The old days

Before my division was purchased, things were dismal at my former employer. Sure, the future for me and my team is once again bright, but I think of those days a couple years ago when I was back and forth to Virginia every couple months. It was actually looking pretty good in those days. Not like now when they would probably avoid window replacement Richmond VA style, and go with the more cost-effective “cover the busted windows in the office with plywood approach. The sites and sounds of America!

Kids today

I was talking to this young guy in the office the other day and we were talking about computers. He’s a Mac guy, which is something I used to be, and something I’d love to be again. But the business world and short-sighted CTOs conspired against me 12 years ago and I’ve yet to go back. As much as I love the elgance and simplicity of the Mac, the cost at this point is beyond prohibitive.

Not for one machine. But the reality is that I would need to outfit my entire family with new machines. I couldn’t bear to have a screaming new Mac while my wife and kids struggled forward with Windows 7 and 8 disasters. The guilt would be too much.

This guy at work didn’t get it. I was explaining that my oldest is going into middle school and he is practically required to have a laptop in the relative near future. Oh yes, the times truly are a-changing.

Sure, they sell textbooks at becksbooks.com, but think about the college kids who will forego the used market to ebay their old laptops. Egads. Is this what those tech heads in 1999 were talking about when they called it a “new economy?”

The problem with buying stuff for yourself…

One of the reasons I am having difficulty finding something to blow my musical instrument birthday gift certificate on is that I recently made a big purchase. I bought a really nice Taylor guitar with some pre-birthday windfall cash and… well it’s just a dream. I mean, it wasn’t a $40 purchase, but it also wasn’t anywhere near enough to have me looking for a free bankruptcy consultation. It’s nice, though. So, so, nice.

Ahhh, the pressure

The recent four-oh descended upon me, and in there with the booty was a $40 gift certificate to an online music store I have frequented in the past. Musical instruments? For only $40 you ask? Well… not really. Maybe a decent harmonica or a starter ukulele. But knocking 40 bones off the price of, well, anything, is a start, right?

I could always go the accessories route, but I really wanted to put a dent in something more… I don’t know, real I guess. Something that will show up on a track on a record so I can point to it and say, “Hey! That’s the <insert instrument name here> I bought with the gift certificate you gave me.”

Hmmmmm.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!