Kinda Lame

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Via @ Digg (author unknown)

If this looks like your cable TV pricing structure you know how this will screw us all out of every dime we have. (Click for full size image)

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It’s a take that we haven’t heard before, but it somewhat makes sense. I think first though we need to get these new journalists to move to other mediums.

Society doesn’t need newspapers. What we need is journalism. For a century, the imperatives to strengthen journalism and to strengthen newspapers have been so tightly wound as to be indistinguishable. That’s been a fine accident to have, but when that accident stops, as it is stopping before our eyes, we’re going to need lots of other ways to strengthen journalism instead.

When we shift our attention from “save newspapers” to “save society”, the imperative changes from “preserve the current institutions” to “do whatever works.” And what works today isn’t the same as what used to work.

via Clay Shirky: Society doesn’t need newspapers, it needs journalism | Comment is free | guardian.co.uk .

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Someone needs to launch an in-depth investigation into the practices of Fruit of the Loom. I’m the type of guy who finds something that works and sticks with it. One of my longest mainstays have been Reebok Classics, I’ve been buying them over and over for ten years. Up until now another was Fruit of the Loom tagless white T-shirts, I like to wear them under my button down shirts, especially after I stopped wearing ties (I have some high chest hair I need to hide).

Honestly, I didn’t buy any new ones for a long time. I kept wearing the same old ones even though they lost their white-ness. But eventually I noticed that the necks had become stretched out and I decided to pick up a few packs. And another admission that I don’t want to make publicly, but some I wore without washing them. Today is one of those days. I thought I got them all but I grabbed one and put it on.

All day I’ve been pulling the back collar part up because it’s been falling, and bugging the crap out of me. Then upon closer inspection I find that the collar is wider than the ones I recently threw out. What gives? It hasn’t even gone through the wash yet, how can this be? How did the others last so long and these new ones stretch when you open the bag?

Congress, Ralph Nader, someone, please help. And don’t get me wrong, I checked them before I paid for them – they weren’t streched before I bought them.

Fruit of the Loom – I want an apology. A personal one.

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Every Saturday morning my cable Internet service goes out. This weekend it didn’t come back on. Of course I could just take this time to go outside or get something done around the house, but I’m (stuck) watching a PBS show about the Lincoln Highway (which is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen actually). Needless to say I’m not too happy. I feel like an island.

Obviously this situation makes this iPhone purchase a lot more key, so that makes me happy, but I miss my video podcasts. What is going on with The Daily Feed? Is that not-as-hot Allison girl hosting? Am I expected to watch NBC Nightly News on my own? When it’s really on?

My GBPVR setup is pretty much dead until the cable guy comes this week, in two days, lame. I can’t get a signal strong enough to pick up HD stations and cable sometimes records without sound. When it works it’s the greatest thing. Letteman in HD, full HD. It’s beautiful. But since I got the cable switched here nothing has worked right.

This is all because I got a shifty cable installer on the hottest day in August. He didn’t even test the cables on his own when my tv didn’t work. Of course it turns out that you have to scan the channels for about ten minutes before it picks up the first one. Now they have to come out again, which I hate.

The worst part of this is that I have to let someone in the house. I feel so violated.

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I’m sitting at a greasy spoon type of lunch counter somewhere in Tennessee and even though it has a scary vibe I feel more American here than I have at any Civil War park I’d been to as a kid. There is something about the classic waitress, the short order cook and the sound of things being grilled and fried that lets you know you’re home. You want a cup me coffee in that tiny cup, to get the big breakfast special, you want to see the two robbers from Pulp Fiction (I only get truck drivers and the most desperate looking guy in state sitting opposite of my spot at the counter). Well my burger and fries are here… See you later.

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I don’t think there are rest areas in the state of Tennessee. I sure wish there were.

Update: There isn’t!

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It’s a dark lonely existance, but the senses are overloaded with the surrounding information and the vital data needed to navigate the road. (North of Renfro Valley Kentucky/Mount Vernon)

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I should be leaving town in about 10 hours! See you suckers next week, watch here for some mobile blogging.

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You know what’s lame? “Coupon Slippers.”

Those people who just refuse to pay full price. They want the item in the grocery store or the meal in the restaurant but they just refuse to pay what the rest of us are paying. They are “slippers” because they know the coupon they are trying to pawn off isn’t any good. I was once in a deep relationship with one of these dishonest cheaters, I know how it works. They gather coupons for things they buy, restaurants they eat at and devise ways of slipping them through so no one notices. If it’s the store, go through the line of the guy or gal who looks tired or inexperienced and pass off the smaller item of the same brand. If it’s in a eatery, as I just witnessed, they claim that they’ve done it before with a different manager on duty – normally, “I’ve done this before” is usually the last refuge of the “Coupon Slipper”. It’s something that has to stop. Why should I pay more for something I was happy paying full price for because you don’t? If you don’t think $8 for a burger is justified, leave.

Oh, and I also learned: Old People Don’t Tip.