The wrongest thing I’ve ever been amused by.
Archive for June, 2007
So, if you call the Century City Apple Store at 310 286-6820, which I did earlier today to see how crazy the lines were for the iPhone, and you press “1” to get their hours & directions, you get a recorded woman’s voice telling you the hours & address, where the Apple Store is in the mall, and then where the mall is in regards to L.A. The specific line that the woman is supposed to read is “located in the heart of West Los Angeles”, but it seems like she can’t read the handwriting on her phone script, because she very distinctly says “located in the heat of West Los Angeles.” And the best part is, her mis-reading has been on their recorded message for years. She doesn’t realize she made the mistake, no one ever QC’d it, it’s like a little hidden verbal typo that will last until the store goes out of business or the geography of Los Angeles changes substantially.
The missus & I danced to this song at our wedding (not as our first dance, but during the reception) – nearly 7 years ago now. Song still makes me smile, it’s great to see a live version.
So, look up any local service on Google Maps, which for me has replaced the yellow pages, and there’s a new link in small letters that just says “call”. When you click the call link, it asks for your phone number, then it calls the service & you simultaneously, so that you don’t get charged for the call and so that you don’t have to dial. I don’t get the business strategy at all, but I kinda feel that way about 80% of Google’s products. Gmail, Maps, Search & Advertising all make sense, but every other one, and there are like 50 or more, seem just kooky.
The missus & I have had a long standing disagreement around our mutual entertainment consumption preferences. She is of the opinion that “if something’s going to put negative thoughts in your head, why do you even need that?” And to a point, I agree. Like, if there’s a news article about a guy strangling his children or a bunch of kids torturing a puppy, I usually just don’t read those stories, and in fact would rather not have even seen the headlines.
But when it comes to books and movies, I can & do choose to understand, it’s all just fiction, so something like Children of Men, which is a great movie, doesn’t really trouble me all that much. It’s just a movie, and a damn good one. And sure, if it’s some bit of torture porn like Hostel or Saw, I can just skip it, largely because I’m not 14 anymore, and fake blood isn’t as entertaining as it once was. But I think I finally found the piece of legit, high brow entertainment that pushed me into the same camp as the missus.
Cormac McCarthy’s book The Road is set in the aftermath of a nuclear war, and it follows a father and his roughly six year old son, born shortly after the bombs were dropped. Nuclear winter has stripped the earth of all vegetation, and consequently of all animal life as well. A few humans have eked out a survival of sorts, scavenging tinned & canned food as they wander in small groups from city to city. Some fall to canibalism, hunting the others for food. There’s no hope from the very start of the book that the end will work out, that a paradise will be discovered where food grows, where life is possible. All you do is wait for the cancer, which has riddled the father’s lungs, to finally overtake him, and for the boy to beg his dad to “take me with you, take me with you.”
Screw you & your book club, Oprah, if I could go to the clinic from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, I’d have this book erased from my memory. So bleak & depressing. I know McCarthy wrote it to illustrate a father’s love for his child, but in the absence of any hope whatsoever, why bother?