Sunday, November 15, 2009

Mobile Phone Greeting Confusion

How many of us has been on either side of this situation?

A person answers their cell phone in public and says "Hi!" The person in front of them turns around and says "Hi!" right back.

Mortifying.

What can we do to prevent this? There needs to be a way to distinguish between a greeting when you are answering your phone and a greeting when you are trying to say "Hey you! Aren't you my long lost sister that I owe $100.00?"

I thought at first one could answer with the name of the caller. "Hi, Mike!" But you don't always know who is calling and it takes a moment longer to say. Even worse, depending on your relationship with the caller, it could make the aforementioned embarrassing situation much more horrifying. Imagine walking up behind a stranger and saying this:

"Hello, sexy."

"Hi, Grandma!"

We need a greeting that is simple, generic and clearly means "I am answering my phone." In Japan, they have such a thing: "Moshi moshi." What does it mean? Who cares. It's just what you say when you answer the phone.

I am going to start answering my phone this way, so if you are a person that calls me, be warned. I am sorry to break American cultural tradition, but if it causes me to stop embarrassing old ladies when my girlfriend calls for last minute requests at the grocery store, then I am doing it.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

It Was a Dark and Stormy Write

San Jose State University has a yearly contest to write the worst opening sentence to an imaginary novel. The 2008 winners cracked me up so I thought I'd try my hand. The ones below aren't first-prize material, but I am still practicing.

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The night was dark - very dark - so dark, in fact, that I lack the skill to describe it, but it was really dark; you'll just have to trust me on that.

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Every two thousand years the demi-god Ah-Tumnah appears in the holy temple of his patroned city for one day, bringing blessings, bounty and miracles and on that day there is no celebration in all of Fablewilde that can rival even a fraction of the joy and majesty of the festival of Tumnah; but while the people patiently wait during the intervening millennia, a small but dedicated crew must clean the sacred temple daily: this is their story.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Communal Coffee

There are two identical coffee cups on my desk, both half full. I must have swiped somebody's coffee mug while wandering around the office.

I have been drinking from both of them. Gross.

But still not as gross as two coworkers and one cup.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Read Chapter and Answer Questions 1, 4, 7, 5 and 4

Is there anything more stupid and pointless than the questions at the end of each chapter from school textbooks? Discuss.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Not-So Super Hero

Salo-man: He has the power to cut children in half.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

I Don't Smoke Marijuana

I am already too lazy and paranoid and a compulsive eater. Plus I believe every silly idea I have is a profound insight into the universe. I don't need the encouragement.

Friday, March 14, 2008

The Law of Sausages

The Law of Sausages States:

The truly wondrous and beautiful things in the universe remain beautiful and wondrous no matter how closely they are examined.

Monday, March 3, 2008

Suck It, Morons

Intellectualism and reason have been beaten bloody in the U.S. The warmongering right-wingers hate intellectuals, accusing them of insubordination and communism. The hippie left-wingers hate the oppression of the rules of reason and blame science for creating of the tools of war. The renaissance men of today have retreated to a dingy bar, getting drunk with Bukowski and listening to Tom Waits.

Which I guess is not so bad at all.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

There's a Bright Side to Everything

The purpose of Nickleback is to make us realize that Creed was not so bad.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Welfare Television

I hear congress is passing an "economic stimulus" package that will give each of us poor people $600. If Walmart corporate is thinking, they'll price a 42" hi-def LCD at $599.00. Then everyone can line up with their refund checks for their government telescreen!

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Shakira Safety Precautions

My girlfriend forced me to watch a Shakira video. It was not an entirely unpleasant experience. The music was passable and Shakira is smoking hot. I am not sure about the dancing though. She doesn't really dance as much as heave and undulate. She also has discovered an amazing means of locomotion that requires neither arms nor legs. It would be handy if she someday she became an amputee.

My guess is what she does is not dancing. She is so hot that every few minutes she has to stop, drop and roll to keep from bursting into flame.

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Calculating Umpteen to 10 Decimal Places

The common colloquialism, " . . . for the Umpteenth time . . . " is used to express a large number, but exactly how large? Most people intuitively know that Umpteen is greater than "several" but much smaller than a "gazillion" but few know its exact value.

To find the precise value, start with the number "Ump". This is a lesser known constant represented by the symbol ü. (The umlaut or "rock dots" express how tough this number is. Don't mess with it.) It is found by multiplying pi times Euler's constant (e).

ü = πe

This calculates to approximately 8.53973422267. To get Umpteen, simply add 10. So if your mom says "I told you for the Umpteenth time to pick up your socks", she has told you about 18 and a half times. So pick up your damn socks already.

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Wearing the Dunce Cap

I started reading A Confederacy of Dunces. The lead character is a pompous, overweight man-child with a master's degree who plays the lute. I went to sleep wondering what the author was trying to mock. Was it pseudo-intellectualism, obesity, unjustified self-importance or what?

I awoke later with a terrible epiphany. He was making fun of ME! That bastard.

Monday, January 7, 2008

Jesus Shoes

I thought that my least favorite Christmas carol was The Little Drummer boy, but I was wrong. This season I heard a contemporary country song about a kid buying shoes for his dying mother so she'll look good for Jesus. It is so schmaltzy it makes my organs clench. What the hell is that brat doing at Walmart while his mother is dying? Getting dad more beef jerky and lottery tickets? And why does mom need to look so good for Jesus? Is she gonna flirt with him when she gets to the great golden trailer-park in the sky?

I wonder what literal Jesus shoes would look like. Probably thong sandals with a plastic Jesus crucified across the strap. As you walk LEDs in his stigmata would flash.

Thursday, January 3, 2008

Next, on "The Mystery Of": F U

"Fuck you" is the most powerful insult known. It can express extreme emotion delivered by and directed at both sexes. But what is the source of its power? What does it even mean? In the next half hour, we will explore the secrets of this provocative phase. Our journey of discovery will take us to ancient Egypt where the hieroglyph "pfukyu" was one of the most powerful evocations of the gods of retribution and annoyance. We will trace its history forward to the middle ages and the hermetic order of Fuh-Queue who believed channeling the emotion of "pissed off" into an arcane ritual designed to rid the world of stupid people. Finally, we talk to a group of drunk neuroscientists who are using the latest imaging techniques to pinpoint the fuck-you center of the brain. Next, on "The Mystery Of".

Monday, December 31, 2007

I Hate Dragonforce

My kids and I agree on a lot of stuff. We like the same music, the same movies and the same computer games. That worries me. What if they are just going along with what I want? I fear I am stifling their own interests by pushing my ideas on them. I was relieved when I heard a band they really liked (Dragonforce.) They suck. Hard.

Dragonforce to me, sounds like fingernails on a chalkboard. No, it's worse. Maybe the fingernails of a yowling tomcat on a chalkboard. And its testicles are being squeezed in a hose clamp.

Now I know how my father felt when I made him listen to Rush.

Friday, December 21, 2007

Good Bad Horror Movies

A guy I know has a screenplay that made it to the quarterfinals at Slamdance. (It's a horror-comedy about an alcoholic vampire.) Looking at the list of the competitors is its own horror show. My favorite titles are (in alphabetical order):

  • Alligators: Orgy of Destruction
  • Bride of Christ ... Bride of Frankenstein!
  • Dead Rabbits
  • I Was A Sexy Werewolf (Too Bad For You)
  • Porn Star Zombies
  • Undead Waitress
  • Yacht Zombie Christmas - A Lesbian's Worst Nightmare
It makes me want to buy a digital camera and make some of these . . .

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

MMOMFs

I don't understand the allure of multiplayer online games. If I loved people so damn much, I'd be out slumming with the hoi polloi instead of in the dark hunched over a keyboard.

I enjoy turn-based strategy games, but the best one online is multiplayer-only. I must have been really bored because I recently gave it another chance. After some time spent being rejected by players who deemed me unworthy of their time, I found a willing opponent. Shortly after the game started, the d00d began complaining that I blocked his attacks and he couldn't block mine and thus, he concluded, "it wasn't fair". I was attempting to explain the blocking rules (and how it was fair) when he quit the game.

Could a sane person describe this experience as "fun"? I wish the developers of Tactics Arena Online would create an AI opponent. I occasionally tolerate humans, but I'd prefer to interact with something more intelligent.

Friday, December 14, 2007

Jerry Springer's Paternity Tests of Heat Miser and Snow Miser

In Rankin and Bass's The Year Without a Santa Claus, Snow Miser refers to Heat Miser as his step brother, but they both fawn over Mother Nature. Logically, if they are step-brothers they are unrelated and can't both be Mother Nature's children. I can see them being half-brothers (both Mrs. N's kids, but with clearly different fathers.) Even so, I am starting to suspect the whole story was just made up.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Curse of the Shark-Eyed Baby

Near the cash register at a local pancake restaurant there is a box that begs for change through an unholy alliance with some doll-eyed demon fetus. Spooky.

This picture needs a good caption. How about "Yesssss, stare into my lifeless eyes long enough for me to unhinge my jaw and DEVOUR YOUR FACE!"