In the news this past week, a Kosher meatpacking plant in Iowa came under investigation for abusing child labor laws after finding several children as young as 16 and under operating heavy duty machinery, and working long hours for very little pay.
As I stated in my very first blog, I really hate when people post things about a news story on the interweb without thinking first. I read the Tribune online daily and came across this story on Tuesday, I believe. After reading the story, I went straight to the comments page and was amazed at how many ignorant racists live in this area. Despite the fact that kids were being exploited for profit, all these knuckleheads could be concerned with was the fact that "we need to deport these illegals...they're stealing the jobs from hardworking, unemployed real americans."
Let's get one thing straight here: obviously, the fat cats at the meatpacking plant don't give two shits about unemployed hardworking legal citizens. They don't hire the Mexicans because they have a soft spot in their hearts for them. They hire them to improve their bottom line. If they can get a bunch of people and their children and pay them next to nothing, that means more money for them. They don't want someone they'll have to provide benefits and real wages to. That's not friendly to their pocketbooks, despite the fact that they could in fact afford to pay people real wages. They're just greedy. Plain and simple. And to have illegal aliens in this country is the best thing in the world to them.
So why are we so upset at illegal aliens "stealing our jobs"? Would you even want to work for a company like that? Why isn't anyone angry at the greedy bastards going out of their way to employ them, if people supposedly care so much? Is it just easier to be upset at Mexicans and think that, "well, if they weren't around, the companies wouldn't be able to hire them"? Come on, look at the jobs they are working. Let's face it, were an elist country. No matter how down in the dumps someone is, they'd rather not do the jobs that we see many Mexican workers doing. I know I don't want to get up at six am and spend all day in the hot sun, cutting some rich fucker's grass. And they really shouldn't have to either.
We've got to start showing some anger towards the jerks of the world, the ones willing to employ Mexicans for low cost but unwilling to treat them like real people. We need to start showing anger towards the genius who said, "oh, you have a son? Bring him in, we'll put him to work on the bone slaw." Because I guarantee his kids ain't working for peanuts. I doubt they even work at all.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
And now...an update
I still don't have a tv. I've been forced to watch my 'Family Guy' dvds on the computer or the portable dvd player. I'm not sure that I even miss television, really, since Bravo has started showing shit now. I mean, 'Jo and Slade: Date My Ex'? Really? And now I've heard that they will show a 'Real Housewives of Atlanta'. I guess they realized that their other two 'Housewives' shows were lacking, um, diversity, and so they decided to go full-on stereotypical by showcasing video hoes who just happened to marry into money. Um, no thank you. Bring back my classy Orange County ladies, Bravo!! Please! Or at least show me some Michelle Obamas. There's a fine example of a lady with money who doesn't look like she just stepped out of the club.
Moving on...
After much arguing and lobbying and watching the demise of two "treasured" co-workers, I was finally able to wrangle a promotion out of Cheap-Toys-Made-in-China-That-Contains-Lead-in-Their-Paint 'R' Us. After applying for the position of Human Resources Manager, my boss told me that, although the District Manager was going to give the job to someone with a Human Resources degree (I honestly didn't know people went to school for that), she was willing to cut a deal with me. She made me a shift manager, which is only a step or two above where I was before. The only difference is that now I get to boss teenagers around and I don't have to be bothered with shitty customers unless it is utterly necessary. By season (Christmas), I'll be a floor manager, which means I won't have to deal with customers at all' I just have to make sure my area of responsibility is on-par with corporate standards. After Christmas, if I stick around and if I do a good job in those two positions, I'll have the option to apply for a corporate job.
This may not seem impressive to most folks, since it is just retail and we all have crappy retail experiences, but I actually enjoy working there most days, even when dickhead customers yell at me. Plus, now I'm spending more time at work instead of at home, staring at a blank tv screen, wondering why the mayor had to go and break it.
Since I've been without a tv for a month, can someone fill me in on who the Jonas Brothers are? Are they important? And should I care? I'm not being sarcastic. I just get a lot of questions about them at the 'R' and I have no idea who they are.
For Labor Day Weekend, Halbastram and I ventured to the Bristol Renaissance Faire in Kenosha. It's like going to Six Flags, but with no rides and weird hippies and nerds everywhere. It costs about $40 to get inside (for the two of us) and then once you're in, the only thing left to do is spend money. Even the performers ask for money, during their show I might add. At first I thought that they were being funny, pretending to be beggars. But after the show, the guy stands at the back of the aisles with a bucket, seriously collecting monies. Um, what?? And he was encouraging upwards of $20. Anything lower would just be "ok."
The highlight of my day at the Faire was having some large wench with ginormous breasticles shove a strawberry in my mouth. It was quite erotic, indeed.
If only everyday could be like that...
Moving on...
After much arguing and lobbying and watching the demise of two "treasured" co-workers, I was finally able to wrangle a promotion out of Cheap-Toys-Made-in-China-That-Contains-Lead-in-Their-Paint 'R' Us. After applying for the position of Human Resources Manager, my boss told me that, although the District Manager was going to give the job to someone with a Human Resources degree (I honestly didn't know people went to school for that), she was willing to cut a deal with me. She made me a shift manager, which is only a step or two above where I was before. The only difference is that now I get to boss teenagers around and I don't have to be bothered with shitty customers unless it is utterly necessary. By season (Christmas), I'll be a floor manager, which means I won't have to deal with customers at all' I just have to make sure my area of responsibility is on-par with corporate standards. After Christmas, if I stick around and if I do a good job in those two positions, I'll have the option to apply for a corporate job.
This may not seem impressive to most folks, since it is just retail and we all have crappy retail experiences, but I actually enjoy working there most days, even when dickhead customers yell at me. Plus, now I'm spending more time at work instead of at home, staring at a blank tv screen, wondering why the mayor had to go and break it.
Since I've been without a tv for a month, can someone fill me in on who the Jonas Brothers are? Are they important? And should I care? I'm not being sarcastic. I just get a lot of questions about them at the 'R' and I have no idea who they are.
For Labor Day Weekend, Halbastram and I ventured to the Bristol Renaissance Faire in Kenosha. It's like going to Six Flags, but with no rides and weird hippies and nerds everywhere. It costs about $40 to get inside (for the two of us) and then once you're in, the only thing left to do is spend money. Even the performers ask for money, during their show I might add. At first I thought that they were being funny, pretending to be beggars. But after the show, the guy stands at the back of the aisles with a bucket, seriously collecting monies. Um, what?? And he was encouraging upwards of $20. Anything lower would just be "ok."
The highlight of my day at the Faire was having some large wench with ginormous breasticles shove a strawberry in my mouth. It was quite erotic, indeed.
If only everyday could be like that...
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Whoops!
I just realized that my poll over there says "funner". Yeah, sorry about that. Such a faux pas, indeed.
Monday, August 18, 2008
I've found a new reason to love thrift stores and Chicago: while wandering around Lakeview during the Gay Mart, Halbastram and I stumbled upon a second hand shop called Land of the Lost, on Belmont, that had the most amazing thing in the world sitting high on a shelf: an authentic vintage "The Fall Guy" lunch tin.
If you know me, you most likely know that "The Fall Guy" is my favorite show of all time, even over "Seinfeld", if you can believe that. I love it so much that I plan on naming my first born son after Colt Seavers, Lee Majors' character on that show (I know, I know...I've mentioned that before...I'm just still waiting for this even to take place...but that's another story for another day...).
I want to display my luscious find, which I have to give credit to Halbastram for, since he saw it first. So pictures are forthcoming.
If you know me, you most likely know that "The Fall Guy" is my favorite show of all time, even over "Seinfeld", if you can believe that. I love it so much that I plan on naming my first born son after Colt Seavers, Lee Majors' character on that show (I know, I know...I've mentioned that before...I'm just still waiting for this even to take place...but that's another story for another day...).
I want to display my luscious find, which I have to give credit to Halbastram for, since he saw it first. So pictures are forthcoming.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
I hate trying to discuss grown up stuff...
A brief update of events since my last posting:
*Having been denied our house, thanks to the U.S. government, Halbastram decided to buy yet another car. We'll discuss this later.
*On Sunday, we ventured down to the Market Days on North Halsted and Halbastram was overjoyed at having seen his first transvestite in person. He wanted to take a picture with her, but she was very elusive. And he was sad.
*The names of my cats have been changed to The Boy and The Other One (the girl).
*I discovered that if you're at an outdoor event and you arrive just as it is beginning, use the port-o-potty right away. Afterwards, grab enough t.p. to ensure that your next trip will be a success, because it all goes to hell after that first hour.
*I'll be going back to school this winter for journalism. More bills for T.E.!!
*Apparently, people at work are under the impression that, since I'm married, I can't go out or hang out unless I have "permission". It seems that we still live in the 50's, where a lady only had friends on the block, and in the daytime, unless someone is hosting a party in the evening where both the man and lady can attend. Dicks.
Alright, now back to the car.
We've had our condo on the market since January but have had only three people look at it in that time frame. Unfortunately, we had already put a deposit on our house, thinking that the condo would have sold while the house was being built and we could just transition from one dwelling to the next. This was not the case. After the required 6 months with our realtor, we took the condo off the market and went back to the housing development to request our deposit back. They said no dice. Then they changed their tune, offering us $6,000 of the $8,000 back if someone else buys our lot/house. Fair enough.
But then we figured that if we could get someone to rent our place, we could still move into the house. That's a great plan too, right? Wrong. Due to the brand spanking-new banking laws, we can't get a loan for the house since we still owe on the condo. Le sigh, indeed.
(I hate all of this grown-up stuff)
So, with that said, since we had all of this extra cash saved up for closing on the house, and since we're going to be stuck in the condo for an extra year or two, Halbastram decided that now was the time to buy a new car. If you're unfamiliar with his car buying history, this is usually his solution when life gets complicated. His philosophy is: "well, since I can't do/get what I want at this moment, I might as well buy a new car. Why not?" This way of thinking has gotten him into trouble thrice:
-2004 Black Pontiac GTO
-2004 Red Jeep Grand Cherokee
-2007 Mazda CX-7
Here's to hoping that his latest acquisition, a 2009 VW Passast, doesn't make the list of "yeah, maybe I should've waited on that purchase".
I'm not very fond of it. Aside from the satellite radio, it's pretty unspectacular. But it had navigation, which made Halbastram happy, so I guess that's what counts.
We named him Johann, which seemed like a nice German name.
*Having been denied our house, thanks to the U.S. government, Halbastram decided to buy yet another car. We'll discuss this later.
*On Sunday, we ventured down to the Market Days on North Halsted and Halbastram was overjoyed at having seen his first transvestite in person. He wanted to take a picture with her, but she was very elusive. And he was sad.
*The names of my cats have been changed to The Boy and The Other One (the girl).
*I discovered that if you're at an outdoor event and you arrive just as it is beginning, use the port-o-potty right away. Afterwards, grab enough t.p. to ensure that your next trip will be a success, because it all goes to hell after that first hour.
*I'll be going back to school this winter for journalism. More bills for T.E.!!
*Apparently, people at work are under the impression that, since I'm married, I can't go out or hang out unless I have "permission". It seems that we still live in the 50's, where a lady only had friends on the block, and in the daytime, unless someone is hosting a party in the evening where both the man and lady can attend. Dicks.
Alright, now back to the car.
We've had our condo on the market since January but have had only three people look at it in that time frame. Unfortunately, we had already put a deposit on our house, thinking that the condo would have sold while the house was being built and we could just transition from one dwelling to the next. This was not the case. After the required 6 months with our realtor, we took the condo off the market and went back to the housing development to request our deposit back. They said no dice. Then they changed their tune, offering us $6,000 of the $8,000 back if someone else buys our lot/house. Fair enough.
But then we figured that if we could get someone to rent our place, we could still move into the house. That's a great plan too, right? Wrong. Due to the brand spanking-new banking laws, we can't get a loan for the house since we still owe on the condo. Le sigh, indeed.
(I hate all of this grown-up stuff)
So, with that said, since we had all of this extra cash saved up for closing on the house, and since we're going to be stuck in the condo for an extra year or two, Halbastram decided that now was the time to buy a new car. If you're unfamiliar with his car buying history, this is usually his solution when life gets complicated. His philosophy is: "well, since I can't do/get what I want at this moment, I might as well buy a new car. Why not?" This way of thinking has gotten him into trouble thrice:
-2004 Black Pontiac GTO
-2004 Red Jeep Grand Cherokee
-2007 Mazda CX-7
Here's to hoping that his latest acquisition, a 2009 VW Passast, doesn't make the list of "yeah, maybe I should've waited on that purchase".
I'm not very fond of it. Aside from the satellite radio, it's pretty unspectacular. But it had navigation, which made Halbastram happy, so I guess that's what counts.
We named him Johann, which seemed like a nice German name.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Stuff white people like
No, tiny elvis isn't being a ridiculous racist...she is just enjoying her new book of the same title. I've only read about 30 pages of the book, but after skimming the many topics that makes whitey so loveable, I realized that I am in fact more white than my husband, which is probably bad. But I'm not sure. I know the book is just based on stereotypes, but it's still pretty humorous.
So, I've decided to make my own list of things black people like. Since not too many of us live in Lisle, I have to base this list on stories my mother tells me about the neighborhood I grew up in (where she still lives) and episodes of Maury.
*Designer baby clothes
-Because it's not enough to have given birth to a beautiful baby; we have to let the world know that our baby is special because we're stupid enough to spend hundreds of dollars on clothes they will more than likely soil with spit-up formula and strained peas.
*Bennigan's (it's a shame that it's closed now)
*Oversized white t-shirts
*Random barbecues
*Tyler Perry-anything
*Air Jordans, even though he hasn't played ball for a million years
*Morris Chestnut
*Six Flags
*Applebees (since Bennigan's is closed)
*Pepsi
*Six degrees of separation
-Because everyone knows someone who knows someone whose cousin once sang in the choir with a twice-removed cousin of R. Kelly.
So, I've decided to make my own list of things black people like. Since not too many of us live in Lisle, I have to base this list on stories my mother tells me about the neighborhood I grew up in (where she still lives) and episodes of Maury.
*Designer baby clothes
-Because it's not enough to have given birth to a beautiful baby; we have to let the world know that our baby is special because we're stupid enough to spend hundreds of dollars on clothes they will more than likely soil with spit-up formula and strained peas.
*Bennigan's (it's a shame that it's closed now)
*Oversized white t-shirts
*Random barbecues
*Tyler Perry-anything
*Air Jordans, even though he hasn't played ball for a million years
*Morris Chestnut
*Six Flags
*Applebees (since Bennigan's is closed)
*Pepsi
*Six degrees of separation
-Because everyone knows someone who knows someone whose cousin once sang in the choir with a twice-removed cousin of R. Kelly.
I'm seriously too lazy to add explanations to the other bullets. Check back later; I'll update it soonish.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Car dealerships and casinos: from the sausagefest to the retirement home
Due to our inability to procure a housing unit, Halbastram and I have decided instead to purchase a new automobile. Wait, let me rephrase that: Halbastram is eager to buy a new car, as his "work" vehicle doesn't hold heat in the winter and the tires could possibly kill him and he'd rather live while driving a warmer, friendlier automobile.
So, despite my protests, we did the good suburban thing and spent our Saturday afternoon at the local Honda dealership, trying to not draw attention to ourselves so the sales-hungry ex-jocko salesmen would keep their distance.
Before I received my raise at the 'R', Halbastram suggested that I try to work as a cashier at a car dealership, because, according to him, the guys working at the dealership would provide me with endless stories which could be turned into some sort of book.
I find nothing appealling about failed jocks trying to push expensive, crappy vehicles on poor unsuspecting people who have Camry money, yet are trying to buy BMWs.
This Honda dealership was no exception. When we walked into the showroom, the first thing I noticed was brown slacks/white shirts/red ties suburban clones huddled at the front desk, drinking from styrofoam cups, sizing us up, deciding whether or not we were worth walking away from the discussion about boats, boating and fishing (their actual conversation...not my own biased opinion) to fuss with us.
Luckily we were not worth the interruption.
The few sales men who weren't discussing the joys of outdoor living were bothering the poor cashier, who couldn't have been any older than 19, flirting, trying to prove to themselves that, despite middle age, they still had it going on.
Yeah, I could I not want that job?
I'm not usually such a feminist bitch...I just hate car salesmen. Especially the ones in Lisle.
After an unnecessarily long time looking at and driving the Honda Accord (it's crappy), I decided that, to make up for my wasted late afternoon, we should venture down to the local trashy casino.
I have this really soft spot for video slot machines, lottery tickets, and flashing lights telling me that I've lost an inexcusable amount of money, so I enjoy going to the casino thoroughly. Whenever I am out in Colorado visiting my in-laws, I make sure to include a trip to the mountain town of Blackhawk to try my hand at the dozens of dazzling casinos...and to look sadly at the land that once belonged to my Native people...but it's mostly for the casinos.
My Cherokee ancestors are frowning at me right now.
Anywho.
As I stated in a previous blog on Myspace, when I go to this particular casino in Aurora, I am usually the youngest person there, not counting the employees. And I always feel that the older crowd doesn't want me there. As I walk past to find a suitable penny slot machine, I'm met with cold fixed-income stares, like I'm invading their turf, the one place they can go, other than their home, to get away from people like me.
I've never been to the casino on a Saturday night, and I know why: every senior citizen in the western burbs is there. Halbastram and I lost $40 within 20 minutes and decided that we couldn't really find a machine that we were digging and chalked up our losing to just settling on available machines.
So we bounced, opting to check out the local Aurora street fest going on. Overall, there wasn't anything exciting about it except for the $2 Miller Lites. For that price, I was willing to put up with the trashy crowd and the Southern rock band, Molly Hatchet, who were the main attraction.
Yup, I'm that easy.
However...after spilling my one and only beer (it was because something buzzed in my ear, I swear!!), we had to depart, since I smelled like a Miller factory.
So off we went, to our homestead, in pursue of Svengoolie, lottery tickets and Heineken Premium Light bottles.
Suburban life is good.
So, despite my protests, we did the good suburban thing and spent our Saturday afternoon at the local Honda dealership, trying to not draw attention to ourselves so the sales-hungry ex-jocko salesmen would keep their distance.
Before I received my raise at the 'R', Halbastram suggested that I try to work as a cashier at a car dealership, because, according to him, the guys working at the dealership would provide me with endless stories which could be turned into some sort of book.
I find nothing appealling about failed jocks trying to push expensive, crappy vehicles on poor unsuspecting people who have Camry money, yet are trying to buy BMWs.
This Honda dealership was no exception. When we walked into the showroom, the first thing I noticed was brown slacks/white shirts/red ties suburban clones huddled at the front desk, drinking from styrofoam cups, sizing us up, deciding whether or not we were worth walking away from the discussion about boats, boating and fishing (their actual conversation...not my own biased opinion) to fuss with us.
Luckily we were not worth the interruption.
The few sales men who weren't discussing the joys of outdoor living were bothering the poor cashier, who couldn't have been any older than 19, flirting, trying to prove to themselves that, despite middle age, they still had it going on.
Yeah, I could I not want that job?
I'm not usually such a feminist bitch...I just hate car salesmen. Especially the ones in Lisle.
After an unnecessarily long time looking at and driving the Honda Accord (it's crappy), I decided that, to make up for my wasted late afternoon, we should venture down to the local trashy casino.
I have this really soft spot for video slot machines, lottery tickets, and flashing lights telling me that I've lost an inexcusable amount of money, so I enjoy going to the casino thoroughly. Whenever I am out in Colorado visiting my in-laws, I make sure to include a trip to the mountain town of Blackhawk to try my hand at the dozens of dazzling casinos...and to look sadly at the land that once belonged to my Native people...but it's mostly for the casinos.
My Cherokee ancestors are frowning at me right now.
Anywho.
As I stated in a previous blog on Myspace, when I go to this particular casino in Aurora, I am usually the youngest person there, not counting the employees. And I always feel that the older crowd doesn't want me there. As I walk past to find a suitable penny slot machine, I'm met with cold fixed-income stares, like I'm invading their turf, the one place they can go, other than their home, to get away from people like me.
I've never been to the casino on a Saturday night, and I know why: every senior citizen in the western burbs is there. Halbastram and I lost $40 within 20 minutes and decided that we couldn't really find a machine that we were digging and chalked up our losing to just settling on available machines.
So we bounced, opting to check out the local Aurora street fest going on. Overall, there wasn't anything exciting about it except for the $2 Miller Lites. For that price, I was willing to put up with the trashy crowd and the Southern rock band, Molly Hatchet, who were the main attraction.
Yup, I'm that easy.
However...after spilling my one and only beer (it was because something buzzed in my ear, I swear!!), we had to depart, since I smelled like a Miller factory.
So off we went, to our homestead, in pursue of Svengoolie, lottery tickets and Heineken Premium Light bottles.
Suburban life is good.
Friday, August 1, 2008
I Complain
Know what I really hate? People who contribute to online forums with nothing of value to offer other than the "sound" of their own ridiculous voice. Even worse are the people who try to e-argue with them.
I realized my hatred for this a few weeks ago when I was reading an article on Yahoo! sports. The blogger had written about something that baseball players do called "the hip bump" and why he thinks it should be banned. I've never seen this phenom, but he included pictures in his article to show how ridiculous the action was. He comically explained his position and I laughed my ass off, which was the intended effect of the article. That is, if you have a sense of humor.
Of course, we know that there are folks out there who just like to be a killjoy because, well, why not? The first few responses to the article were normal, people who said that they found the article funny and that they agree with him. Then there were some people who said that the hip bump wasn't too bad, although there were people who did it wrong, and yet they still laughed at his article.
Then there were those who were super upset, as though they were close friends with the aforementioned baseball players who partook in the hip bump, and let the writer know how much they hated him for having an opinion on a light-hearted subject. Some of my favorite complaints include:
-"must've been a slow day at the office for this to pass as news." (it wasn't news...it was a sports blog...idiot)
-"you have nothing better to do than pick on something as mundane as a hip bump, which is just a way for players to celebrate..." (that's what blogs do...explore the mundane...)
-"wow, was that your attempt at being funny? because I missed it" (that's because you're a tool)
-"why are you picking on the athletes? why can't they celebrate a victory or a good play?" (he didn't say they couldn't celebrate...he just suggested other ways to do so...go back and reread the article, gooftroop)
I know it seems like I'm defending the writer hardcore, but it just bothers me when people don't think before they post something. It's like they just read what they want and then scroll straight down to the "post comment" button and start spewing crap from their keyboard.
This happens more notoriously on the music blogs on Yahoo! There is this one music blogger, whose name escapes me, who inspires the wrath in hardcore music fans everywhere. Whenever this particular blogger composes a list (that's his thing...he makes random music lists), 90% of the responses he gets are negative comments from people whose favorite bands weren't included. "How could you not include so-and-so?? You don't know what you're talking about!" is the usual sentiment. I don't think these people understand that his opinion isn't their opinion and if they are so interested in people knowing their opinion, they should write their own blog. But judging how most of them compose their simple little responses, I don't think the public is ready for paragraphs of their hieroglyphic typing.
Just recently he composed a blog list that was pure research, no opinion involved. He put together a list of the greatest albums of all time using actual numbers of record sales, grammy nods, and some other things I can't remember. Even this wasn't enough to appease the masses. They'd quickly scroll through the list, having not read the exhausting explanation he took the time to type out, notice that their band is either not there or in the position which is favorable to them, and proceed to comment on how terrible the blogger is and how this list was clearly his opinion because their favorite band was missing...
Please, please, please explain that logic to me.
This list was clearly his opinion because their favorite band was missing...
Suddenly everyone is an expert.
Now, I'm not saying that people shouldn't have an opinion...it would just be nice to see an opinion with some logic behind it every now and then. It would be nice to see that people cared enough about the article to actually read it, understand it, and then respond intelligently to it. I mean, I know a sports blog about the hip bump isn't exactly a scholarly discussion, but if you feel like the blog didn't appeal to you, just close it out and find something else. It really is that simple, folks.
Oh, and e-arguing? It's stupid. Don't do it.
I realized my hatred for this a few weeks ago when I was reading an article on Yahoo! sports. The blogger had written about something that baseball players do called "the hip bump" and why he thinks it should be banned. I've never seen this phenom, but he included pictures in his article to show how ridiculous the action was. He comically explained his position and I laughed my ass off, which was the intended effect of the article. That is, if you have a sense of humor.
Of course, we know that there are folks out there who just like to be a killjoy because, well, why not? The first few responses to the article were normal, people who said that they found the article funny and that they agree with him. Then there were some people who said that the hip bump wasn't too bad, although there were people who did it wrong, and yet they still laughed at his article.
Then there were those who were super upset, as though they were close friends with the aforementioned baseball players who partook in the hip bump, and let the writer know how much they hated him for having an opinion on a light-hearted subject. Some of my favorite complaints include:
-"must've been a slow day at the office for this to pass as news." (it wasn't news...it was a sports blog...idiot)
-"you have nothing better to do than pick on something as mundane as a hip bump, which is just a way for players to celebrate..." (that's what blogs do...explore the mundane...)
-"wow, was that your attempt at being funny? because I missed it" (that's because you're a tool)
-"why are you picking on the athletes? why can't they celebrate a victory or a good play?" (he didn't say they couldn't celebrate...he just suggested other ways to do so...go back and reread the article, gooftroop)
I know it seems like I'm defending the writer hardcore, but it just bothers me when people don't think before they post something. It's like they just read what they want and then scroll straight down to the "post comment" button and start spewing crap from their keyboard.
This happens more notoriously on the music blogs on Yahoo! There is this one music blogger, whose name escapes me, who inspires the wrath in hardcore music fans everywhere. Whenever this particular blogger composes a list (that's his thing...he makes random music lists), 90% of the responses he gets are negative comments from people whose favorite bands weren't included. "How could you not include so-and-so?? You don't know what you're talking about!" is the usual sentiment. I don't think these people understand that his opinion isn't their opinion and if they are so interested in people knowing their opinion, they should write their own blog. But judging how most of them compose their simple little responses, I don't think the public is ready for paragraphs of their hieroglyphic typing.
Just recently he composed a blog list that was pure research, no opinion involved. He put together a list of the greatest albums of all time using actual numbers of record sales, grammy nods, and some other things I can't remember. Even this wasn't enough to appease the masses. They'd quickly scroll through the list, having not read the exhausting explanation he took the time to type out, notice that their band is either not there or in the position which is favorable to them, and proceed to comment on how terrible the blogger is and how this list was clearly his opinion because their favorite band was missing...
Please, please, please explain that logic to me.
This list was clearly his opinion because their favorite band was missing...
Suddenly everyone is an expert.
Now, I'm not saying that people shouldn't have an opinion...it would just be nice to see an opinion with some logic behind it every now and then. It would be nice to see that people cared enough about the article to actually read it, understand it, and then respond intelligently to it. I mean, I know a sports blog about the hip bump isn't exactly a scholarly discussion, but if you feel like the blog didn't appeal to you, just close it out and find something else. It really is that simple, folks.
Oh, and e-arguing? It's stupid. Don't do it.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Just testing...
Blogging on Myspace has kind of lost its lustre, and I'm getting nowhere with it. So I've decided to try this outlet, an idea which I stole from Tim like five minutes ago (well, ten if you count the five minutes I had to spend disciplining the cats before I started this blog).
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