One undecided voter

After a campaign that has been dragging on for what feels like six years, who could possibly still be undecided?  Me.

I’m still not sure if I will vote.  Before you give the standard line, “If you don’t vote, you can’t complain,” let me just say, that is bullshit.

By voting you only encourage them.

If you don’t agree with the divisive tactics, why should you choose either side.  If you don’t agree with the big money marketing used to “buy” your vote, why should you sell it to either side.  If you don’t agree with the say-anything-just-to-get-in strategies, why should you cast a ballet for either side.  If you don’t agree, don’t feel obligated to nod your head.  When you feel you don’t have a choice, don’t choose. Continue reading “One undecided voter”

Halloween Identity Crisis

Looks like it’s going to be another year of explaining my Halloween costume.

Easy is boring. There’s a costume shop right next door, full of masks and outfits. You’re not going to catch me walking out with a Batman helmet.

A few years ago I dressed up as Lonnie Richardson. Not Lonnie Richardson myself, but Lonnie Richardson the 28 year old snake handler. He died from a bite just 2 months after his father-in-law met the same fate. That one took some explaining.

(That’s a snake on my right arm, and a lady on my left.) Continue reading “Halloween Identity Crisis”

Advertising as Entertainment

There are a few lot of commercials out that I can’t stand.

Don’t tell me Repo Joe or Whole Sale Sam is coming to town to save me money. I’ve seen Slasher, I know your game. (Slasher is a documentary about a gimmick-guy dealer hire to move cars. I recommend it.)

I’m tired of lawyers trying to build class lawsuits.

Feel free to tell me you care about alternative energy while raking in record oil profits. But don’t do it with a smirk on your face.

And please stop yelling at me. That goes double for you Billy Mays.

Dodge has a noisy spot out now. Truck driving through exploding houses, guys yelling, Nextel chirps (why?), and what sounds like Aerosmith music. At first this was on my hate-list (right up there with Nissan’s “Save by 0” spot.)

Then I saw something about “filming it all from a safe distance.” Oh, you got me, I’ll go to your web site. Continue reading “Advertising as Entertainment”

“Why you need to be looking at Twitter.”

Many of you may still have questions about Twitter.
I found this interesting article on-line from the Montreal Gazette.

It is a bit wordy, and I know your time is valuable, so I’ll summarize.

– Canadians vote via Twitter on huge plasma screens.
– Twitter is permission-based stalking.
– It is more important to be followed, then to follow.
– Twitter, and the entire internet, is a waste of time.
– Twitter is good for business.
– Some big companies use Twitter…
– …like Britney Spears.
– Lazy bloggers use Twitter.
– You can eat Twitter on the go.
– Rick Sanchez of CNN is narcissistic, and VERY popular.
– You should not try Twitter, unless you really want to.
– And if your looking for more on the U.S. presidential race. That litters Twitter, too.

I hope that helps.


OK, more like be aware. Be aware of what your paying.

It’s an old story and I wasn’t going to post this but it happened again tonight. The price in the isle isn’t always the price at the check out.

The first time I noticed, it was only 10 cents on a pair of cleaning gloves. The second was 15 cents on plastic spoons.

The next time was 50 cents on a six pack. I called that time. The manager said “next time you come down just ask and we’ll refund your $0.50.”

I didn’t thing anything of it on my next trip, until I got home. The $6.99 bag of pistachios rang up as $8.99. I drove back to the store and informed a manager. She explained that it was a problem in the produce department and refunded me the entire $8.99 (and I got to keep my nuts.) Continue reading “H-E-Beware”


Hey, I’m an asshole with a blog. Maybe it’s time for me to chime in on the big issues of the day. Seems like that’s the thing to do. Get a blog, form an opinion, and tell the world. So here goes.

Economic bail out.
Does it suck: Yes
Does something need to be done: Yes
Who wins: Nobody.

Presidential election.
Is McCain running for president: Yes
Is Obama running for president: Yes
Is there a question the American people should be asking: Yes. Why would you want that job now?

Foreign oil.
Do we need so much: Yes
Should we need so much: No
What can I do: Buy me a hybrid, ’cause I can’t afford one. Continue reading “Issues”

Signal Yo-Yo

There’s a great new app for the iPhone!

It’s called Signal Yo-Yo. And if you use AT&T you already have it, no extra download required. Here’s the best part, you don’t have to do a thing. I played by simply leaving my phone sitting on my desk!

Here’s a screen shot from my game!


Stopped by my shopping spot. Picked up the things I needed and went to check out. I was over the ten item limit, so I found a short all-you-can-buy line and took my place.

After a while the folks in front of me left the line with a heavy sigh. The checker was moving slow. She inspected every piece of produce, looked up the number, typed it in, and saw what each one rang up as, before moving on to repeat the prossest.

Patience is important and I was in no hurry.

Finally my turn. Everything in my cart had a bar code, none of that fresh stuff for me. But that did not change the pace of pricing. Each item was given extra special attention.

Then the finale, coupons. Only two, but one was a tricky buy-one-get-one-free. This added several minutes to the procces. Managers were called, other checkers stopped by to help, the people behind me finally left, leaving all their groceries waiting on the belt.

But we made it through. I learned that, this was Monika’s third day on the job, and she was very sweet with her little German accent.

I discovered the biggest surprise when I got home. While putting away my goods, I found that my package of gummi bears had been opened. Not a small hole in the package, but totaly ripped open. They weren’t that way when I put them in my cart. They weren’t that way when Monika inspected and scanned them. The only person between my checker and my unpacking was a bagged, who some would call “slow.” I suppose that’s the price one pays for using a coupon in a slow line. And hey, at least he made sure my bread didn’t get smashed.