Foot Massage

Posted 2009.07.17 21.59 in Aquaria, Photography by Stephanie

Here we see Speed Racer enjoying the pure undenyable pleasure of getting a foot bubble massage, courtesy of an airstone.

Foot Massage

If you look closely, you can see the ecstasy on his face.

Feeling Old

Posted 2009.07.17 16.29 in Pointless Blather, Work by Stephanie

In a recent post, I briefly went back in time to 1988. It was only for a moment or two, and was kind of interesting remembering what things were like then. Today however, things went the other way and I briefly felt kinda old… and I don’t wanna feel old! I’m not even 40 yet dangit!

What happened was, I had a problem at work where a supplier hadn’t followed my purchase order exactly. It wasn’t a huge problem, but I was annoyed as it was the second time they’ve made this mistake, and since I knew they made the mistake before, this time I noted the special instructions in two different places. Yet they still managed to ignore them.

Anyhow so we had things sorted out, they were going to fix the problem on Monday, and all would be well. But then they call me back with an excuse – it’s still getting fixed and all that, but they wanted to give me an excuse as to why the mistake happened. First, excuses are usually irrelevant, and second, the matter had already been satisfactorily resolved, we’d already moved on, so it was doubly irrelevant. Then the kicker was, their excuse itself – it made exactly the kind of sense that is… not.

And I’m like, “What? Really? Of all my suppliers, nobody else uses the terminology like that.” “Oh yes, that’s how we do it here”, they answer. I’m still perplexed. “You know, I’ve been in this industry for 20 years, and this is the first time I’ve ever heard someone say that’s how they define this term.”

Oh… and then it hits.  I’ve been in this industry for 20 years. OMFG. That’s what old people say. “I’ve been in this industry for XX years (you young whippersnapper)!” And worse – it’s been more than 20 years, I was just rounding down.

Ok in my defence, I technically started working in the industry part-time when I was 14.

Still – I’ve been working for more years than I haven’t worked. I’ve got stories that begin with “Well when I started, if we wanted to XXXXX we had to YYYYY”. Geeze – there’s software applications I’ve written out there which are old enough to drink! In fact, old enough to be getting ready for college graduation!

Bah – I’ll have to find time this weekend to get myself a shawl and a cane, and maybe a cut crystal bowl I can fill with dust and hard candy.

WTF is Broken Gold?

Posted 2009.07.17 10.32 in Music/Movies/TV, Pointless Blather by Stephanie

Lately there seem to be a lot of ads on TV for places offering to pay you money if you send them your broken gold. Broken gold? WTF is broken gold? Is it worth less per ounce if it’s broken? I don’t think so. These guys are just going to melt it down anyways, so what the heck?

I think they are preying on ignorance and desperation, and I think it puts a bad taste in my mouth.

This probably goes in the ‘impossible never happen’ files, but I’d like to see honesty in advertising. Yeah I know they can’t outright lie, but they certainly can manipulate. Perhaps that is the whole point of advertising? Manipulation?

Hi there, I’m On TV, and I’ll pay you pennies on the dollar for your damaged jewelery because it’s old or damaged. In these difficult economic times, I know that people are desperate and waving a little cash around on your TV screen helps to dull your judgement and senses. So, send me those dusty old heirlooms your great grandmother carried all the way from the old country, send me that silly sentimental jewellery your spouce gave you, and I’ll melt it down and sell it for US$937 per ounce!

Yeah that’s what your old dusty broken gold is worth at the time of this writing: US$937 per ounce. You can find the price at the time of this reading, by following this link:

The difficult economic times won’t last forever. Don’t let the vultures manipulate you into thinking you’ll get rich by giving them irreplacable jewellery. Maybe I’m too sentimental, but really – if you have to sell something to get some short-term relief, get rid of the mass-produced consumer objects. Sell the TV or the car if you can, take public transit and use the library. Your great grandmother will thank you.