Tuesday, November 30, 2004

Ken Jennings Jeopardy Update

I think this is the night Ken Jennings will finally lose on Jeopardy.  The chatter that I've picked up still indicates that he will lose his 75th game, which will air tonight.  I thought last night was toing to be the night, though.  The 2nd place challenger gave him a run for his money, but lost $15,000 on Double Jeopardy. 

I had planned on going out tonight after the crappy day I've had, but instead, I'll be parked on the couch with a glass of egg nog and will cheer the other 2 contestants on to victory. 

Big Brother Will Be Watching

Security officials to spy on chat rooms Last modified: November 24, 2004, 10:28 AM PST By Declan McCullagh
Staff Writer, CNET News.com

The CIA is quietly funding federal research into surveillance of Internet chat rooms as part of an effort to identify possible terrorists, newly released documents reveal.

In April 2003, the CIA agreed to fund a series of research projects that the documents indicate were intended to create "new capabilities to combat terrorism through advanced technology." One of those projects is research at the Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute in Troy, N.Y., devoted to automated monitoring and profiling of the behavior of chat-room users.

Their proposal, also disclosed under the Freedom of Information Act, received $157,673 from the CIA and NSF. It says: "We propose a system to be deployed in the background of any chat room as a silent listener for eavesdropping...The proposed system could aid the intelligence community to discover hidden communities and communication patterns in chat rooms without human intervention."

Riiiiight.  This shouldn't come as any big surprise to us.  But somehow, I really don't think that terrorists that want to blow up our country are spending their time in chat rooms where the most pressing questions are "A/S/L?" and "Got a pic?"  Who knows? Maybe there are some terrorists who used to watch "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and want to chat with other Buffy lovers.  Or maybe there are some terrorists that are into quilting, and want to chat with other quilters and exchange patterns. 

Monday, November 29, 2004

I'm Hacked Off

I'm really hacked off today. Actually, I've been hacked off for almost a week.  Last Tuesday, we discovered that our church had been broken into and robbed. 

The good Lord is still watching over Fourth Avenue Baptist - the robbers didn't vandalize nor tear up anything in the church except for the door handle on the refrigerator.  There are couches and chairs that they could have slashed, and they could have torn out new carpet.  But for some reason, they didn't.  Maybe the thieves had a conscience.  The thugs cut the padlock on the courtyard gate, and broke a basement window.  Once in through the window, they went through the catacombs, aka the dungeon, and came up by the sanctuary. 

Based on the items they took, it was as if they were furnishing an apartment: a big tv from our Sunday School room, a couple of brass urns, a few pairs of brass candle holders, a few pairs of sconces, my Dad's tool box, a small relaxatin fountain from the Pastor's study, and a big mirror.  From the refrigerator they took a couple cans of pop, and from the freezer they took a 5 pound box of frozen Old Folks sausage patties and two Lean Cuisine meals that Mom kept there for an emergency if they were working and had to stay late at church.  How low can you get?

We don't have any real suspects.  We could have gotten fingerprints from the refrigerator and from the empty pop cans they left in the church.  But without proof all they could be hauled in for would be receiving stolen property if they still had the items.  Our only hope is that they try to hock the tv - it was engraved with our church name in 3 different places, so hopefully the pawn broker would notice it and call it in. 

Our church may be small in numbers (we average about 30 every Sunday) but you'll be hard pressed to find a congregation with hearts as big as Fourth Avenue.  Through the generosity of members' bequests and offerings, this year we've been able to get the church in tip-top shape -- new lighting in the sanctuary, new carpet, a new central air unit, reupholstering on chairs in the sanctuary, and we're currently working on getting a new baptristy.  So we'll keep plugging along and doing the Lord's work at the corner of Fourth and Oak as long as we can.

Sunday, November 28, 2004

Link of the Week

We might be reluctant to admit it in mixed company, but we all have at least one tv show that we watch faithfully every week regardless of what's going on at home.  For me, it used to be "The X-Files."  Even though I taped it for the archives, if I had to miss it "live" and didn't get a chance to watch it late Sunday night, I was at a loss the next morning at work when everybody was talking about what happened to Mulder and Scully.  When the closing credits were playing, I could usually count on my friend Steve, another X-Files fanatic, to call so we could discuss the show.  Now that "The X-Files" is off the air (although it will be aired forever in syndication), "CSI" has taken its place.  While "CSI" is a consistant top-ten show in the ratins and has spawned two other hit "CSI" shows, I've had a hard time finding CSI fanatics to discuss the week's episode.  That was before I found www.televisionwithoutpity.com

TelevisionWithoutPity is a forum for TV lovers.  There's a section for most of the current drama or science fiction tv shows.  They even have original series from HBO, Showtime, and MTV.  You can read very in-depth re-caps from previous episodes, and if you want to express your opinion you can post on the message boards.  Back in the summer, I spent an hour one evening actually LOL while reading the message boards about Jessica and Ashlee Simpson's tv shows.  What was so funny wa not the comments themselves, but the fact that while these people were merciless a they trashed the shows, they apparently watched the shows on a regular basis or else they wouldn't know the details.  For some reason TWOP dropped their forums about Jessica and Ashlee's shows.  But don't let that hinder you - go check out their site. 

 

Saturday, November 27, 2004

Where's A Camera When You Need One?

This summer when Radio Shack had a big sale, I bought a new Fuji digital camera.  I've used it twice, I think.  I still use my ancient Polaroid digital for all of my photo needs, and said that I would keep the Fuji in the car in case I saw something or someone that needed to be photographed for the journal. And who knows when I might see a celebrity here in the 'Ville?  Well, needless to say the Fuji camera is in the case setting on my dresser.  I would have given anything to have had it with me last night. I saw not one, but two, journal-worthy things that were major Kodak moments.

I was on my way home from having dinner with some friends, and was running low on gas so I stopped at the Dairy Mart to fill up.  My BMW has a 26 gallon tank, so filling up takes a few minutes.  I took the opportunity to throw away old receipts and empty Kroger bags and a few leaves from the car while I was waiting.  I walked over to the garbage can by the gas pump and as I was tossing in my bag, something in the garbage can caught my eye.  I looked down in there, and saw a plate in there.  No, it wasn't a paper or styrofoam plate - it was a nice big dinner plate.  Pfaltzgraff to be exact. The plate was upside down, and had foil wrapped over the top of it.  I guess someone was just NITM (not in the mood) for any more leftovers so they just tossed it in the garbage when they were getting gas.  I looked in the garbage can again, but didn't see any more of the place setting. 

By this point, the tank was only about half-full, so I just leaned against the car while I was waiting.  I was looking at the doors to the store, watching the people coming and going, and then I saw him - he was coming back out of the store, walking over to his white S-10 pick-up truck, carrying a small bag.  It was an Elvis impersonator.  He had on the white jumpsuit (complete with the big belt, and with the big rhinestone eagle on the back.) His hair and sideburns were jet black, just like The King.  And he looked like him, too.  I'm going out on a limb and assuming this guy was an Elvis impersonator, and not just someone who felt like dressing up like Elvis; besides, Halloween was a month ago.  If I'd had my camera with me, I would have had to have asked another person at the gas pumps to take my picture with the Elvis impersonator to add to my collection. 

All of this happened at about 11:00 at night - not at 2 or 3 in the morning when most  bizarre things occur.  And the strongest thing I had to drink last night was Nestea decaffeinated iced tea, so I know I wasn't seeing things.  There truly was a Pfaltzgraff plate in the garbage can and an Elvis impersonator in the parking lot of the Dairy Mart.  That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.

Friday, November 26, 2004

Updates

The auction has ended for the Virgin Mary grilled cheese sandwich.  The winning bid was a whopping $28,000.  No, that wasn't a typo.  There were only 27 bids for this miraculous sandwich, with the opening bid at the bargain price of $3,000.  EBay said that financing was available, too.  No payments were due until April, or if you were expecting a big income tax refund, there was no interest if you paid by April.  Shipping was only $9.95 - a bargain by EBay standards, considering that for the majority of the items I buy on EBay the shipping and handling is usually more than what I paid for the item itself.  While the item listing had the amount of the winning bid, they didn't give the identity nor even the EBay screenname of the winning bidder. My guess is that person didn't want everybody on the internet to know how stupid they were. 

My co-worker Adrian and I have collected 201 E-Ploids so far.  We only have a week left to eat as many specially marked bags as possible; Adrian is taking care of the Funyons and I'm handling the Doritos.  We're still confident that we'll win our Pizza Hut gift card to prove the unbelievers wrong.  I'll keep you posted on our progress.

There is currently a federal investigation into Krispy Kreme's accounting practices.  The SEC is looking into the company's franchise reacquisitions and its future earnings outlook.  Whew.  I'm relieved to know that their losses may be due to shady bookkeeping and not from actual sales declines. 

 

Thursday, November 25, 2004

Top Ten Things I'm Thankful For

1.  God's love
2.  My parents
3.  My friends
4.  My family (related and extended)
5.  My church
6.  Music
7.  My job
8.  Laughter
9.  My college education                                                                                           10. Freedom of speech so I can continue writing in TWIT

Wednesday, November 24, 2004

I Need A Favor

I don't ask much of you, my faithful readers, except to continue reading TWIT (That's What I'm Thinking).  But today, I am asking you to do something for me: buy some Krisy Kremes.

Krispy Kreme Doughnuts announced a 3rd quarter loss of $3 million, or 5 cents per share, down from a profit of $14.5 millions, or 23 cents per share, a year ago.  If the company hadn't posted one-time charges related to discontinued operations, the company would have only earned $2.4 millions, or 4 cents per share.  Analysts had expected Krispy Kreme to earn 13 per share.  When this was announced, shareholders started selling off their stock, and shares fell $1.56, or 16 percent, to close at $9.64.  The Krispy Kreme stock is trading at less than a quarter of its 52-week high of $41.73.

As was the case with Hostess declaring bankruptcy earlier this fall, Krispy Kreme also blames its problems on the low-carb diet craze. You can't make me believe that THAT many people have stopped buying KKs.  The two Krispy Kreme stores in Louisville are open 24/7 and they are busy no matter what time you drive by.  Here in Louisville, back in the day, KKs were only available at these two bakeries and a selected few stores.  Now, they're in all of the grocery stores and can be found in the majority of the convenience stores.  The trays in the convenience stores are usually empty when I stop by, so somebody is buying them.

So getting back to my favor, please buy some Krispy Kremes.  We've got to help the company and get those earnings back up.  If you're low-carbing it, buy a box any way and take them to work.  Co-workers everywhere love KKs.  You don't have to spend extra to get the fancy ones, either - plain glazed KKs will be just fine.  By giving doughnuts to your co-workers, you're also practicing the Golden Rule by treating others the way you would want to be treated - you'd love for someone to give you a doughnut, right?  It's a proven fact that co-workers you share snacks with will remember your generosity and wil share their snacks with you. 

Tuesday, November 23, 2004

Mad, er, Red Hatters

I went with my Mom to a fabric store on Saturday, and we thought they were giving away something because the parking lot was full and we had to park at the nursery next door.  We went in and the store was packed.  I walked around the store and didn't see any contests or giveaways going on.  What I did see was about 20 or so women clammoring over Red Hat Society fleece.

The fleece was garrish.  There must have been a dozen bolts of it, all different yet tackily the same: different shades of purple with the infamous Red Hat in different shapes, sizes and styles.  They also had quite a few bolts of cloth with the Red Hat Society theme.  Mom asked me what was up with all of the purple and red cloth in the store and I took her aside and gave her a synopsis of the Red Hat Society.  She was fascinated, but not to the point that it was something she would want to join.  When she got her red felt and we went up and got in line at the cash register, she struck up a conversation with a Red Sat Society in front of us.  Mom commented on the "colorful" fleece and asked what the woman was making.  The Red Hatter proudly said they were all making fleece bath robes. 

Let me tell you a bit about the Red Hat Society.  It's a club made up of older women who wear purple clothes and red hats.  I'd venture to guess there's thousands of these clubs all over the country.  The Red Hat Society gets their name from an old poem whose first line says "When I am an old woman I shall wear purple, with a red hat that doesn't go and doesn't suit me."  Well from the Red Hat Society women I've seen, they've got that part down pat.  The first time I read that poem was in 1990 in a frame shop in Gatlinburg, Tennessee.  In fact, that's the only time I've read the poem.  With the internet and email giving people the [annoying] ability to forward sappy email stories, I'm really surprised I haven't gotten hundreds of copies of the poem. 

Soooo this poem is at least 14 years old, and all of a sudden we have packs of older women wearing red hats and dressing in purple.  It evidently wasn't trendy a couple of decades ago, but now it is.  It's so trendy that the groups pop up everywhere.  I saw 2 or 3 groups at each of my 4 trips to the state fair this summer.  As if they don't already stand out in a crowd wearing purple and red, they were all all loud and obnoxious and drawing even more attention to themselves.  I also saw a group over at the Caesar's casino boat last month.  With the holidays around the corner, I'm sure we'll see the clubs dining out at restaurants celebrating.  You won't have any trouble spotting them, that's for sure. 

Let the Red Hat Society women do their thing - more power to them.  I'm content with being a Diva - at least we don't have to pay dues or wear purple and red. 

Monday, November 22, 2004

My New Friend

I made a new friend this weekend.  I know my faithful readers are a curious bunch, so I thought I'd post a few pictures of my new friend. 

I know what you're thinking.  No, he's not married to Faith Hill.   No, he hasn't sold a bizillion records.  And no, he's not the hottest male country singer Tim McGraw.  But he sure looks like him, doesn't he?  He's my new friend, Scott.  He's won look-a-like and lip sync contests; I can sure see why.  This guy has the whole Tim McGraw experience down - the stance, the goatee and sideburns, the squinty eyes, the clothes, everything.  I've to say I was very impressed.

Scott's dad Dale works with me, and lives in the subdivision across the street from our house.  A few months ago, Dale brought in a picture that appeared to be country singer Sara Evans and Tim McGraw.  I looked at the picture and thought "Cool - he went to their concert and got their picture."  I'm sure my jaw hit the floor when Dale said "That's my son Scott."  He had some more pictures taken at one of the contests and I was impressed.  I asked Dale to let me know when his son came over so I could meet him and get my picture taken with him to show off.  So Dale stopped by Saturday afternoon and said he would bring Scott over.  When I answered the door an hour later, once again my jaw hit the floor.  We didn't tell Mom about him coming over, and I think her jaw hit the floor, too.  He swaggered over and bent down and even gave her a kiss on the cheek.  She was impressed, too, LOL.   He chatted with us all for about 20 minutes, and then asked if he could see my guitars.  I even let him play my prized Takamine.  He posed for pictures with me and Dad; Mom didn't feel very photogenic - she said she didn't want her picture taken without her hair being fixed. 

Yes, I was impressed because this young guy was a dead ringer for Tim McGraw.  But what impressed me even more than his appearance was his attitude and personality.  He wasn't cocky, thinking he was all that because he was a good looking guy that looked exactly like Tim McGraw.  He was very humble, almost apologetic.  He took the time to come over to our house and pose for pictures, and he spent time talking with my parents. We found out they were on their way to visit his step-dad in the hospital, and afterwards they were going over to Kosair Children's Hospital afterward to take some stuffed animals to the kids there.  What a guy.  Any young man taking time out of a Saturday evening to visit kids in the hospital is #1 in my book, regardless of who they look like.  Way to go, Scott.  You rock. 

Sunday, November 21, 2004

Link of the Week

I love t-shirts.  I always have.  When I was a kid I would save my allowance to buy cool t-shirts.  There was a store in the shopping center close to our house that sold t-shirts with transfers.  During the disco era, I had a navy blue t-shirt from that store with a picture of Donna Summer on it.  I still have it in a box in the top of my closet.  Stores like that are long gone, but thanks to the internet we don't have to look very far to buy cool t-shirts.

I still buy a lot of t-shirts today.  I get the majority of them on EBay, but I found an awesome site that sells the coolest stuff.  Take a look at www.cafepress.com.  Not only do they have the funniest t-shirts, they have lots of other funny stuff you won't find in stores. For example, they have one of the biggest selections of funny lunchboxes on the web.  I did some searching using the Cafe Press search engine and even came across a section of t-shirts and other merchandise of a local drag queen Amirage.  Hmmm I wonder how good "That's What I'm Thinking" lunchboxes would sell???

I've bought a couple of things at Cafe Press, the funniest being a t-shirt that says "Save Martha.:  I got it shortly after Martha Stewart was arrested.  It still gets a lot of laughs each time I wear it.  In fact, I'm wearing it now. 

 

Saturday, November 20, 2004

File Under: WTF?

I love EBay.  Not a week goes by that I don't bid on something.  I've seen some bizarre things for sale on there over the years - a tennis ball allegedly tossed by Elian Gonzalez, a toenail from Elvis Presley, and even gum chewed by Brittany Spears.  I thought I had seen it all until yesterday when I saw the Virgin Mary grilled cheese sandwich up for bid.

A couple of co-workers told me about it, knowing I would appreciate something bizarre like this.  (Side note: hats off to my co-workers for coming up with blog-worthy topics.)  I looked at the item and immediately thought "WTF?"  The story has it that a woman in Hollywood, Florida made this grilled cheese sandwich 10 years ago and after taking one bite out of it, she said she saw a face looking back at her.  After careful examination, she determined the face was that of the Virgin Mary.  She put the sandwich in a clear plastic box, where the sandwich rests on a bed of cotton balls.  She's kept the miracle sandwich (actually, a half sandwich) on her nightstand ever since.  While there isn't any documentation of miracles occurring as a result of this grilled cheese sandwich, the woman says she's won $70,000 from a local casino during the time she's had the sandwich.  Incidentally, the sandwich was made from plain white bread (or "light bread" as we say in the south) and American cheese, and was cooked with no oil or butter.

I did a search on EBay for "Virgin Mary grilled cheese" and it brought up almost 300 items.  Most of the items I looked at had the picture of the infamous grilled cheese sandwich - Christmas ornaments, light switchplate covers, trading cards, Italian charms, checkbook covers, and even thongs.  The funniest t-shirt I saw was on that said "I went to EBay and all I got was this Virgin Mary grilled cheese t-shirt."  Too funny.

As of a few minutes ago, the latest bid on the Virgin Mary grilled cheese sandwich was $7,600.  There's only two days left until the auction ends, so bid early and bid often.  I'm hungry now, so I think I'll go fix a grilled cheese sandwich.

Friday, November 19, 2004

Portions, Smortions

Thanksgiving is less than a week away, and our thoughts have turned to eating.  Let me clarify - Americans think about eating alot of the time: What are we having for dinner?  What do I need from the grocery?  Where are we going to eat?  But for the next few days we'll be thinkjing about what we're going to have for dinner on Thursday.  The Big Dinner will mark the beginning of the six-week holiday pig-out. 

I read an article in our rag, the Courier Journal, that said that the FDA and USDA are urging Americans to try and reduce portion sizes.  To quote the USDA, "It's not about eliminating the dressing and gravy from your holiday meal - just trimming the trimmings to a healthy portion size."  They asked us to train our eyes (and stomach) to recognize appropriate portion sizes by using everyday objects as guidelines:

      deck of cards = meat (3 oz.)
      computer mouse = potato
      tennis ball = stuffing, pasta, rice (1/2 cup)
      baseball = vegetables (1/2 cup)
      golfball = cranberry sauce, jelly, dressings (2 Tbs.)
      dice, 2-3 = butter, hard cheese

They also recommend that when we go out to eat at a restaurant, order a to-go box when we order our meal so we can pare our portions down to size before we start eating.

Let's put this into practice using my dinner last night at TGIFridays as an example.  If one portion of meat should equal the size of a deck of cards, then by my calculations I had the equivalent of enough decks of cards for an entire season of "Celebrity Poker."  I also had shrimp with my steak.  If I'd pulled the tails off, and smashed them down, they might have been the size of a deck of Uno cards.  I'm sure glad I didn't order a potato or pasta - at least that's one portion I don't have to stress over. And if I'd read the article earlier and known about asking for a to-go box before I started eating, I would have enough leftover steak for lunch every day next week.

When you think about it, downsizing isn't such a bad thing after all.

Thursday, November 18, 2004

Rest In Peace, Laci

For almost two years, we've had a morbid fascination with this case.  We couldn't believe that a young, handsome fertilizer salesman would murder his adorable, happy, and pregnant wife AND their unborn child, most likely on Christmas Eve.  For months we saw pictures of Scott and Laci, both smiling and seemingly happy.  We started to believe the defense's story that Laci Peterson had been abducted by homeless people who often slept at a park near the couple's home.  We even heard another possibility - that Laci had been murdered as part of a sacrifice by a cult. Then we heard about Scott Peterson's ongoing affair with a Fresno massage therapist, and we looked at the case a bit differently.  The prosecution painted a different picture for us - one of a man who had grown tired of family life and was panicking over the prospect of being saddled with a child.  They even said he had dreams of being a jet-setting playboy.  So he plotted to murder his wife, and get rid of her body by weighing it down with homemade concrete anchors and dumping it off of his newly purchased fishing boat in San Fransisco bay. 

I think we were so fascinated with this case because Americans love reality TV. The beautiful, young, pregnant wife murdered by the handsome husband who had an extramarrital affair.  With a three-ring circus that included star witness Amber Frey and jurors who kept getting kicked off by the judge, the Peterson case beat anything we could have watched on TV.  We were also fascinated by the fact that such an act of violence could happen to an attractive couple living a comfortable life in the suburbrs, while on the verge of starting a family.  It showed that it could happen to anyone, anywhere.  That made the case all the more riveting. 

Just a few days ago, a jury believed beyond a resonable doubt that Scott Peterson murdered his pregnant wife Laci and their unborn son.  After the sentencing, hopefully Laci's family can finally have some closure. Now we're waiting for the same jury to decide whether Scott Peterson should spend the rest of his life in prison or die in San Quentin's death chamber. 

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

Disgusting News From ZCO

I'm really hacked off today.  I had a decent night's sleep, and as in a good mood until I got to work.  I hadn't even put my purse down at my desk when I heard the disgusting news that one of my co-workers had his car stolen from our parking lot yesterday.

It's a crying shame when someone's car gets stolen, but this wasn't just any car - this my friend's beloved '72 Chevelle, a classic that he had worked on for years.  It's an awesome car - great paint job, not a scratch on the finish.  It's even worse when the car couldn't be fully insured for what it was worth - my friend Chris had to drive the car every day to and from work, so he wasn't able to get it fully insured as a "historic" car (there are restrictions on the milage driven on historic cars).  Given the hours he spent on this car and the parts used, it's probably worth well over twice of what it's insured for. 

Another thing bothers me about this, though - I was really hacked off when I heard some other co-workers laughing this morning saying "I think I'll put a sign on my old junkard out in the parking lot saying 'take me' " or "I wish it had been mine stolen."  Personally, life is too short to drive a hoopty.  If I'm going to come to this place every day for the next 20 years and continue to spend the majority of my waking hours here, I'm going to come here in style. 


I went into the lunchroom earlier to get a cup of coffee and overheard a meeting with one of our H.R. people and the head of our maintenance department talking with a some people about possibly getting security cameras for this place. I'm guessing we'll then hire a Barney Fife rent-a-cop to sit on his/her butt all day (and all night, considering we have a night shift, too) looking at a dozen monitors. Yeah right. 

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

No Thanks - I'm Not Thirsty

I guess I'm not as trendy as I thought I was; I've never drank a bottle of Jones Soda.  I've seen others drinking it, though - the bottles show up on alot of Showtime and HBO orignial series.  It's also in the trendy health food stores, and some of the big liquor stores carry it, too.  The only grocery store I've seen it in is our local Meijers.

I read online yesterday that Jones Soda Co. will be producing four holiday sodas: Green Bean Casserole Soda, Mashed Potato and Butter Soda, Fruitcake Soda and Cranberry Soda.  These will be sold in five-packs along with last year's holiday favorite Turkey and Dressing Soda rounding out the quintet. Being able to drink your holiday favorites does not come without a price - and a hefty one at that; the five-pack limited editions will be priced in$15.95. Even for the mathematically challenged like me, I can figure that comes to about $3.20 a bottle.  Personally, I will not pay three bucks for a bottle of pop.  That's pricey.  But not in a world where people gladly fork over $2.50 for a plastic bottle of well water.  On the positive side, Jones Soda will donate a portion of the five-pack sales to Toys For Tots.

The only holiday flavor out of this five I would even remotely consider drinking would be the Cranberry Soda.  And that's only if it were cheaper or if someone gave me a bottle.  Jones Soda Co. president Peter Van Stolk was quoted as crying out "Oh man! I can't drink that," after lifting a glass of Mashed Potato and Butter Soda to his lips.  If the man in charge of making and selling this pop won't drink it, do you think I'm going to?

Monday, November 15, 2004

The Rag

I've joined my friend Becky up on the soapbox to express my disgust with our local rag, I mean newspaper, the Courier Journal.  It's also lovingly referred to as "The Curious Journal."  The paper has simply gone to hell.

Back in the day, the Courier shared equal billing with the Louisville Times.  The Courier and Times were owned by the Bingham family, Louisville's version of the Kennedys or Rockefellers. The Courier was published in the morning and the Times was published in the evening.  They were pretty the same except local photographs and stories were a bit different, and both had entirely different comics.  Whenever I would go to a concert, I would walk down to the neighborhood store the next morning to buy a copy of the Courier so I could cut out the photographs and review from the concert for my scrapbook.  Then I would be on pins and needles waiting to see the evening Times to see what other pictures they printed from the concert. 

All of that changed when the Bingham family sold the papers to Gannett.  It's been downhill ever since.  Their first major change was dropping the Louisville Times and just having one major newspaper in Louisville.  Another major change came recently when the Courier went to color photographs, ads, and comics.  This change has come with a hefty price tag - customer service seems to be picking up the tab.  For the past two years, the paper has been late at least once or twice each month.  It's never been the carrier's fault; it's been due to one problem after another at the Courier.  Friday was the most recent problem, "About 60,000 Louisville-area subscribers received yesterday's Courier Journal late because of a printing problem."  If we had received it on time, chances are it would be folded off center like once section is almost every other day.

Yes, I'm fed up with the Courier, but it's the only newspaper in town.  The only reason my family still subscribes is so they can get the TV section, the coupons, the daily crossword puzzle, and to see if anyone they know was in the obituaries.  If they weren't afraid of crossing the digital divide and getting online, they could cut out the newspaper all together.  But that's not about to happen, so I guess we'll just have to buck up and make the best of it.  At the end of the day, at least we have something to toss in the fireplace to mix with the kindling. 

Sunday, November 14, 2004

Link of the Week

I bet you thought the election was over - not here in Kentucky.  There's one more thing we have to vote on: Kentucky's new slogan.  Your choices are "Kentucky - Unbridled Spirit" or "Kentucky - Where Legends Are Born."  Both slogans, or "brands" as they are being called by the highly paid PR firm that thought this up, have the horserace theme going on. 

Anyone can vote for the slogan - just go to www.kentucky.gov/brand.  Voting ends at midnight on November 21.  The winner will be announced on November 24.  I can hardly wait. 

I don't think we need a new slogan - what's wrong with "The Bluegrass State?"  But if we have to get a new slogan, I'm disappointed that my personal favorite didn't make it to the finals - "Getting Lucky In Kentucky."

Saturday, November 13, 2004

Spammers Are A Curious Lot

Even with our firewall and spam filters at work, our mailboxes are just jammed with spam when we sign on to our computers in the morning.  For the past couple of weeks, I jotted down the most interesting subject lines from my spam.  Here's my top ten favorite spam subject lines:

1. defecate pestilential armadillo brokerage
2. prissy isolated fig
3. acoustic anchovy laminate
4. Confederate dish reject
5. the moster rushed suddenly toward Abraham Lincoln
6. a Venetian textbook from Zambia
7. on a hayfirled catatonic commando
8. photocopy malinformed sweetener
9. ionic licensable oregano
10. dangers to liberty lurk in insidious encroacment

Friday, November 12, 2004

Let's Go Krogering

I love Krogers, and so does the majority of my friends and co-workers. We shop there not just for their good deals; we like the store for convenience - you're never more than a mile or two away from a Krogers store.  And most of us pass by one going to and from work.  While we agree that it's a good grocery store, on the flipside we all have our own Kroger customer service horror stories.  The following is a true story. 

My co-worker Becky is a regular Kroger shopper, dropping at least $200 a week at the store on State Street in New Albany (Indiana, for those not in-the-know). She frequently stops there on her way home from work to pick up their awesome fried chicken for supper.  Like other Super Krogers, this one has a deli and a gourmet shop side by side, separated only by a cash register. Becky was there the other day to get her chicken and could not get anyone to wait on her.  They were scurrying around helping people in front of the deli and in front of the gourmet shop, but nobody would wait on her. Becky finally asked someone in the gourmet section for help, and they told her she would have to ask the deli. She then asked someone in the deli.  They were put out, and snapped at her "Do you need something?" but they did get her chicken.  This is similar to when we were kids, and asked our Mom if we could do something and she would say "go ask your father" who would then say "go ask your mother."  How much trouble would it be for one of the gourmet department workers to reach in the case and pull out a plastic box of chicken for her?  I hear this all the time in our company, the dreaded "that's not my area/product/department." Not having confirmed this with Becky, but I'd be willing to bet that the people working in the deli and gourmet shops are PATs (Punk Ass Teenagers, in case you've forgotten).

Things went from bad to worse for Becky this week.  She's having hand surgery the day before Thanksgiving, so she won't be able to cook dinner.  But she's having family up for the holiday, so her only thought was Krogers; she's come to depend on them, you know.  So yesterday she called the store to order the complete Thanksgiving dinner - turkey and all the trimmings (by the way, does anyone know why they call it "...trimmings?").  She was on hold a ridiculous amount of time but the deli finally answered. She simply asked if they were making the turkey dinners this year, and the runaround started again. They told her she would have to talk to the gourmet shop. She asked them for the number of the gourmet shop so she could call, not wanting to put them out, and lo and behold, they transferred her instead.  She then asks the gourmet shop if they are cooking the dinners and they said allt hey are cooking is the turkey, and that she'll have to call the deli for the trimmings. By this point, Becky was over it, and hung up.  She thought about it some more, and decided to call back and talk to the manager.  As before, she was put on hold, only to have the manager tell her she would have to talk to the "big manager."  Once again she was put out by being jacked around and hung up. 

She's still hacked off about it today, and I can't blame her a bit.  But she still needs the dinner, and there aren't any other big groceries close to them, so she said she'll just suck it up and order her turkey from the gourmet shop and the trimmings from the deli.  If I cooked, I would offer to make the dinner for her. But it's the thought that counts.  Good luck, Becky.  I hope you, Larry, and Max have a happy Thanksgiving, no thanks to Krogers. 

Thursday, November 11, 2004

Thank You, Veterans

It's a shame that our country has just one official day of the year to honor our veterans.  I think every day should be Veterans Day.  I'd like to publically honor my favorite veteran, my Dad.

My Dad Carl, aka Bud, served proudly in the U.S. Navy from 1953 till 1957.  Not only is he a Navy veteran, he's also a Korean War vetaran.  Dad left their Hardin county farm and headed across the country by train for his basic training at the U.S. Naval Training Center in San Diego. Other than coming up to Louisville or Bardstown or down to visit relatives in Hart country, this was the first time Dad had been away from home.  Today, he laughs about the contestants on "Survivor" and calls them wusses for whining and crying over being away from their families for only 40 days, while he and thousands, even millions, of our vetarans were gone from their homes for 4 or more years.

After his training in Damage Control, Dad boarded a plane and headed to Kodiak, Alaska where he would be stationed.  An interesting piece of Bud trivia: the plane ride to and from Kodiak was the only time that he has been on a plane.  Dad was thrilled to death when he found out he wouldn't be stationed on a ship out in the ocean, just  miles from Communist waters.  Instead, he was assigned to the base fire department for his tour of duty. 

Dad received an Honorable Discharge in May 1957 with the rank of Third Class Petty Officer, Damage Control.  During his time in the Navy, Dad received the Good Conduct medal and the National Defense Service Medal.    So that also makes him a decorated veteran.  

 I'd also like to publically recognize a few other friends and co-workers that are veterans:
               Paul W.
               John Mc.
              Greg D.
              Jerry P.
              Boots H.
              Steve L.

Wednesday, November 10, 2004

Shania at the CMAs

I love watching music awards shows - mainly just to see what wacky things the artists wear.  The theme last night at the annual Country Music Association awards appeared to be "Dress Like You're Cleaning Out The Garage."  I haven't seen that much flannel since. . . Opps - sorry. I was about to insert a bad joke.  Suffice to say, the majority of the country stars performing and presenting awards last night looked like they had been working out in the fields all day.  I'm sure they paid hair stylists big bucks to make them look like they hadn't washed (nor combed) their hair in two weeks.

One stand-out star who did not look like she'd just come in from plowing the fields was Shania Twain. They must have known she was going to be exceptionally cute. because she was on the show 3 times. In my fashion opinion, she was one of the most well-dressed women on there. She appeared at the beginning of the show to present an award, and was gorgeous in a long gold skirt.  When she performed; she had on clean jeans, that were not faded, torn, nor ripped.  And when she appeared later in the show to introduce another performer, she was simply stunning in a pale yellow evening gown. 

As you can probably tell, I'm a huge Shania Twain fan.  I was fortunate enough to have front row seats for her concert here in Louisville back in the summer.  I'm not ashamed to confess that I bought them from a ticket broker, but to me it was well worth the price to be on the front row just a few feet away from all of the action on stage. I had read some of the message boards on her fan club website, and read that she interacted with the crowd during her concert: going out into the audience to shake hands, walking around the round stage every few songs to shake hands, etc.  So I had was prepared - the night before the concert, I dug out an old white pick guard that came from my Fender Strat and stuck it and a couple of Sharpie pens in my bag to take to the show.  I went with the intention and determination to get Shania Twain to sign my pick guard. During her first trip walking around the stage shaking hands and scribbling autographs, I was in back of the crowd and wasn't able to get close.  But the next time she started her way around stage, I pushed and shoved like everyone else and was right up next to the stage.  She got close and I held up the pick guard and a Sharpie and she walked right over in front of me and bent down and took them from my hand and scribbled her name on it and handed them back, and even shook my hand, too.  To say I was thrilled would be an understatement.  I wormed my way back to my seat and the people around were giving me high fives and patting me on the back, saying how cool that was.  The next day, I put the pick guard, along with my front row ticket stub, in a frame, where they proudly hang in the music room at home. 

Tuesday, November 9, 2004

The Rat King

I saw something Sunday afternoon that freaked me out - I saw my first inner city sewer rat. 

After our usual Sunday morning chocked full of drama at Fourth Avenue Baptist Church, we were standing out in the parking lot discussing said drama when something caught my eye.  My parents were talking with Sarah, the coolest old lady you'll ever meet, and Linda, another cool lady (and the world's biggest U of L fan) and I had just gotten in the car. Somethin captured my attention.  I turned around, expecting to see a squirrel, and instead saw a big, dark gray rat running across the parking lot.  At first glance, it appeared to be about three feet long.  After watching it scurrying across the parking lot, I'm guessing it was more like nine or ten inches long.  Well it might as well have been as big as my BMW.  I locked the door on the car, as if it were going to reach up with it's feet and open the door and climb inside with me.

You're probably thinking "she's reeeeeally exagerating on this one."  But there are two other witnesses that saw the rat; reputable witnesses - Officer Theo Mitchell, one of the off duty cops that we hire for security during church, and his aunt who has been attending church at Fourth Avenue for the past year.  They were in his car about 20 feet from mine, and the rat ran between our two cars.  I can't be sure, because I don't read lips very well, but I think she was telling Theo to whip out his Glock and shoot it. 

My parents have been doing the cleaning and maintenance at Fourth Avenue for probably the past 12 or more years, long before we moved our membership there, and they said in all of the years of cleaning there they've never even seen a rat, nor even a mouse, inside the church.  Mom said she's never even seen any rodents down in the "dungeon" as we call it - under the church, below the formal basement are catacombs that the church used for storage back when the church was built in the late 1800's.  It's kinda spooky down there, yet it's very cool to experience the dungeon.

After consulting with the chairman of the deacons, and the official maintenance man of the church, my Dad, he assured me that I didn't need to start singing Michael Jackson's song "Ben".  He said that in his professional opinion, that the rat probably came up from one of the drains along Fourth Street and ran across the parking lot going to the garbage cans in the back alley.  I hope he stays in the alley. 

Monday, November 8, 2004

The Bizarre Bazaar

I've heard it said that you never forget your first love.  I can testify that's true; I'm reminded of my first rue love every fall.  No, it's not the time of year that we broke up.  And it has nothing to do with my usually-annual fall funk; I'm reminded every November when I see my former future mother-in-law.

I see the mother of James Goodin, my former future husband, every November at one of the local holiday craft bazaars.  Pat has a booth hawking wooden crafts that her husband and she make.  My mom and I started going to this particular bazaar about 15 years ago, where we would see Pat every time.  Prior to that, I would see her periodically at the grocery store or somewhere else in the neighborhood.  But we never spoke - I just thought there's no way she would remember me.  You see, her son and I were quite the love-struck couple in the third through fifth grades at Greenwood Elementary school.

Mom and I were at this same church's bazaar 5 years ago when I saw Pat.  I finally got the nerve and spoke up.  I sheepishly started, "You probably don't remember me but..." and much to my surprise, she interrupted and said "You're Carla - I'd know those eyes anywhere. You have the bluest eyes I've ever seen."  Needless to say, I was speechless - it had been over 25 years since we'd spoken and she remembered me.  I might forget where I laid down a book or something, but I never forget a face - I guess she's like that, too.  We chatted a few minutes, and I asked about James.  I guess I should have stayed with him - he owns his own lucrative business and has a huge house in Old Louisville. 

As fate would have it, I ran into James just a few weeks after talking to his mother.  We went to a mutual friend's bar and had a drink and talked about our days back at Greenwood Elementary and how much fun we had going to the shopping center and to the skating rink and riding bikes through his neighborhood.  I haven't spoken to him since that night, but I'm going to get his business card out of my Rolodex today and give him a call.  

Sunday, November 7, 2004

Link of the Week

The holiday season will soon be here - it's hard to believe Thanksgiving is just a couple of weeks away.  For the next month and a half, we will hear countless TV news reporters and celebrity spokespersons talk about helping those less fortunate. On Thankgiving Day we'll see news stories showing local politicians and celebrities serving dinner at homeless shelters.  Some of you might do that too, and that's awesome.  We all like to help people that need it, and I've found two easy, effortless things we can do this week.  Since they're both easy to do, this week, you're getting a double shot.

One way we can help others that need it and show support for our favorite NFL team is by voting in a cool promotion by Campbells Chunky Soup.  Just go to http://www.chunky.com/clickforcans.aspx and click on your favorite NFL team.  When the voting ends, Campbells will get the official team roster for the team that has the most votes, and they will add up the total weight of the entire team and will donate one can of Chunky Soup per pound.  Put the site in Favorites because you can vote every day.  Voting ends on the 11th, so we still have a week left.  And by the way, if you're not an NFL fan and don't have a favorite team, please visit the site any way and vote for my favorite team, the Tennessee Titans. 

Now what we've covered helping to feed the poor, let's take care of clothing the poor. If you're like me, you've got more clothes than you need.  Thanks to the trendy lose-it-quick-and-gain-it-back-quicker diets, we've got our "skinny clothes" and our "not so skinny clothes" crammed in our closets.  We've all got more coats than we'll ever wear.  They'll fall apart from dry rotting before they fall apart from wear and tear.  I challenge you, my faithful readers, to follow my lead and give away at least one coat.  OneWarmCoat can help with the rest.  Just go to their site, www.onewarmcoat.org/index.php and you can see where coats are being collected in your city.  Just click on the "donate" tab and then click on your state and you'll find a list of collection sites.  It's that easy. 

Now don't you feel good already?

Saturday, November 6, 2004

I've Been Punk'd

I got to work a half hour early yesterday morning, in hopes of getting a jump start on the day since my boss was off.  I strolled into the office yesterday morning, unsuspecting of what would be laying in wait for me.  I put my things down on my desk and saw what appeared to be a homemade cd by my computer keyboard.  I picked it up and read the Post-It note attached that said "George Jones Greatest Hits Vol. 1 & 2".  I was ecstatic - I had gotten a presant! I asked my cube neighbor Rita if she had seen anyone put the cd on my desk.  She said she'd been there about 10 minutes and hadn't seen anybody come into the office.  I immediately thought that the cd had come from my friend Jason in the R & D department, as we swap cd's from time to time.  Whoever it was, they were pretty darned cool because they evidently knew I went to see George Jones just a few weeks ago.  I logged onto my computer and was getting ready for the work day to begin when Rita told me to put the cd in and play it, so we could have some music before the official 8:00 start of the work day.  So I crawled under my desk and put the cd into the cd drive on the computer, and then turned the speakers up louder so she could hear it.  Imagine my surprise when I was blasted by heavy metal music.  It sure didn't sound like "White Lightning."  I looked at the Windows Media Player to make sure something else wasn't playing by mistake.  Then the next sounds I heard were Rita and Bob, another neighboring co-worker, almost in tears from laughing so hard.  I knew I had been punk'd. Hearing them laugh made me laugh and soon, I was reaching for a Kleenax to dry my eyes because I was laughing so hard at those two merry pranksters. 

The story has it that Rita found this cd out in the parking lot just minutes earlier when she got to work.  The cd appeared to have Sharpie writing on it - so she thought it was a homemade cd.  She brought it in and showed it to Bob.  He said he'd put it in his computer and look at it, though he was a bit apprehensive of what he might find on there; a formal reprimand for looking at pornographic material would not look good in his personnel file.  He was a bit surprised when he heard the heavy metal, and he took it back over to Rita and said "Let's leave it for Carla - she likes music." 

The funniest part of this was the fact that I was punk'd by my two most sincere friends at ZCO.  It's no secret that I'm fairly gullable when it comes to pranks.  I wake up on the morning of April 1 every year, determined to be on guard all day lest my Mom will pull one over on me.  This year, I had just gotten out of bed and was getting my coffee, when she said "Well, that's the biggest deer I've ever seen."  I didn't fall for it.  Seconds later, as I'm walking to the family room she said "I started to wake you up in case you wanted to leave early - it'll be bad with that snow."  Needless to say, I bolted for the window, only to be fooled by my own Mother. 

I'm still not sure who's idea it was to disguise the cd - I'm sure they'll never tell. 

Friday, November 5, 2004

Birthday Party Evolution

Today's post was written by my good friend and fellow Diva, Stacy. Having two kids, she's more of an authority on this subject.  

When I was a kid, you only had one or, if you were lucky, two, official birthday parties during your childhood.  By "official" I mean send-out-invitations-RSVP-needed birthday parties. Other than your one big birthday bash, on all the other birthdays, you would get your favorite dinner cooked and your grandparents would come over and you'd open their gift and the gift from your parents and that was it.  Not so today.  Now kids have a huge Official Birthday Party every year. 

For refreshments at the Official Birthday Party, they don't have just cake and ice cream, either; you first have appetizers and snacks, followed by lunch or dinner, and then the cake and ice cream.  There's also beer or cocktails for the adults, too.  There also has to be a theme to the party - Dora the Explorer for girls and Power Rangers for boys are the popular themes this year.  Parents have to run all over town to find matching table clothes, cups, plates, and napkins.  They also have to find a bakery to make the cake, which will also be decorated in the theme. 

As for games and activities during the Official Birthday Party, they aren't content with playing Pin The Tail On The Donkey like we were as kids; the parents also fork over about $200 to rent one of those inflatible Astro Jump things for a few hours.  These are the rage.  They will assuredly make your son or daughter the most popular kid among their peers.  If the birthday girl/boy is younger, the parents can fork over even more money and have ponies come trample through their manicured yard giving rides to the party goers. 

There are valid reasons why parents go to great lengths to have an Official Birthday Party every year for their children.  We didn't get to have a party every year, so now we're making damned sure our kids have one.  It's the age old "I want more for my child than I had myself" attitude.  With demanding jobs and conflicting schedules, and with the marjority of families having both parents work, we don't get to spend nearly as much time with our kids as we'd like, so the guilt factor plays into it as well.   Also, we don't want our children to feel inferior to their friends who have a party every year, and thus we still try to keep up with the Jones'. 

Thursday, November 4, 2004

So What If She's Only Won One Emmy Award

I'm bummed.  No, it's not because of my annual fall funk that hits me every October or November when the fall rains set in.  I'm bummed because next weekend is the ABC Soap Weekend at DisneyWorld and I can't go. 

I'm a huge All My Children fan - I tape it every day and watch it when I get home from work.  I think Erica Kane is the greatest soap opera character in the history of daytime soaps, superbly played by Susan Lucci.  My ABC Soaps magazine said that Susan Lucci is one of the many AMC stars that will be appearing at Sopa Opera Weekend.  I would give anything to have my picture taken with her.  But funds are a bit low right now, and I can't take off from work, so maybe next year. 

Above my desk proudly hangs a framed authentic autographed picture of Susan Lucci that a friend got me from EBay.  My co-worker Rita and I tell everyone that Erica is our businesswoman roll model and that she's up there on the wall watching over us.  If I can ever meet Susan Lucci, I'll be sure to get an autograph for Rita, too.  I've got her hooked on the soap now, too.  I got hooked on AMC a year and a half ago - my cousin's son is an actor, and he auditioned for a small prt on AMC.  So I thought I'd better start watching the show in case Nicholas got the part, so I would know what the storylines were.  Unfortunately, he didn't get the part, but I still watch the show faithfully.

I had my hopes up for getting to actually meet Susan Lucci this past May; she attends a local horse farm owner's annual Derby party every year.  I had an accomplice all lined out, and we were going to wait along the driveway entrance like other celeb hounds and try to get a picture with her.  My hopes were shattered when I was flipping through the channels on Derby eve and saw Susan Lucci on the Home Shopping Network hawking her new clothing line - she announced that she would be there live on HSN the next 2 days selling her stuff.  So when I found out that she would be a no-show at Mary Lou Whitney's party, we aborted our mission.  Maybe next year. 

Wednesday, November 3, 2004

God called - He said "Turn off your phone"

Churches Installing Cell Phone Jammers
Sunday October 17, 7:17 am ET
By Olga R. Rodriguez, Associated Press Writer Churches, Legislatures, Other Public Places Installing Cell Phone Jammers to Block Coverage

MONTERREY, Mexico (AP) -- It was the reporters who noticed first. Unable to call their editors while covering the weddings of the rich and famous, they asked the priest why their cell phones never worked at Sacred Heart. His reply: Israeli counterintelligence.

In four Monterrey churches, Israeli-made cell phone jammers the size of paperbacks have been tucked unobtrusively among paintings of the Madonna and statues of the saints. The jarring polychromatic din of ringing cell phones is increasingly being thwarted -- from religious sanctuaries to India's parliament to Tokyo theaters and commuter trains -- by devices originally developed to help security forces avert eavesdropping and thwart phone-triggered bombings. The Indian parliament had jammers installed after politicians ignored requests to turn off their cell phones and legislative sessions were constantly interrupted. In Italy, universities started using the blockers after discovering that cell phone-savvy teenagers were cheating on exams by sending text messages or taking pictures of tests.

The four Roman Catholic Churches in this northern city began using the devices, from Tel Aviv-based Netline Communications Technologies Ltd., after an insurance salesman imported them as a personal favor for a priest. "There are still many people who don't understand that being at Mass is sharing a moment with God," said the Rev. Juan Jose Martinez, a spokesman for archdiocese. "Sadly, we had no other choice but to use these little gadgets." Purchased for about $2,000 each, they can be turned on by remote control and emit low-level radio frequencies that thwart cell phone signals within a 100-foot radius. Users get a "no service" or "signal not available" message on their cell phones. Although Mexico has no law against the devices, the private use of cell phone blockers is illegal in the United States and most Western countries. But the tide is turning.

Japan allows public places such as theaters and concert halls to install jammers, provided they obtain a government-issued license. And last week, France's industry minister approved a decision tolet cinemas, concert halls and theaters install them -- as long as provisions are in place so emergency calls can still be made.

Canada had considered allowing blocking in similar situations. But Industry Canada, which regulates the country's telecommunications, decided against it, saying the devices could infringe on personal freedom and affect public safety by crippling communication with law enforcement and security agencies.

Officials at Netline, which sold its first jammer in 1998, say they are selling thousands of jammers a year and have expanded their business throughout the world. They're far from the only manufacturers. The devices are sold the world over, with dozens of suppliers selling them on the Internet. Tokyo-based Medic Inc. sold thousands of its Wave Wall jammers before the government stepped in and regulated their use to venues with live performances. Commuters still buy mobile jammers to shut up chatty train passengers, even though their use is illegal.

In Scotland, businessman Ronnie McGuire, owner of Electron Electrical Engineering Services, imported Taiwan-made cell phone blockers and sold them to hotels, restaurants and bars until a local newspaper reported his activities, which were illegal in Britain. McGuire has said he will still import the Taiwanese devices but sell them for export only to countries where they are allowed.

Loreen Haim, the director of marketing and sales for Netline, wouldn't say how many devices the company sells per year or what country buys the most. In Mexico, the main clients have been banks looking to stop would-be robbers from communicating with their accomplices and the Mexican government, which is planning to use them at prisons, Haim said.

In Monterrey, the Sacred Heart church, a baroque temple favored by Mexico's elite for weddings, church officials acquired their blockers two years ago. "Whenever there was a wedding, cell phones would ring every five minutes," said Bulmaro Carranza, a parish clerk. "It was a real problem because there were times when even the groom would forget to turn his cell phone off."

For months, the devices went unnoticed until reporters covering the weddings began complaining that their cell phones never worked.  Since word of the jammers went public, priests from around Mexico have been calling to find out how to get them, said Carranza.  At Sacred Heart, a device at the entrance to the church and another by the altar are turned on right before every Mass. Still, priests remind parishioners to turn off their phones before beginning the services, hoping good cell phone etiquette will eventually catch on.

The other Monterrey churches with the devices -- The Rosario, San Juan Bosco and Our Lady Queen of the Angels -- are also frequented by wealthier parishioners, Martinez said. "For a lot of them, the cell phone is a necessity. But that shouldn't prevent them from having good manners and remembering that one must respect sacred places," Martinez said.

Margarita Escobedo, a Catholic who goes to church at least twice a week and volunteers at the San Genaro church, says she would welcome the jammers in her parish, where cell phones are becoming a nuisance. "Those who bring cell phones to church are not committed to God," Escobedo said. "It's very distracting to be praying and suddenly hear birds chirping or techno music."

I've had a cell phone for over 12 years.  I can honestly say that my phone has never ran during a church service.  Before I had a phone where you could turn the ringer off or put it on vibrate, I would simply turn it off before going into church.  How difficult was that?  I've never heard anyone else's phone ring during church, either.  Our congretation is small, and is predominantly the elderly, and I'd guess that the phone-to-member ratio is probably 1 to 10.  But even in our former church, with a congregation of about 150, I never heard a phone ring during a service.

I say good for these churches for putting in the signal blockers.  I wish movie theaters and concert venues would install them.  I paid out the butt for Diana Krall tickets last year, only to be subjected to the incessant ringing cell phones during her performance.  And when people get a call during a concert, their ringer is never turned down ow or on vibrate; it's always the loudest possible ring.  Add to that the fact that they have to talk loud so the person calling can hear them over the music. I could see how if you were expecting an important call at an Aerosmith concert, you'd have to have the ringer turned up loud so you could [hopefully] hear it.  But at a concert where the only instrument being played is a piano??

Private use of these signal blockers is illegal in the U.S., but so are the cable descramblers and knock-off Rolexes that we can effortlessly buy online.  With as much as we pay for concert tickets, you'd think the arenas could fork over two grand for a jammer.  Once the election drama is over, I'm hoping the government will rethink this and make them legal since they could be collecting big money from licensing fees. 

Tuesday, November 2, 2004

New Product Review

Has anyone tried the new Black Pepper Jack Doritos?  They rock.  I saw them on display at Kroger's this weekend.  They were on sale for a dollar off, so I bought a bag to try.  They were great.  They weren't realy spicey from the black pepper, and they weren't overly cheesey like the nacho flavored Doritos.  The combination was just right.  The thing I like most about the Black Pepper Jack Doritos is how my fingers didn't get all covered with the flavoring, like they do with I eat the nacho cheese or guacamole Doritos. 

I wonder if anyone remembers the original Doritos? They were taco flavored.  But they didn't taste anything like today's taco flavored Doritos.  The original Doritos had a dark brown seasoning on them.  I remember ruffling through the bag to get the ones that had the most seasoning.  They were awesome.  The first time I had Doritos was at a birthday party in the early 70s.  The hostess had them arranged on a tray with a little bit of melted chedder cheese and half of a green olive on each chip.  They also had a new dip at the party - Hidden Valley ranch dip.  Little did the Ryan family know that they were trendsetters.

I took my bag of Black Pepper Jack Doritos to a small gathering of friends Saturday night.  The three of us ate the whole bag.  We didn't have any ranch dip to try, but the hostess made some French onion dip for us.  It was a great combo.  The Black Pepper Jack Doritos are only available for a limited time, so get out this week and try a bag. You won't be disappointed.  I would never lead you astray when it comes to junk food. 

Monday, November 1, 2004

It's Almost Over

Note: the following post is strictly bipartisan. 

Thank goodness we only have a day and a half left to be subjected to election commercials, campaign news, and mudslinging; Republicans, Democratcs, Libertarians, and Green Party voters alike will have to agree with me on this one.

With the election just a day away, I think it's interesting how the reporters, commentators, advisers, and experts are all using horse racing lingo to describe the election:

          neck and neck
          down to the wire
          dead heat
          in the homestretch
          nearing the finish line  
          jockeying for position

For those of you with cable, I can see where you might turn on the TV and hear the phrase "neck and neck" and think you've mistakingly turned to the TVG horse racing channel instead of CNN. In preparation for the final days before the election, I think the reporters watched all six hours of Breeders Cup coverage on NBC this Saturday. 

Another phrase, which is totally unrelated to horse racing, has gotten on my nerves the last few days: when the media isn't talking about the election coming down to the wire, they're talking about "key battleground states."  I guess that sounds much more dramatic than saying "states that are undecided and could have great impact on the election outcome."

I know we will still have news coverage to deal with, but at least at 6:00 tomorrow night the commercials will stop.  At least they will for those of us in the Eastern Standard Time zone.

I'm Puddin, and I approve this message.