane alternative to a crazy line chart with a bunch of dumb, indistinguishable colors. Unfortunately, there are a few (communists, one-worlders, salespeople) who asked the question, "why aren't all of the lines different colors?"
Well, it got so that every piss-ant prairie punk who thought he could make a graph would ride into town to try out the Waco Kid. I must have charted more data than Cecil B. DeMille. It got pretty gritty. I started to hear the word "draw" in my sleep. Then one day, I was just walking down the street when I heard a voice behind me say, "Reach for it, mister!" I spun around... and there I was, face to face with a six-year old kid. Well, I just threw my data down and walked away. Little bastard shot me in the ass. So I limped to the nearest saloon, crawled inside a whiskey bottle... and I've been there ever since.
So, I give up. You can have your darn colors. I just refuse to not add a twist that might actually help make them useful. In the spirit of Highlighting the Trend, clicking on a value will grey out the remaining lines.
Well, it got so that every piss-ant prairie punk who thought he could make a graph would ride into town to try out the Waco Kid. I must have charted more data than Cecil B. DeMille. It got pretty gritty. I started to hear the word "draw" in my sleep. Then one day, I was just walking down the street when I heard a voice behind me say, "Reach for it, mister!" I spun around... and there I was, face to face with a six-year old kid. Well, I just threw my data down and walked away. Little bastard shot me in the ass. So I limped to the nearest saloon, crawled inside a whiskey bottle... and I've been there ever since.
So, I give up. You can have your darn colors. I just refuse to not add a twist that might actually help make them useful. In the spirit of Highlighting the Trend, clicking on a value will grey out the remaining lines.
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
The One
I don't need to know you. "You" only need to know "me". I will be The One!
Jet Li. China's closest thing to Chuck Norris. Good thing for Jet Li that I'm not Chinese because then I'd be China's closest thing to Chuck Norris. Did you know that Chuck once ran around the world so fast that he hit himself in the back of the head? That's kind of how I felt when it dawned on me how to use the '1' in set analysis when you really just want 'one' of your list boxes to act on an object. The fog parted like butter cutting through a hot knife. Like ghosts sitting around a campfire telling Chuck Norris stories, put on your brave face and follow along...
Jet Li. China's closest thing to Chuck Norris. Good thing for Jet Li that I'm not Chinese because then I'd be China's closest thing to Chuck Norris. Did you know that Chuck once ran around the world so fast that he hit himself in the back of the head? That's kind of how I felt when it dawned on me how to use the '1' in set analysis when you really just want 'one' of your list boxes to act on an object. The fog parted like butter cutting through a hot knife. Like ghosts sitting around a campfire telling Chuck Norris stories, put on your brave face and follow along...
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