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And if you order now…

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‘Tis the season for catalog shopping. No, you’re not having déjà vu. That is the way we opened our last blog. But, it really is the season for catalog shopping and today we bring you our long awaited annual holiday gift guide. You’ll recall a few posts ago we teased you with a couple early favorites – the rechargeable illuminated wrenches with stand for $79.95 and the home cellulite smoother kit at $1,500 plus shipping. (See Welcome to Black Cyber Month (Nov. 30, 2012.) Those are intriguing but don’t compare to last year’s pick, the Optimal Resonance Audiophile Four-Way Three-Dimensional Soundstage Quality Speaker at the low, low price of $60,000 for the pair. (See Buy the Way, Dec. 1, 2011.) What will this year’s top catalog pick be?

None of our catalogs has anything close to the $60,000 price tag of that space saving yet concert hall replicating powerful gem of a speaker set. Perhaps retailers feel American shoppers are saving more than spending this year. Or else, since Neither of We ordered anything from them we weren’t graced with the Truly Extravagant line this year. For whatever reason, we have a more modest selection for you this year.

Perhaps you’ve lost your dog for the last time and you aren’t going to run all over the neighborhood trying to track the canine escapist. No need to. Let the satellites track your pooch while you check out the progress at your computer desk. Yes it’s a GPS tracking device for your dog. It’s a collar. It’s a transmitter. It’s water resistant (important for dogs in flight). It’s only $95 with the first three months of tracking service included. Try as we might, we just couldn’t find the regular price for the service after the first three months.

If you want to chase your runaway the old fashioned way but you live in Blizzardville, fear not. Snowshoes are just an order away. What? You can get snowshoes at the local snow shoe emporium, you say. Perhaps so but not in 8 designer colors and in family packs. Get the whole family out looking. A set of 4 for Mom, Dad, and 2 of the 2.3 children start at $470.

Just can’t stay out of touch? How about a watch for him or a bracelet for her that connects via Blue Tooth to your phone and vibrates whenever a call or text message is received. You can check out the display and nobody at your conference table will think you’re distracted by checking on your phone all the time. You may have to explain why you keep checking your watch instead. Starting at $109.99

All these might be terrific gifts for someone on your Nice List. Our favorite though, is the folding electric bicycle. Reaching speeds of up to 14 miles per hour and running for up to 2 hours on a single charge, it’s the perfect way to get away if you don’t want to get away too far. It’s your for only $5,000 plus $300 shipping.

We wonder if it comes assembled.

Now, that’s what we think. Really. How ‘bout you?

We regret to inform you…

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‘Tis the season for catalog shopping. Whether on-line or a hard-copy catalog, people are still looking at colorful pictures, picturing loved ones in those colors, and sending off credit card numbers and waiting for packages on the porch to be there to greet them every day after work. Neither of We is any different.

Sometimes the operation is as smooth as we just described it. Every now and then an e-mail pops up that says, ‘Sorry, we regret to inform you that something bad happened and you won’t get your gift until May’ dashing hopes of holiday cheer and now wondering what to get Uncle Ed. She of We had just such an e-mail a bit ago. Well, actually, no, she didn’t. She got an e-mail not at all like that. This is what she got.

Unfortunately, we have to inform you of an error the fulfillment warehouse made which resulted in your order not shipping. Nope. Nada. None. It had not shipped as of yesterday. We are so sorry for this error!

We have confirmed that the warehouse has now fixed the error and your order will be en-route to you as of Monday 12/7 if it is not already.

Of course, the big question is: Will it arrive by Christmas? YES – you will receive it in time!

Don’t you just love it? ‘Dear customer, we made a mistake and you weren’t getting anything but we fixed it and now you will get it. And on time.’ No blaming the slowness of the mail. No blaming the foibles of electronic transmissions. No blaming volume or “this unanticipated popularity of our items.” Nope. We messed up, we fixed it, it’s on its way. And with cheerful punctuation!

‘Tis the season for catalog shopping. And ‘tis the season for occasional disappointment. We think it’s good that somebody out there takes a light-hearted approach at their job. Why be so serious? Especially when it comes to punctuation!

Now, that’s what we think. Really. How ‘bout you?

 

Buttons, Buttons, Self-Controlling Buttons

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In our last post we riled for a bit about buttons.  Buttons on the remote controls that we’re certain on there just to frustrate us when we’re trying to change channels in a dark room. We’ve discovered another set of buttons that are out to rule the world.  Unlike the irritating but basically innocent buttons of remote controls, household appliances, even car radio and climate controls, these buttons pose threats and real danger.  They are the buttons on your hand held electronic devices.

Phones, readers, and tablets all have those cunning buttons along their edges, built into the seams separating the front and back pieces, hiding where nobdoy with fat fingers or long nails can reach but are pushovers for a little pressure from a nearby pen in a briefcase.  Yes, they are…turned on remotely.

Consider these real life examples.  On a recent trip, He of We dutifully turned off his phone before boarding and slipped it into his carry-on soon to be stowed under the seat in front of him.  When arriving at his destination, he took it out to text his progress to She of We and discovered it was already on.  It was on without him having to have held the power button in until his finger went numb. Not long ago at a food court a young lady a couple tables away shrieked (yes, shrieked) in horror and dismay that her tablet not only turned itself on in the depths of her classic messenger bag, but had also drank up the last of the juice in its battery.

Power switches work both ways.  Both of We have had readers and phones turn themselves off.  Usually He of We’s phone magically turns itself off sometime before She of We calls, thus prompting wonderings of why he bothers to carry a phone that he never answers.

Turning electronics on or off isn’t all these device controllers do for themselves.  No, these pieces of silicon and solder switch modes, take pictures, open files, and call friends or relatives with no human assistance.  Remember that the next time your phone rings and you’re standing in the middle of an intersection yelling “Hello, hello.  You pocket dialed me again!” into it.

Buttons, buttons.  If they aren’t frustrating you when you can’t figure out what they do, they’re frustrating you by doing things on their own.  Maybe when the day of everything being voice activated comes along it wil all be better.  Yeah, right.

Now, that’s what we think. Really. How ‘bout you?

 

 

Buttons, Buttons, They Have Too Many Buttons

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He of We never thought of them as too many until She of We brought it up.  After all, there were only three of them.  But to be honest about it, one was confusing, one didn’t make any changes, and one nobody really knew what it did.  But still, how confusing could it be.  After all, it’s only a toaster.

She of We has been on an anti-button quest for as long as He of We has known her. “All you need is power, volume, and channel,” she often says of the TV remote.  He of We secretly agrees with her but sometimes really just wishes for one remote. The one for the cable that’s suppsoed to run everything never does and the one for the DVD is never there when you need it.  But fewer remotes mean more buttons.  Or does it.  Even if one remote is running three or even four entertainment devices, the commands are as universal as the remotes are supposed to be.  Power, volume, channel, and for the DVD, play and stop.  Throw a “menu” button in for the DVD and the cable and that’s still only 10 buttons.

The point of too many buttons was hammered home the day She of We counted them.  Fifty-three buttons on the cable remote, 32 on the TV remote, 19 on the microwave, and 10 on the coffee maker. Do they all have to be so complicated.  It’s like all of the appliances were designerd by committee.  Perhaps they were.  Hopefully they won’t revolt.

As we’re typing this, we’re counting buttons.  Excluding those for the letters and numbers, this computer has 27 additional buttons.  That’s 27 more buttons than a classic Underwood typewriter of 85 years ago.  And it gets us to the Internet and around the world.  Yet the cable remote has twice as many buttons and it barely gets us around the channel guide.  Like that third mystery button on the toaster, we aren’t actually even certain that they all do anything.

Se here’s our advice for the electrical engineer who is charged with designing people friendly accessories.  Power.  Channel.  Volume.

Now, that’s what we think. Really. How ‘bout you?

Shades of Camo

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We have all at least once had that elusive dream of writing the great American novel.  Those of you in Australia, Canada, the UK, and other points outward please substitute your favorite country in that description.  We’re a little busy and probably can’t take the time right now to generate a really good, steamy, no holds barred, sexy, sensual, erotic, thriller.  But if you have some spare time, here’s our idea.

First we start with a really implausible triangle.  Let’s take two high ranking, make that very, very high ranking military officers.  A couple of 4 star generals will do.  Now let’s throw in a young chick who doesn’t have a real job but is always throwing parties for her best buds over at the nearby air force base.   Now we need the side characters.  Let’s toss in a clingy mistress, an evil twin, and a recently re-elected president.  And give each of the main characters spouses.  We figure one wife who will stand by her man, one husband who chases tail all day at work, and another wife who doesn’t come out at all until the next to the last chapter.

Now that we have the characters we need a good implausible plot.  Boy grows up never learning to shoot a BB gun and swears he’ll become the most powerful military leader of the free world, so powerful that eventually they’ll ask him to use his powers to spy on the rest of the world and so good at that someday women all over the world will fight for the opportunity to “write his biography” (wink, wink). While all that is going on, another boy grows up to learn the value of saving all of his testosterone for future letter writing when he’ll someday use it to become famous for e-mailing over 20,000 pages of flirty flim flam.  Nobody can write “oh baby, baby” as many times as he can and mean it!   They all meet at a party hosted by the women of no visible means of support where each vies for the opportunity to tell the world just how good a mother the hostess’s sister is.

Meanwhile, the mistress is missing out on all the fun and sends respectful requests to the party-girl that she better not be writing a biography (wink, wink) too.  When her advances bring no responses she ups the ante and uses dirty words.  Now she’s done it.  The merrymaker goes to the local office of the secret national police to complain.  Fortunately the young officer who takes her complaint takes a special, and shirtless, personal interest in her and swears he’ll not rest until heads roll over the bad behavior the world has shown her.  Why it has him so steamed that his muscles bulge ala the Incredible Hulk until he busts out of his shirt rendering him shirtless.  And special.

General Number Two continues to write “oh baby, baby” 100,000 times on the electronic black board.

General Number One sensing something bad is about to happen urges his biographer (wink, wink) to chill on the respectful requests and while we’re at it, breaks up with her.  “No dice,” the writer (wink, wink) says, “nobody is going to make me forget about my illicit love affair, not you, not her, not even my husband.”

And General Number Two continues to write “oh baby, baby” another 100,000 times while waiting for the little blue pill to kick in.

Soon the Geeky Squad has confiscated everybody’s computer where they find a draft of a not yet delivered press release saying, “It wasn’t me, it was my evil twin. She’s the bad one!” and signed by both sisters.

General Number Two adds several more thousand “oh baby, baby” to his list.

While all this is going on the newly re-elected president is not happy.  (That’s the short chapter.)

And General Number Two writes, “oh baby, baby.  Hoo hah!”  (Probably the little blue pill finally, well, you know.)

So, what do you think.  We’re certain it will be a hit.  It’s just impossible enough that people will actually believe it and it could sell millions.  But if you’re not so certain about that one, we have another idea. It’s about a very, very high ranking military officer who is demoted for padding his expense account by close to $100,000 while living in Africa.  How can you spend $100,000 in Africa?  Organic Lion Chow of course.

Hoo hah.   

Now, that’s what we think. Really. How ‘bout you?

 

 

Things We Learned On Election Day

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The election is over.  According to the news coverage of this year’s Presidential election, we learned that candidates through social media were able to go directly to the voters and skip the traditional news outlet thus creating excitement in getting out and voting in numbers we’ve not seen before.  Worldwide there was more interest in our election by some people than in the elections in their own countries.  It came after a campaign that stretched over 17 months and $8 billion.  Anything that big must have some lasting lessons learned.  Here are ours.

When Election Day falls on the first really cold day of the year, people get to break out their winterwear for the first time.  This means that many of them will end up wearing lift tickets from last ski season on their jackets like either a) a medal attesting to their prowess on the beginners’ slope, b) visible proof that they are of the means to take ski vacations even if it was 8 months ago, or c) equally visible proof that they don’t have a mirror handy to the front door.

There will be at least one person within 15 feet of you who is at the wrong precinct and will do his darnedest to try convincing the judge of elections to let him vote where he already is.

Even though at the primaries people were very obvious about who they were supporting for a variety of offices by wearing buttons, carrying signs, or having their favorite candidate’s name carved into their hairstyle, when the general election rolls around it is very obvious that nobody wants to admit who they are supporting by the complete lack or signs, cards, signs, placards and buttons, or the unexplained presence of hair extensions.

Somebody is going to have a hat that will make others want to laugh out loud.  Somebody else will be wearing gloves that don’t match.

Speaking of signs, campaign signs on public roadsides, intersections, and highway exit ramps will remain there forever next to the Humphrey/Muskie signs behind the guide rail.

People who want their first graders to experience democracy in action should do it after school because doing it before on an election day that is supposed to bring out 115% of registered voters will cause the child to steam and scream when he and/or she figures out that school started 10 minutes ago.

Newscasters really do believe states are either red or blue.

If you’re standing in a line outside a polling place there will be somebody behind you who wants to talk to somebody in front of you and the somebody in front of you will always invite the somebody behind you to come up and join him but never the other way around.

It doesn’t matter who won, who lost, or who got a write-in vote, but it matters very much that the campaigns are over and we can now go back to watching television ads for the magic ear wax vacuum.

Now, that’s what we think. Really. How ‘bout you?

 

 

Open Sesame

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We’re not even certain how we got onto the discussion of passwords but sometime, somewhere over the past week we ended up asking ourselves did Ali Baba really say “Open Sesame?”

It would certainly be an easier phrase to remember than some of the strange concoctions we’ve concocted to satisfy our computer password requirements.  At He of We’s workplace, passwords must be at least 8 characters, no longer than 26 characters (really, 26) must contain at least two upper case characters, two lower case characters, one number and one symbol, must not contain any 4 letter portion of his user name or any 4 letter portion of his real name, must not have been used in the last 36 months, and must not spell out the company name.

Sometime last week somebody published some list somewhere about passwords.  Yes, we can be more specific but we don’t want to.  Partly because we aren’t sure who these people are.  They are so and so research, such and such consultants, or somebody or other institute.  They have to stay somewhat cloaked if not daggered because passwords are supposed to be secret.  How does one publish an opinion of others’ secret information? 

But we digress.  This list included the worst passwords you could use and the number one worst password of them all, Password.  Apologies to Allen Ludden.  Other bad choices include 12345 etc, iloveyou, and letmein.  Our favorite of the worst is letmein (let me in) because it sounds so plaintive and assumes computers have all the power.

Another point in favor of letmein is its historical significance.  Literarily speaking that is.  When Ali Baba followed the forty thieves to their lair he heard the leader say Open Sesame to open the door to their cave.  Open Sesame did not make it on to the list of bad passwords so either nobody is using it or it’s not such a bad password.  Maybe it’s ok because nobody understands it any better than He of We’s workplace password rules.  Why sesame?  Why not caraway? Or poppy seed?  What about basil or parsley?

One explanation is that Sesame dialectically translates with different pronunciations to differentiate friend from foe and etymologically grew up to become the Hebrew word sisma, meaning password. (Or so we’re told.  On a good day we can be confused with proper English used grammatically correct.)  And everybody knows from the mysterious institute that the last word you want to use for a password is password.

Soon you’ll be able to use a picture for your password.  Imagine those rules.  No smirking, left profile only, colors present in nature during spring in Scandinavia.  Come on now.  Are we really hiding secrets that important in our files anyway?  Open Oregano!

Now, that’s what we think. Really. How ‘bout you?

And if you order now…

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This is the worst time of year.  No, we aren’t talking about the fall foliage.  That’s beautiful.  And we don’t mean the World Series.  That’s a Fall Classic!  We don’t mean the start of hockey season.  That’s usually happening about now.  We don’t mean fall craft shows.  That’s a great way to get ready for Christmas.  We don’t even mean high school football.  That’s almost a religion.  But it is just the worst time of year.  If you watch television between 1 and 6 am.

In the summer you get the local lawn guys and pool guys and remodeling guys.  In the winter you get the Christmas sales and the restaurants and the shipping companies.  In the spring you get the nurseries and garden centers.  But now, between major marketing moments, all you get are the 2 minute versions of the infomercial filling in the late night and weekend commercial time slots.

Have you seen the latest?  An ear vacuum.  Everybody knows you can’t clean your ears with a cotton swab.  We learned that right after we learned how to hit a curve ball.  (Sorry, World Series time you know.)  Now you don’t have to worry about puncturing your ear drum with a cotton ball on a stick.  Now there’s an ear vacuum.  We aren’t making this up.  And with it you get 8 color coded tips for each member of the family.  But wait.  If you order now, they’ll double it!  Two ear vacuums and 16 individual tips for each member of your really big family!

This is a very disturbing trend that we have noticed.  Everything is doubled.   Warehouses worldwide must be overloaded and this is the method by which inventories will be reduced.  Buy one, get two.  Do we really need two doggy steps, two abdominal binders, or two bug zappers?  Is life twice as good with double the shoe stretchers or skin tag removers or water sealers?  Do we really have to act now to maximize our quantities of vegetable choppers, never need sharpened knives, or knife sharpeners?  The way things are being sold in pairs we’re pretty sure Noah is behind the marketing decisions.

Clearly somebody bought too much of a good(?) thing and wants to move that product now.  Shelf space is expensive and nobody is making any money with stuff sitting on them.  (The shelves, not the bodies.)  But doubling everything?  Can’t they get together and share the purchasers? 

“Act now” deals are nothing new.  Years ago when every other commercial was for every record every recorded there was always a premium for those who would “act now.”  If you bought every love song of the 60’s, 70’s, and 80‘s they sent you a rolodex to keep track of which album and track you’d find “Love Me Do.”  Spring for the complete set of national anthems as played by Harry and his Harmonica and you’d also get a lifetime supply of never run pantyhose.  Or score it big with Latin language records and they threw in an electric ice crusher that chunked, chipped, or shaved at the touch of a button. 

Yes, those guys knew marketing. They didn’t just toss in a second set of something.  They made it irresistible.  And who needs two cheese graters anyway?  They only thing we can think of that we’d want two of are two llamas.  That’s some soft warm fur there.  Ear muffs for everyone.  Sixteen color coded, warm and fuzzy, individually wrapped muffs for every member of your family!

Now, that’s what we think.  Really.  How ‘bout you?

 

 

Cleanliness is next to the scrambled eggs

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Regular readers know we like to go out to eat.  We’ve mentioned it in more than a few posts.  Usually we also mention our likes and dislikes and usually there are more likes than dislikes.  Usually.

Recently we were at a national chain family restaurant.  To hear them say it, they are the ones who invented wholesome long before your great-grandmother thought of it.  They also invented hearty, healthy, hunger-satisfying, and home-style.  Unfortunately, they didn’t invent the dishwasher.

It was a Sunday morning, late enough that most of the after church crowd had already been through but early enough that the mid-day crowd hadn’t.  We didn’t even have to wait for a seat, and once we were seated behind the faux barn rails it didn’t take much time for us to make our choices.  And although it took a bit longer than it really needed for our choices to be turned into food, they should have taken a bit longer and washed the plates.  Yep, dirty plates.  Two of them.  Both served to She of We. 

She beckoned to the waitress and expressed concern over having to eat from a dirty plate.  At this point she had only been given one of the dirty dishes.  Waitress Lady told us that we shouldn’t be too concerned.  “They’re working back there with lots of grease you know.”  The rim of the plate was clearly soiled and She of We let Waitress Lady clearly know she’d wait for a clearly clean one.  So off it went – plate 1 of 2.  (Why is it that breakfast combinations always come on two plates?)   While waiting for a new Plate #1, Plate #2 came out and Waitress Lady hustled back to the back and was soon back again with replacement Plate #1.  Back she came just as She of We was scraping along the rim of Plate #2.  More former food residue.  “Can I have this redone also please?” and off it went back to the back.

Soon, much too soon, Waitress Lady was back again with Plate #2.  “I lifted up the pancakes and it looked clean under there so I put them on a new plate for you,” and she beamed the smile of one who had discovered penicillin.  As perhaps she had.

“Thank you,” said She of We, “but I’ll wait for new pancakes.”  (Which were remarkably tasty and fluffy when finally they did appear but that’s a whole different post.)

To make a long story even longer, after more excuses about all the grease they’re cooking with back there (there was nothing about lard on the menu but Waitress Lady has us wondering), we finally got clean plates, full meals, and a check.  The check was for the table next to ours but it was a start.

As we were on our way out the young lady working the cash register asked those ominous words, how was everything, and got to hear everything.  She of We was very polite and said the food was very good but she had to wait for all of her selections because they kept coming out on dirty plates.  And everything was a bit cold.  And we got the wrong check.  And the young lady asked us to wait and the manager was soon out and expressed his concern over our concerns with an immediate discount.

And even though it was a remarkably unremarkable meal, we’ll probably go back because we’re pretty sure that the manager was on his way to see the dishwashers.  Whether they deserved it or not, he probably gave them another chance.

And so will we.  

Now, that’s what we think.  Really.  How ‘bout you?

 

Dressed for Success

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Tomorrow there will be new meaning to Casual Friday in at least 30 U. S. cities.  Pittsburgh and Nashville get their turn today.  That would be Football Gear Friday in the 32 NFL home cities plus wherever rabid fans live.

The whole Casual Friday phenomenon which began in earnest at the tail end of the twentieth century was to embrace the beginning of the weekend with a more relaxed approach to office dress.  True casual dress such as shorts and t-shirts never made the grade beyond some uber-casual businesses mostly ending in dot-com.  But a more relaxed look took hold and spawned the whole concept of business casual.  Something you wouldn’t mind meeting clients in during the week day and then heading out for a couple after work without stopping at home for a wardrobe adjustment.  And life went on.  Until…

Until the football fanatics took over.  And football is the perfect sport to stretch the rules with.  Baseball plays every day of the week.  Hockey plays every day of the week.  NASCAR is already as casual as you can get.  But football is ideal.  What a better event to look forward to on a Friday afternoon than the culminating event of Sunday afternoon.  It is the weekend. 

It probably started innocently enough.  A lapel pin in the sport coat, a bracelet festooned with the local team logo, an earring here, a pendant there.  Rivals within the same building would look for the bigger cheering device.  Coffee cups, lunch bags, even briefcases.  Flags were hung outside office windows and banners were draped across reception desks.  The momentum was on and there was no going back!

Accessories soon gave way to golf shirts with team logos replacing the breast pocket.  Team hats would be seen topping tall heads in the elevators.  Scarves and sweaters with patterns embracing the home team came next.   Then it went where Casual Friday had resisted all those years.  T-shirts and sweatshirts with logos, inspirational team sayings, and pictures of favorite players cracked the casual barrier.  Then it was only a matter of the playoffs coming to town that brought replica jerseys into boardrooms where the morning meetings were led by replica mascots.

And so, every Friday in 32 cities plus the outlier cities with the out-placed rabid fans the commuter trains and busses, the freeways and parkways, the offices and factories, the coffee shops and emergency rooms turn into seas of Black and Gold, of flocks of angry birds, of packs of Lions and Panthers and Bears (oh my).  And the day marches by and it might seem a little odd, responsible adults dressing like high schoolers at a pep rally.  But the morning chats are lighter, the desks clear of clutter a little faster, and the trip for a couple after work a little shorter.

Monday will come soon enough.  Have a little fun before the weekend.  Go ahead and take the casual way to work tomorrow.  Or today if you’re in Pittsburgh or Nashville.

Now, that’s what we think.  Really.  How ‘bout you?