Friday, July 27, 2012

To be exact.

A string of comments responding to a story about a street art installation created for the London Olympics:


In addition to recoiling at the bigoted nationalism, please note that Jim's comment cites the time of the best of Britain's departure from the British Isles as being exactly a few hundred years ago. Now I'll apply that same grammatical logic to a few other scenarios:

A: "Exactly how much does this sandwich cost?"
B: "A few dollars."

A: "Can you tell me the exact address of the hospital, please? And quickly!"
B: "It's a few blocks from here."

A: "Exactly how much jet fuel do we have left?"
B: "Enough to go a few hundred miles."
A: "Okay, well, the nearest land at our current heading is 430 miles away, so if we need to turn around, now would be the time to do it. What's the exact fuel level?"
B: "Like a few hundred gallons, I don't know."

So I'm a nerd. But honestly I think that's preferable to thinking that "a few" and "exact" can be applied to the same value. Especially if you're going to be posting stuff all over the internet for everyone to look at.


Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Just upload photos to Facebook later.

It seems like lots of horror movies produced these days center around a cinema verite shooting style that presents the action as real found footage, usually shot by a group of young adults on some little adventure. Their shaky camera operation rarely manages to capture more than a glimpse of whatever monster or apparition is tormenting them. Film creators do this because a) the terror that your imagination can create having only seen a snippet of a frightening sight is stronger than the terror you might really feel if you got a long, good look at the frightening sight, b) things are more frightening if they seem realistic, and the less you see of something that's not real, the more realistic you will imagine it to be, and c) it's much cheaper to concoct a frightening image for one second than to orchestrate entire drawn-out sequences. So this strategy makes sense.

But it occurs to me that if any message is being sent by these films, it's that you shouldn't film outings or trips that you take with your friends, especially if you are all twenty-something singles. If you're driving to the Catskill Mountains with a bunch of college buddies, for example, filming your trip seems to greatly increase the likelihood of something awful happening to you. So just take some pictures on your phone and call it good. Your friends will thank you after they're not tortured and dismembered in the Catskills.

Thursday, June 28, 2012

The friendship connection.

Few are the thoughts more comforting than the sure knowledge that, somewhere, a dear friend is sitting on the toilet at the same time you are.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Universe, you've done it again.

I was fighting an uphill battle today to stay focused on my work, and right when I was getting into an afternoon groove, the power in the office cut out and my computer shut down. So I'm going to go ahead and call that a sign, and close up shop for the day.




Actually, I do have a few things I still need to finish before I leave. It's a better story if I just drop the mic and go home, though.

Excuse me.

If you ever come across a woman who appears to be unconscious, and you want to be absolutely sure that she's not faking it before you take action, just shout to anyone nearby, "Quick, call an ambulance! I think this woman is pregnant!" If the prone woman suddenly, indignantly blurts out, "Excuse me?", then you'll know it's not quite as bad as it looks.

If she really is obviously pregnant, just shout something like, "Ma'am, are you all right?" Chances are she's not, because in my experience, pregnant women don't goof around too much.

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Two for Tuesday's.

Max and I were out on a going-back-to-sleep-after-a-day-rendered-very-irregular-by-lots-of-vomiting-made-him-wake-up-screaming-at-midnight drive in the car at 1:00 am, and we drove past a scrolling electronic marquee outside of a salon that read, "TWO FOR TUESDAY'S ON HAIRCUTS". The good thing about that advertisement is that everyone who sees it will (mostly) understand what message it is trying to convey. The bad thing about it is that a real person had to have programmed it, probably looking it over at least once and maybe even having a couple of other people pass on it before it was deemed street-worthy. The worse thing about it is that hundreds of people will drive past it, register it, and find nothing wrong. Why can't the English learn to speak?

Friday, May 4, 2012

Holy crap, a baby!

I've been watching a lot of early-morning supernatural-thriller TV shows on TNT lately. Let me back up. I sell plasma twice a week at the circus, and the easiest time for me to go is early in the morning. Now let me back up on that one. People call it "donating" plasma, usually, but I get paid each time I do it, so I call it "selling", and the transaction doesn't literally take place at a circus, but in a building whose pay-for-fluids function is a draw for a crowd so eclectic that it could be compared to a circus troupe. And scattered amongst the beds we lie in while our blood is pumped in and out of us are monitors on which are shown whatever shows or movies the staff deem appropriate to subject us to. And early in the morning, those monitors are all tuned to TNT, who from around 7:00 am to at least 9:00 am runs a lineup comprised of shows that all involve a team of protagonists battling otherwordly, supernatural foes, usually with the help of their own supernatural powers (check your local listings).

I never go to the plasma center without an iPod and a book, as much to avoid getting in a conversation with a crazy person as to shut out whatever program's being screened. But I can't help but notice bits and pieces of what's being shown on TV while I'm there - there are like twenty screens in that room, for about 64 people. And I believe I have cracked the TNT Original Series formula for creating enough drama in any of these supernatural thrillers for it to live up to the "we know drama" assertion TNT so regularly makes (I know TNT asserts this regularly because I like to watch the NBA on TNT. I like how Ernie keeps those other guys on track). For the most part, from what I have seen, these series are built on a framework of television-grade storytelling (and not good TV writing, just regular TV writing), and colored with television-grade acting and television-grade special effects.

So, with so many lackluster elements comprising an underwhelming whole, what can be done to make these shows dramatic enough to deliver on their promise? I'll tell you what can be done: stick a baby in there. Just keep all the interpersonal intrigue and peril right where it is, but throw an infant right into the middle of it. The viewers will go, "Holy crap, a baby! What's that baby doing in there? Someone needs to grab that baby!" I know that's the response that will be elicited, because it always does that to me. This morning, for example, I had noticed when I looked up to stretch my neck that there was an malevolent-looking hag skulking around on screen, and I thought nothing of it. But the next time I looked up, that old witch was standing over a bassinet with a 6-month-old wiggling around in it, and I was immediately concerned about what was going on. I realized quickly that I had gotten hooked on exactly what TNT wanted me to get hooked on, and feeling a little foolish, I dropped my gaze back to Poor Economics, which is a darn sight more engaging than poor television. Then, thirty minutes later, I noticed that a frantic lady was being held against the ceiling in her house by some unseen force. No problem. Then I saw that she was suspended directly above the crib of a sleeping baby! Again, I was invested in a snap! Babies. It's just how TNT gets you.

But I've got something to tell you: SPOILER ALERT!!! The babies in these TNT ghost-witch shows are never in any real danger. No matter what happens, they come out untouched. Like when that hag was in that little boy's bedroom, the kid's sorcerer dad, imprisoned in another dimension, thought of his son, and the kid was suddenly enveloped in a glowing blue force field. Knowing this, save your time. Watch something else on TV at seven in the morning. Actually, don't watch TV at seven in the morning.