Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Forget those blankety-blank Snakes!!!

We got blankety-blank iPods on this blankety-blank Plane!!!

Now if you don't want to read the first two posts (pt I & pt II of the story) in that thread, I'll make a long story short. I know, I know, normally I make a long story even longer, so yes, this goes against my very nature.

Long story short.

US guy onna Plane onna trip to Ottawa goes to the toilet and accidentally drops his iPod in the bowl. He says he didn't realize it at the time so he flushed as per usual, washed his hands, then went back to his seat.

But the iPod didn't flush.

A minute or so later the guy hears one Stewardess talking to the other about there being something in the toilet stopping it from flushing, and maybe if they run some water they can clear it.

All embarrassed, thinking it's something he "did" in the toilet, the guy tries to act nonchalant by hooking up his iPod and tuning everything out...but his iPod is not on his belt, or in his pocket, or in his carry-on. The guy puts 2 & 2 together and realizes where his iPod is and what's blocking the toilet that has the Stewardesses all concerned.

He approaches one of the Stewardesses and informs her that he thinks he dropped his iPod in the toilet, so there's no need to call TSA or anything like that. The Stewardess tells him they already have. They offer their condolences, tell him it's unfortunate, etc. so the guy goes back to his seat and tries to act normal for a passenger whose actions have required that TSA be called.

Shortly before landing in Ottawa the pilot panics the passengers by announcing over the intercom that they've found a suspicious object in the toilet, and when their plane lands it's met by police & customs officers.

Acting on advice from the Stewardesses the guy gets off the plane last and tells a nearby Police Officer that the object is his iPod which fell into the toilet. The Cop takes down his name & license number but doesn't separate him from the passengers, instead everyone is taken to a hangar where they wait some more.

Finally the police announce that a table is being set up and everyone needs to form a line because every single passenger will be interviewed and asked for ID, etc. Our guy lines up but is taken away from his fellow passengers, frisked and subject to a more thorough interview, which included having the hard drive of his iMac searched for "child pornography, hate speech" etc.

The interviewers had a field day when they discovered that this out-of-work online gamer (he's a programmer who is "between jobs" after leaving Amazon.com) was there in Canada to meet a girl from his World of Warcraft guild, in other words, someone he met...online!!! Ooohhh!!! Very suspicious!!!

For five hours our guy and almost every other passenger were detained and questioned over an iPod in the toilet.

Should our guy have been questioned? Yeah, he should have. For 5-hours? Long after the bomb squad had examined his iPod and determined it was nothing more than an iPod? That in itself is questionable.

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Cheating to Win

February 1981 was a dark month for the Australian Cricket Team.

On February 1st, in a one-day match (as opposed to a five-day test) between Australia and New Zealand, the game came down to the final ball of the day with the Kiwis needing a six just to tie the Australian's score of 235 runs. A tied game is just that; there is no overtime, the game is declared a tie. As it is impossible to score seven runs off a single delivery the Kiwis really had little chance of victory. Their only real chance lay in the final ball being declared a No Ball or a Wide, in which case the Kiwis would score a single run, and the bowler would be required to bowl another "final ball". The Kiwi batsman would then need to hit this new "final ball" ball almost 100 metres over the boundary fence, on the full. The Cricket equivalent of a Home Run.

In Cricket the Tail End batters are usually the team's bowlers, and are notoriously poor hitters, and the chances of a tail ender hitting a six are fairly slim. There are exceptions. The West Indies team has on occasion fielded a team where almost everyone could be considered a decent batsman. The Aussies themselves have had some big hitting Tail Enders, like Rod Marsh and Shane Warne, who rarely scored big but could usually be counted on to hit a couple of boundaries and maybe a six or two, before going out.

So the chances of the Kiwi batter hitting a six and even tying up the match were very slim.

The Aussie Captain, Ian Chappell, then made what could be considered the greatest mistake of his career. He ordered the Australian bowler, who just happened to be his younger brother, Trevor, to bowl his final ball underarm, which Trevor agreed to do. While slower than a regular over-the-shoulder delivery, the low height of the underarm delivery essentially denied the Kiwi batter any chance at all of hitting a six. Both Australians and New Zealanders were disgusted at the Aussie Cricket Team's actions and the rules of Cricket were shortly rewritten to prevent the underarm delivery from being used unless both Captains agreed beforehand.

The underarm ball was in the rules because it was de rigueur when cricket was first created. Today's over-the-shoulder method, in fact any method where the delivery arm was raised higher than the waist, was severely frowned upon.

It was in the rules. It was considered an acceptable method of bowling. The umpires were aware of Ian's orders to his brother and even informed the Kiwi batsman that the delivery would be underarm. Regardless, it just wasn't cricket. It was unsportsmanlike, and the rules were changed to prevent such low tactics being used in the future.

There was an article in a recent Sports Illustrated about a Little League Championship Match between two teams of nine & ten-year old boys. It's the bottom of the ninth. The batting team is down by one with two outs, but they have a runner on third and their biggest hitter is at the plate. The coach of the fielding team then gave his pitcher orders to walk the big hitter, because waiting behind him was their opponent's weakest hitter. The big hitter got walked, the weak hitter struck out, parents screamed, and the coaching staff almost came to blows. It was a strategic move and one commonly used in the Major Leagues, but these weren't professional adult players, these were little leaguers. Nine and ten year old boys. Learning the hard way how the game is played.

The author of the article stated that walking a batter, even a big hitter, has no place in a Little League game. I would argue that walking a batter has no place in any game, period. I hate seeing a big hitter get walked (unless it's Barry Bonds, they can walk that steroid abusing cheater until he retires and I'll cheer the whole time), I hate seeing a QB kneel down and run the clock out, I hate seeing basketball players deliberately foul a poor free throw shooter when the game is down to the wire (even if it's Shaq).

All of these actions are within the rules, just like bowling underarm, and just like Trevor Chappell's infamous delivery they're all unsportsmanlike. Using the rules to deprive your opponent of even the smallest chance of victory is cheating in my books. One day I'll need to talk to my son about my feelings on this.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

People unclear on the concept

An elderly Jewish gentleman marries a much younger woman, but no matter what the husband does sexually, his young wife never achieves an orgasm.

Since a Jewish wife is entitled to sexual pleasure, they approach their rabbi and ask his advice. The rabbi listens to their story, strokes his beard, and makes the following suggestion:

"Hire a strapping young man, and while the two of you are making love, have the young man wave a towel over you. That will help the wife fantasize and bring on an orgasm."

So they go home and follow the rabbi's advice. They hire a handsome young man and he waves a towel over them as they make love, but it doesn't help and the young wife is still unsatisfied. They return to the rabbi and he says, "Let's try it reversed. Have the young man make love to your wife while you wave the towel over them."

Once again, they follow the rabbi's advice. The young man gets into bed with the wife while the husband stands over them waving the towel. The young man goes to work with great enthusiasm and the wife soon has an enormous, room-shaking, earsplitting orgasm.

The elderly husband smiles triumphantly at the young man and says to him, "You see, you young schmuck? That's how you wave a towel!"

Friday, August 18, 2006

My daughter has no say in it

This is the song that will be played at her wedding reception during the daddy-daughter dance.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

A real WTF!?!?!?

I was driving home from the Bus Station today and there was this sort of annoying sound coming from the radio. It was on, and tuned into my favorite station, Country 93.9 KZLA...but...that wasn't country music I was hearing. So I turned it up a bit and there was Ace of Base singing their one-hit wonder "I saw the sign."

Um...ok...I kind of like that song, it's catchy, and it's a dance song from my party days...but it's not Country by any stretch.

As I pulled into the driveway Nelly was telling me it's getting hot in here so I should take off all my clothes. No thanks, Nelly, I don't swing that way...and WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING ON MY COUNTRY STATION?!?!?!

Now my radio has been playing up recently. It would cut out then return on its own agenda. Sometimes we would even switch stations but to no avail. If we were listening to KROQ, it didn't matter which button we tried or what frequency the display showed, we continued listening to KROQ.

So I got inside and turned on the stereo in our family room, and there was Nelly, on 93.9, repeating how hot it was.

I went to KZLA's website but the information there was rather ambiguous. I called them but their 800 number was engaged, and their business line wasn't being answered. It wasn't until I emailed their Program Director and immediately got an Out of Office auto-reply that my fears were confirmed.

93.9 is no longer Country but has become Rhythmic A/C, whatever that means.

Actually I know what it means. It means it's time for the Cap'n to get cliche, chew some gum and kick some arses, and the Cap'n is all out of gum.

I need Country music and I need it NOW, DAMMIT!

Monday, August 14, 2006

WTF ? ? ?

Well not really WTF situations, more just random thoughts, but WTF is so much more attention grabbing :)

We'll start off with a real WTF though.
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"Somebody told me that you had a boyfriend who looks like a girlfriend that I had in February..."
WTF kind of lyrics are these? Is someone's boyfriend/girlfriend a cross dresser? These are the kind of lyrics that generate discussions along the lines of:
"WTF kind of lyrics are these?"
"You just don't understand them."
"You're right, I don't. So explain them to me."
"You wouldn't understand them anyway."
"Noo, that just means you don't understand them either."
"I understand them, I just can't explain them to you because you wouldn't understand them."
"That means you don't understand them."
"I do understand them!"
"So explain them to me."
"You wouldn't understand them."
"WTF EVER!!!"
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After making a purchase, when you get your change do you like the notes/bills to be a certain way, and do you rearrange them so they're all facing the same way and sorted by value? Or do you just stuff the wad of crumpled up notes into your purse/wallet?
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What time do you wait to call the cops to report your neighbors for partying too hard & too loud? 10pm? 11pm? Midnight? This is if you don't know your neighbors well enough to get invited to said party, or don't know which of the ignorant SOBs is blasting crappy dance music with way too much bass until 1am Sunday morning.
Is it ok to tell the cops you think you heard gun shots and screaming?
Don't say you did, just say you think you did.
"I don't know, it sounded like gun shots...maybe it was their TV."
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People who make a left turn from the middle of the road (driving US style, adapt to country of residence) and block you from going past on their right. People who sit in the left lane and don't turn on their turn signal until after they get a green light so you're now stuck behind them while they wait for oncoming traffic. Oncoming drivers who turn left (or right) without using their turn signal so you yield to them thinking they're going straight ahead. People in front of you making a left turn at a light (with their turn signal on) who never pull into the intersection until after the light has changed so you're forced to wait for the next green. People waiting to make a right who "yield" to the pedestrian who needs to cross 6 lanes of traffic before he'd be impeded by their vehicle.
Is it justifiable to shoot any or all of these drivers?
Actually you can get a ticket (here in the U.S.) for not yielding to a Ped even if they just stepped onto the road and it will take them 20 seconds to get to your location.
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"Compact Space Only" - Is it ok to open your door into the side of the SUV shoe-horned into the "Compact" space next to your car? How many times is it permissible to do this? Should "Compact Only" Parking Structures have low entrances that prevent a vehicle taller than 6-feet from entering? Should this be clearly marked, or should it be up to the driver to obey the "Compact Only" sign? Is it ok to wait for the driver of the SUV and taser him when he finally returns? What if it's a soccer mom, is it ok to taser her and the kids? Or just her?

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

My kids freak me out

by doing exactly what I did when I was their age.

A couple of years back I was talking to my Dad on the phone when JE ran across the sofa. He ran across the cushions, but not in the middle of the sofa, he ran across the front of the cushions, where your knees go. Now it's only a 1-foot drop to the floor but it was a wooden floor (maybe even slate, it was at a relative's house on the other side of the country, so I've only ever been there once) and JE was young and fragile and my startled exclamation made my Dad laugh because he knew JE had done something I would have done at his age.

As the wheel turns.

Our daughter, who's not even two, has taken to pushing her small chairs across the floor to our desks and then climbs up to stand on them. This freaks me out as well!

I know a lot of kids break bones playing and just being kids...but I don't want the kids with broken bones to be my kids! I was bad enough as a child and I have the scars to prove it.

Kids, please, just calm down and sit down here in the middle of the floor in this nice, padded room, far away from anything harmful...now stay there for the next 20 years.

Thank you. I feel much better.

Monday, August 07, 2006

Shaving

I doubt it's just me, maybe it is, but I doubt it. When I shave with my electric razor at work I almost always shave my neck and the sides of my face first, leaving the obligatory goatee, one of which I had for a few years. Then I'll shave my chin, leaving a mustache, which gets shaved off last. Sometimes I'll shave the mustache first, leaving a chin-only goatee.

I think I look good with a goatee, a little hard even, especially with my old goatee which at its longest made me look a little like Jim "The Anvil" Neidhart. Pictures are not currently available :P

I don't think I look so good with a mustache.

Friday, August 04, 2006

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Gay Pride

Offer them coffee, and they ask for mud

We had a rather fun "welcome to the new office" meeting yesterday afternoon. It was established that everyone and not just the chiefs & big-wigs will receive key card access to all doors, which was met with a resounding cheer. Previously we'd been forced to come in the front door only, yet we could leave the office by any door. The big-wigs, on the other hand, can come and go as they please.

One Inspector also enquired as to why we couldn't have our drip-filter coffee pot in the new breakroom. Our Bureau Chief asked why we didn't have it. Confusion reigned for a minute as everyone thought everyone else had said NO to the pot, then the Bureau Chief said if we had it, it was fine by him if we set it up. Keep in mind we already have a Keurig machine which makes a freshly brewed 8oz cup of coffee, in the flavor and strength of your choice, whenever you want it, but some people still want the coffee from the pot.

As soon as the meeting was over I located the pot, placed it on the counter next to our Keurig machine, plugged it in, and walked away. In the cupboard above the pot is the grinder, coffee beans and filters, and while I might be in charge of the Keurig machine (ordering supplies, paying bills, etc), I was not the one who brought up the coffee pot topic. I don't want the thing, and I'll be damned if I'm spending half my day making coffee for people. Plus I've been cutting way back on my coffee consumption, some days I don't even have a single cup, so I'm not making 10 pots of coffee a day for other people to drink. It's not in my job description, and until the Bureau Chief tells me I have to do it, I'm not doing it.

This morning the Inspector who spoke up in the meeting stopped by my desk and said to me with a grin that he bet I was glad I had the coffee pot back, just one more thing to take care of.

No, I said, with an equally large shit-eating grin on my face.

You're not going to make the coffee, he asked.

No, I replied, still grinning like a lunatic. If people want coffee from the pot I'm sure someone will make it, I told him.

Like R! the Inspector said, equally happy that "someone else" would be making the coffee.

Now R! might make a pot or two here and there, I thought, but even R! is not going to be happy, or willing, to make every single pot of coffee.

If people want drop filtered coffee instead of hi-tech freshly brewed coffee, they can make it themselves. Mwah hah ha!

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Jumping on the band wagon...NOT!!!

Mel Gibson got a little bit drunk, drove his car a little bit fast, then made a few racist /antisemitic comments. Why do we care? Because he's Mel Gibson! If I did the same thing, would you care? No, but then I'm not Mel Gibson. I'm also not Naveed Afzal Haq.

Mel just made a few inappropriate comments while under the influence, not unlike a lot of people when they get drunk. I know I've done it, if you've been plastered before you probably have too. But Naveed...he did a whole lot more than make a few inappropriate comments. No prizes for guessing who received more attention from the Press though.

Paul Hogan gave an interview a few years back, after he left Australia and traded in his wife of 30+ years for a younger model. Hoges copped a lot of flack from the Aussies over that, and in this one particular interview he said something along the lines of how his actions hadn't changed the way people perceived him. He said he'd always had his knockers (not boobs but detractors & critics) and they'd always been looking for something to hold against him. Those people had never liked him, and his leaving Noelene for Linda was just another reason for them to rag on him. Hoges said his real fans, the people who loved him, they understood that not all marriages last so his leaving Noelene for Linda was no big deal.

Back to Mel Gibson. How do I feel about Mel making antisemitic comments? I don't really care either way. When Liz told me what had happened I shook my head and said "Aah, Mel." and that was it. If you loved Mel before this, you probably still love him, and maybe even feel a little sad for him. If you hated Mel, then this is just more anti-Mel ammunition for you. If you, like me, don't really care either way, you probably still don't care either way. After all, he's only Mel Gibson.