Keep It Simple, Stupid!

Why is it these days that people have to make something more complicated than it needs to be? Why can’t something just be what it is? Why does there have to be an excuse? A disorder? Something to explain it all away?

Here’s an example. I met this guy who was…a total asshole! He had no respect for his girlfriend, he was in the military and liked to throw his military weight around, to solve problems, he liked to fight, and he often got barred from places because of this crap. When I described him to another friend, she said, “He must have some self-esteem problems, or he mustn’t be wel.” Ok, maybe he isn’t, but until I see some sign of that from him, the answer is simple! he’s a dick! End of story! Can’t some people just be assholes? We know the world is full of jerks, must their behaviour be explained away? Don’t people have to take responsibility for their own actions anymore? No no no, it’s someone else’s fault, always. I should know that already judghing by the piles of stupid lawsuits out there.

Another thing I heard was some stupidity when that thing happened with that lady they called the runaway bride. Some people were trying to say she did all of that because she had hyperthyroidism. Whatever. Sure a condition can make you do things a little out of wack from the normal you, but the mind in that body has to come up with the idea to run away and lie about getting kidnapped and all of that. That didn’t all just fly out of her overactive thyroid.

The way I see it, people have to earn my understanding to some degree, and if they earn something else before they get that, it’s even harder to sympathize with them. And I’m not going to assume immediately that they’re sick and that’s why they’re doing whatever they’re doing to be a total moron/asshole/idiot/knob. I mean, if I know a person and they’re not usually a dick, then it’s perfectly normal to assume something’s wrong and show concern. But if I meet them on the street and they go above and beyond the call of duty to show me they’re a jerk, then forget it. I’m all for the benefit of the doubt, but some people take that way too far.

This saddens Me.

I got a message from the company, Computer Associates, that makes the antivirus program, ETrust EZ Antivirus, I used to use before I got my new computer, which was pre-loaded with Norton. Otherwise, I would have still used it today. But this message I received made me think twice about this company. it’s like they have sunk to the lowest of the low.

I quote:

New Computer Worm Damages PCs Worldwide
  
Dear Insert my name here,

Without eTrust EZ Antivirus you are vulnerable to this worm! Purchase your eTrust subscription now to stay safe.

Security experts are warning that Tpbot.A the latest strain of the recently released Zotob.B worm is shutting down computers and is affecting hundreds of
major companies around the world.

Unfortunately, our records indicate that you have not yet purchased eTrust EZ Antivirus. PURCHASE NOW before it is too late. Tpbot.A is a clear and present
danger – don’t risk everything on your hard drive: photos, MP3s, archived e-mails, saved files and more…

Tpbot.A could be in your inbox by the time you go to sleep tonight. Get a good night’s rest. Purchase eTrust EZ Antivirus today for just $29.95.

Sincerely,
The eTrust™ Security Team

Unquote

Ok, isn’t that poorly-written message, um, a little like fear-mongering? If I didn’t know better, I’d think it was one of those circulating hoaxes that tell of certain doom because of a given virus that was found by Microsoft. Computer Associates is supposed to be a reputable company. Why are they acting like the filthiest of rogue anti-spyware software? The ones that say, “You’re infected, you need us now.” Please, guys, leave scare tactics to those who actually need to use them to survive, er, bottom-feed. Let your name stand for itself. If I haven’t renewed your product, I’m a big girl, I can handle the consequences.

Attention All Stalkers!

Ok, there are certain people out there who really need to learn some things.

Thing no. 1. When you haven’t talked to someone all day, and finally you catch up with them, asking extremely prying questions about where they’ve been every minute of the afternoon won’t make them want to talk to you. It’s one thing to ask how the person’s day was, or ask what they’ve been up to. But asking where they were at 1:00, 2:00 and 3:00, unless you’re a member of the police conducting a murder investigation, will likely provoke the person to ask you to piss off. it will also vault you from the realm of nice friend to creepy stalker. Unless that’s what you’re aspiring to be, stop it now!

Thing no. 2. Every time a friend says, “My friend did that.” You do not need to demand their name and how this person met their friend. You do not know everyone your friend knows, nor do you need to. Get your nose out of their business. It’s one thing if you think you might know the person, but asking about every god damn friend they mention, and then acting insulted that you had never heard of this person before makes you look a little too interested in the details of your friends’ personal lives.

Thing no. 3. When someone isn’t home, and you don’t have an urgent need to get a hold of them, calling their cell phone to track them down isn’t a good idea, especially when you’re really not that close a friend. They likely have voice mail, leave a message and move on. It’s one thing if you’re trying to track them down because they’re supposed to meet you. But when it is 4 in the morning, and they don’t pick up their phone, immediately calling their cell phone will not make them be impressed. it will only impress upon them that you are creepy.

That is all, now if only a few people would learn those lessons well, the world would be a better place.

Oh the Irony!

I got to thinking about a few things that struck me as ironic. I was watching TV and some commercial came on for a medication designed to treat overactive bladder. I guess some people are always having to pee. Anyway, after having its praises sung, especially the fact that you didn’t have to get up to pee during the night so much, the voice started to speed up. It’s time for the side-effects, drawbacks, and everything else they don’t want to tell you but they’ll have their balls sued off if they don’t mention them. One of the side-effects was, get ready for it, diarrhea. I can just hear it now. “instead of having to get up in the night to go no. 1, you can rush to do no. 2. That’s so much better!”

I heard another drug commercial, why I notice them all I don’t know. Maybe it’s because they’re so damn obnoxious. This one was for some kind of pill that stops heartburn and heals the esophagus. And one of its biggest side-effects? Abdominal pain. So I guess you’re stuck with the pain no matter what. You just have to hope that this is the good pain.

And here’s a kicker of an irony. Picture a yoga instructor. What things come to mind? Relaxed? confident? accepting of their own limits? Virtually stress-free, or at least extremely able to deal with stress? Suffering from crazy anxiety? Woe, where did that one come from? Well apparently my yoga instructor had a whole lot of anxiety, so bad that she couldn’t stand up in front of people, much less turn herself into a pretzle. You just look at that and wonder. If that’s possible, maybe I’ll drive a car. On second thought, maybe not.

And that’s about it for now. I’m sure I’ll think of more stuff later.

I Heart Dictators

I just came across this
blog
full of love poems written to some of the world’s most well known dictators. It cracked me up, so I’m linking it.

Here’s an example of what you’ll find there. It brought a tear to my eye, and it wasn’t even about me.

I Heart You
In Turkmenistan there is a man
free speech he might ban
but I have fallen hard
and want to send a card
filled with my love
that must have come from above
In the “Rukhnama” his book
my love took root
with statues to yourself all over the place
I think you won the cult of personality race
how much I love you could never compare
to how much I want to live in your lair
Please Saparmurat Niyazov
Buy me a shot of smirnoff!

What’s In A Name?

If you were Michael Jackson, and you were constantly having to deal with claims that you have been molesting young boys for years, would you really think it was a good idea to hire a lawyer named
Charles F. Gay Jr.
to defend you? I know I wouldn’t. Sure, maybe he’s the best lawyer out there, but if I were Ted Bundy, you wouldn’t catch me using the services of Franklin M. Coldbloodedmurderer either. To me it’s the same thing. I mean if I have to go to jail so be it, but I don’t need my defence attorney subliminally helping things along.

Football, 1984, And Other Things That Have Nothing In Common

Happy Wednesday to all. Wow, what a beautiful day it is outside today. Actually, what a beautiful week this has been. Possibly the nicest week we’ve had all Summer when I stop and think about it. Not too hot, not too humid, sunny, clear, breezy, it’s just about as perfect as weather can get. If we could live like this all year round and lose the fucking snow I’d be a happy guy…at least most of the time. Maybe I should rephrase that before anybody gets the wrong idea. I’m honestly one of the happiest people I know, it’s just that sometimes it doesn’t come across in the things I write. I can’t believe I’m actually sitting here justifying myself to a bunch of invisible people, I’m such a retard. But getting back to my point, if you’re reading this from someplace where the weather is identical or similar to the stuff I’m describing, be sure to get out and enjoy it as much as you can. I’ve been doing my best to do that, because I know that in a few short months it’ll be gone and we’ll be ass deep in snow and everything will be freezing. Ug, I hate Winter. Christmas, my Birthday, all that cool stuff, it’s all balanced out by Winter and the complete and total suckiness that it brings with it. Wow, what a downer this paragraph turned out to be. Let’s try another one and hope it goes a little better.

I read something on
Boing Boing
today that amused me. It seems that a group calling itself
The Ministry of Reshelving
has started a campaign to put copies of George Orwell’s book 1984 into more appropriate sections of bookstores. They’re even encouraging people to get involved and help out the cause. If it sounds like something you can see yourself getting involved in, here’s what you need to do, taken straight from the Ministry’s rule set:

1. Select a local bookstore to carry out your reshelving activities.

2. Download and print “This book has been relocated by the Ministry of Reshelving bookmarks and “All copies of 1984 have been relocated” notecards to take with you to the bookstore. Or make your own. We recommend bringing a notecard and 5-10 bookmarks to each store.

3. Go to the bookstore and locate its copies of George Orwell’s 1984. Unless the Ministry of Reshelving has already visited this bookstore, it is probably currently incorrectly classified as “Fiction” or “Literature.”

4. Discreetly move all copies of 1984 to a more suitable section, such as “Current Events”, “Politics”, “History”, “True Crime”, or “New Non-Fiction.”

5. Insert a Ministry of Reshelving bookmark into each copy of any book you have moved. Leave a notecard in the empty space the books once occupied.

6. If you spot other incorrectly classified books, feel free to relocate them.

7. Please report all reshelving efforts to the Ministry. Email your store name, location, # of 1984 copies reshelved, and any other reshelving activities conducted, to reshelving @ avantgame.com. Photos of your mission can be uploaded to Flickr, tagged as “reshelving”, and submitted to the Ministry of Reshelving group.

You know, that sounds like fun.

Speaking of fun, if you don’t generally stay home on Saturday nights to watch CFL football games on CBC, you might want to consider it this week. As you’re probably aware, the CBC is in the middle of a huge lockout, the result of which is that pretty much anybody who has anything to do with the execution of the network’s programming is off the job right now. Everybody from newscasters to camera people are unable to work, which leaves management in charge of running the show. for the most part they’ve taken the easy way out, using the BBC’s news instead of their own and showing documentaries and the like in place of new programming. But not everything is going to be that simple, and that’s where football comes in.

CBC’s management promised when the lockout began that their CFL coverage would not be disrupted and that no matter what they had to do, Saturday’s game would be presented in a professional manner. To put it simply, CBC was all like “we’ll just show the game without play by play and we’ll do the best we can to make sure that the camera work doesn’t suck too much.” But then the CFL was all like “nuh-uh. No commentary, no game.” So what we’re left with now are office workers pretending to be cameramen while other office workers pretend that they belong behind a microphone for any reason. I imagine that it could quite possibly look more than a little bit like
this,
which I’m honestly sort of hoping it does.

Well, this post is getting long and I’m getting hungry, so that’s all for now. So until we meet again, enjoy yourselves and never forget that Dr. Phil is a total douchebag. Thank you and good day.

What is that?

I was talking on the phone the other day, when outside my window, I heard a car alarm, ya know, one of those ones that beeps the horn of the car? But the funny part was the horn was the furthest thing from threatening. It sounded like the horns on those little cars that would probably crumple in like a pop can in an accident. My thought was, why bother even putting a car alarm on those cars? If you’re stuck driving one of those, you probably wouldn’t cry too hard if it was stolen. It sounded so stupid. It was like the car was pleading not to be stolen, or sort of clearing its throat and saying, “Ahem, over here, someone’s trying to steal me. Someone help. Please? Maybe?” At that point, why even bother. What would be funny would be if one of those cars actually had a menacing horn like on a transport.

Hearing that pathetic little car alarm made me think about something else. I’ve ridden a few buses where the driver has had to honk at someone for some reason. And in every case, the horn was so high-pitched. Loud, but squeaky. It just doesn’t sound right coming out of a huge bus. It would be like a 6-foot dude talking with a baby voice.

And then there are those little wee cell phones that have the big sound coming out of them when they play their fancy ringtones. I heard one that sounded like it should come out of something huge. But the cell phone was in someone’s pocket. Some cell phones even sound like an old rotary phone. I have one question. Why? Why can’t things just be as they seem? And why do little wimp cars need car alarms?

It’s a Fridge? A TV? A Computer? What is it?

Why is it that we need to combine everything we use into one piece of equipment? We have cell phones with cameras on them that also play mp3’s and can listen to the radio and those weird watches with TV’s on them, and now it’s getting worse. Are we really that lazy that we can’t walk between two appliances to get things done? I mean I can see something that plays CD’s and DVD’s. That combo makes sense. A clock-radio is a good idea because you might use the radio to wake you up. Makes sense. I can even understand, although it’s inefficient as hell, building messaging into a cell phone. It’s still communication, even though I think it would be faster and simpler to just call the dude. But I just heard about the most ridiculous combo. Someone won a fridge with a TV screen on the door. Ok, who sits and stares at their fridge door all the time? And the sad part is they’re afraid to tinker with the TV part because they don’t want to break the fridge. Why can’t a fridge be just a fridge? You open it, you get the milk out, you close it, end of story.

Some other geniuses decided that building a computer into a fridge door would be a great plan. That way, you can order your groceries online right there at the fridge door and have them delivered. Ok, why is the fridge talking to the internet? Is it going to need a firewall and antivirus protection now? It’s a fridge! Why couldn’t you just write the list down and, ya know, go to the store? Leave your house once in a while? And we wonder why people are getting fatter.

A Few Tips

I was walking down the street the other day, and something happened that made me think of all the things that people do that just make my head spin. I got off a bus and was trying to make my way to the corner. Somehow, I got a little off course and was heading towards this weird funky shopping mall down there. I’m trying to figure out where the cross-walk thingy is, and I hit a pole with my cane, and when I say hit, I mean gently tap. I reach out to look at it, to see if it’s a light pole or a parking meter or what. Suddenly, this guy runs to me as if I’m about to set off a bomb. “Ma’am! “Ma’am! What are you looking for? What are you looking for?”

Ok, I appreciate the help, but do you have to make me feel like I’m a god damn mental case? Do you have to make me feel as if I’m as stupid as that post I just tapped? So I got lost. Doesn’t everybody from time to time? I told him where I was trying to go. And he said, “Ok, follow me. You were heading towards the mall, ma’am!” But it was the way he said it. It was as if he’d just talked me out of jumping off a bridge. You know what I mean? I get visions of those police dramas like Third Watch or some such thing just the way he spoke. I appreciate his help, but he is not the hero of the day and the city isn’t going to give him a medal. Don’t make it out like that. It’s like those people who, after they help me find a door, say, “What would you have ever done if I didn’t come along?” No offense, but I would have asked the next person, or miracle of miracles, I would have found it myself! I appreciate the help. I just don’t know why people have to turn a good deed into an act of heroism and bravery.

Another thing people like to do is, when you’re in the middle of the street, they like to yell your name. Thinking there’s a reason they’re doing that, like there’s a big hole I’m about to step in if I keep going, or someone is running a red, stop a second, I look back. Nope. They just want to talk. How about waiting until I’m on the sidewalk before you do that…I’m trying to concentrate! I guess they don’t know that I’m trying to pay attention to what I’m hearing to make sure I don’t become road pizza. But holy crap it’s annoying. And on a sidenote, why do people feel the need to yell all the time when they first meet me? Hello, I’m blind, not deaf, no need to yell.

Or, when they know that you’re about to cross a street, they decide to tell you a long involved story about Uncle Bill and Aunt Olga. How about tell me when I’m on the other side?

And the last one that bugs me is the people who feel the need to punch you on the shoulder every time they have something to say. They’re sitting beside you on the bus, and it’s *punch* “What anice day today.” *punch* “Where did you say you’re going again?” Wouldn’t it be more efficient to just ask me my name if you really want to be sure I know you’re talking to me? Would you talk to your friends that way?

I should say that lots of people I see are cool and don’t drive me nuts. But I seem to have this way of attracting the weirdos a lot lately. Then again, I always seem to attract the bizarre, what else is new?