I’m sure you’ve seen it or heard it. I’m talking about the Embarq advertisement for free TV.
Obviously it’s a popular ad.
But what’s the appeal? I simply don’t know. What bugs me most, however, is the little ditty “they don’t call her Queen Tut, for nothin'”
It’s about her being made of gold and calling her Queen Tut. Anyone else see the problem?
RIIIIIGHT. It’s King Midas who was tied to gold, not Tut! So “Queen Tut” doesn’t make any sense at all. Even the fact that King Tut was buried in a coffin made of gold doesn’t validate the ad. I wouldn’t buy Embarq now if for no other reason than their misappropriation of history. Get it right if you’re gonna’ hang your hat on it.
So, while I’m hip with the various dopey yet catchy freecreditreport.com jingles, the Embarq one just irks me.
OK. So regardless of what you might think about Kevin Smith, or Dogma, the movie he wrote and directed (and played Silent Bob in), this is pretty funny:
Well, it’s not like I’m some sort of prescient person and know what the world is really thinking about… but there have been a few instances of things I write about in the last few months actually capturing some amount of world-wide attention. So this post is simply a note to the file on what happened.
Remember the post from a few months ago about the Last Lecture? Randy was diagnosed with cancer, fought a hell of a fight and along the way, delivered what many people consider to be the greatest inspirational speech of all time. He died on July 25, 2008. It’s not only a tragedy for his wife and children… but also for the millions of people he was able (and will continue) to inspire.
Much less important than Randy, Nike actually responded to the cultural request of my generation and has released the Hyperdunks’s. Here is info. And more info. And even more. Awesome. Now people are working on the auto-lacing mechanism.
Pandering to my Generation
Songs from the 80s continue to permeate the current cultural zeitgeist. Which isn’t really saying much. In fact, with the Olympics on TV, I get the same round of commercials over and over and over and over and… oops, sorry. Stuck in a loop.
Anyways, what I was saying is that I get to see a lot of the same commercials. One of them is for JC Penny. The commercial’s background music is Simple Minds’ classic “Don’t You (forget about me)” from one of my favorite movies, The Breakfast Club. The kids in the commercial are reenacting several of the scenes from the movie – and I turn to Tina and ask – “so, do you think the director had to explain to them: OK… now I want you to run down this hallway really fast, then do a floor-slide past the turn and run back towards the camera? Or do you think he just showed them the movie?”
But commercials aren’t the only things participating in this recycling lifestyle. I actually saved money by getting digital cable the other day… which now gives me access to all of my favorite shows from my formative years. Emergency!, CHiPs, Quincy, Kojak, A-Team, Knight Rider (though the new series starts on 9/24!!!). But I realized that these shows, while all cutesily fatally flawed (it’s really funny to see some of the “procedures” performed by John and Roy on Emergency! and compare them to what I learned as an EMT 19 years later), are really the genesis for almost all of TV today:
Emergency! is now ER or any other hospital/ambulance show
Quincy is CSI before they realized that people WANT to see the science
Kojak is The Shield; and Barney Miller is The Closer, Law and Order and any other cop show
A-Team is Burn Notice
Brady Bunch is now Jon & Kate Plus 8 (why invent what really exists?)
Knight Rider is now Knight Rider (some things have to be cloned exactly)
I grew up watching all sorts of shows about people my age trying to deal with life. The Facts of Life, 90201, then on to Melrose Place and Friends. Most of these shows had a fatal flaw. They were populated by self-centered, narcissistic, vapid characters.
Well, no more. Now’s there’s ‘llectuals.
One of my favorite toys as a child (and yes, even as an adult), is Lego. The bricks are great fun for stress relief and they require at least some amount of imagination. I have sets back from the early 70s all the way to a pristine, in-the-box collection of all of the Harry Potter-related sets (I don’t know why I’m keeping them in the box, other than to say I have them… maybe I’d let my kids play with them?).
But the toy villain from my youth has got to be the Rubik’s Cube. They musta’ released a billion versions of that thing in the 80s. And if 9 squares/side wasn’t bad enough in about 10 different sizes (from microscopically small to desk-size large), the 12 square/side version (Rubik’s Revenge, I believe it was called) was awful. Then they released them in ball-shaped versions, triangle-shaped versions… even a thing called the snake.
So I’m quite happy to see that someone took the time to build a Lego Mindstorms (computer-controlled Legos) set that is designed to solve a Rubik’s Cube. It works by color-reading each side, generating a solution set and executing it. Check it out:
There’s a new show on CBS called Flashpoint. It’s about hostage negotiators and snipers.
Now… I’m into negotiation, so you’d think that I’d love this show. I mean sure, the technology is cool – I wouldn’t mind having someone assist every now and again with a voice in my ear while I’m in the middle of a negotiation… but the rest of the show just drags on.
To be honest, I was hoping for a little less talky-talky and a little more shooty-shooty.
So, tonight I was watching the 2008 Miss Universe pageant on TV (don’t ask, it was the only thing on). Apparently, tonight was near the end, so there were 8 or so women left – evening gown competition time. Miss USA tripped down the initial step and fell flat on her butt. She was poised, got back up and kept moving as if it never happened.
Tina immediately wondered aloud how long it would take for video to appear on YouTube. So I went to look. Nope… not yet.
UPDATE (7/14/08): Video is now posted:
BUT, there WERE other videos of Miss USA 2007 at the Miss Universe 2007 pageant also falling on her butt.
So, two years in a row, the Miss USA contestant falls at the Miss Universe pageant during the evening gown portion of the event. Doesn’t this qualify for some sort of curse, chant or other superstition?
About 2 years ago, I wrote a story about getting my PowerBook G4 fixed as a result of a hinge problem. At the time, I was indignant that Apple had a known defect in their product and wouldn’t repair it for me. I spent some time in the AppleStore in Durham, NC (this was before the one in Raleigh opened) trying to see if they would assist under warranty… and they didn’t. So my post was a result of my frustration at trying to get help for something I thought Apple should’ve taken care of, yet didn’t.
However, I didn’t lose my cool at the AppleStore, on the phone with Apple or anywhere else. If anything, I was mostly upset with myself and sad that I was going to have to pay a few hundred dollars for something I knew I was going to replace relatively soon.
Today I saw a post on Gizmodo about another guy who “Lost his S#?!” at the AppleStore in DC. It linked to a comic he wrote about the experience. (The comic is safe, but the comments afterwards are a little NSFW, so view this at home and away from young eyes).
Essentially, the guy had a very similar machine that I used to have… and he wanted to install a wireless card in it after purchase. He was upset that the screws on the machine weren’t “standard” (they’re TORX, which are, as you’ll see from reading the comments, standard) and that he says he had trouble finding them at various stores (which people in the comments refute). He was upset that Apple wouldn’t give him a screwdriver in the AppleStore to fix his own machine (for the same reasons that your auto mechanic won’t let you use their tools to fix your car).
He ultimately lost his cool at the AppleStore and wrote the comic as a way to vent.
Now, per my other missives above, I do understand venting. I also understand being frustrated by a situation that I believe is somehow unfair.
But I do NOT take it out on others (Tina may disagree, since she hears me at home). So let me clarify… I don’t take it out on the customer service person who really doesn’t have much control over the situation.
[Update – about 3 seconds after hitting Publish]: OK… so I realize that by posting this little story, I’m probably perpetuating something that should just die. And, as Tina reminds me (man, I really love this girl) arguing with everyone I ever disagreed with isn’t productive. Which, in turn, reminded me of one of my favorite comic artists of all time. So I’m converting this post from a semi-rant to a positive suggestion for you all to read XKCD.com on a regular basis. Here’s one of Randall’s drawings, completely on point.