Not much has changed since the last post, I’m still very busy, but mostly uneventful busy (how oxymoronic). I keep coming up with neat little ideas and/or taglines to write about, but then realize I don’t have more than a paragraph, or for most, a few sentences on the topic. I started to accumulate these blurbs over the past few weeks, unable to turn them into full-fledged blog posts – but what I lack in ability, I make up in short-cut-titude.
Here is basically my half-thoughts (or small full thoughts), each a sort of mini-blog; individually to long to be tweeted but too short for a single blog post (or so I thought when originally writing this) but strung together, a cheap way to share a bunch of brilliantly idiotic and unrelated premises
(in no particular order):
Hollywood is the Land of Enter-tear-ment: We (my wife and I) recently watched Life As We Know It, a movie about how two single people who become the legal guardians of a one year old girl. She was the daughter of their respective best friends who were tragically killed in a car accident. Nothing about this movie is all that good, I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone. While watching the movie, I was scratching my head, trying to figure out how a movie that was such a miserably acted, poorly written, excuse for entertainment got made. And suddenly, one misty eye later, I realized the only strength this movie had, the ability to pull on the heart-strings of parents. (Okay so my blog posts seem to always focus on parenting and my/our trials and tribulations with being parents, but it’s a big part of my life and takes up a big portion of my consciousness, if you can’t relate, sorry, if you don’t care, too bad.) I am not ashamed to admit it, when the movie takes the expect turn, and the parents die, in an under-described freak flipped car accident, I was holding back some serious moisture. Let me explain: I relate to movies, actually that’s putting it lightly. Submerge might actually be a better word. I submerge myself in movies. This submersion has two direct effects, one, I can’t watch horror movies (I’m so submerged, in my mind the only proper response is just get murdered to death, so I can surface back to reality), two, when a movie is really good and it goes dark side, I can feel that. HOWEVER, my ethos has changed, I’m not living in the pre-parental world where these effects were proven time and again. I’m living in a post-apocalyptic world (I’m now a father). Nothing is as it seems! Danger is lurking everywhere, every kitchen cabinet is a murderer, every stairway is a criminal, every wall socket is an electric chair. I’m different now (minus the fact that I still can’t watch horror movies). My movie experience has been tweaked, a movie no longer has to be really good to move me, it just has to mess with my newly altered fatherly brain. So that explains me, but for the life of me I still don’t understand why these movies are made. I can only assume the person that green-lights these movies is both a parent, and a masochist (with a particular deviancy towards tears).
Revenge of Me (the Nerds): What does it mean to be a nerd, or at least a nerd today? The term nerd has evolved from the early eighties Revenge of the Nerds imagery. Well, it has evolved for me at least, and what I envision being a nerd (and as I’m sure you guessed, how I identify with nerd culture). The point-dexter, pocket-protector nerd is as dated an image as a house calling doctor and his bag of life saving tricks. Nerds today look and act as if they were normal members of society, in fact, they are normal members of society. Nerd has taken on a new life, breaking down the walls enclosing that small subset of introverts. Nerd, to me, means to show a super focus on a topic, or have a love of something. E.G. (not I.E., I looked it up and have been using it wrong quite a bit): “His E.R.A. has hovered around 2.8 for the last few years (Other guy – “Really I thought it was higher than that?”), dude why do you doubt me, I’m a total baseball nerd!” I overheard this the other day at lunch between two cops. These two cops could have easily been extras in Revenge of the Nerds, but not as geeky Lambdas, but as football playing, nerd tormenting Alpha-Betas. Nerds are everywhere! Here are few examples of how traditional nerddom has become mainstream: Comic-Con, endless superhero movies (Thor, Ironman, X-Men, Batman, Green Lantern, etc), video games (oh you don’t play video games? then put down Angry Birds and Words with Friends), and pretty much all things electronic – smart phones, laptops, tablets, and computers in general. Me personally, I enjoy a good mix of traditional and non-traditional nerddom, just enough so to be consider a nerd-of-all-trades.
Unreal Housewife of New Jersey: I recently met Dina Manzo, a Real Housewife of New Jersey (from the infamous show of the plural same name), and she was pleasantly a nice, courteous, and down to earth person. As we do (or I do, I can’t speak for ALL of you), we can at times make prejudgments with very little information in hand, it’s an unfortunate natural instinct. I have seen a few episodes of the show, you know the good ones, when shit is getting out of control. These scenes were all I had to go by for any of the housewives, the screaming, yelling, foul-mouthed, television goodness. Cover, judge, book, me. I think you can piece together the proverb. I didn’t get to spend any real amount of time talking to her, she was busy running around making sure my brother-in-law and sister-in-law’s wedding was going off without a hitch (this is a world of another blog, which I’m not sure I’m even legally allowed to write about, so check it out this Fall on HGTV.) I can’t write it any other way, she was just a really nice person (and I didn’t expect it, so shame on me). From my view, it appeared as if she presented herself as part of the team, not as the “talent”, getting involved with the production. I even saw her cleaning up at the end of the night. But most importantly, she complimented our daughter on her cuteness (note to everyone, want to make me like you, talk up my daughter 🙂 (yes that is an emoticon, its my party, and I’ll do what I want to)). (I know I’m a parenthetical machine, my apologies for the over use and for the need of a math degree to figure out the order of operations on that last one.)
Check-in’s or Rob-me’s?: I’m not sure I understand this new fad (although it might not be a fad, it might be here to stay) about “checking in” to places on the Internet? I understand how it works, but I don’t understand why people do it. As things are progressing I can assume the only logical next step will be to check into individual rooms of our homes on Facebook or Foursquare, “I just checked into the bathroom, and in case you were wondering, I’m just peeing, no deuces today.” Before you start yelling hypocrite at your screen, let me beat you too it. Dan – you are a hypocrite! Yes, I have, and regularly use Facebook, and yes, I have this here blog, where I divulge all sorts of intricate details about my life. Yes, I probably over share. But as much as I might post a useless funny video, or rant about my miserable soccer team, I am sharing at the very minimum a thought or idea. Checking-in seems so devoid of any real value (to me). Now if I were a dastardly fellow, this information could be plenty useful. When you check into the Football Hall of Fame, in Canton, Ohio, I know you are definitely not at your home in New Jersey. Thank you for the valuable intel, and that lovely 52″ LCD you have. What I would really like to do would be to visit their home when they are out, and just rearrange all the furniture, switch around the contents of drawers and cabinets, change alarm clock settings, even change the settings on their Kuerig coffee machine, but leave no trace of entry, and just leave. No note, no nothing. Just total mind fuckery. A real brain rattler. So basically what I’m looking for is valid reasons why so many people are doing this, why do we share our coordinates? Why aid and abet Big Brother? He is already watching? Can someone please explain!
Eating Lunch with Dale Carnegie: I work in a small office, and no one really goes out to lunch. When I don’t brown bag it, I end up going out and grabbing lunch on my own. This would bum some people out, but I enjoy alone time, it gives me a chance to clear my head, listen to a podcast, or get in some reading. There is this small sushi restaurant by work, it is mainly bar style seating and lends itself perfectly to the table for one crowd. Just last week, I was sitting at the bar near the register, book in one hand, dynamite roll in the other (chopsticking, of course, no barehands), and one of the patrons was standing there waiting to pay for a pickup order. I had the feeling she was staring at me, you know that odd psychic ability we all have, knowing someone has their eyes upon you. That kind of feeling is hard to ignore, so I slowly turn to my side, to verify what my body already knew. She was hardcore gawking, but not in a undressing me with her eyes type of gawking. She had a sadness in her look, a look of pity. The glance was only an instant, and I quickly shrugged it off, returning to my book and my sushi. I ended up finishing my lunch without giving it another thought. As I was starting to leave, I stood up and reach for my book, now closed, cover facing up. I remember the look of pity I had received fifteen minutes prior, and the connection was made. Back in January I attended a multi-week Dale Carnegie sales training seminar (If you have the opportunity, I highly recommend the classes), and as part of the class we were given a few Dale Carnegie books to read on our own time . One of the books is the famous, How to Win Friends, and Influence People. This is the book that must have inspired the movie Inception. It is essentially the guidebook on how to incept someone in the real world (for those unfamiliar with the film, incepting would be act of planting an idea in someone, so as if to have them believe it is their own original idea. In the movie they literally go into a persons subconscious. The book I was read, only uses words, boring). This is my current lunch time reading, and thus far has done a great job at reinforcing techniques taught in the sales class. So there I was sitting at a restaurant by myself, reading a book, that within the title read, How to Win Friends. To this woman, I was the picture of loneliness, just me and Mr. Dale Carnegie. Perception is a crazy beast (and so is Inception).
This wraps up the longest post I couldn’t have written unless I was trying to write a short post. What started as an attempt to half-ass a blog post, end up dislodging my writer’s block (Interesting thought: What is it called when a non-writer, gets writer’s block? Normal? I don’t really consider myself a true writer, just a sharer of thoughts). As I started writing each mini-post, I kept adding more info to each. Sorry to overwhelm you with so many different ideas and stories as possible. I thought about saving a few of these ideas for later posts, but it felt like cheating, so I kept them all in. Hope you enjoyed the ride!
Until next time,
Dan
Also, all comments are welcome, even the dirty truth.