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MUNI Sucks

MUNI Sucks!
On my way home, it was my turn to go grocery shopping. So, after a decent 15 minute ride on the J-Church line, I was at Safeway. So, I pick up everything that I needed for tonight’s dinner (chicken breasts marinated in a barbeque sauce that I make from scratch, fat-free refried beans, and spanish rice) and proceeded to an open register. When the cashier finished up with the groceries, I said “Oh and two fast passes.” So, the cashier gets on her intercom and calls the courtesy clerk desk who promptly informs her that they were our of fast passes. Give me a break! It’s the second day of the freaking month (each month’s fast pass is good until the 3rd) and they’re out??
Tomorrow, I am going to have to go out to a pharmacy by the office, get fast passes and bring one to Janet’s office so she doesn’t have to shell out a dollar for the ride home. Sheesh! It just proves that something has to go wrong every single day with the San Francisco Municipal Railway.

Posted in Muni Chronicles.


Morning a loss

Call me a geek, but I am really bumming these days. Star Trek: Deep Space Nine is on its final season. This means that for about a year, there will be only one Star Trek show on network television, and that's the crappy Star Trek: Voyager. I remember when Voyager first came on the air… my father and I were psyched up for it. We called each other before it started, and my father promised not to call me until after the episode finished (he is on eastern time, and I am, of course on pacific time&#41. I remember watching the opening few minutes… then the intro with that damn sappy music… by the time the episode was over, all I could think is that if Kirk was running things, that damn ship would have been back in the Alpha Quadrant in about 15 minutes, and he would have spent the last 45 minutes of the show getting a better crew. So, in an effort to start viewership, they brought in some big-boobed borg in a skintight catsuit and high heels. Ok, we let Counselor Troi get away with wearing a skintight number, so I can give the Voyager creators some leeway on that one… but high heels? High heels have no place on a military vessel… no matter what century it is.
So, back to my original statement, instead of killing off that dog of a series named Voyager, they're killing off DS9. How many times can they orphan poor Worf? First they blow up the Enterprise on him, then they kill his wife off, and now he's going to be homeless once again. What are they going to do? Shoot him into the Delta Quadrant in order to save Voyager's crew (and its ratings&#41? Hey, Rick Berman (producer of the Star trek series&#41, why not send Voyager to that big scrapyard in the sky and keep DS9 around until you can find a suitable replacement series?

NOTE FROM JANET
And what about poor Morn? Are there any other space bars for him to be a barfly?

Posted in Scowls.


Take a Message

Society has had voice mail and answering machines for quite a while now, yet there are some people who just don't trust 'em. Some may think that a message will get there faster if someone personally delivers it, others are just older people who grew up using a pencil, a piece of paper and an abacus to do business. When the receptionist in my office leaves her desk, I have the wonderful honor of answering the incoming calls. Now, I'm sure there are people in the world who aren't in the habit of checking their voice mail frequently, but I've noticed that a lot more people do check than don't. But that doesn't stop callers from responding to "He stepped out for a few minutes, would you like his voicemail?" with "No, just give him this message…" which, by the time they're through talking, usually ends up scrawled across 3 or 4 consecutive Post-It Notes. Then you have the quandary of where to stick all these Post-Its. On their phone receiver? The computer screen? On their desk amidst all the other piles of paper covered with Post-It Notes? What if I wrote the phone number down wrong? What if I get so busy that I forget to trek all the way to the person's office to give them the message in a timely fashion? So much trust these callers have! On the technologically-impaired front, an older gentleman recently started working at my company. He's never touched a computer, nor has he ever used voice mail. He still tends to call the office wanting to know if he "has any messages," like something out of the 1950's! That's kind of right up there with celebrating the antiquated "Secretary's Day." I'm not sure if "secretaries" even exist in 1998, all I know is that if I'm the assistant to the CEO, I'm an Executive Assistant and I don't have the time to file my nails or make coffee.   

Posted in Scowls.


Archived Smirk

Yesterday, I applied and was approved as an editor on NewHoo. Newhoo is sort of like Yahoo, except instead of paid professionals doing the website reviews, volunteers handle all of the reviews. So, as of yesterday afternoon, I have started reviewing Online Journals for NewHoo. It's nice, it allows me to read new journals and help new writers out, even if it is in a small way like making sure that their registrations are handled in a timely manner. In addition, as I surf around the net and find journals that aren't yet listed, I can put them in myself. It's nice to be able to give something back to the online journaling community.

Posted in Smirks.


Archived Observation

The main responsibility of a project manager is to make sure that their projects come in on time. Over the last few weeks, some of the groups responsible for bringing up one of my projects have missed their dates. This is why I had to take that damn trip to Colorado Springs… my manager and I needed to get a set of firm, committed dates for the project milestones. We left Colorado Springs feeling like all was under control. Today, I was informed that the dates have slipped by three weeks once again. I spent most of the afternoon dealing with people who when confronted and asked to explain the three week "slippage" took an attitude with me and my management. I don't know about anyone else, but if I miss a date for a project, I expect everyone who depended on me completing that project on that date to read me the riot act. Why don't people take personal responsibility anymore?

Posted in Observations.


You

Topic #11
You can do it, you can say it… why can't we see it on TV?

Janet

Avery

The other night, while channel surfing around and around and around the dial, we noticed that Mallrats was about to start on Channel 7. At first we were thrilled…until we realized that the movie was being shown on network television and was bound to be beyond censored. But we started watching it anyway, hoping that the powers that be had gotten more lax (well, at least more creative&#41 with the corny overdubs.

Alas, it wasn't meant to be. I don't know why they even bother showing movies that are practically based on four letter words on network television. Mallrats was an adequate movie…maybe not Kevin Smith's best work, but funny nonetheless. The characters, though, are all young and they swear. A lot. I  mean, my favorite character calls himself "Bad-Ass Motherfuckin' Jay" in the movie. Needless to say, they made so many edits and word substitutions that it was not even the same movie! They overdubbed the word "fart" with "vomit!" It wasn't even a joke anymore, it was just plain confusing. I mean, "fart?" Don't all kids over the age of two know (and use&#41 this word?

As we watched the movie become more and more un-funny, I started picturing all of the aging network censoring people fervently leafing through their dog-eared yellowed copies of their outdated Bad Word Handbooks and slang dictionaries.

The last time I was on an airplane, I happened to catch the in-flight movie, Good Will Hunting. Not only do you have to pay for the flimsy earphones to watch the movie, but you also get the added treat of having it edited and censored for your viewing pleasure. It's hard to get emotionally involved in the storyline when Robin Williams' pivotal monologue is peppered with words like "darn", "jerk" and "dummy." If there are virgin ears anywhere on the plane, just don't sell the kid the flimsy earphones! Like he won't hear the word "fuck" one or two hundred times before he's seven years old, anyway.

I also recall thinking how absurd it is that children as young as eleven years old are building bombs, loading shotguns and murdering their parents in cold blood, yet people are worried about them hearing a few "dirty" words. These are not the innocent youth of the 1950's! When these kids play cops and robbers on the playground, it's for real!

TV violence and its effects on children has always been an issue talked about in many a Family Circle article. When I was little I always ended up reading my mother's magazines because I had nothing else to do, and to this day remember reading about a kid who hung himself after seeing it done on a cartoon. I also remember thinking, why would anyone copy a cartoon? A few years later, when I was in my I-love-to-read-collections-of-quotations phase, I remember one that had to do with the Little Matchbox Girl and said something along the lines of how kids used to be sad when the Matchbox girl was sick or poor or something, but nowadays kids aren't satisfied until the Matchbox girl gets beat up, set on fire, robbed and thrown in the dumpster (or something like that.&#41 Whatever the quote, the point was that modern kids have become desensitized to violence.

So why isn't violence censored like swear words are? After hearing a perfectly good stupid joke get ruined by censors replacing the word "fart" with "vomit" (I know I'm focusing on this example, but I still can't believe it. I mean, are these two things even related?&#41 I changed the channel and promptly viewed someone planting a bomb in a car, the car blowing up, and chunks of said car flying through the air, along with a body or two. And that was only 60 seconds on one channel!    

I suppose I agree that even though I use it frequently, perhaps the word "fuck" and all its variations aren't ready to go mainstream. But isn't a kid hearing or saying a few swear words better than a kid seeing so many people blown up or shot that doing the same thing himself is no big deal? The thrill of saying a "bad" word will wear off pretty quickly. Quicker than a prison sentence, that's for sure.      

Every morning, I wake up, turn on the morning news and then go and pee. Right before I fall asleep, my evening ritual consists of peeing, turning off the light and then turning off the television… usually the evening news. Television starts and ends the day for me. So why didn't I end up being an ax murderer?

The current popular sentiment in the United States is that all television, aside from the history channel and PBS, is evil, and that if you watch it, you will become a drain on society. If so, how does that explain where I am?

I grew up watching the sort of TV that would be considered unwholesome for children these days. I watched Sam Malone try to get into every woman's pants every week, as he served up beer to the barflies at Cheers. I watched the glamorous violence of Hill Street Blues. I watched Porky's and Hardbodies when I stayed up late at friends houses on HBO. So tell me, did I end up being a sex-obsessed violent barfly?

Ok, maybe, I have been affected more by television than I initially thought when I started writing this Topic of the Week. I wouldn't say that I'm excessively violent, but I am an aspiring boxer. I'm most certainly a barfly, so I can't argue that one… and I'm certainly not a sex-maniac, though I do love a good romp in the hay.
The question is did television make me the person I am today?

Television is not good or bad… it's an inanimate object. It's a box that transmits pictures and sound into your living room… a box with a number of buttons, including an off button.

It's quite easy for pundits to blame television for all of the woes in our society, but how can you blame an inanimate object? Do you blame trucks for the rise in country music? No, that would be considered ludicrous. But politicians, teachers, and every other self proclaimed "Children's Expert" seems to place the blame squarely on the shoulders of television.

Aah, television. It has become the easiest target for a generation of unfit parents. Kids with Attention Deficit Disorder? Blame it on MTV and give them ritalin. Kids using drugs? Blame it on the heroin chic fashion styles found on television and throw them in jail. Kids killing other children? Blame it on television violence. Bullshit.

Television isn't responsible for the problems in today's society. The cause of the problems are parents who don't have the time to teach their kids the difference between right and wrong. It's easier to have the kids watch 4 hours of television when they get home from school instead of spending time with them.

So, instead of having parental involvement in their children's activities, we have just given parents control over their children's sole activity: television watching. Instead of a caring parent, we have given the children of the nineties a v-chip… a silicon parent.

It's funny, when a kid figures out a way to outsmart the v-chip, will most parents try to talk to their kids to find out why they decided to break the v-chip? No, they'll scream and punish their kids. Then they'll blame the maker of the v-chip for not being a better parent to their kids than they are.

So, stop trying to blame and punish television for your children's problems. Get off your collective parental asses and get involved… and as Homer Simpson said to the television, "Let us never fight again."

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Posted in Topics of the Week (1990s).