Thursday, June 30, 2005
Rumor has it that the entertainment in this establishment features exposed mammary glands, and as you might expect, this has upset a few people. The epicenter of the protests seems to be the Catholic church about two miles down the highway. Their main tactics seem to be picketing Friday and Saturday nights (they bring folding lawn chairs), and putting up messages on the sign outside their church. They changed the reader board today to read "Child molestation is an illness, and topless bars help the virus."
Whether or not that particular claim has merit, I'm guessing that no one on the Sign Message Committee there took a second to think that, at this particular moment, a Catholic church might not exactly have the moral high ground in a discussion of what promotes child molestation. The establishment's proprietors glommed on to this last weekend with their counterprotest sign, "Priests molest children" staked into the parking lot planter.
It's pretty much like watching the fox and the weasel argue over who raids the henhouse. Sure, the irony is amusing, but it doesn't do anything to keep the chickens safe.
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
I'm looking for one thing in his speech tonight. All I want is some sort of assurance that, somewhere in the bowels of the administration, they have some intention of eventually withdrawing from Iraq. Right now, I'm not convinced they do, and I just want to be told I am wrong. I know we'll never weasel a date out of them, or even a broad time frame, but can't he at least tell us that we aren't going to be over there forever?
On a fundamental level, I find it distasteful that my standards have sunk so low. Used to be that in wars, the public knew what the overall objective was. Creation of a government independent of the (former) colonial mother country, conquering territory, quashing a rebellion, defeating a dictator, etc. However noble or ignoble the purpose for the war was, there was some collective agreement as to the sign that the war's objective had been accomplished. This time around, I've given up knowing for myself what that sign is, and I'm resigned to knowing that the commanders know what it is and intend to stop when, whatever that is, it happens. It might also be nice to know that they are pursuing the eventual accomplishment of the objective, but let's not expect too much here.
No wonder I'm having a harder time than usual getting worked up about Independence Day.
Monday, June 27, 2005
Which brings me to my point for the day. If you initiate contact with a business to get information about their products or services, just assume that they intend to use any information you give them. Most businesses have neither the time nor the inclination to collect your contact information just for the sheer joy they get from having it. If you give them your address, assume you will be put on their mailing list. If you provide a phone number, assume they will give you a follow up call. If you give an email address, expect an email or two from them. In short, if you do not want people to call you, don't give them your phone number. Just because there is a line for something, that does not mean that you have to put something on that line.
Okay. Rant over.
Sunday, June 26, 2005
Thursday, June 23, 2005
The article also states:
Before her family went to sleep that night, Gill says, she promised her children Â ages 1, 5 and 11 Â that they'd have a minivan, a shopping spree, a savings account and a home with a back yard.
"What hurts me is they were going to get me in front of my children, all dressed up, and hand me a candy bar, after all those promises I made to them," she told the Lexington Herald-Leader. "You just don't do that to people."
Again, as much as I want to feel for this woman for having been taken in by a radio contest, I can't help wondering how she thinks $100,000 will buy a minivan, home with back yard, and a shopping spree with enough left over for a savings account.
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Granted, when I was first learning the clarinet in the fifth grade, my father compared it rather unfavorably to a goose call, so there is an argument to be made that a beginner's clarinet may be animal-related merchandise. However, to my knowledge, woodwinds are generally not considered pet supplies. However, I will defer to any musicians out there (ahem, you know who you are) to correct me if I am mistaken.
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Saturday, June 18, 2005
Doubtless, there are hundreds of other people hoarding their posters in hopes of fetching a nice chunk of change after the promo is over. A message to them: ain't going to happen. There are too many of you out there hoarding for your stashes to be worth much of anything. Having a collection is nice, but investments are why they invented the Roth IRA.
And, yes, we'll be going tonight. I bought the tickets and got the poster yesterday. This only makes three times we've seen Episode III since it opened.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Saturday, June 11, 2005
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
When a blog entry starts like that, you can guarantee the tale does not end well. Actually, it does not even begin well. In short, I now hold the store's land speed record for fastest breakage of china, though not the most expensive breakage incident. The fourth thing I picked up, a $35 green saucer, flew right out of my hand and slammed edge-on into a metal mixing bowl, taking a hefty chip out of the side of the saucer.
This is why I own Melmac dishes.
Monday, June 06, 2005
GMAC gave a mock written driver's exam to drivers around the country, and one in 10 failed, which extrapolates out to about 20 million people on the road who have no idea what they are doing there. Oregon drivers ranked #1 with an average score of 89%, and only 1-3% failed the test. Granted, that may just mean most know when they are violating traffic laws.
Some states I know some of you will be interested in:
Delaware: 3-way tie for 35
The full list of rankings is here.
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Here's one for the "That takes chutzpah" file. On my first day of work, a high school kid came in inquiring about potential summer employment. The manager brushed her off with something about not hiring under-18-year-olds because the store also sells alcohol. That is true, as is the fact that the store does not generally hire summer help anyway. However, the big strike against her is that she came in to a gourmet coffee roaster carrying some sort of Starbucks beverage. That's roughly equivalent to going to Chanel for a job wearing the latest trends from Target. They don't hold it against me that I still brew Starbucks coffee in the morning at home, only because I'm drinking through the eight pounds I bought before I knew any better.