Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Witness A Miracle..
I don't know where this took place, but it obviously went way over their heads. Sadly at the end not many applause. I would have gave a standing ovation. You go girl!
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Truth In Advertising...
You know what burns me up? How fast food is advertised to look like a work of art, and the actual product is a bit less spectacular. For example, the Burger King Whopper. The photo to the right was taken straight from the Burger King website. It looks like the most appetizing burger ever made! Don't get me wrong. I love the whopper. I just don't understand how a company can advertise a product, and when you get to the location, you receive (technically) a completely different product. What if General Motors advertised the 2010 Camaro with a photo of the car in immaculate condition, made you pay for it before you saw it, then delivered to you a slightly less 
desirable looking car? And what gets me is this practice by fast food restaurants is accepted by almost everyone. When I bring it up, people say "well you just can't expect it to look like the picture." I don't accept that. The photo to the left is of an actual Whopper received by a customer. I would still eat it and enjoy it. I just resent the fact that the company can insult my intellect, and do it with a smile.The same is true at McDonald's. And yes, I love McDonald's, but the Big Mac has the same
attributes that can not be delivered as promised. The photo to the right is straight from the McDonald's website. I think years ago, when I was a kid, the Big Mac actually looked like the photo. Or maybe it is just a glitch in my memory. Most kids at that time held McDonald's in high regard. Get an "A" on your report card, and you got a free cheeseburger! I think my brother Jerry and I walked nearly 3 miles to redeem our report cards for 1 cheeseburger each. Once again, the actual product received by a McDonald's customer is shown below. I still eat them, but I am disappointed.
Not to be outdone, Long John Silver's seafood restaurants piss me off too. Not because of the quality of the end product, but the deceptive practice of making look like the meals will feed (and satisfy) a hungry adult. I ordered some type of combo meal a while ago, I received my food and stood there waiting for the employee to serve up the rest of the meal. When the server pointed out that that was the entire meal, I pointed out that I was a grown man and $5 should at least put a dent in my appetite. He didn't get it, he just looked at me like I was minutes from being on CNN.
Oh well, I am sure nothing can be done and I will continue to eat at all of the above fine food establishments. I just wanted to air my beef...
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Sungha Jung Plays Jason Mraz I'm Yours Acoustic
Monday, February 16, 2009
Bank Door Etiquette...
Like many banks, my bank has adopted a new security protocol. You can go in the first set of doors but you have to wait at the inside doors to be buzzed in. That is not all bad, but now you have to remove your hat and sunglasses (and keep them off) before you are allowed in. Like a good boy, I play along even though I have been banking there for 6 years and everyone knows me by first name basis. I know they are only "following the rules", but I always wear a baseball cap and sometimes I have on my prescription sunglasses and I can't see worth a crap without them.
What gets my goat here is the logic of the overall picture as viewed by the layman (me). The whole theory is I assume to prevent robbery. If that is the case, who cares who comes in? The problem is who is getting out! So how can they tell whether they are letting in a prospective robber? Only by the politically incorrect stereotyping could they prevent a robbery by keeping a robber out. I will give them the benefit of the doubt here and hope that they are really just trying to get a good photo of the alleged perpetrator by slowing patrons down at the door.
And what do you do if there is someone right behind you waiting to get in too? Are you polite and hold the door for them or are you supposed to slam it behind you so they can get the third degree too? What if in your opinion they look really suspicious, or what if THEY rob the bank, are you an accessory? Or worse yet, I really am the one that looks suspicious that you are letting in behind you. I would never rob the bank, but my humorous disposition put in this uncomfortable position does not help.
Ok, here is my solution. Let anyone and everyone come in the way they used to. After all we are all innocent until we actually rob the bank. Where the security needs to be, is on the way out. Most banks have double sets of doors to exit the building, put the locks on both sets and trap the robber between the doors on the way out. Yes, you would have to use bullet proof glass on the exits, or better yet, use ricochet glass (my invention). So if the robber fired his gun to break the glass, the bullet would keep bouncing around until it hit him. You could even use photosensitive glass so once trapped, flip the switch and he couldn't see anything. (and the law abiding citizens wouldn't have to watch him suffer after he shot himself from the ricochet glass). Or once he is trapped between the doors, a really strong vacuum comes from the ceiling and sucks all the money back from him.
Ok, I don't have all the answers, I just think it is stupid and inconvenient to keep people from getting INTO a bank, when what we are trying to do is keep a robber from LEAVING. There has got to be a better way.
What gets my goat here is the logic of the overall picture as viewed by the layman (me). The whole theory is I assume to prevent robbery. If that is the case, who cares who comes in? The problem is who is getting out! So how can they tell whether they are letting in a prospective robber? Only by the politically incorrect stereotyping could they prevent a robbery by keeping a robber out. I will give them the benefit of the doubt here and hope that they are really just trying to get a good photo of the alleged perpetrator by slowing patrons down at the door.
And what do you do if there is someone right behind you waiting to get in too? Are you polite and hold the door for them or are you supposed to slam it behind you so they can get the third degree too? What if in your opinion they look really suspicious, or what if THEY rob the bank, are you an accessory? Or worse yet, I really am the one that looks suspicious that you are letting in behind you. I would never rob the bank, but my humorous disposition put in this uncomfortable position does not help.
Ok, here is my solution. Let anyone and everyone come in the way they used to. After all we are all innocent until we actually rob the bank. Where the security needs to be, is on the way out. Most banks have double sets of doors to exit the building, put the locks on both sets and trap the robber between the doors on the way out. Yes, you would have to use bullet proof glass on the exits, or better yet, use ricochet glass (my invention). So if the robber fired his gun to break the glass, the bullet would keep bouncing around until it hit him. You could even use photosensitive glass so once trapped, flip the switch and he couldn't see anything. (and the law abiding citizens wouldn't have to watch him suffer after he shot himself from the ricochet glass). Or once he is trapped between the doors, a really strong vacuum comes from the ceiling and sucks all the money back from him.
Ok, I don't have all the answers, I just think it is stupid and inconvenient to keep people from getting INTO a bank, when what we are trying to do is keep a robber from LEAVING. There has got to be a better way.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Seven Signs Of Spring...
I really hate the northern Indiana winters. I have to admit this one is going by pretty fast though. I think it is because I have developed a new strategy; sleep. That's right, every opportunity I get, I just sleep. My theory is, that I will wake up and it will be spring. At least I am really not missing anything to speak of. I am getting fatter, but by golly when spring is really truly officially here, I will get on my bicycle and work it all off.
And the whole Punksatonny (intentionally misspelled) Phil thing is retarded. Who thought that whole thing up? We have the latest meteorological technology, and we rely on a rodent to give us the scoop? I don't get it anyway, if he sees his shadow, then we have 6 more weeks of winter? That would have meant the sun was out, right? Anyhow, I need to think of some stupid tradition like that, never mind, it wouldn't stick.
Being the eternal optimistic (can you tell?), I have seen the signs, and spring IS here regardless what the rat says. Here are the 7 signs spring is here already.
1. I saw a flock of high altitude geese. Yeah, they were flying kind of southeast, but I assume they must have just arrived at their destination. They surely couldn't be leaving, right?
2. Jimmie-Mac at work claims he saw a Robin. That is good enough for me.
3. A lady my wife knows saw a cutworm crawling across the road. I would not be able to recognize a cutworm, but I assume that if this lady can identify a cutworm, she must be an authority and I trust her completely.
4. It got up to like 62 degrees several days ago with an inch of hard rain. The Pineapple Express blew the warm weather here from the south. It melted all the snow.
5. 4311 heating degree days so far this year. That is some complicated formula that has to do with the temperature. I don't have a clue how it works, but according to THIS, the average for now is 4169, so we are 152 ahead. That has to mean something.
6. I saw a Mallard. One of those ring-necked green-headed full fledged duck! I looked it up on the internet to get their migratory patterns and all I got was this sob story about how SOME of them migrate and if you see one in February in Indiana, it is probably on it's way somewhere else. All I know is I haven't seen this guy around, and that is good enough for me.
7. Our daffodils poked their head out of the ground already. The ones nearest the house are over an inch tall. They have been around for thousands of years. Who am I to argue with them?
There you go, you heard it here first from Punksatownie Jim!
And the whole Punksatonny (intentionally misspelled) Phil thing is retarded. Who thought that whole thing up? We have the latest meteorological technology, and we rely on a rodent to give us the scoop? I don't get it anyway, if he sees his shadow, then we have 6 more weeks of winter? That would have meant the sun was out, right? Anyhow, I need to think of some stupid tradition like that, never mind, it wouldn't stick.
Being the eternal optimistic (can you tell?), I have seen the signs, and spring IS here regardless what the rat says. Here are the 7 signs spring is here already.
1. I saw a flock of high altitude geese. Yeah, they were flying kind of southeast, but I assume they must have just arrived at their destination. They surely couldn't be leaving, right?
2. Jimmie-Mac at work claims he saw a Robin. That is good enough for me.
3. A lady my wife knows saw a cutworm crawling across the road. I would not be able to recognize a cutworm, but I assume that if this lady can identify a cutworm, she must be an authority and I trust her completely.
4. It got up to like 62 degrees several days ago with an inch of hard rain. The Pineapple Express blew the warm weather here from the south. It melted all the snow.
5. 4311 heating degree days so far this year. That is some complicated formula that has to do with the temperature. I don't have a clue how it works, but according to THIS, the average for now is 4169, so we are 152 ahead. That has to mean something.
6. I saw a Mallard. One of those ring-necked green-headed full fledged duck! I looked it up on the internet to get their migratory patterns and all I got was this sob story about how SOME of them migrate and if you see one in February in Indiana, it is probably on it's way somewhere else. All I know is I haven't seen this guy around, and that is good enough for me.
7. Our daffodils poked their head out of the ground already. The ones nearest the house are over an inch tall. They have been around for thousands of years. Who am I to argue with them?
There you go, you heard it here first from Punksatownie Jim!
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