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Water, Water Everywhere

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I like to keep a bottle of water on my nightstand. Actually I’d like to keep a bottle of wine or fifth of bourbon but I used up my alcohol life allotment about 15 years ago and I’m trying to cut down. So I keep water there instead. I’d keep a glass of water on the nightstand but I know I’d knock the thing over more than I’d drink from it so that’s not a good option for me.

This water bottle doesn’t have to be filled with bottled water. I’m just as happy with tap water and I’ll do the unthinkable and re-use a bottled water bottle for a week or so. Thus a six pack of fresh mountain spring water might last me a couple of months. Now I don’t do this because I think it’s foolish to pay good money for water when you can get it free out of the tap. For one reason that water coming from the tap isn’t free.  But the biggest reason why I do this is because I’m basically lazy. I don’t want to add “water” on my weekly shopping list. It’s bulky, it’s heavy, and I have limited storage space.

Last week I did have “water” on my shopping list. I don’t care much what type of water I get; I’m more concerned with how sturdy the bottle is. Thus I have no brand loyalty when it comes to bottled water. And thus I found myself in the water aisle and suddenly realized how much water there is there. I suppose I always knew but this day was the day it finally hit me – there’s a lot of freaking water out there. I walked it off. I paced along 36 feet of shelving devoted to water. Each section held 6 shelves for over 200 linear feet of crystal clear, mountain spring, or factory generated, bottled water. And that’s just the plain water. My shopping list specified only “water” so I hadn’t included the vitamin water, sparkling water, soda water, flavored water, mineral water, or seltzer. Just water. Wow.

Someday I have to meet whoever first came up with a marketing plan for bottled water. That person is very good!

That’s what I think. Really. How ‘bout you?

Progress

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Surely you must remember this scene from the movie The Money Pit. Tom Hanks returns to the house after the remodelers’ first day to holes dug in the yard, the building ravaged, and mounds of dirt, gravel, and debris. “Those guys were work animals!” says the foreman. Until a few months ago, I thought that was just a scene in a movie.

Down the road is a dead shopping center. It’s been closed for so long that all that was left were the parking lots and hard-scrabble surfaces where the buildings once stood. It was a flat, level plot of land, its only feature a sign declaring the property, all 21 acres, for sale. In fact, it had been sold and bought some years ago. The new owner leveled all of the former buildings and began awaiting the necessary permits. Finally the wait was over. Progress was about to ensue.

Some months ago work began. In came the heavy equipment and they dug some holes and made some piles. Those included mounds and mounds of dirt, gravel, and debris. Work animals they were. I noticed last week that the big machines were gone. The holes were filled I guess with what made up the mounds of dirt and gravel which were now also gone. It is a flat, level plot of land, its only feature is a sign declaring the property, all 21 acres, sold and now the future site of … a shopping center.

Progress is ensuing.

That’s what I think. Really. How ‘bout you?

 

Two all beef patties, special sauce, etc., etc.

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I love sandwiches. I alluded to that in a post last year (Sandwiched Between Here and There, June 4, 2015) but never came right out and actually said so in public. Well public, I love sandwiches.

I suppose if it wasn’t for that card game back in 1760-something I would have to invent it myself. If you read this blog religiously over the past year you might think I had a hand in its invention in a former life. I say that because just over the past year I’ve referenced sandwiches in seven posts. Considering that I only post twice a week and that half of last year I was in the hospital and posted only 95 times in 2015, seven posts is a big chunk of my on-line presence for 2015. And the biggest contribution I made to society was my feeling about sandwiches. Not even any good recipes (meat, cheese, condiments, bread) (chips on the side), just…feelings, nothing more than feelings.

When you get down to the nitty and gritty of great sandwiching you see that the love of sandwiches is pretty universal. Or sure, the first thing you might think of is the classic portable meal the Fourth Earl of Sandwich is rumored to have called for (meat, bread) (no word about chips). But a sandwich is so much more than that – it’s a wrap, a taco, a burrito, a calzone, a Stromboli, a gyro, a falafel, a muffaletta, …. Oh I could go on and on (as if I haven’t already) that’s how strongly I feel about sandwiches. They are just plain, old-fashion, good eating.

So now that you know how I feel about fine dining, when you come to visit plan on a stop at the neighborhood bar and grill for a cold one and a hot one (frosty adult beverage and two-handed manwich at the bar) or a hot one and a cold one (soup and sandwich daily special at the grill).  We’ll get along just fine!

That’s what I think. Really. How ‘bout you?

Now See This

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We’ve made it through the first full week of the new year. Already I’ve come up with some observations.

Happy Trailers
The Oscar nominations come out later this week. Over the past several decades I have seen hundreds of movies. I think two of them have been Oscar winners. I guess my tastes don’t jive with the nominating committee. How do you decide what movie you want to see? If you’re like most of the world you let the trailers be your guide. The thing about trailers is that they are about as relevant to the movie as a cover blurb is to a book. They make everything sound exciting but they have little to do with the movie. Then you go see the movie and get disappointed. I say, stay with the fluff. If you go into it with no expectations you can’t be disappointed.

Snow Business
As I write this it is snowing. That shouldn’t be surprising considering how far north I am. But this year there hasn’t been any snow. Well, there has been very, extremely very, almost as verily very as you can get, very little snow this year.  Last month I spent a week in New Orleans, about 1,100 miles south of here and it was warmer here than there then. Some people might say that I should quit complaining and enjoy the unseasonal warmth, especially when you consider the harshness of last year’s winter. It’s just that I sort of like the snow. It makes it pretty out there.

Dance With Me
It’s time again for my state’s annual farm show and that means tractor square dancing. First you have to wrap your head around having a farm show in January where it’s usually so cold that I just questioned the lack of snow. I don’t know. I’ve lived in the city my whole life but they’ve been doing a winter farm show here for 100 years now and it seems to work for them. Anyway, it’s my one chance to get to see tractor square dancing on TV. It’s so bizarre you can’t help but watch it. (I even devoted an entire post to the phenomenon. See “Swing Your Partner” from Jan 22, 2015 for more. Go on. You know you want to.)

A Sticky Situation
I’m out of syrup. I finished it yesterday. That might not be a big deal to some people. Go to the store and get some more. Can’t do it. I have to admit, I’m a syrup snob. I have only had local syrup bought at a local maple festival for years. The first one of three nearby fests doesn’t happen until April 2. I suppose I have to do a search of farm stores and locally owned corner markets to find some. Don’t judge me. Some things are best when made closest to home. Maple syrup and wild flower honey are two.

Wise Guy
To add to my list of sayings I’d like to see hanging on my wall, as seen recently on a t-shirt (I told you it was warm here), “It’s Not Broken. It Just Needs Duct Tape.”

It’s going to be one of those years.

That’s what I think. Really. How ‘bout you?

 

It’s a Great Time to Be a Nerd

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Did you hear the news? The folks behind Lumosity have been fined $2 million for deceptive marketing practices. Seems their ads claim their brain training had proven ability to increase brain function and ward off degenerative brain disease. Problem was they had no proof of that proven ability. You would think that a company touting its ability to increase cognitive function would know that proof is required to prove “proven” competency. Any geek can tell you that. Clearly this is a nerd-challenged company.

If any of those responsible for this marketing boo-boo are reading, please take a bit of advice from this ‘Proud to be a Nerd’ nerd. People want to be recognized for being smart. If you want to sell more subscriptions, toss in some bragging rights. How do I know? All you have to do is check the TV listings.

Suddenly, nerds are the in-crowd. Jeopardy has always been a huge hit. I remember watching Jeopardy in a bar, during happy hour, everybody shouting out questions, some even correctly. (Trivia nights continue to be a hot draw at many local watering holes.) The History Channel recently debuted a new series, The Smartest Guy in the Room. This show pits two of three everyday Joe’s (a bartender, a doorman, and a teacher’s aid against each other to solve challenges designed by the third. Did I mention that all three have IQs greater than 140 putting them in the genius range? Lifetime is resuming its series where twelve child geniuses compete for a $100,000 scholarship.

Geniuses abound in television world and they make it look so fun or exciting that we all want to be like them. Who hasn’t wanted to be Doogie Howser or Angus MacGyver (yes, he had a first name)? From the gang on The Big Bang Theory to the team at Scorpion, geniuses routinely entertain and amaze us. Clearly, being smart has some benefits.

Those Saturday mornings spent at student debates, speech competitions, science fairs, and math challenges have already increased out brain function and hopefully will ward off dementia. And without any monthly subscription fees (except for cable TV).

That’s what I think. Really. How ‘bout you?

 

On the Tenth Day of Christmas my True Love Gave to Me – Ten items or less, cash only.

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Four days into the New Year. Now would be a good time to get back to normal. If you’ve been reading for a while you know that I am still in the midst of the holiday season. I won’t de-holiday until the Feast of the Epiphany, counting through all of the proverbial twelve days and marking the presentation of gifts by the Wise Men. It’s a quaint custom observed by few.

But some customs I’ll be glad to see go and the sooner the better. I would give a present a day for each of those aforementioned twelve to not have to spend 45 minutes in the checkout line at the grocery store. I can see the specialty shops being busier than normal during the holidays but for the life of me I don’t understand how an everyday, ordinary supermarket turns into Mecca between Thanksgiving and New Year’s Day. Where do all the people come from, why are they concentrating so intently at the produce as if they are perusing the masterpieces at the Louvre, and please tell me where do these people shop the rest of the year?

You can’t say they are there more because they need more during the holidays. That argument only works if you can say that someone who normally buys 1 pound of coffee but because there will be guests now needs 3 pounds of coffee that the someone will make three trips in to buy three one-pound containers of coffee.  You can’t say it’s because they are buying more and different things to eat over the holidays. They aren’t; they are substituting. Instead of buying a pack of chicken breast they are buying a whole turkey. Instead of stew meat they are reaching for a standing rib roast. Whether the green beans end up sautéed with onions and mushrooms or baked into a casserole with fried onions on top they are still just a pound of green beans.

Yes, I’ll be glad to see my store return to its pre-holiday emptiness with the only waiting done at checkout is for the cashier to ask how things are going this week.

That’s what I think. Really. How ‘bout you?

Customer Disservice

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Last night, actually early (VERY early) this morning, I was watching a blank TV screen in bed. It was the best thing I could get. When the screen wasn’t blank I had a message from the cable company that read “Something has gone wrong. Please unplug your box for ten seconds then plug it back in. When the signal returns, you can begin watching your show again.” Now that’s a polite message for a cable company. It was also a big fat lie.

About a month ago I had a semi-similar problem. I had to upgrade the type of set top box I had been using so I had them ship me a replacement for a self-install. Even after carefully following the directions I couldn’t get the thing to work. A call to the support center revealed that they couldn‘t get the thing to work either. But not for trying. I was on the phone with them for about 35 minutes while the technician sent a variety of reset signals, check error codes and ping-backs, and generally did what she could to correct my problem from a distance. It didn’t happen. After apologizing for her inability to get the box working and for making me wait so long, she arranged for a technician to come out the next day and replace the box with a new one. I was also issued a credit for being inconvenienced by the lack of service for a day.

Last night’s technician could have used some guidance from the previous encounter. After confirming my name, phone, address, social security number, mother’s maiden name, length of great toe on my left foot, and the winner of the Academy Award for best adapted screenplay of 1962 (To Kill a Mockingbird) she began her diagnostic check. First she told me to unplug my set top box for 10 seconds then plug it back in. As we waited for it to reset she told me that when the signal returns I could continue to watch my show. (Yes, I thought it sounded familiar also.)  Eventually the screen replayed the same message. “Well,” she said, “I’m stumped. Let’s set up a service appointment for you. Our next opening is next January 6 at 4:30.” Yes, that January 6. Sheesh. “Thank you for calling.”

Within minutes I received an e-mail confirming the appointment and noting that I will be charged a $50 service fee my next bill. I will be calling customer service later this morning.

Sheesh. Again.

That’s what I think. Really. How ‘bout you?

Thinking Zebras -or- The Great Annual Christmas Catalog Shopping Guide 2015 Edition

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Here it is, what you’ve been waiting for, the annual, official, one of a kind, nothing else like it, here for this year, the great, the yearly, the Christmas catalog shopping guide for 2015. Whew!

I’m going to have to consider changing the name of the Guide. Catalogs, although still a favorite reader for keeping on the coffee table for use during hockey intermissions, are going the way of corded telephones and VCRs. They are being usurped by their e-mail brethren and show up not once or twice a season but once or twice a day. Yet the over-riding intent is the same, to tempt you into buying the stuff that you have absolutely no idea they even made.

You don’t need me to guide you to radio controlled fishing boats, inflatable radio controlled minions, or sound activated dancing water portable speakers. No, the guide this year returns to the land of excess.

What can be more excessive than a replica Stanley Cup popcorn maker for a mere $99.99 (the popcorn maker is real, it’s the Stanley Cup that is the replica)? How about a motorized, rideable drinks cooler for a mere-er $999.95. You say you want something more sophisticated than hockey and beer? There is always the world’s largest Scrabble game. At over 7 feet by 8 feet this game will keep you on your toes – while reaching to spell a word. It can be under your tree for only $12,000, shipping extra.

The 2011 Guide featured what was then the most expensive item to appear in a catalog that appeared in my mailbox. That was the Optimal Resonance Audiophile Four-Way Three-Dimensional Soundstage Quality Speakers at an amazingly unrealistic $60,000.  Why I would get a catalog with items priced at more than I paid for my last 3 cars combined I don’t know. For some reason, I continue to get mail from that company. This year, we top that by better than half. The new official most expensive item in a holiday gift guide that was sent to me (still, why?) is at $185,000 a game. They call it a simulator but it’s an arcade game for your home, a race simulator mimicking 12 different types of race cars on a variety of track and conditions. Plan on having a 6 x 8 foot space cleared out in the family room for this gem.  You should know this “car” has manual transmission. You might want to buy a beater at the local used car lot to practice your shifting if you haven’t been in a stick lately.

About the title. If spending 30-some years working in the medical field taught me anything it was never discount the obvious. We, and probably many other professions, had a saying. When you hear hooves, think horses not zebras. One of the first holiday mailings I received this year proudly displayed this year’s hottest gift for your most precocious toddler. You know, the one for whom an ordinary rocking horse just won’t do. For that little tyke, the gift (that would be THE gift) is the hand carved rocking zebra. A steal at $9,000.

It’s Christmas. Discount the obvious.

That’s what I think. Really. How ‘bout you?

Want to see past Christmas Catalog Gift Guides?
2014 – The Great Annual Christmas Catalog Shopping Guide
2012 – And If You Order Now
2011 – Buy the Way

 

Does this sweater make me look fat?

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You have one more week to plan for it. National Ugly Christmas Sweater Day is next Friday, December 18. Those of you in a different nation do not fret. Even though titled “National,” the Ugly Christmas Sweater Day event is celebrated the third Friday of December worldwide.

Celebrate is certainly appropriate. Only in its fifth official unofficial year it has sparked a national 5K run benefitting Save the Children and a once a year excuse to wear something comfortable to work.

I think it’s your basic tons of fun (or kilograms of cool for those metrically inclined). But this is from someone who used to wear a tux, top hat, and groundhog lapel plush to work every February 2. Wearing a brightly (and sometimes lighted) pullover to work is almost conservative dress.

What I don’t understand is why we insist on calling it an “Ugly Christmas Sweater?” They may be loudly colored, gaudily patterned, and outrageously unflattering but that doesn’t make them ugly. Indeed, ugly and Christmas are two words that just don’t go together.

Not at all. Not at all indeed.

That’s what I think. Really. How ‘bout you?

Writing on the Walls

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I love Christmas time. It’s the craft shows. I admit it, I’m a sucker for craft shows and craft shows multiply at Christmas time like nobody’s business while making somebody some pretty good business. Not being terribly creative I appreciate those who can make things out of the whole cloth, especially the ones who use wood. I ooh and ahh over the wreaths and the glassware, the etchings and the paintwork.  But I will always stop and read the walls on the booths of those who write wisdom on 6×24 inch planks. For on them one might almost always find the perfect philosophy to live life by.

This certainly isn’t new ground. Past posts discussed self-expression by signage (Walls O’ Wisdom, March 19, 2012) with the help of departments of motor vehicles (UNDTSAY, April 2, 2012), squeezed onto license plate frames (Mobile Philosophy, June 30, 2014) and apparelly apparent (T(-Shirt) is for Thinking, July 30, 2015). The problem is that most of what gets reduced to writing has been reduced so many times over so many years that there is little left. How many times in how many different fonts in how many different finishes can you read “A Penny Saved is a Waste of Time?”

What we need are custom mass-produced pearls of wisdom, or even a good glass knock-off. I have found some of the best worded signs at shows – “Things Haven’t Been the Same Since that House Fell on My Sister,” “Don’t Tell Me What Kind of Day to Have,” and my all-time favorite “If at First you Don‘t Succeed, Redefine Success.” Still, I think we are missing some needed enlightened encouragement or encouraging enlightenment.

Things I thought I’d appreciate on my walls might be:
<<< 120 Minutes Equals One Happy Hour >>>
<<<Is it still a gift card if you buy it for yourself?>>>
<<< You can be whatever you want to be so don’t be stupid. >>>
<<< Nothing Is So Bad That You Can’t Make It Worse >>>

Just in case you didn’t know what to get me for Christmas.

That’s what I think. Really. How ‘bout you?