Noise

The Front Yard Drive-In

Summer is coming and we’ve got the all new 5 by 9 foot screen and projector ready. Killer movies at my house people! I can’t wait to rock it out in the front yard. Let’s all go to the lobby indeed. We’ll be grilling up a storm and rockin’ it old school with cartoons and serials and the whole nine yards. Maybe we’ll even have an intermission dance party with a strobe light from musicians friend and pounding hits from the 70s playing all night long.

We keep it real in Northern Dutchess.

Life

Do they teach irony in public school any more?

My 10 year old son told me the other day that one of his friends (also 10) said “Obama is turning America into a Communist State.” Now, my son is exceptionally bright and he has no idea what Communism is. I mean, he recognizes the word and all, but he has no understanding.

I happen to know this friend, and more to the point, his father, and thus I know just who the young man was quoting.  I asked a few pointed questions and determined this had something to do with healthcare…again, something about which my 10 year old is blissfully ignorant.

So I pieced it together – Obama’s healthcare initiative equates to Communism…? Now I think the more accurate complaint would be to call Obamacare (hate that term but it seems the only description many citizens recognize – before they go ape shit) socialism. And that would probably be accurate if Obamacare was more like the socialized medicine in every other developed nation in the world. Indeed! Socialism it is.

Except then it wouldn’t cost us anything. I mean, we wouldn’t NEED private insurance. Instead, our healthcare needs would be taken care of through taxation. And if you really think private insurance is giving you better care for less cost, well… it’s all unicorns and rainbows isn’t it.

So here’s the thing, though. Not only does this kid (thanks to his Dad) fail to understand the important differences between Communism and Socialism, he doesn’t even have it right with his complaint.

Of course, what do you expect when both father and son were educated in the local public school system.

By the way – public school? That IS socialism.

Boy, did I have a good laugh with my 10 year old about that one.

Can’t wait until he starts asking about Creationism.

Life

Hmmmm.

I go to the Farm Market and see the (relatively) local produce and honey and baked goods and sausage and flowers and think what a marvelous thing it is that we have such dedicated people willing to spend their lives growing and producing the best stuff we could ever hope for. We have CSAs and Farm Markets and…well, all sorts of opportunities for those of us who want to participate in some small way in making things better. Not just on our own tables, but for the environment and our communities in general.

It makes me feel good. Maybe a little proud. Maybe even a little smug.

But just now, something dawned on me. Most of the world doesn’t live on high fructose corn syrup drenched crap. Most countries in this world don’t subsidize the greed of massive corporations that erode not only our indibidual health, but our overall sense of community.

In most of the world, the thing we call organic sustainable farming (as we pat ourselves on the back) is just called dinner.

Maybe I’m late to the game. Maybe you all figured it out a long time ago. Maybe I did too. But this afternoon I had one of those brief lucid moments as I was looking at the Website of the CSA we’ve participated in for many years – we invest so much of ourselves into cleaning up our act, just to get to a level that is more or less in line with the bulk of the nations on this planet that we, as Americans, scoff at and belittle.

Hmmmm.

Play

The Ask

Since doing the Mad Science the Card Game Kickstarter and putting this supremely awesome card game out in the world, I get a whole new variety of spam. Not just the weight loss pill and credit score nonsense or the buy Avira Business Security Suite now type thing. I also get requests from all over the world. Random gamers, gaming groups, gaming blogs, gaming pseudo-publications all contact me in search of free copies.

In theory this could help me out if they have a wide enough reach and enough of those they actually reach choose to buy my game. But if you’re a half dozen guys in Brooklyn who get together every couple of months to play games asking for a player copy… is anybody really going to step up and buy one. I mean, these things cost real money to produce. I have to sell between 3 and 4 games just to break even on the cost of mailing one out for free.

Now I didn’t get into this to get rich. I did it for the fun of producing a game, and enjoying it with people all over the world. That’s why I happily offer games at cost to people in the business, or to gaming groups. Do you know that I’ve had some people get angry with me when I suggested that? Even though that’s better than any other independent game company I’ve contacted. Sure, they’ll give copies out for review in publications, and they will offer steep discounts to verified retailers for use as in store demo models, but the only discounts most places give gamers is on volume.

Life

Watch This Whale

There’s this 5th grade field trip my oldest son will be involved with – a whale watch – and  really don’t want to get into the levels of crazy when it comes to the necessary fundraising for such nonsense… suffice it to say there are some crazy assed 30-40 something bitches parenting my son’s so-called peers.

Flamethrowers on the cafeteria stage and middle-aged narcissism aside, there was a totally swell concert/silent auction last week. There were great kid acts, mixed adults and students doing singing and dancing numbers, and a certain dude rocked the acoustic mic for a bit, ending with his 10 year old on trumpet and harmonies. Holy moley, it was rockin’ good stuff. I mean, the detuned Taylor after a 20  minute set resulting in a broken string certain made me wonder about the best 8 string guitar option, but all in all, it was a amazing moment – no doubt.

Life

Placement

I’ve been watching Warehouse 13 on Netflix while exercising for the last couple weeks and I’m definitely digging the show. I got interested after their interesting crossover with Eureka. When I cleared my Netflix queue of Eureka options I latched onto Warehouse 13. It’s a different show – a very different show. And yet appealing as all get out.

The artifact angle is a great way to get your neo-Indiana Jones on, though I’d hit www.goldeneaglecoin.com before tapping a real Phoenix any day.

Something I love about both shows is unique product placement. Someone behind Eureka seems to have scored an early deal with Jeep, but at some point beyond the first season they went all Subaru. There’s a Subaru cop car, and all the cool kids want the blue one. There are entire episodes that center around Subarus. And while they never actually name the brand, there are occasionally money shots of the forward grill emblem. Gotta love it.

In a similar though non-automotive vein, I’ve noticed in season 2 of Warehouse 13 an inordinate number of twizzler shots. Indeed, it is one agents favorite snack. She says “I’m a Twizzler girl” in one episode turning down high sugar treats. “Grab me some Twizzlers and let’s get out of here,” in another. And I saw one the other day where she just lined up the pack nicely for the camera before ripping one out and snapping in. Today, the squared off Twizzler tub was sitting on a Veterinarian’s desk. Excelsior!

Life

Waterproof-ish

It’s not quite Spring in the North East. April Fool’s has come and gone, but it was well below freezing this morning, so I’m in no rush to bust out the sun tan lotion and Tiki torches. Still, I was eyeing the back deck, and thinking about the championship job our little outdoor table has done. even though I don’t have round fitted table covers and I just let that poor thing gets piled on with feet of snow all winter long, it’s still standing there like a champ. There’s paint from numerous arts and crafts projects, two colors of splashed deck stain and one splash of house paint. There’s rust on the umbrella stand underneath because I never got around to drilling that drainage hole 6 years ago.

Good table. Very good table. I promise, you’ll be out of your misery soon.

Noise

Burning for it

I’m playing in a couple weeks at the Whale Watch Fundraiser. It’s one of my first booked gigs now that I’m actively getting back out there and playing live. It’s a bit of a change from dingy late night clubs, but acoustic music in libraries and auditoriums and such… that’s cool too.

The thing is, I feel like I need some ambiance. I mean, I’m not going to go blacklights and pyrotechnics, but maybe a rose candle and a small ficus on wheels. Something tasteful.

Life

Umbrellas

Here’s the thing with free shipping on patio umbrellas… it makes you want one even if you don’t need one. It’s the psychology. Patio umbrellas are big. Really big. So shipping would naturally have to be rather expensive. So when the shipping is free, of COURSE you want to take advantage, right?

But is it really that simple? You have to ask yourself who benefits when shipping is free? Did they just jack up the price of the umbrella to effectively roll in the shipping and trick you into thinking it was free?

Enquiring minds want to know.

Life

Recalling the Fire

That’s a lyric. Totally irrelevant to this post except for the recalling part. As I rant about the large numbers of stay at home Mom cum Marketing Geniuses out there, I recall a couple years ago. At that point, it seemed that half of the underemployed Moms I knew bought $1000 digital cameras and were suddenly Professional Photographers. I’m not saying they couldn’t take a nice picture, and I’m not saying that some of them didn’t start a nice little business for themselves. But having a tool and being able to rock with it are two very different things. Just because I can buy a nice pair of Lowa Tibet boots, I’m not suddenly a qualified Sherpa.

Unless you’re willing to pay some big bucks for a guide, ‘cuz then I’m TOTALLY the Sherpa for you. I’ll get you a business card.