Tuesday, December 9, 2014
Friday, November 7, 2014
The once instance that stands out though. Remember that snow storm earlier this year where it actually snowed hard on the east coast and in some southern states (Tennessee, Georgia, the Carolinas)? There were videos showing up after that on the Internet claiming that the snow was fake. The proof? They tried melting it with a lighter and it was turning black instead, proving that the snow was made up of plastic or something else dumb.
Monday, November 3, 2014
So in other words:
Voter: "So Mr. Brown, as a voter, why should I vote for you?"
Scott Brown: "Because I'm not Jeanne Shaheen."
Voter: "Well, that changes everything! You have my vote!"
This is one of the reasons why I hate (HATE) politics. You'd rather tell me what the other person will do instead of what YOU will do. How does that make any sense?
And I hate terms like leftist (WTF is that?) and extreme right (again, WTF?) and GOP and blue states and electoral college and gubernatorial debates. It's all stupid. I hate attack ads. I hate defensive ads. I'd rather watch a car commercial or a Burger King commercial or an Old Spice commercial or a hybrid car/BK/Old Spice commercial than a political ad. And for the record, a hybrid commercial with those three things combined into one would be remarkably epic. You know this to be true. Do not fight me on this.
Back on topic, a few years ago when Barack Obama was up for reelection, I had decided that I wasn't voting this time around. I say this time around because back in '08 I voted (for the first time in my life) for Obama. Not because I sided with him on critical issues. Not because I felt he was the right person for the job (even though he was). I voted for him because it would be nice to feel like I helped make history by voting for the first-ever black president in this country. That novelty wore off by the time reelection came around. I was living with my aunt at the time, and being the Obama supporter that she was, she was adamant that I vote for Obama. I told her that I wasn't voting for anybody ("They're both idiots"). You would have thought that I called her an idiot the way she reacted. She felt like I was betraying the family or something. Her reaction reminds me of reactions during religious conversation. And it's why I try to avoid both religion and politics in my life. It's soooo stupid.
So when the polls open (tomorrow? Not sure.) be sure to vote...if you want to. I'll be content with whatever.
PS: This (like religion) will be the last time I bring up politics in my blog.
PS Part 2: Part of me hopes that Scott Brown gets elected, only to find out that he eats babies or something as a hobby. Some voters would still think that an Obama backer is worse than a baby eater. "He's not Jeanne Shaheen, though!"
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Sometime last week, I was at a K-Mart. The cashier called me over and was probably the least attentive I've seen for a long time. Something her co-workers were doing behind the counter was far more funny and interesting than my comforter. All I thought was Wow. But I wasn't mad at her. And to be honest, what was going on behind the counter was a little more funny and interesting than my comforter. There are some people who I know that would have been FURIOUS (with a capital furious) at that. But I can't be that person. I've been there. I've been that cashier. And cashiers tend to do things like that from time to time. We joked. We were playful. It happened. It kept us from going absolutely postal on customers who swore the store was built for them. And at one point, I was that customer, too.
I had to have been about 12 years old. I was at a Burger King at a mall. I ordered a Whopper (I think) and it came back wrong. The cashier was definitely older than me, but not old old (probably late teens).
I absolutely laid into her. I yelled at her with the fury and the anger of 1,000 drill sergeants. I didn't cuss at her, however (that counts for something). And she started to cry. And man, did that get to me. Maybe she had been going through something that day and I was the breaking point. I don't know. I immediately apologized to her and the manager. I promised to never act like that towards a customer service rep.
Here's the thing: a lot of people have never had an actual customer service job. And I mean face-to-face customer service - not call center stuff. Customer service sucks. Cashiers will do things to make their job slightly better. So unless the cashier is cussing you out or throwing fecal matter in your face, give them a little bit of respect.
HOWEVER, to cashiers: stop acting like idiots. Don't ignore customers. Don't cuss customers out. Don't act like you are the greatest thing to happen to customer service. The customers are not throwing fecal matter in YOUR face. So chill.
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
First, some background. I kinda grew up in church. Living with a born-again Christian aunt meant every Sunday the entire household were in church. Sometimes on Saturdays too for choir rehearsal. Sometimes even during the week for Bible study. And I never wanted to go. It was always a minor victory if for whatever reason we didn't go. I had lots of good and memorable times in church, however. And for some of those moments, I wouldn't trade them for anything. One moment in particular stands out above all.
On a midweek night at Bible study, I remember the teacher drilling into our heads that "anything not of God and that is of the world is a sin". I had to have been 9 or 10-years-old at the time. I had a question. Mind you, this will sound sorta silly, but it was one of the important questions that I've ever had to have an answer for:
Monday, October 13, 2014
Why is what's being played on radios nowadays being considered "music"? Can anyone truly answer this? Now I'm not saying that everything single song being played on radio is crap, but it is a very high percentage. And it's not genre-specific either. Rap, pop, R&B, rock. Crap. Lots and lots of crap. But there is some hope (faint as it may be).
Postmodern Jukebox is a group of highly-talented musicians who take highly-crappy radio songs and turn them into highly-amazing works of art with an old-school feel. They made Izzy Azalea's "Fancy" listenable. That's miraculous stuff right there. And while Maroon 5's "Maps" isn't all that bad lyrically (musically? Different story...), PMJ gave it a 70's Soul makeover and made the song sound like it should have been that way from the jump.
I saw these guys live back in July and I'm going again this coming Sunday. I highly suggest that you take a listen below and tell me I'm wrong for feeling the way I do.
Friday, October 10, 2014
I'm bucking the trend and doing things my way. Not doing this for money. Not doing it for fame or notoriety. I'm doing it because I just want my thoughts out there. I wanna see who agree or disagrees. Money would be nice. Like really nice. Fame wouldn't be too bad, either. I just want to talk about whatever. Almost in a Seinfeldian kind of way, but with 40% less Kramer and 100% more Derrick from Massachusetts.