Fear makes me angry. I think this is one of the causes of my frequent anger at the world– people (and I include myself here) tend to be too afraid or too weak to make decisions, acknowledge realities, bear burdens. Stupid lazy weak miserable human beings, all of us.
Been lying around moaning and feeling sorry for myself today. What fun.
Lyrics of the moment:
You better bring a fucking knife
till we see eye to eye
cause I’d rather cut your buttons off
than be caught in a lie.
Before I come to you I never wash my lips
cause when the music starts it goes right to my hips
and I break out in pale
I already mentioned the trade press coverage of Swanson Hungry Man Dinners, but here’s non-industry commentary.
Now you may think I’m being overly obvious here – everyone knows TV dinners are bad for you, right? This is true, but Swanson’s new breakfast takes it to a level which previously could only be achieved by eating entire alternate universes made only of prosciutto.
The Hollywood Stock Exchange has an offshoot in IMX, the interactive music exchange. In both games, you buy and sell the popularity of popular culture products, and then redeem your virtual earnings for real-world promotional goods and logo merchandise. The sponsors behind IMX are MuchMusic, a Canada-based music video channel, who get not only brand recognition but also good market data for their troubles.
They really do have some neat ideas to go with the game: a TV show centered on the IMX game plays the big IMX movers and shakers, both established large-cap and up-and-coming small-cap artists. There’s a dedication service where you can not only request songs, but have the person emailed to let them know you’ve send them a special message– which is often an insult. Plus, it’s a pretty sophisticated market. You can even short-sell artists you think are overplayed, although pump and dump schemes and other market manipulations are punishable by confiscation of your assets, a trading suspension, or permanent banishment from the game.
Needless to say, I’ve been playing a little, but I’m sure they’ve got me in the junk-data pile, since I’ve confessed to not getting the TV station and being over 25. People sometimes complain about targeted advertising or other forms of user profiling but I’m not opposed to it. I mean, if I were still 20 and watched these videos, I probably would want the shirt to go with it, and I’d want bands I liked to get on the show. Since I’m not, and I don’t want the shirt, there’s no reason I should influence the show, even if I influence the game.
See, every data collection process should involve weeding. I’ve seen sales-lead forms at trade shows that ask “are you a student?” meaning, essentially, “should we just circular-file your info right now?” It sounds callous or rude, but it’s not. If you’re a college student, do you want to be contacted by the sales team and persuaded to discuss twenty or thirty grand worth of rackmount blade servers? No. They could almost ask “OK if sales calls you?” but then people would say no, even if they were potential customers. It’s still easy enough to lie and get your info ignored– just say you make no money, watch no tv, never buy CDs, cars, clustered data servers, electrophoresis equipment. Alternately, to win promotional keychains and junk mail, just claim to be part of whatever demographic they’re aiming for. It’s just marketing data. It’s not like it’s your insurance records.
Jeff Stryker’s manager, Jimmy-Joe, has kindly given me the correct lyrics to Pop you In the Pooper. I thought, for awhile, that I’d get tired of making anal-sex jokes and the general topic of rum, sodomy, and the lash, but as a general rule, the anus is a nearly inexhaustible source of humor. And poop.
Corrected lyrics follow…
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From funny to useful to horrific, an assortment of links I’ve collected over the past few days:
Minims: like a maxim, but with no actual moral or value.
I can only hope that the next wedding I attend will be exciting enough to involve arrests and pepper spray.
The escalating war on drugs in Thailand means that drug dealers and cops are racing to have more magical firepower.
Certain people are losing patience with crappy software.
Bush losing patience with Iraq? I’m losing patience with my neighbors!
Warren Buffet writes annual update letters chock-full of Nebraskan multibillionaire wisdom.
AIDS in Africa: worse than you thought.