I tend to get along with technology, but I must have said something wrong in the past couple days. First, I rented a copy of G.R.A.W. 2, and during a cutscene my helicopter pilot decided to fly into a mountain:
Just now, I sat down with my (admittedly craptastic) Motorola DVR from Comcast to enjoy an episode of The Riches, and the audio came out like this:
On bad days, on top of everything else I get to do at work, I get to answer the phones. Six or so times a day I get sales people cold calling to sell photocopiers, toner, document storage, office supplies, 401(k) management, and all the other awesome things a small business uses. Here are some common signs that the person who called needs none of my time.
I can hear your five hundred chattering coworkers in the background. Seriously, noise-canceling headsets can’t cost that much.
English is not your first language. I know, but it’s true. It’s bad enough when I place the call and end up talking to a “Randy” who sounds like Samir from Office Space, but when you call to ask what brand of copier we are running so you can send us toner and you have to say “photocopier” three times before it makes sense, it’s hang-up time.
You sound about 20-25 years old, but you try to affect this “holy crap I’m busy and I bet you are so just transfer me” tone in order to get to one of my bosses, whom you invariably refer to in an overly familiar way. The only people that young who sound like that as often as you do are on a trading floor or in active combat, and they don’t have much occasion to call aging real estate attorneys.
You want to “come in and introduce my company” or “see where you’re at with your document flow/management systems.” No you don’t, you want to sell me a photocopier. I don’t even know what document flow/management systems are, but talking about them sounds damned boring.
Every year, a bunch of friends and I run our own version of the Academy Awards because we’re movie dorks and the Academy always screws something up. TNMC stands for Tuesday Night Movie Club. Years ago we would go see a movie every Tuesday night at a cheap theater. That tradition is gone, but the name lives on.
Here’s the organizer’s (my friend Brian) summary and then the list of winners after the break.
Nice work guys. Really. The Departed barely squeaked out a win, taking home picture and director and tied for the most awards with SIX. Children of Men also took home six categories and Pan’s Labyrinth landed five big awards. The other big winners on the day were Brick and Little Miss Sunshine with three awards a piece. The big shut out was Iwo Jima, which had ten nominations but no wins. Thanks for playing and I hope you had fun…once again, I think we did a better job than the Academy will on Sunday and that’s pretty cool…
Meet my friend Blake. Blake likes to eat weird things. Blake is in the Philippines for work. Blake ate a balut, and someone videotaped it. Images in the gallery.
"OMEGA touch pads and starting blocks are part of an integrated timing system capable of recording times to the nearest 1/1000th of a second. However, because it is not possible to build swimming pools in which each lane is guaranteed to be precisely the same length, Olympic and World Records are still recorded to the nearest 1/100th of a second." via omegawatches.com
"It's become a bit of a game because this hallway is designed to save energy. So when you walk down it, the lights will switch on and then off after you've passed. So sometimes I'm sitting in the dark answering emails and I try to see how much I can type without triggering the motion sensors again. It's also fun to surprise unsuspecting hotel guests who pop out the elevator and see someone typing in the dark corner. And then he ends up being 'Hurley.'" via dispatchesfromtheisland.blogspot.com