Archive for November, 2007

I Think I Understand. Maybe. Perhaps.

Sunday, November 18th, 2007

Once again, I’ll admit that I may be a little slow at times. But here’s a list of just a few things I don’t need to be told again … because I think I get it.

1. “This call may be recorded for quality control or training purposes.” Yeah. These days, I’m assuming that everything is being recorded for one reason or another.

2. “Your business is important to us.” Which is usually followed by “Please stay on the line and the next available representative will be with you.” Which makes me feel real important.

3. “Results aren’t typical.” Really? You mean to tell me that everyone who signs up won’t earn $5,000 a day? Disheartening.

4. “Professional stunt person. Do not attempt at home.” OK, let me say … if I attempt those stunts at home, I deserve to die. Just sayin.

5. “Pre-cooked weight.” I completely understand. It was a big burger in the freezer. It’s a small burger on my bun. Not your fault. Shrinkage could not have been anticipated.

6. “Side effects may include vomiting, diarrhea … “ OK, too much information. I’d rather be surprised.

7. “Leave a message after the tone.” Let’s all agree that we’ll count on there being a tone to indicate when we should leave a message. You only need to tell us if your system differs from this standard.

8. “The views expressed in the interviews and commentaries are solely those of the individuals providing them and do not reflect the opinions of Twentieth Century Fox Corporation, its parent, affiliate or subsidiary companies.” Commentaries? Expressing personal opinions? Intriguing concept.

9. “This show was filmed in front of a live studio audience.” Better than a dead one.

10. “Looking ahead to the seven-day forecast … ” Which actually means: “We’re not sure what the weather will be tomorrow, but let’s pretend to know what it will be next week.” Just don’t make any plans based on it.

That’s all I have to share right now. But please be sure to send your comments my way. You can rest assured “they’ll be answered in the order received.” Or not. How would you ever know?

Women In Film

Wednesday, November 14th, 2007

A coworker sent this montage to me, and I found it very enjoyable and quite hypnotic. It’s set to one of my favorite pieces of music – one of J. S. Bach’s suites for unaccompanied cello.

Things I Don’t Quite Understand

Wednesday, November 14th, 2007

I guess I’m just a very simple person. But there are some things that I just don’t quite understand. For instance …

1. Why is it nearly impossible to find a phone number on ATT.com?

2. I called a company yesterday. The recording told me to access their website for more information. Or, I could press “1″ for a customer service representative. I pressed “1″ and a message came on that told me to access their website for more information. Or I could wait on the phone for a customer service representative. Which is why I pressed “1″ in the first place. So why did they tell me about their website? Again?

3. Why does every Internet provider tell you that you can find out more about why you can’t get online by going online?

4. My ATM knows my name. My ATM can tell me my account balances. My ATM can transfer my money, dispense my money, deposit my money. But it can’t remember whether I speak English or Spanish. Por que?

5. Why are important news stories that are “critical to my life and those that I love” continued later tonight on the 11:00 news? If it’s so critical, couldn’t it affect me or the people I care about within the next four hours? Or do they just delight in making me paranoid?

6. Speaking of news, I read a story the other day on CNN.com. It was six sentences long. Then, I looked at the top of the page. The “Story Highlights” section was four sentences long. Four of the six sentences that were in the story. Are other people so busy that they’re trying to save the time it takes to read two additional sentences? Or are those two extra sentences so insignificant that they shouldn’t have been included in the first place?

7. When is someone going to design a turn signal that indicates a “U-Turn”?

8. Are there people who really believe that Daylight Savings Time gives you an extra hour of sunlight? Really??

9. How in the world does Jay Leno beat David Letterman in the ratings?

10. What is the meaning of life?

That’s just the tip of the iceberg of the things that I don’t quite understand. BUT, writing this posting DID help me better understand one thing. Blogging allows one to channel his inner Andy Rooney. And that can’t be a bad thing? Or can it?

Chat Room OCD

Monday, November 12th, 2007

It all started on that sunny February day in 2007 when I got my new car. No, not just a new car, but the most amazing, most technologically advanced, most soul-inspiring and most altogether perfect sedan that had ever been created by the hands of man! And how does any self-respecting Internet geek/gadget lover celebrate the acquisition of a new crown jewel? Why, he finds an online forum dedicated to the analysis of every nuance of the fresh hotness, of course.

Off I dashed into the Internets where I quickly discovered the perfect chat room/forum to complement my perfect new car. Behold www.clublexus.com! I found a site filled to the rafters with other Lexus LS460 fans and aficionados, many of them new owners like myself. We could freely exchange our thoughts on our new Japanese toys, share tips, and simply enjoy the virtual company of kindred spirits from around the world who were all as happy as clams with their new purchases!

Not so fast, kiddo. It turns out there aren’t very many happy clams in this world, or at least in online chat forums! A shocking revelation, I know. But the site that I first thought would be a utopian Lexus love-fest soon revealed itself as an obsessive-compulsive group of nitpicky whiners.

“Waah! I can hear wind noise inside my car when I hit 70 m.p.h.!!”

“Waah!! My 19-speaker stereo system fatigues my ears!!”

“Waah!!! Something about Lexus carpets collects more dirt than other carpets!!”

Waah, indeed! As the afterglow of my new car purchase faded and as I spent more time hanging out in this forum, I actually started to dislike my perfect new car. Every flaw, real or imagined, was endlessly dissected and opined upon by nameless, faceless avatars who had somehow accumulated thousands of posts to their names. I started noticing flaws in MY car as well. My fresh hotness began to look very old and busted.

That is, until I stopped visiting the forum. After a few days of virtual peace and quiet, a funny thing happened. I forgot about all those flaws and imperfections. The wind noise disappeared. My stereo began to sound lovely, thank-you-very-much. And God bless vacuum cleaners — they do a great job at removing dirt from carpets!

If only car sites were the exception, rather than the norm. I’ve found the exact same pattern in online forums dedicated to computer hardware, software, high-def televisions, and satellite TV systems. And that, my dear readers, is the difference between the OCD-afflicted computer geek and everyone else. Everyone else seems perfectly capable of relaxing and enjoying their lives and toys (imperfections and all). But we OCD nerds carry a bigger burden on behalf of the world, relentlessly pursuing perfection that will never be realized.

I think I’ve found my New Years Resolution.

I Don’t Remember Him Being Late

Sunday, November 11th, 2007

In a recent article heralding the release of Twin Peaks on DVD, my bible (Entertainment Weekly) began with these words:

“She’s dead … wrapped in plastic …”

With these creepy words – intoned by the late Jack Nance – …

WAIT! Jack Nance was dead? I don’t remember it quite that way; but I’ll go back and watch Twin Peaks and see if, in fact, a dead actor intoned those words. My guess is, however, that Jack Nance was very much alive when he uttered that immortal phrase – and EW chose to succumb to something that definitely peeves my pet.

Today, in the media (especially the entertainment media), it’s become commonplace to indicate someone’s present status when referring to their past works. Who were the stars of Star Trek? William Shatner, Leonard Nimoy and the late DeForest Kelley as Dr. McCoy (perhaps he needed a new doctor). Who wrote The Executioner’s Song? The late Norman Mailer (I hope he wasn’t the one who was executed). Who was elected Indiana’s Governor in 1996? The late Frank O’Bannon (of course this is ridiculous … I mean, who could lose an election to a dead person – oops, sorry John Ashcroft).

The fact that someone is dead now doesn’t mean that they were always dead. Most people – when they did their work, when they left their legacy – were very much alive. And to refer to them as “late” when, in fact, they were possibly very much in the moment could lead to some mild confusion, or at least some very awkward communication.

If this trend continues, it’s very possible that soon – on a TV set near you – you’ll hear the following announcement:

Tonight on TBS, one of the classics of cinema – The Wizard of Oz – starring the late Judy Garland, the late Ray Bolger, the late Jack Haley, the late Bert Lahr, the late Margaret Hamilton, the late Billie Burke, the late Frank Morgan, and the late Toto.

I’ll have to pass that one up. Sorry, but I’m not much into zombie flicks.

 

 

Biden Time

Saturday, November 10th, 2007

I have a bad record in supporting viable (and winning) candidates in Democratic Presidential Primaries. President Bill Bradley, anyone? Or Dean? Or Tsongas? Or Simon? OK, I got Bill Clinton right (and very early in the process). But even an untrained monkey could land the Space Shuttle once in a million tries.

So, now I insist on condemning another candidate to the “obscure historical footnote” category.

Joe Biden. He’s the man for the job (or, more politically correct, the “genderless person” for the job). Why? Experience. Personality. Experience. Decency. Experience. Should I go on?

I’m somewhat of a political creature – MSNBC possibly gets more viewing than any other TV station these days. So, I’ve done some research. And every time, Joe Biden comes out ahead of the pack (with Bill Richardson a close second).

Sure, he doesn’t have the buzz of Clinton or Obama. Nor does he have their money or poll numbers. But his credentials dwarf them both. And shouldn’t this election be about credentials?

Do your research. Check on what the candidates have really done – what they’d bring to the job. And make an informed decision. And then you can join me as the king, emperor, administrator of the Obscure Historical Footnote Foundation. There aren’t many privileges you’ll earn, except for the occasional opportunity to say “I told you so.”

Worst… Movie… Ever!

Saturday, November 10th, 2007

My friend Chris and I saw Lions For Lambs last night. We walked into the Landmark Theater in Indianapolis and purchased our ticket from an interesting Scottsman with a thick accent (think of Groundskeeper Willie from The Simpsons). I asked him what he thought of this movie, and he politely said he really didn’t care for it very much. Chris pressed him a little. Was it the acting? The plot? No, he said in that great accent, “it made me very angry!”

Not a good sign. Maybe we should have opted for American Gangster or Michael Clayton instead. But we pressed on. Tom Cruise and Meryl Streep are both phenomenal, brilliant actors, and we both enjoy topical, taut movies related to current events. And maybe Groundskeeper Willie simply has different tastes in movies than we do.

What a horrible piece of dreck this turned out to be! I kept an open mind for most of the first half of the movie, even as the sound of snickers and groans from the audience grew louder as Redford & Co. continued to slam their simplistic political messages down our throats. There were a few good lines in this movie, but as this movie dragged on it became clear that Lions For Lambs was just going to be an empty cliché of a movie that exposed none of the complexity and complication involved in the Iraq War and the war on terror.

Chris left for 20 minutes to make a phone call. Lucky bastard. I stared at my watch.

I live in a so-called red state, but I’m a fairly liberal Democrat of late (Goldwater Republican would be more accurate, but that’s sadly not an option anymore). Even so, I just could not stomach this wordy, boring film. There were no original points made in its blessedly-short 88 minutes, and every character seemed to be a perfectly constructed stereotype crafted specifically to fill the scene. Willie, I should have heeded your warning! This film made me angry as well.

One bright spot: I find it both amusing and ironic that this film’s approval rating is far lower than that of George Bush.