As you might imagine, I don’t watch it. Really, I only watched a few minutes, and only to confirm in my overheated brain the concept is really what it is.
I feel like I’m going out on a limb, but this is a show named “blackish” because it’s about a group of people who are black, but look kind of like white people … like Obama. I didn’t make this up. I’m just saying it out loud.
As a courtesy to you, I’m sending you this copy of a letter I recently sent to Sesame Street:
“While we understand the snuffleupagus character was probably intended to cast an inspiring educational light on our magnificent species, and continue to encourage the industry to make more movies with manatees in them, we feel offended by endless stereotyping of manatees as stupid or comparing us to the much different and less intelligent snuffleupagus. Continue reading “MANATEES SUE SESAME STREET”
It has come to our attention you’re considering naming your band “Manatee Revolution,” which we manatees find offensive, and vow to do things to stop. Manatees are tired of being objectified and having our charm and looks used commercially without our consent.
Reality is like silly putty, meldable and tolerant, like a children’s story that never grows old. And though every moment we interact within a society-bubble, the human magic carpet ride is a personal experience. If you don’t like it … you can show us how to make it better!
We have two realities: the one happening right now, the current and present … and the reality of our memory, an assemblage of events colored by time; shelved, prioritized and recreated at the speed of real time in the wisp of a thought.
Which is odd, because I still have listings for sale on the platform. I no longer believe Amazon is a good place for any small- or medium-sized company to use for retail sales (backend seller accounts).
It all started recently, when my awareness and perspective improved over time. I’ve been an Amazon seller for a dozen years, always assuming it was the “place to be,” just because there’s lots of eyeballs on the site. But I never sold much. I thought, as anyone might, it was my fault.
The “merger of media” is a good thing. It’s happening all around us, and makes us clench our collective fists every day, while also giving us a new way to talk about why we’re clenching them.
It’s a good thing! For example, an actress, after the Oscars, stripped off her expensive designer dress and dove right into the swimming pool … on Instagram!
Did I say that out loud?
Well, it did happen, and it was included in the news report about the Oscars! It wouldn’t have happened when I grew up. We didn’t have little hand-sized super computers that we could use to video us taking off our clothes and hopefully getting it on the news. It was impossible back then. You would have had to have someone accidentally find your video tape, then, clearly violating your intentions, nefariously distribute it, themselves, by hand (sort of), over the newly-developing Internet, as some stars like Paris Hilton Continue reading “Say It Out Loud! The Merger of Media is a Good Thing!”
Just the rivets used to construct the “Titanic” weighed over 1000 tons. The steel plates they held to her hull became brittle in the cold, 400 miles south of Newfoundland, where the unsinkable ship sank. She was roughly as far north as Maine. Her captain knew about the iceberg field ahead, yet continued on course, never seeing the future nor being able to imagine what the sea felt like far ahead.
The boat eventually landed on the ocean bottom, two and a half miles underwater, where water pressure is over 6,500 pounds per square inch, in two pieces said to be 2000-feet apart, 1200 miles from her intended destination, New York. We know a lot of the math. Titanic’s maiden voyage was her only voyage. The huge boat’s steel hull was too weak, while she was thought by many to be overbuilt.
With engines reversed full astern, Titanic was tested capable of stopping in about three minutes.
If you think the President of the United States has a lot of money and you should be worried about it; you should be worried about Google.
The history of the universe is relatively new. Dr. Evil is real. You will never find his lair, but you’ll hear stories …
Remember when the Internet was “new,” and big publishers like the “New York Times” were so stupid they didn’t get on the bandwagon, scratching their heads while going out of business as if Google had cast a magic spell upon world commerce? You remember, it was like, a couple years ago.
The stupidity, in hindsight, was massive; newspapers didn’t think the Internet was important and didn’t have websites for years, while us early-adopters got excited about any poor implementation of the new electonic universe, laughing that “People” magazine doesn’t understand. But us smart ones were still scratching our heads too, wondering how Google was “doing it.” Now, instead of having figured out how Google does it, we just forgot the question, buried by emotional short-lived POTUS bashing.