Friday, October 10, 2008
Love songs
What I have for my loyal listeners this week is perhaps the most awkward love songs ever imagined. I'll have to listen to the show again to remember exactly what I picked, but I remember that if I was the recipient of those songs, I would feel a little odd.
Friday, October 3, 2008
boybands
this week's show is a tribute to the boyband. You may have to fiddle with the URL to get the right show. Change the 38 to a 39 and you'll be fine
Sunday, September 28, 2008
PAY ATTENTION TO ME
It is absolutely stifling. The world is so big and so connected these days, but are we getting closer? No, we're more distant than ever. The hundreds of people we keep in touch with are all but fleeting glimpses of the full body. We as a people see less and less of the whole as our attention spans dwindle into nothing. And yet, with all of the people, all of the two hundred fifty plus people I am connected with, how many see this? How many see me? How many people do you even know? Not are acquainted with, but how many people do you know?
We all want attention, but instead of getting any quality attention from the people who mean the most, we get fast hellos and goodbyes in a blink. The only way we seem to be able to establish who means most is through memes and chain e-mails that say "forward this and anyone who sends it back is your true friend."
We've been given this amazing tool, this interconnectedness that has granted a well of knowledge and voices. But have you ever noticed that you feel loneliest when you're surrounded? Spend a day in the city, in New York or LA or Boston or Chicago and see how many people notice you. Now live there. Now connect all of those cities and everywhere in between. You know how many people are out there and could be paying attention to you, how many people that used to be important that paid attention to you before. Compare that to how many people actually are. You can have a few deep ones or many shallow ones. You can't have everything, and unless you are truly special, nobody will notice at all.
We all want attention, but instead of getting any quality attention from the people who mean the most, we get fast hellos and goodbyes in a blink. The only way we seem to be able to establish who means most is through memes and chain e-mails that say "forward this and anyone who sends it back is your true friend."
We've been given this amazing tool, this interconnectedness that has granted a well of knowledge and voices. But have you ever noticed that you feel loneliest when you're surrounded? Spend a day in the city, in New York or LA or Boston or Chicago and see how many people notice you. Now live there. Now connect all of those cities and everywhere in between. You know how many people are out there and could be paying attention to you, how many people that used to be important that paid attention to you before. Compare that to how many people actually are. You can have a few deep ones or many shallow ones. You can't have everything, and unless you are truly special, nobody will notice at all.
I love hippies and environmentalist fundementalists
You gotta love hippies. I don't mean the drug taking sexaholics from the 60's. I am going to use the word HIPPY here as a derogatory term meaning "environmentalist idiot wHo has no Idea of how to save the world from environmental disaster but desPite that Preconceived notion he tries hard to do it anYway". See, it's an acronym.
HIPPYs are idiots because they don't do their homework. They hear from other hippies that the world is under attack from corporations who make money from killing seals and burning down old-growth forests and will buy anything with a green logo on it.
I am going to say one thing here. I like being alive. I like the idea of having a planet for us to live on. That is why I hate HIPPYs and other such nuts.
Here are my three biggest hippy complaints, but believe me, the list goes on.
First of all is recycling. Paper or Plastic? Take your pick, neither is bad for the environment, despite what HIPPY's tell you. We'll start with paper.
Paper comes from trees, and in order to make it we have to kill trees, and that's bad for the environment. So, in order to save trees, especially those old-growth forests with owly-birds and others we need to recycle our paper and use it again. Right? WRONG! First of all, (I guess if this were an outline it would be A. 1. a. ) paper comes from paper-farms. That's right. In this country all the paper that you get that isn't recycled comes from a designated area that grows trees specifically for the use of being turned into paper, and then when that tree is cut down, another is planted right behind it. Why do we do that? BECAUSE IT'S SMART BUSINESS! and good for the environment. Paper companies would go out of business fast without paper farms because they'd run out of trees.
A. 1. b. Recycling paper is not as good as you think. Paper will naturally biodegrade and become part of the environment again. But, when you recycle it, you have to do some pretty hazardous things that are all bad for the environment. There's the sorting, the shipping (fuel costs), the de-inking chemicals, and everything else. When it comes out the other end, you've caused more damage to the environment through fuel, chemicals and general inefficiency than if you'd just cut down another tree.
The alternative to this is to use less paper. Fax less and e-mail more. Use both sides of the paper, and don't waste
A. 2 a Plastics. Wow, plastics. Plastics don't degrade, they take fuel to use, animals choke on them. Plastics must be horrible for the environment, right? Wrong again. Plastics are lightweight, meaning they take less fuel to transport and less energy to carry, 100% recyclable (remember what I said about recycling paper? ya, do the opposite for this one) and best of all, it's CHEAP.
I read an article (there I'm giving myself credibility unless I follow with the phrase "in the Landover Baptist Review, the Onion, or New York Times) in the Boston Globe (credibility established) that plastics are under attack in Seattle, that oh so eco-friendly place on that west coast. There are taxes on plastic bags and an outright ban on other plastic materials. This is ridiculous. Even though plastic is made with petrolium, it takes less fuel and oil to make a plastic bottle than a glass one. The problem with plastics is that nobody recycles them ( >_> ). Sometimes HIPPY's will accuse red states but the fact is only 12% of plastics consumed are recycled (76% of all statistics are made up on the spot. want to know if this is one? do some research) and I'm fairly certain that there are more than 3 blue states so I think everyone on all sides of the politcal spectrum are to blame (I say all sides because there is no such thing as two points of view, but that is a blog for another day.) Plastics are our friend. When we use them in planes, they help fuel efficiency. They exist in beds, phones, cars, computers, bottles, everywhere. They are affordable, durable, safe, and light. The problem is, when you're done with them, throw them out.
Wow, this is going on for a while. Ok, class dismissed. Your homework for today is to buy Season two of Penn and Teller's Bullshit and watch the episode on recycling. I'm not saying don't do it. I'm saying don't do it blindly. The moral of the story today is know your shit before you join the next protest.
Tune in next time I feel like blogging for whatever I feel like blogging. But if I ever feel like going on with this topic, the other two points I was going to make were about hybrid cars and nuclear power vs wind power vs coal.
HIPPYs are idiots because they don't do their homework. They hear from other hippies that the world is under attack from corporations who make money from killing seals and burning down old-growth forests and will buy anything with a green logo on it.
I am going to say one thing here. I like being alive. I like the idea of having a planet for us to live on. That is why I hate HIPPYs and other such nuts.
Here are my three biggest hippy complaints, but believe me, the list goes on.
First of all is recycling. Paper or Plastic? Take your pick, neither is bad for the environment, despite what HIPPY's tell you. We'll start with paper.
Paper comes from trees, and in order to make it we have to kill trees, and that's bad for the environment. So, in order to save trees, especially those old-growth forests with owly-birds and others we need to recycle our paper and use it again. Right? WRONG! First of all, (I guess if this were an outline it would be A. 1. a. ) paper comes from paper-farms. That's right. In this country all the paper that you get that isn't recycled comes from a designated area that grows trees specifically for the use of being turned into paper, and then when that tree is cut down, another is planted right behind it. Why do we do that? BECAUSE IT'S SMART BUSINESS! and good for the environment. Paper companies would go out of business fast without paper farms because they'd run out of trees.
A. 1. b. Recycling paper is not as good as you think. Paper will naturally biodegrade and become part of the environment again. But, when you recycle it, you have to do some pretty hazardous things that are all bad for the environment. There's the sorting, the shipping (fuel costs), the de-inking chemicals, and everything else. When it comes out the other end, you've caused more damage to the environment through fuel, chemicals and general inefficiency than if you'd just cut down another tree.
The alternative to this is to use less paper. Fax less and e-mail more. Use both sides of the paper, and don't waste
A. 2 a Plastics. Wow, plastics. Plastics don't degrade, they take fuel to use, animals choke on them. Plastics must be horrible for the environment, right? Wrong again. Plastics are lightweight, meaning they take less fuel to transport and less energy to carry, 100% recyclable (remember what I said about recycling paper? ya, do the opposite for this one) and best of all, it's CHEAP.
I read an article (there I'm giving myself credibility unless I follow with the phrase "in the Landover Baptist Review, the Onion, or New York Times) in the Boston Globe (credibility established) that plastics are under attack in Seattle, that oh so eco-friendly place on that west coast. There are taxes on plastic bags and an outright ban on other plastic materials. This is ridiculous. Even though plastic is made with petrolium, it takes less fuel and oil to make a plastic bottle than a glass one. The problem with plastics is that nobody recycles them ( >_> ). Sometimes HIPPY's will accuse red states but the fact is only 12% of plastics consumed are recycled (76% of all statistics are made up on the spot. want to know if this is one? do some research) and I'm fairly certain that there are more than 3 blue states so I think everyone on all sides of the politcal spectrum are to blame (I say all sides because there is no such thing as two points of view, but that is a blog for another day.) Plastics are our friend. When we use them in planes, they help fuel efficiency. They exist in beds, phones, cars, computers, bottles, everywhere. They are affordable, durable, safe, and light. The problem is, when you're done with them, throw them out.
Wow, this is going on for a while. Ok, class dismissed. Your homework for today is to buy Season two of Penn and Teller's Bullshit and watch the episode on recycling. I'm not saying don't do it. I'm saying don't do it blindly. The moral of the story today is know your shit before you join the next protest.
Tune in next time I feel like blogging for whatever I feel like blogging. But if I ever feel like going on with this topic, the other two points I was going to make were about hybrid cars and nuclear power vs wind power vs coal.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Cambridge Who's Who, Quixtar, and others who want my money
I've been approached recently by several companies, all of which want my money. I understand that, and you know what, I find I want to give them my money because that's what you're supposed to do with it, give it to other people and companies. It doesn't matter what you buy with it, only that you feel good about buying it. If that feel good comes from a meal and a house over your head great. If that feel good comes from hitting level 260 in your MMO, fantastic. If that feel good comes from shooting heroine straight into your urethra, hey, whatever works for you.
Several organizations have wanted my money recently and I'd be more than happy to give it to them, if they made me feel better about where the money was going.
Quixtar is an organization designed around buying from yourself and getting your friends and family to buy from you because nobody else in the world will pay that kind of prices for everyday items. Also, when you do, people higher up the chain get money from your sales. People making money with this quickly realize that their family isn't profitable and instead find people, like me, to sell to their friends and family instead. The process is confusing and complicated but it all starts with a pitch. That pitch is this: 90% of all the money out there is held by 10% of the people. Those people are business owners and investors. We can make you a business owner. It sounds fine and dandy until you paid your business startup fee and then you're set out there on your own with your only encouragement coming from the guy who sold you the thing in the first place, because the longer you eat this crap sandwich, the better his crap sandwich starts to taste. Misery loves company I guess. Point is I almost felt good enough to give them my money. What stopped it? When he finally told me what his company was and I googled it and the word "complaint" (aside: why isn't google in the spellchecker for Firefox yet? Firefox is in its own dictionary, google should be too.)
A quick note about Quixtar: I know people who have been involved and not made any money with this legal pyramid, but for good or for ill, it exists and some people have made money off of it, but due to the nature of the beast, only a few people can.
The next group of people who want my money, aside from bill collectors, restaurants, friends, insurance companies, and my landlord (read: mother) is Cambridge Who's Who. They got me good. I thought they'd been around forever. With a name like that, you'd think they've been around since the colonial days. Their first issue had John Adams and his patriot buddies on one cover and Sam Adams and his beer buddies on the other. They told me that the sun shined out my ass, but not really. They just asked me questions and I got to tell them that the sun shined out my ass. I felt great and I was ready to give them whatever money they wanted for their little portfolio and white-collar myspace. (damnit, myspace and facebook aren't spell-check proof yet either.) Then he asked me for upwards of a thousand dollars. I almost laughed. I'm broke as fuck (can I say fuck on the internet? Maybe I should use intercourse instead.) I'm broke as intercourse and have no available credit at this time. Too bad. I would have given them whatever they asked for, but I don't have anything to give. Seriously though, be careful about these guys, on of their selling points is they'll help your name come up higher on google searches (damn red underlines). While that may be true, because now your name has another page to associate itself with on google searches, WHO THE INTERCOURSE IS GOOGLING YOUR NAME IF THEY DON'T KNOW YOU?????
Everyone out there wants your money, and the smart ones will make you feel good about taking it from you. Do some research and don't be a tool and you should be all set.
Here are a couple of links about cambridge and quixtar
http://accrispin.blogspot.com/2007/04/victoria-strauss-beware-whos-who.html
http://www.scam.com/showthread.php?t=1651
http://www.consumeraffairs.com/online/amway.htm
I'll leave the fair and balanced part of this to Fox News.
Several organizations have wanted my money recently and I'd be more than happy to give it to them, if they made me feel better about where the money was going.
Quixtar is an organization designed around buying from yourself and getting your friends and family to buy from you because nobody else in the world will pay that kind of prices for everyday items. Also, when you do, people higher up the chain get money from your sales. People making money with this quickly realize that their family isn't profitable and instead find people, like me, to sell to their friends and family instead. The process is confusing and complicated but it all starts with a pitch. That pitch is this: 90% of all the money out there is held by 10% of the people. Those people are business owners and investors. We can make you a business owner. It sounds fine and dandy until you paid your business startup fee and then you're set out there on your own with your only encouragement coming from the guy who sold you the thing in the first place, because the longer you eat this crap sandwich, the better his crap sandwich starts to taste. Misery loves company I guess. Point is I almost felt good enough to give them my money. What stopped it? When he finally told me what his company was and I googled it and the word "complaint" (aside: why isn't google in the spellchecker for Firefox yet? Firefox is in its own dictionary, google should be too.)
A quick note about Quixtar: I know people who have been involved and not made any money with this legal pyramid, but for good or for ill, it exists and some people have made money off of it, but due to the nature of the beast, only a few people can.
The next group of people who want my money, aside from bill collectors, restaurants, friends, insurance companies, and my landlord (read: mother) is Cambridge Who's Who. They got me good. I thought they'd been around forever. With a name like that, you'd think they've been around since the colonial days. Their first issue had John Adams and his patriot buddies on one cover and Sam Adams and his beer buddies on the other. They told me that the sun shined out my ass, but not really. They just asked me questions and I got to tell them that the sun shined out my ass. I felt great and I was ready to give them whatever money they wanted for their little portfolio and white-collar myspace. (damnit, myspace and facebook aren't spell-check proof yet either.) Then he asked me for upwards of a thousand dollars. I almost laughed. I'm broke as fuck (can I say fuck on the internet? Maybe I should use intercourse instead.) I'm broke as intercourse and have no available credit at this time. Too bad. I would have given them whatever they asked for, but I don't have anything to give. Seriously though, be careful about these guys, on of their selling points is they'll help your name come up higher on google searches (damn red underlines). While that may be true, because now your name has another page to associate itself with on google searches, WHO THE INTERCOURSE IS GOOGLING YOUR NAME IF THEY DON'T KNOW YOU?????
Everyone out there wants your money, and the smart ones will make you feel good about taking it from you. Do some research and don't be a tool and you should be all set.
Here are a couple of links about cambridge and quixtar
http://accrispin.blogspot.com/2007/04/victoria-strauss-beware-whos-who.html
http://www.scam.com/showthread.php?t=1651
http://www.consumeraffairs.com/online/amway.htm
I'll leave the fair and balanced part of this to Fox News.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
New Format, not really
This week, with the help of DJ Drake I was able to have my first "call-in" show. I don't really know why I adopted the crazy accent, it just felt right. Drake called me up shortly after appearing as the Dread Pirate Nelson a few weeks back and wanted to do another show, so I obliged him :P
Drake and I do a series of back and forth calls and advice, but you probably know if you already heard it. My favorite song this week is Enormous Penis by Da Vinci's notebook.
Drake and I do a series of back and forth calls and advice, but you probably know if you already heard it. My favorite song this week is Enormous Penis by Da Vinci's notebook.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
DJ booth abducted by jerks and dicks
So this past week I wanted to bring Sunder back onto the show, but we were ambushed outside of the studio by a pair of imposters. I think they used to have a radio show in the area and they wanted to get back on the air to make their miserable lives worthwhile. Well, hopefully we won't see them again, unless they escape the local authorities.
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