beep boop boop beep beep, hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, dee doo dooooyeo, dooooyeo dee doo… dee dee dee dee chhhhchchchchchch BEE BOONG BEE BOONG PSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH PSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Ah, the internet equivalent of walking three miles in the snow to school. I can’t wait to harangue my kids about it someday. (Also, the modem in this audio clip goes a hell of a lot faster than any of mine ever did).
He’ll tell us what to listen to! I didn’t get it together to contribute to this (too busy waffling back and forth on a decade-end project of my own), but I’m excited to see what these little SOBs came up with.
I’ve spent the past few days going back and forth about who to vote for today. I think Bloomberg’s doing a pretty decent job, but as a former resident of Boston, which will likely re-elect its mayor for a FIFTH TERM today, I’m not really down with Bloomberg’s term limits bullshit. I don’t know if I want to cast a vote for undemocratic political manipulation, though because I like Bloomberg, I’m okay with his inevitable win. I just plain don’t like Bill Thompson and I refuse to encourage Reverend Billy. I finally took the time to go through all the candidates and found my pick: Frances Villar, a 26 year old single mother/CUNY student running under the auspices of the Socialism and Liberalism party. She is excellent on health care, homelessness, education, and LGBT rights. I am genuinely psyched to give her my vote, despite this bringing me one step closer to my inevitable future as some crazy old Upper West Side/Park Slope who spends too much money on cheese and writes cranky letters to the editor.
This is one of those things I would’ve thought had been linked everywhere, but it does not seem to have been, so here you go: a very good anecdote about customer service, knife-wielding maniacs, and friendship. (via dubodee)
This story reminds me of when, early in my stint at TLA Video on South Street (RIP!), a customer came up and said “you probably already know this, but someone is playing with himself in the back [porn room].” Not knowing how to deal with the situation, I told a long-time employee who went to check out it. He quickly returned, chased by a large man saying “YOU LIKE LOOKING AT PEOPLE, HUH? YOU LIKE TO LOOK AT PEOPLE?” When my co-worker told the offended onanist he would need to leave or we would call the police, the man responded “I’LL KILL ALL Y’ALL MOTHERFUCKERS BEFORE THEY GET HERE!” Despite threatening the lives of everyone in earshot, no one - including the woman I was waiting on at the counter, showed any visible disturbance (ok, my friend Keith - who coincidentally entered the store about a half-minute before - at least looked astounded, like myself). The man trudged off, lost in the passerby on South Street before the police arrived.
I’m still amused that the customer who alerted us to the masturbator assumed we were well aware, and just indifferent.