I was interviewed and quoted in a St. Louis Beacon article yesterday!
Not often that you get to see your name in print.
…Well…errr…it’s still always nice to see.
I was interviewed and quoted in a St. Louis Beacon article yesterday!
Not often that you get to see your name in print.
…Well…errr…it’s still always nice to see.
I feel like 60 Minutes’ Twitter page should be called “16seconds,” and every tweet should just be “ticktickticktickticktickticktickticktickticktickticktickticktick.”
Except at 10:00 it goes “It’s 10pm. Do you know where your children are?”
Instead, they just report actual news. Wasted opportunity for humor.
I know I’ve been bad at writing updates.
Instead, for the time being, you should read Kevin’s blog. He’s about as funny as I am, but has a little more free time on his hands to daydream and write. I stand behind everything he says.
…I stand behind nothing he says.
Enjoy, though.
Almost forgot, my last post was the 100th post published on this blog. Apparently I have lots of things to talk about. I always thought I was more vapid than that.
To celebrate, I’ve turned public a new page on the site: my bucket list. It looks like I’ll be very busy for a long time.
By the way, thanks for reading and following my nonsense, for whoever’s actually out there reading. It’s nice to know that you’re there.
Here’s to a hundred more.
-J
Spotted this in the supermarket a week or two ago:
We could do a psychological dig here and get into some whole “be wary of who your friends are, and what their motives might be.” But screw that. Let’s just appreciate this on the surface level that all the students’ friends are alcohol companies. Hah.
Saw this post titled “Seriously. This should be illegal.” on Kotaku, a video gamers’ blog:
Commenters are furious. “How could BB charge good money for something so simple!? I could do this! They could charge 20% of that and it’d still be profitable – this costs them nothing!”
Nobody ever said the internet populous was brilliant (however good Wikipedia turned out to be), but anyway, there’s a lot of reading between the lines that justifies the price.
The thing about service professions is that they universally have high margins per sale. You think the guy cutting your hair couldn’t do it for half as much? 20% as much? Hey – all he’s doing is working a pair of scissors, right? I could do that!
What the unassuming public thinks you’re buying here:
What the actual consumers of this product are buying:
It’s easy for everyone on a blog – a video game blog, no less – to lampoon Best Buy for shamelessly inflating prices. What they don’t realize is that Best Buy, although they’re an electronics giant, gave up on internet- and computer-savvy consumers a long time ago as their core market. Best Buy is still around (and Circuit City isn’t) because of, ironically enough, their service. People above 50 swear by it. Any time my Dad need something electronic, the first thing he does (after calling and asking my opinion) is mention that he’s going to Best Buy. Sometimes, I get calls from my parents while they’re already in Best Buy.
My parents (not exclusively, but figuratively) are Best Buy’s core customers. My generation buys a TV, computer, or game system because the technical specifications meets our high standards at the best price. Best Buy can’t do this – they have storefronts to pay for while TigerDirect is in a warehouse in the middle of nowhere. The 50+ generation buys a TV to impress their friends and coworkers and a game system to amaze their kids. I can’t imagine asking my Dad to set up a Nintendo Wii – even if I walked him through it over the phone.
What’s an extra hundred bucks to see your kids’ jaws drop as everything’s powered on for the first time and works perfectly?
Today’s the special day where, once a year, my email inbox is overrun with silly but happy facebook notifications saying “Zach, Dan, Peter, Elizabeth, Ennio, Julianne, Adam, (etc.), wrote on your wall…” Better hope you don’t have something urgent to write to me.
The new wrinkle (soon, I fear, I’ll hesitate to call it a “wrinkle”) this year: my smartphone is tied to my facebook account, which means that every update leads to a little text message. And given my crippling addiction to Blackberry GPS, I worry that with enough vibrations, the battery might die and leave me stranded somewhere.Although, lost from too many people wishing you a happy birthday is probably the best kind of lost there is. Keep ’em coming, and I’ll try to stay out of bad neighborhoods. Thanks =)
Contrary to all popular belief and reasonable logic, I’m remarkable. In fact, I’m the best in the world at something. There’s video to prove it.
Those who know me well might have guessed that I’d be a World Record holder in line-cutting. I’ve got a storied history in that department, from Six Flags and Shea Stadium to opening night at Star Wars I and Harry Potter in IMAX. Everyone’s got one super-power, and although mine probably won’t be of any use in saving damsels-in-distress, it’s nice to have discovered it at such a formative age.
But anyway, I’m not an officially-documented line-cutter. But I do hold the world (universal!) record in shaving one’s own mustache. 36.65 seconds. Sounds easy to beat, but then again, there are at least six other people documented who tried and failed.
Added bonuses:
A bunch of people have threatened to break the record. I’d like to see you guys try.
I’ve been dealing with a lot of different local bars over the past few months in working for the magazine. Everyone’s got their own idea for a Happy Hour – some time of day or week when food or drink are half-off or somehow otherwise discounted for the prudent customer’s convenience. I’ve seen some with a very obscure, particular hour that I don’t think anyone has any chance of making. And then I’ve seen some where the hours are happier more often than not.
You guys I’m sure know by now that I draw a lot of inspiration from Seth Godin, whose big thing (or, one of his many) is being remarkable.
Tying it all together: I’d love to see a bar with an “Unhappy Hour.” Good deals on drinks all the time, except if you’re there from 7pm-8pm, you pay four times as much. Do some over-the-top advertisements: “Don’t come during Unhappy Hour! Everything’s super expensive! You’ll have the worst time ever, but only for a limited time!” Perhaps you could even reward your brazen patrons for throwing caution (and cash) to the wind with a free T-shirt or giveaway if they buy during unhappy hour.
Might not make sense, might do more harm than good to the bar’s overall rep and brand. But I bet you’d definitely find people start talking about you.
At long last, all five chapters of my critically-acclaimed Grills Gone Wild introspective are available here, on this very blog. Grills Gone Wild is a humorous and ground-breaking take on the life and times of the indie music enthusiast and band member, that most would argue is way funnier than the movie This is Spinal Tap. Check out all posts tagged Eleven – Grills Gone Wild to read ’em all in one sitting.
Work and life with the magazine these days is kind of batty. We’re still right on schedule to hit our big re-launch in the beginning of September, and I thought I’d get the last of these articles posted and out of the way before the new, fresh, meaty stuff starts barreling through the front door.