And boy, is it. Dan Lovejoy finds a deal with his smartphone, then discovers the fine print:
It might have been easier to list the things he could buy at the discount.
And boy, is it. Dan Lovejoy finds a deal with his smartphone, then discovers the fine print:
It might have been easier to list the things he could buy at the discount.
Ronnie Schreiber has a great piece in TTAC about Earl “Madman” Muntz, entrepreneur, used-car salesman, new-car manufacturer, tape-cartridge magnate, and all-around swell guy. One paragraph, I admit, took me slightly aback:
An inveterate and flamboyant romantic, Muntz married seven times, and in between matrimonial relationships he also had a number of girlfriends, including comedienne Phyllis Diller. That seems somewhat ironic in light of the fact that all of his wives were beauties and Diller famously effected a homely comedic persona.
Which reminded me that it was, indeed, a persona. Here’s Phyllis Diller on the cover of her second comedy album for Verve, Are You Ready for Phyllis Diller?
Pretty darn cute for a woman in her mid-forties (Diller was born in 1917, this came out circa 1962).
This tissue of organic fertilizer, with the absurd (but guaranteed click-bait) title “1 weird food that KILLS blood pressure,” showed up 14 times in my email box yesterday:
“You’re going to have a stroke or a heart attack before you leave this building.”
That’s what the nurse told my dad.
She had just checked his blood pressure and it was a deadly 155/90.
When I heard the news, my mind raced back to my own blood pressure scare just a few short years before.
Thankfully, after some frantic research, I had stumbled upon an all-natural blood pressure fix that normalized my blood pressure in a matter of weeks.
Which wouldn’t help someone about to leave the building, of course, but hey, this is spam; you’re not supposed to notice the contradictions.
Incidentally, I’ve been occasionally as high as 155/90; last I looked, I wasn’t dead, or anything close to it.
I remember when they told my dad he had six months to live, tops. And sure enough, six years later, that’s what he had.
It’s time for yet another installment of the series that gives you the reassurance you need: whatever weird crap you were looking for on Google last week, somebody else was looking for something even weirder.
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Long before gametime, the Thunder organization had let it be known that Russell Westbrook, still officially convalescent, would be sitting for one game during each of the club’s remaining half-dozen or so back-to-backs. In and of itself, this is not a bad idea; however, it telegraphs exactly what the front office thinks about the opponents, and in this particular case, the Chicago Bulls were taken more seriously than were the Dallas Mavericks. It’s pretty obvious what the Mavs thought of that: starting late in the first quarter, they beat up on the Thunder pretty hard, and Dallas, who hadn’t won in Oklahoma City since 2010, made short work of the Thunder, 109-86.
Part of the problem was that the OKC bench, while it fended off the Mavs well enough while they were on the court, couldn’t score: at the beginning of garbage time, halfway through the fourth, the reserves had registered only 14 points. (Dallas sixth man Vince Carter scored more than that all by himself.) The Mavs dominated all the columns on the box score, shooting more than 50 percent all night, ruling the boards 41-33, and cashing in 13 of 24 three-point attempts. (Meanwhile, the Spurs were beating the Jazz to take a two-game lead over the Thunder in the West.) Kevin Durant did scrounge up 30 points on 20 shots, and Serge Ibaka came up with 19 on 19 shots; but Andre Roberson garnered more fouls than points (five vs. two), and OKC came up with only 17 assists, while the Mavs were serving up 26.
The Dallas attack was pretty balanced: Shawn Marion led the Mavs with 19, Carter led the bench with 18, Dirk Nowitzki collected 17, and José Calderón added 16. If you look at plus-minus stuff, Carter was the plussiest, at +23. And this season, there are only three Mavs/Thunder games, so the rubber game is yet to come.
Tomorrow: at Chicago. Westbrook will play. Will the Bulls be impressed? Will anyone?
Once upon a time, fashion was intended to serve the time-honored function of making sure that boy meets girl. (There always were, and still are, other combinations possible, but they require a bit more specialization, or so it seems to me.) Today, the dynamic is utterly different.
There’s a dealer in e-cigarettes down the road about a mile. Their presence affects me not a whit. Now there’s another one about two miles to the south, which apparently hired some seeming derelict to harangue smokers in the middle of the road last Wednesday, but that’s another story; still, apart from that bit of performance art, their presence affects me not a whit.
The half-whits in Los Angeles, meanwhile, would like to see such things banned, and there’s only one logical explanation for their behavior:
Primitive peoples who relied on magic rather than science to explain how the world works often believed in what is known as “sympathetic magic” the idea that if item A looks like item B, that means A either shares B’s traits or gives you actual power over B… And belief in sympathetic magic appears to be enjoying a renaissance among those who oppose “e-cigarettes” or “e-cigs,” basically on the grounds that a battery-operated metal tube emitting water vapor looks like a burning tobacco cigarette emitting cancerous smoke, ergo it must have the same disease-inducing power as said tobacco cigarette, right?
Or at least deserves the same stigma. Consider this week, when the Los Angeles City Council voted to treat e-cigs exactly as regular cigarettes by banning the use of e-cig water vapor wherever tobacco smoke has already been banned.
Then again, this is Los Angeles, where the highest-paid representatives of the city’s best-known industry spend much of their spare time complaining about income inequality. There’s got to be some supernatural explanation for that.
In a speech this week, she offered praise of the Constitution of the United States, which had governed us for “400 years.” This has led some to conclude that Rep. Lee is actually from the 22nd century, a time in which said Constitution, adopted in 1787, might indeed have been around at least 400 years.
My own solution is that the Congresswoman is not from our future, but instead from a parallel universe. In this alternative Earth, the United States was indeed formed in the 17th century and the Constitution adopted in 1687. Also, the resolution of the Vietnam War was significantly different and there are still two Vietnams, as Rep. Lee suggested in 2010. And Neil Armstrong took an even bigger step for mankind than he did in our world, planting the flag of the United States on Mars instead of just the moon. Usually, Rep. Lee is able to conceal her allohistorical origins, but she occasionally slips up. I for one certainly hope that she is at some point able to return to her timeline and allow her counterpart to return to our universe, but I don’t know if anyone is researching the topic.
There is, I suspect, a back-burner project being conducted by Texas Republicans, but they dare not go public with it, lest they be accused of being parallel-species-ist.
The ability to repair a car via software is especially important when the vehicle itself consists of so much new technology that traditional mechanics don’t know how to fix. The flip side is that without an internal combustion engine, there’s not as much to fix. I’ve written before that a Tesla without its outer shell looks like a cell phone on wheels. It’s basically just a big battery. That means no spark plugs, no air filters, no fuel pumps, no timing belts. In short, Teslas don’t have any of the parts that force you to take your car in for “regularly scheduled maintenance” services that can cost dearly at the dealer. But it’s hard to charge for an oil change when there’s no oil to be changed.
I’ve seen a few Teslas in the wild, and they all had tires. Also suspension parts, which can and do wear out.
More to the point, dealers have lost a ton of oil-change business over the years to the neighborhood Spee-D-Loob, mostly because SDL’s business model throw in the oil change as a loss leader, then scare the customer into several other services is very attractive to people who were told by their sister’s brother-in-law’s cousin that you never go to the dealership because they’ll charge you out the wazoo, which, based on my regular inspections of the Yahoo! Answers Cars & Transportation section, is roughly two-thirds of the human race. (I expect, any day now, that someone at the blinker-fluid level of automotive competence will be asking what the fair price is for a wazoo charge.)
Perhaps even more to the point, Motor Trend has a Tesla Model S on long-term test, and this was in their April update:
A few days later I got another email: “We replaced a slightly out of spec right steering knuckle and the drivetrain.” Replaced the drivetrain! “There was nothing wrong with the power unit,” they noted, “but we heard a clicking in the transmission. The power unit isn’t serviceable in the shop so we decided to be proactive.”
The Tesla Service Center no doubt didn’t enjoy eating the cost of that drivetrain, but they knew Elon Musk had their back. And if the transmission goes out in your [some other make and model], your dealership will swap it out for a previously rebuilt unit, because nobody on staff knows how to rebuild a transmission anymore. Not so different, really.
As it happens, I ordered some stuff from Amazon earlier this week. (Then again, who didn’t?) So perhaps I wouldn’t have been surprised to see this in my email box:
However, it went to an email address not associated with my Amazon dealings. And since I default to good old text-based email, the way God and RFC 822 intended, what I actually saw was a word salad with Amazon Prime-related stuff as the lettuce. Text therefrom:
Amazon claims that a $79 annual membership for Amazon Prime provides free two-day shipping on “millions” of items, but for some products, the company is accused of encouraging sellers to inflate shipping prices, according to two recent lawsuits. “The bottom line is the free shipping that Amazon offered to its Prime members wasn’t free,” said Kim Stephens, attorney for one of the plaintiffs, adding that he was “shocked” by Amazon’s alleged pricing practices. and took little _Pixie_ Marcia Burke of Alabama says she became an Amazon Prime member and used its “free shipping” service at least 18 times in 2010, according to her lawsuit filed Friday in federal court in Seattle. Prime-eligible products are designated on Amazon’s website.
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Poor little _Pixie_ is only a pawn in their game, it would appear.
There is nothing particularly remarkable about the intersection of NW 50th and May: this stretch of May is five lanes two northbound, two southbound, one center for left turns just like scores of other arterials through this town. I was northbound on May this afternoon, in the center lane waiting to turn left on 50th, when a chap pulled up on my left. I had no idea what he was planning to do, but I was reasonably certain it was not good.
Which it wasn’t. Seeing what he thought was an opportunity, he vectored across the intersection in front of me, perhaps thinking he could beat the driver on my right who had just ventured into the intersection. He could not. The laws of physics prevailed specifically, the one about two objects not occupying the same space and the bending of fenders ensued.
As I made my left turn, I made a point of not thanking the resident deities for not making me that farging stupid, having long since learned that my own capacity for cluelessness is well-nigh boundless. For the past two weeks, I’ve been carrying around winter-weather debris on my car’s lower flanks, and the promise of rain today had stayed my hand at the car wash. With the rain having thus far failed to materialize, I decided that, inasmuch as I was on my way to Homeland, I would go ahead and use their car wash, and since I’d filled up only last Saturday and still had more than half a tank left, I wouldn’t bother to get gas; I’d pay the dollar extra, or whatever it was, and be done with it.
So I got out a $5 bill for the standard $4 wash, punched the button, and only then noticed that there was no slot to insert said bill or even a credit card: all transactions apparently had to be originated with either the cashier or at the pump. Okay, fine, I said, backing out of the car-wash entrance and looking, I presume, extremely foolish. I pulled up to a pump, slid the card, punched Yes when they offered me a wash, and waited about two minutes for the machine to tell me that we’re sorry, the wash is not available at this time, your card will not be charged for it.
And some time between my entry into the full-fledged store and my departure therefrom, an interval of roughly 15 minutes, a table full of Girl Scout Cookies appeared at the exit. I need these like I need a hole in the head, I thought, and wound up buying a box of Trefoils, my fifth (I think) box of the season. If there’s a School of Trepanning nearby, consider this my application to become a test subject.
Oh, and the rain started about an hour and a half later, but not in sufficient quantity to remove two-week-old grime.
Freeman Hunt turned up an article from her archives, titled “Frank Advice for a Male Relative on Finding a Mate,” and this is how it leads off:
Never spend even a moment’s time on anyone who treats you badly. As you are courteous, you should expect courtesy in return. A jerk, no matter how beautiful, no matter how intelligent, no matter how accomplished, is still a jerk and is as untrustworthy as she is insufferable.
While this seems inarguable, I note that women of the jerkular persuasion are usually tagged with some epithet considerably worse than “jerk” even by women, who presumably ought to know better.
Do you lie awake at night, trying to gauge the depth to which we as a species have sunk by not having universal cell-phone chargers? The Eurocrats evidently did:
European Union politicians have vowed to end the “nightmare” of non-compatible phone chargers… “The current incompatibility of chargers is a nightmare and a real inconvenience for consumers. This new directive ends this nightmare and is also good news for the environment as it will result in a reduction of electronic waste,” said European parliament negotiator Barbara Weiler in a statement.
Apple’s Lightning connector is presumably doomed.
I’m pretty sure this ad came out around 1954; while I wasn’t in a position to notice, really, I don’t remember anyone around this time period wearing this shade of blue indeed, any shade of blue on her toes. (Heck, it’s not that common today.) Still, it’s sort of compelling:
Phoenix, despite its name, was based in Milwaukee, incorporated in 1897 as the Phoenix Knitting Works; their 1917 factory in Milwaukee’s Historic Third Ward, long since converted to office space, changed hands last year for about $4.5 million.
To some of us, Pi is Very Special Indeed:
It's π day, π day Gotta be irrational and transcendental on π day
— pourmecoffee (@pourmecoffee) March 14, 2014
To others (after the jump), maybe not so much:
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Tristan Prettyman, mentioned here about as often as I can work up an excuse, was dumped by Capitol Records yesterday.
She blames, um, me:
— tristanprettyman (@tprettyman) March 14, 2014
(Decidedly favorable review of Cedar + Gold which I did actually buy, admittedly in the quantity of one here.)