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I Feel Ashamed

May 5, 2010

This morning while getting ready for work it became alarmingly apparent to me that I needed to get my hair cut. I had no other after work plans so I figured “sure, why not?” As six o clock drew near I had a revelation… KFC is within walking distance of Astor Place where I get my hair cut. I declared right then and there (in my head) that I would try the Double Down tonight.

Fast forward… work is done, hair is cut, it’s go time. This isn’t really a review of the Double Down per se so much as it is a retelling of my KFC experience.

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It’s Sad to Watch a King Die

July 3, 2009


Can a website have a death rattle?  I’d like to think Myspace does.  A few years ago, I jumped on the social networking bandwagon with Myspace. It was a good time while it lasted.  I made a few friends, found some old ones I hadn’t talked to in years, and even met a few fine upstanding young ladies that are just as polite and reserved as can be.  Remembering the good times is what makes this so weird.  Myspace, you aren’t just dead to me, you are dead to anyone over the age of 12.  You used to be the king, the leader, the place everyone went to and now… you are a mere shadow of what you once were, a joke.  Facebook came on the scene and you stood fast in your smugness.  “Fuck Facebook” you said, “I’m fuckin’ Myspace!” you said.  Well look where that got you.  You refused to change, to evolve, to grow with the times, now all you are doing is trying to play catch up with Facebook much like the Simpsons is trying to do with Family Guy.

By the time you realized you were in trouble, it was already too late and the water was 5 feet over your head.  Rather than try to be the innovator again, you chose to be the copycat.  You donned your undeserved ninja garb and you snuck over to Facebooks house and sat outside it’s window, spying to see what was making it the cool kid on the block.  “Hey!  Facebook has apps!  I should have apps!”  So home you went with your intel, and you didn’t even try to pretend you weren’t sitting outside taking notes.  You didn’t try to take the idea and make it better, you copied Facebook verbatim.  “Facebook has Mafia Wars?  I’m gonna have Mafia Wars!”  Not only did you not even try to hide the fact that you were copying them, but you took so long to do it that by the time you got your apps out, everyone was getting bored with them on Facebook already.

This was when I first realized you were in the hospital with some sort of rectal cancer, hooked up to all manner of machines that were keeping you alive since your own internal organs refused to do so.  It’s in this condition I wonder how you were able to again don your ninja garb and go peek into Facebook’s window again.  Personally I don’t think you did, I think you sent someone in your place.  And what did that someone come back with?  “Hey Myspace, you don’t look so good, but I got some more info for you.  They have this bar thing that goes across the bottom of the screen.  It lets you chat with other people who are on Facebook, get quick access to applications, and lets you know when things have been updated.”  After several minutes of intense coughing up of blood and who knows what other fluids, you declared that you must have one too.  The only problem is, in your sickly state, you couldn’t figure out how to add the applications and notifications to it.  You did successfully mimic the layout for the IM though.

The point is, the surest way to tell when the leader is no longer in the lead is when it’s copying it’s closest competition.  Myspace, you have done this in spades.  You’ve layed your cards out on the table without even discarding the shitty ones to try to get better ones.  You gave up, and no one likes a quitter.  With the rash of celebrity deaths last week, it proved to me that I was holding a candle for you alone, and that I didnt’ even realize everyone else had left.  All week on my Facebook, it was a constant flood of memories and condolences for each and every one of those people who died from the people I connect with on there.  But how about you Myspace?  My bulletin board was completely devoid of such sad news.  All I found were people begging me to join their mafia and postings of people’s bar schedules.

So Saturday I made my proclamation,  7 days from that date I would be deleting my Myspace account and I let the world know it by posting a bulletin.  It is now 6 days later, and you know what?  That bulletin is still visible on my bulletin board without having to expand it.  It’s still recent news, 6 days later.  So tomorrow (Saturday), I’m pulling the plug on you.  It’s for the best old friend.  I can’t stand to watch you suffer, and deep down in your heart you know it’s the right thing to do.  When my Mom’s dog got cancer, she didn’t want to see her suffer anymore, so she took her to the vet, she got a shot, and she slipped away.  While you’re not my dog Myspace, and it’s not my place to give you that shot, it doesn’t mean I have to stick around and watch you suffer.  So I’m saying my goodbye’s now.  I’ll remember the good times and the bad, the hot chicks that wanted to be my friend (the real ones) and the hot chicks that also wanted to be my friend (the fake ones.)  I’ll remember the quizzes and the photo comments and chain bulletins that everyone fell for but me.  I’ll also remember the bad times too, because without the bad, you wouldn’t know the good was good.  So I will remember the glitter gif animations that say “sexy” and “juicy.”  I’ll remember the shitty bands wanting to be my friend even though I explicitly stated I have no interest in friending bands.

Myspace, it’s been real… and it’s been fun… but it’s time to take your sick ass behind the shed and give you some double barrel therapy.


I Mother Fucking Love BEST BUY!

April 19, 2009


That up there is the last shot my D60 took before the 19 story plunge… you can see the final time lapse over here on Flickr.  Now onto the good news… Best Buy is going to replace my camera!

I took the remains in to the NoHo BB today in hopes that I could get it replaced.  I checked the terms and conditions of the protection plan that I had bought and saw that it did cover damage from accidental drops (but not damage from war or terrorism… remember that!)  Prepared to have to fight to get my beloved D60 replaced I went in with all the details from the protection plan memorized.  I had thought of taking my Lumix in with me and recording a sales person trying to pitch the protection plan to me as backup, because I know the guy told me that it would cover stuff like this when I bought it but BB has been getting some bad press lately for some shady practices.  I figured I could use video proof of them saying it would be covered in the event they didn’t want to replace it, but I decided against this and would just roll the dice and hope for the best.

I walked in to BB and headed straight back to the returns counter, and saw like 6 people in line… grrrrrrrr.  I finally get my chance to step up to the counter and wanted to do my best to work my charm on the girl working on the other side, but got interrupted twice by assholes waling up to ask questions rather than waiting in line.  Now I’m off my game and I’m nervous.  The girl just stared at me blankly and I handed her the little wallet thing that I was given with my receipt when I bought my D60 and said “Hi, I dropped my camera.” with a smile.  I’m hoping she’ll just say “OK, it’s covered with the protection plan.” before looking at it.  She hands me back the receipt and says I need to talk to one of the Geek Squad guys about a repair.  I kinda jokingly explain that it’s beyond repair, but she says I still need to talk to them.  So I go wait behind some guy asking questions about his ipod and get my shot.

So now it’s my turn… I set the box down on the counter and hand the guy the receipt and just say “Hey, I dropped my camera.”  He says no problem and gives me the run down about sending it out to be repaired and that if it’s not cost effective to repair it, they’ll give me a new one.  I kinda smile and just ask if we can skip all that and just get me a new one because I knew it wasn’t able to be repaired.  That’s when he gave me the odd look and asked how bad it was.  I started to open the box and told him that it fell out a window, I told him it was only 10 stories instead of 19… in my head at the time it seemed like they might be more apt to replace it with half the distance traveled for some reason.  The guy took the remains out of the box and was just taken-a-back by what he was holding.

This is when I start to get nervous… he says he’ll be right back and starts walking around the counter with the corpse of my D60 and goes to a group of BB employees in blue and black shirts.  Everyone just stops and stares.  I don’t know what he was saying to them but I walked over, trying to keep the charm routine going and tell them this is what happens when a D60 tries to take on a 10 story drop.  Turns out the guy was going to bat for me to try to just get it replaced there but it’s policy that it has to be sent out.  No worries, it’s getting replaced… I don’t care!

So the guy puts the remains in a bag, actually dumping the little parts that were in the box into the bag like he’s pouring out a drink, pretty funny.  Couple minutes of entering info into the computer and I’m all set.  While writing this, I actually just got an email from Geek Squad for tracking the status of my “repair” lol.

So moral of the story?  Buy those protection plans people!  How many times have they saved my ass?  I can’t even count anymore.  I’m so fucking glad I dropped the extra $150 on that thing right now, because it’s saving me from having to spend another $600 on a new camera.  Best Buy… I fucking love you man!


It’s that time again…

February 5, 2009


There’s something beneath the surface… itching to get out… something good… something memorable… something…


Strange Days

November 5, 2008


So here we are… it feels like a whole different world to me.  I’ve never been one for voting, and save your breath for all your voting propaganda, you’re just wasting it.  But I actually got a bit caught up in all the commotion last night, which is a big step for me.  Seeing Obama get elected, by such a slaughtering margin, kinda makes me think the system may not be as bad as it seems.  Don’t get me wrong, I still despise politics, but after seeing Obama in action last night, I think this guy actually has some good intentions and can likely do some good.

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Mike Quits Smoking – Day -2

October 24, 2008

The time has come… and I’m ready.  Am I prepared?  I sure hope so, and I hope for everyone’s sake around me they are too.

Come Sunday I’m starting to take Welbutrin (Bupropian) to help me quit smoking.  It’s been all too long that I’ve had this fuckin’ habit.  I figure I’ll try to keep track of how it goes as well as any side effects of the meds because if you happen to follow that link up there, you’ll see there are a few.  The things I’ll need to give up aren’t all that important to me, like alcohol.  Can’t drink while I’m on the pills as it gives you a pretty significant chance of having a seizure, and yeah, I just don’t need one of those.

So come Sunday I start the pills, and I’m supposed to keep smoking for about a week before trying to just stop.  I’m told by others who have used this to quit smoking that after about 3 days they just didn’t want to smoke any more.  Here’s hoping this can keep George and Norman from running laps in my head like they do everytime I try to quit.  Maybe posting these will help me not want to relapse since it’ll be a semi-permanant reminder of what I’m trying to do here.  So here’s hopin’!


2 Hours in Another World

June 12, 2008

I’ve been talking about getting a bike for some time now.  I borrowed one from my buddy Nick, the one up there.  I’ve only got this for a couple weeks but I totally need to get one of these.  Gonna have to check out CL this weekend.

I just got back from a 2 hour ride around Brooklyn.  I forgot to bring my Blackberry with me so I’m not totally sure all the ground that I covered, but I rode out past Atlantic Terminal, then back over to the Navy Yard and by Admiral’s Row.  I was going to keep on going but the light began to dwindle and I got a shocking reminder that I’m dressed in all black with no reflectors on this thing when I saw a guy with a neon yellow vest and about 20 flashing LED’s ride past me.

Note… get reflectors when I get a bike of my own.

It’s kinda like being in a different world riding around on a bike.  You pay so much more attention to what is going on around you.  You also come to realize that most people really don’t pay attention to what’s going on around them.  Several times I almost got hit by someone turning, or opening their car door, or stepping off the curb, or walking out between cars.  Sadly I won’t get to go riding again until Saturday.  Until then bike… until then