Archive for October, 2006

Halloween

Posted in Me Thinking So You Don't Have To on October 31, 2006 by themaroon

So this year I had some Halloween parties to go to and I figured what the hell, I might as well make a costume. I haven’t done that in at least ten years, probably more, unless you count my senior year of high school when I wore a hood and cheap sunglasses and carried a FedEx package around in imitation of the Unabomber.

I wanted something funny but wasn’t sure what. My first thought was to wear all black, paint my face black, get black shoes, and wear big white earbuds in order to be a dancing silhouette from an iPod commercial. But I hate makeup, I hate dancing, and I hate iPods. And I was skeptical of my ability to find a bright orange wall to hang out in front of.

My next thought was an idea from a friend, an Islamic hijacker. I thought great, it’s easy, it’s funny, and I’m Lebanese so I’m sort of allowed. All I need is a towel and a box cutter. But when I ran it by one friend, who was throwing one party in New York City, she reminded me that that is the sort of thing that is much funnier here in Ohio than it would be at a party in a condo from which you would have been able to see the World Trade Center if it were still standing. Good point.

After that I was running low on ideas. And then the best one of all came to me. I Googled for Dick Cheney mask and found a perfect one. Cheney on his own is enough to give many people nightmares, but I wasn’t finished. I bought a toy shotgun on Amazon and went to Wal-Mart for hunting gear.

The costume was hilarious, but would have been much more so if I were able to actually wear the mask for any significant amount of time. Unfortunately the heat was unbearable and it was impossible to see out of. And there was no mouth hole to drink beer through. The toy gun was pretty fun (it made a loud noise when you pulled the trigger) though. I’m thinking about carrying it around with me all of the time just because it’s so cool. I just have to remember to leave it in the car before entering banks or liquor stores.

Election Day

Posted in Me Thinking So You Don't Have To on October 29, 2006 by themaroon

I was at a friend’s Halloween party last night and talking to a lot of people I’d never met before. Most of them were what you would consider extremely liberal. It was an unusual situation for me to be in. I’m from Ohio, where libertarians like me are pretty much as far left as it gets and most of my friends are similarly minded. I’m sure there are some insanely liberal people here, but there aren’t many and I’m pretty well insulated from them.

I have always thought that the difference between a liberal extremist and a conservative extremist is that the liberal extremists at least have their hearts in the right place. Conservatives want to rob the poor and enforce their outdated morality on everyone, liberals want to live in some utopian dream where everyone really is equal, earns a “living wage” even if they contribute nothing of worth to society, and is free to do as they please. The former will, as history has shown, always lead to widespread violence and revolution, and the latter is so far from reality and contrary to human nature as to be entirely unattainable and lead to economic collapse if even attempted. But at least the liberals having something noble in mind.

What scares me most about the conservatives is the way they’re so willing to ignore the parts of the constitution they don’t like. In their quest to fulfill their goals they are willing to disenfranchise voters in areas most likely to vote Democratic, throw separation of church and state completely out the window, and torture whoever they deem an enemy combatant. And when the New York Times reports on all of these misdeeds, they call them terrorists.¬ Liberals at least actually believe in the document they so revere. The modern republicans just use it as another buzzword in their propaganda while traipsing all over it and everything it stands for.

I’ve thought, for the last six years, that at least liberals wouldn’t do that. Now I’m not so sure. At the party someone who had heard I was from Ohio but assumed I lived in New York (not an unreasonable assumption given that I was at a Halloween party in Brooklyn) asked me if I was going to use my parents residence and fill out an absentee vote for Ohio. His reasoning was that New York was already pretty well decided but that states like Ohio, where elections are still in play, need support. So he thought it perfectly reasonable that I would illegally cast my vote where it didn’t belong to help put Democrats in office.

And later I asked myself “is that really any better than what the Republicans have been doing? Is voting in a state you don’t live in any less immoral than rigging a Diebold machine or indiscriminately striking names from the rolls in counties that typically vote for the other party?” It’s certainly less effective, but in reality it’s the same thing, doing what it takes to win no matter the cost.

And honestly if election fraud is what it takes to win then I don’t want to win. True, the modern Republican Party scares me, and I’d love nothing better than to see control of the GOP taken back by its more sane members. They’re running our country into the ground, one torture bill at a time. No doubt about it. But I’d sooner just move to another continent than violate the few ideals that make America special.

I’m not a big fan of the Democrats right now, to tell the truth, but anyone with a brain can see that they are by far the lesser of the two evils. Even so I’m not willing to stoop to the same level as the Republicans to see them replaced. If it can’t be done without violating our national ethics (and I still believe that, with just a little election reform, it can) I’d rather just watch this country crash and burn from a safe distance.

So I’ll cast my vote, and this year it will probably be straight-ticket Democrat, and I’ll sigh while I do it and think about how sad it is that I can’t in good faith vote for a Republican, even if I think they’re the best candidate, just because I know that through the magic of herd mentality they’ll be siding with their torture endorsing brethren far too often. But I won’t ever resort to election fraud. I’ll sooner just go live across the pond.

Toofpase

Posted in Me Thinking So You Don't Have To on October 26, 2006 by themaroon

One thing I learned this year that really surprised me is that you’re supposed to brush a dog’s teeth. That one boggles me. This is an animal that licks its own anus, among other things, and I’m supposed to worry about its dental hygiene.

Still, I wanted to be a good owner so I gave it a shot and quickly discovered that it’s one of those things that sounds a hell of a lot easier than it really is. Try as I might I couldn’t really manage it because Link kept licking the toothbrush and biting on it. I begged, pleaded, and yelled at him to get him to stop, all to no avail. It’s pretty hard to stop a dog from eating something that tastes like chicken.

But the whole experience got me thinking, why does human toothpaste taste like mint? There are a couple other flavors, but nothing really special. I can’t think of any toothpaste that tastes like something I’d normally eat. Why?

Dog toothpaste comes in flavors like chicken, beef, and salmon. I’d like all of those. What about chocolate, peanut butter, or prime rib? Or maybe one that tastes like apple pie a la mode. If someone made toothpaste that tasted like my Aunt Jackie’s sweet potatoes I’d buy it by the truckload.

We have some pretty advanced artificial flavoring technology these days, we could pull it off. Scientists can make a clear substance taste like cola, I’m pretty sure they can make a blue gel taste like lobster thermidor. Unlike a lot of artificially flavored stuff I’m not eating toothpaste so I don’t even care what’s in it. They could put lead in the stuff if it made it taste like clam chowder. If it isn’t caustic and it tastes good, throw it in there.

Any one want to invest in my toothpaste company?

Mattress Pricing Practices

Posted in Conclusive Proof That People Are Stupid on October 25, 2006 by themaroon

A conversation with a friend today made me think of something I have always wondered about. What the hell is up with mattress prices? They are always on sale, usually 50% off or more, so there’s always a severe discrepancy between list price and the price you’d actually have to pay. Why?

If you go into a store and look at some of the better mattresses you’ll see that the manufacturer’s list is always something like $8,000 but the sale price is more like $2650. The cheaper ones use the same system, just with lower prices. I don’t think anyone ever made a mattress that lists for less than $2,000, but if you look around long enough you can pick one up for $299. What could be the point of that?

I realize that the idea is to make customers think they’re getting a bargain, but this is just overkill. It’s so large of a difference that I’d have to imagine anyone can see what’s really going on. If two mattresses were both some reasonable amount, perhaps 10%, off of list price, I might be inclined to assume the one with a higher suggested retail was better. But if one is marked down to $3,000 from $9,000, and another $3,200 from $8,000, I realize that the list price is just bullshit and basically to be ignored.

I have to assume that this pricing scheme has virtually no effect since no other industry uses it. Corollas don’t have $30,000 MSRP’s. iPods don’t have “$1,200″ stickers on the box. I could understand it if it were just one or two mattress stores selling at a discount, the way Amazon does with books, but it’s all of them. It’s not the exception, it’s the rule.

Is there some reason why this ridiculous gimmick would work on people when they’re purchasing a mattress but not when they’re buying a television? Are the mattress makers really just shrewd businessmen who have figured out this idea themselves? Is this some brilliant scheme that CEO’s all over the world, all of which have purchased a mattress at some point in their lives, still haven’t caught on to?

And if most people really are dumb enough to not realize what’s going on and simply assume that the mattress with a higher list price is a better deal, why do mattress companies set their list prices so low? A mattress marked down from $7,000 to $2,000 looks like quite a bargain, but not nearly so much so as one that was originally $50,000. If list prices are going to have virtually no effect on the sale price but might have some effect on the quantity sold, why not just put some astronomical number there and hope? Stores would love it, they could advertise “Mattresses at up to 99.9% off, this Sunday only.” And customers would go home patting themselves on the back about what a phenomenal deal they got. Maybe that will be my next business venture. Any investors?

Hello world!

Posted in Uncategorized on October 24, 2006 by themaroon

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Talk Show Hosts Revealed

Posted in TV, Movies, Music, and Why They All Suck on October 24, 2006 by themaroon

I was flipping through the late night talk shows today and I got to wondering what these hosts are like at home. I think I’ve got them mostly figured out.

Letterman, I imagine, is exactly like he is onstage. I can just picture dinner time at the Letterman household:

Mrs. Letterman: Honey, dinner’s ready.

Dave [yanking his lapels to make his tie wiggle back and forth]: We’ve got a great meal for you folks tonight. First up, mashed potatoes. [Wiggles tie again] Mashed potatoes. Do you like mashed potatoes Paul?

Paul: Love ‘em

Conan, by far the most boisterous of hosts on stage, I think is probably the quietest off. I imagine he gets home, cracks a beer (Milwaukee’s Best), and stares blankly at Nick at Night for 6 hours, responding to questions from his wife with nothing but grunts until he goes to bed. On weekends he mows the lawn.

Leno, on the other hand, is a complete tyrant. He gets home, yells at the maids because the rug is 2 inches left of where it should be, shotguns a Budweiser and then goes out to the garage to work on his Harley. Of all of the hosts I imagine him as the most likely to be indicted for spousal abuse. That’s why Mavis spends so much time in Afghanistan.

Jimmy Kimmel is a total internet addict. He spends most of his free time playing World of Warcraft and posting on Start Trek forums. He also has video cameras all over the house and taps his phone lines because he’s sure Sara Silverman is cheating on him with someone funnier. She is, but she knows about the cameras and uses her cell phone.

Craig Ferguson, who has about as much personality as a cucumber, is a total religious zealot. He goes door to door telling people about how Jesus has impacted his life, and to be honest I believe it because it had to take a miracle to get that guy on TV. Meanwhile Craig Kilborn, who Ferguson replaced on that pathetic show when ratings sunk below those of the infomercials competing for the time slot, cries himself to sleep every night over having left The Daily Show. He lives in a tiny one bedroom apartment, is two months late on the rent, and doesn’t answer his phone because collection agencies won’t stop calling him.

Jon Stewart actually never leaves the studio. Unbeknownst to most, he is actually a cyborg created in the late ’80′s by a team of scientists funded by David Geffen and charged with making the ultimate Jewish comedian/actor to improve the Hebrew image in America. He starred in a series of unsuccessful movies and television shows for 5 years until the movie Mixed Nuts flopped at the box office. Geffen, frustrated by his inability to find a suitable vehicle for Stewart and the significant maintenance costs of keeping him in operation, slated him for destruction. Fortunately for Jon, or as his project team called him “Menschbot 5000″, the lead scientist loved him too much to bear seeing him melted down, so he smuggled Stewart out of Geffen Labs and dropped him off at Comedy Central’s studios along with an instruction manual and a can of oil. That same day Craig Kilborn announced he was leaving for CBS, and since Comedy Central had nobody else on tap Jon became the host. Now after taping a show he simply returns to his docking station, formerly a janitor’s closet, and powers down until the next day.

Stephen Colbert, I imagine, is actually Bill O’Reilly’s idea of what an American man should be. A day at his house is like a colorized Leave It to Beaver episode. While O’Reilly is simultaneously writing a children’s book and sexually harassing female producers over the phone, Stephen is busy being the head of his nuclear family. He has a house, two kids (Stephen Colbert Jr. and George Washington Colbert) and a golden retriever. Stephen always does the dishes and any yard work. His wife cooks three squares a day, does the laundry, and wears a red and white checkered apron when in the kitchen. In the morning she packs the kids lunch, gets them on the bus, vacuums, and then watches Oprah and her soaps until it’s time for her PTA meeting. When the kids get home she lets them watch an hour of PBS before dinner. After supper the kids do their homework while the adults read the paper, and then they all get together to play an hour of educational board games before bed.

Who am I missing here?

Onion Headline Of The Week

Posted in Me Thinking So You Don't Have To on October 23, 2006 by themaroon

Mars vs. Venus

Posted in Opinions You Would Agree With If You Weren\'t An Idiot on October 22, 2006 by themaroon

A little over a year ago I was in Vegas, heading from my room at the Bellagio to the tournament area, when I was tapped on the shoulder. I turned around to find a young girl, with a giant foam penis on her head and a t-shirt with LifeSavers sewn onto it, who asked me if I had a condom. At first I thought that she should maybe reconsider her nuptials but as it turned out her bridal party had sent her on a scavenger hunt and she had to get one from a guy. I showed her where the poker room was and told her to look anywhere but there, unless she wanted to use the needle in a haystack approach, but that it would be a good place to sell some candy. I saw her leaving the tournament area maybe ten minutes later and sure enough she had no condom and no LifeSavers.

Seeing that made me wonder about two things. First, if it wasn’t for bachelorette parties would LifeSavers still exist? I can’t remember the last time I saw one that couldn’t be sucked off of a t-shirt for a dollar. When I was in elementary school they were our primary form of currency, like cigarettes in a penitentiary, and now they are nearly obsolete. Once somebody figures out how to stitch a Jolly Rancher in place they may go extinct. And second, why do women torture each other before they get married?

It seems like the bachelorette party is just an excuse for all of a bride’s unmarried friends to take out their frustrations over their own failure to find love on her. It’s a whole day devoted to embarrassing a woman as much as humanly possible. “Ok, Susan’s getting married, let’s make her wear a shirt that ensures every nasty guy in town will lick her torso, have her walk around in public sporting as many penis-shaped objects as we can possibly find, and then get the nastiest male stripper available to swing his cock in her face for half an hour. That’ll teach her.”

Men take the exact opposite approach. We figure the guy’s already signing up for a lifetime of torment, so we want to give him one last night of the craziness he’s promising never to enjoy again. If he wakes up the next morning and doesn’t think about how much he’s going to miss being single, we haven’t done a very good job. Movies often show the nervous groom with cold feet in the morning, who is suddenly rethinking his life strategy. What they don’t often show you is the party the night before that caused it.

At one bachelor party that I went to, rather than getting nasty girls to lick the groom, as females do, we went all around the bar and got every hot girl in the place to make out with him. One blogger I read was a best man and flew the groom and friends out to Vegas and paid some porn stars to do things I never even knew could be done without someone ending up in a hospital. He ended up spending a couple months worth of salary on things I won’t even describe here. That’s a friend.

And even the lowest-key bachelor parties, which I assume mine will be one of, are basically just a guy’s night out and are fun for everyone. I’ve never once heard of men spending an entire evening trying to embarrass the future groom. We just try to send him off with a bang, bad pun intended. Maybe that says a lot about how both sexes view marriage. Or maybe it just says that women are, at heart, truly sadistic and men are really the fairer sex. Either way I’m glad I’m on the LifeSaver eating side of the equation.

Blogging

Posted in Me: My Favorite Subject. And Hopefully Yours Too on October 21, 2006 by themaroon

My last post reminded me that I am just way too into this whole blogging thing. When that whole cab fiasco happened I was thinking “oh well, this will make a good blog entry.” I find myself thinking about that often.

I don’t just look for blog entries either, I write them in my head as they occur. When we got back to the hotel, courtesy of the free shuttle, we were talking about blogs and Chad said “you should write an entry about our cab ride.” Little did he know it was already written, it just hadn’t been typed out yet.

Unfortunately my brain is a pretty poor hard drive. It often crashes and loses entries I spent a little time thinking up, but the best ones always make it through. Maybe that’s just my subconscious way of separating the wheat from the chaff, but either way I’m going to try to start jotting down reminders in my Treo. I’ve done that a couple times already and it seems to help.

Either way writing is pretty much the only thing I consider a hobby. Poker is a profession, and Tetris is a recent addiction. I like wine a lot, but I rarely find myself thinking of it when it isn’t in front of me so I can’t call myself a true oenophile, or a true alcoholic. Someday I aspire to become both, but for now this is pretty much all I’ve got.

This San Francisco Cab!

Posted in Adventures I Got My Dumb Ass Into on October 19, 2006 by themaroon

I think I’ve mentioned before that I hate cabs. I had that in mind as I was getting into one at the San Francisco airport yesterday but, as usual, I was trying my best to be positive. I was at the tail end of a week long vacation and had an early morning flight today, so I had driven back to the city a day early. We checked into the Marriot right by the airport, threw all of our stuff in the room, then drove the baby blue Prius we’d spent the last few days tooling around Napa in back to Fox Rent-A-Car, figuring we’d ditch it early and save ourselves time in the morning. As planned we took Fox’s shuttle back to the airport and then jumped in a cab to get us to the hotel, which was one exit further down the expressway.

The cabbie said hello and asked us where we were going and I quickly realized that that was about the extent of his English vocabulary. I told him “Marriott please,” and off we went. I was busy admiring the scenery, but after what seemed to have been at least five or ten minutes of highway driving I started wondering where we were headed. The hotel was only two miles from the airport, and I was pretty sure we’d gone at least double that distance on a road that didn’t look familiar. That’s when Chad asked him which Marriot he was taking us to. It turned out he was taking us to one in the city.

I’ll admit this one might have been my mistake. I simply assumed one of the following things were true:

  1. There was only one Marriott in San Francisco.
  2. If there was more than one Marriott in San Francisco the cab driver would have asked which one we were going to.
  3. If there was more than one Marriott in San Francisco and the cab driver didn’t ask which one we were staying at he would have defaulted to the closest one which, I also assumed, was ours since it was less than two miles away.
  4. Even if the cab driver had no idea how many Marriotts were in San Francisco the bellman who hailed the cab when I told him I wanted to go to “the Marriott” would have clarified for me, since that’s really the only reason for his existence. They aren’t there just to wave, I can do that myself. They’re there to figure out where I’m going and inform the cabbie.

But I quickly realized that all of those assumptions were false. There was more than one Marriott (no shocker), the cab driver knew that but didn’t ask which one, he defaulted to the one farthest away, and the bell man had heard Marriott and not bothered to ask which. In a bus I might have tried to compute the odds of all of those things occurring, but at that moment all I could think was “Damn, I hate cabs.”

So at that point the cab driver had two options. His first option was to get off at the nearest exit, turn around, take us to the airport Marriott, and collect a $40 cab fee, plus tip, for a trip that should have cost $10. His second option was to start yelling at us “How I know airport?!?! This San Francisco cab! This San Francisco cab!”, then proceed to call his friends on his cell phone and tell them, in Korean, about the two donkeys who didn’t specify which Marriott they wanted to go to while taking us back to the airport. Guess which option he chose. And before you place your wager keep in mind what I told Chad when we were back at the hotel, which is that it typically isn’t a lifetime of good decision making that leads one to a career in the cab industry.

So we headed back to the airport with him alternately talking on the cell phone and screaming something incomprehensible at us. His phone conversation was hilarious. It sounded something like “dai hoc hong wen Marriott ching chow chun San Francisco, choo chong ching Marriott.” I mean, if you’re going to make fun of us with your friends at least try to hide “Marriott” by using whatever is Korean for hotel.

That’s when I got pissed. Up until that point, despite my hatred for cabs, bell men who don’t do their job, and people who live and work in a country and don’t even passably speak its language, I was willing to foot the bill because in the end it was my fault. I should have just said “airport Marriott please”. I was going to just pay whatever cab fare was necessary to get me back to the hotel and be annoyed about it until the morning, when I discovered that my brand new $500 pair of headphones was missing and had something far worse to be annoyed about. But when the cabbie started ridiculing us in a foreign language and then yelling at us all bets were off.

At that point I decided to egg him on a little. I asked him why he didn’t ask us which Marriott. He said again “This San Francisco cab! This San Francisco cab!” I wasn’t really sure what he meant. Did he think that I thought it was a Boston cab or something? Of course it was a San Francisco cab, I got it at the San Francisco airport. What else would it be? I asked him what he meant but his response wasn’t even vaguely intelligible. I told him that he should have asked us which Marriott and that that was standard practice in the cab industry, and again his response was excited but entirely unintelligible.

So we got back to the airport and he started complaining to the bell man. The bell man was also Asian but obviously not Korean (I suspect Japanese) and spoke English with only a slight accent so he couldn’t understand the cab driver any better than we could. I was actually glad for that, the fact that he was asking what was going on made me think he had some sort of decision making ability and if he was fluent in Korean I wouldn’t have liked our chances much. But he seemed just as annoyed at the cabbie as I was, maybe more so because he had, at some point in his life, apparently done the only sensible thing and learned to speak English, which I can’t imagine is easy for someone whose native tongue is entirely different. I hated French class, and half of the words are at least almost the same as their English equivalents, so I couldn’t imagine learning a language where none of the words were the same. But I know that if I ever move to a country that speaks a different language I will learn it and despise those who don’t bother to even more than I do now.

So the bellman promptly shut the front passenger door, mid-sentence (and when he did that I knew we had won), and came back to ask us what happened. We told him and he said that the Marriott we wanted was in Burlingame. I asked him how we were supposed to know that and told him that in any other city the cabbie would ask “which Marriott?” If it wasn’t for the fact that he was obviously going to side with us I would have pointed out that it was his job to prevent that sort of mess, but it since he was in our corner it didn’t seem prudent. He seemed to grudgingly accept our argument that the cabbie should have asked, which was good because it turned out that part of his job apparently was to resolve disputes between customers and cab drivers. The cabbie asked him what to do about the $45 fare and the bellman told him with a shrug that he was going to have to eat it. I was rather happy about that because at that point there was no way in hell I was paying that driver a cent. I would have spent all night complaining to whoever was in charge about how rude he had been to us if I had to, just on general principle, but I would have suffered just about anything short of a night in jail before giving him the fare. And while I would have gotten some sick pleasure in trying my best to get the driver fired I really just wanted to get back to the room and play some Tetris on my DS.

After the bellman absolved us of payment he told us that there was a Marriott shuttle just one level above where we were standing so we hopped the free bus back to the hotel. And you better believe the first question we asked when we got on the shuttle was “is this going to the airport Marriott?”