Amazon offering pretty sweet HD DVD deal

Amazon is currently offering a deal where if you select one of three offered HD DVD players, you will receive 10 free HD DVDs. The three players offered, all on sale, range in price from $225 – $360. The catch is that you 1) automatically receive 300 and The Bourne Ultimatum with your purchase (that’s not much of a catch to me); 2) you then select three HD DVDs from a list offered by Amazon; and 3) you have to send a mail-in rebate for the other five DVDs you choose, from Amazon’s list. Oh yeah, and the list only has 24 choices.

Even still, this isn’t too bad of a deal. Of course, there’s also the debate as to whether HD DVD or BluRay will win the battle to become the next video player in America. Since there has been a ridiculous amount of debate already (and because I’m too busy at the moment), I won’t get into the specifics. I must say that I, however, will be waiting on the sidelines to see who wins before I go out and purchase a new DVD player. I don’t want to be like one of those poor souls stuck with a Betamax.

Picture of the day: 99 stuffed octopi hanging on a Christmas tree/99 big stuffed octopi/you take one down and fry it up for lunch/98 stuffed octopi hanging on a Christmas tree

octopi-tree.jpg Here’s an image of a Christmas tree with 99 stuffed octopi (the plural of octopus dummy) gracing its many branches. Why octopi, you ask? Well, it appears that a crazy grandma out there liked the pattern so much that she wanted to duplicate it en masse. Why 99, you ask? Well, apparently this crazy grandma has 99 GRANDCHILDREN!!

WTF, I ask? I mean, 99 grandchildren? Either your family is 1) possessed of the most super sperm ever, 2) Catholics who have taken the Bible’s reading of sex too seriously (procreate! procreate! yaaay, procreate!), or 3) you are suffering from a significant delusional disorder where you multiply everything by 9 (or 11…or 3 I guess. Damn multiples.).

I can’t even begin to imagine what family gatherings are like. And what about when these 99 grandchildren get married and their guest list automatically goes up by 500 people because of their RIDICULOUSLY LARGE, GARGANTUAN SIZED FAMILY. Poor things.

At least the octopi are cute.

[Thanks, Boing Boing!]

Annie Leonard’s “The story of stuff”

My friend Brad just shared with me the link to an amazing 20-minute video by activist Annie Leonard on our country’s obsession with consumerism, offering the entire story of a materials economy rather than just the oh-so-happy image we often get from corporations. Leonard looks at every step in the process of a product, from extraction to production, distribution, consumption and disposal. She squeezes a ton of facts into a short space of time while presenting her information into a visually appealing and often humorous package.

The part of her video I found the most provocative was her discussion of planned and perceived obsolescence. Planned obsolescence is the conscious effort on the part of manufacturers to design products which have as short a life span as possible without removing public trust in the product and/or company. As a personal example, my first iPod died on me after about 20 months of ownership. I have some friends whose iPods died even quicker. However, all of us remained fans of the product and bought new ones when our older ones died. We had surpassed the point in time when we would have lost trust. Unfortunately, I’m not an economist and so most of the complex equations that could explain how companies reach this specific time frame are beyond me, but I’m sure there is a detailed explanation somewhere. It probably is something like the explanation of how car companies determine if a car should be recalled in Fight Club, which goes a little something like this:

Take the number of vehicles in the field, A.

Multiply it by the probable rate of failure, B.

Multiply the result by the average out-of-court settlement, C.

A x B x C equals X.

If X is less than the cost of a recall, we don't do one.

Moving on, we come to the even more despicable (in my opinion at least) perceived obsolescence. Here, we are being told by the media that even if our products have not run their corporation-shortened life spans, we should still dispose of them because they are not “in” anymore. I see this most obviously in the fashion industry, where women are constantly bombarded with the latest looks and trends. And god forbid if women do not adapt to the newest trend, whether it is skinny jeans, choppy bangs, clunky heels or metallic belts. If she falls even one season behind, said woman is doomed to a life of loneliness, for surely no man would marry a fashionably unfit woman. And if that’s the case, I might as well start buying cats, because they’re going to be my only friends for the next 50 years.

I tend to get exceptionally riled up about American consumerism around this time of year, especially with the number of companies trying to sell luxury products to the average American (who can almost never afford these purchases). And unfortunately, many Americans do succumb to these companies because either the advertising makes the (most likely unessential) product seem as necessary as food, water, shelter and air; OR, these poor consumers (typically men) are harassed to the point of insanity by their significant others (typically women) about how the best way to convey love is through diamonds (or Lexuses). The first thought that comes to mind when I think of both these situations is those stupid Jared’s commercials, which contain a number of annoying women bitching to their men, “He went to Jared’s.” Now, I blogged about this last year and received some feedback about how bitter I was. Well, I was bitter then and I’m even more bitter now. American consumerism drives me batty.

To bring this post full circle, the point of Leonard’s video is to educate and inspire you to do something about America’s problems with consumption. Yes, I know you hear it all the time, but get used to it folks, because I am predicting right now that Going Green will be the hottest issue of 2008. She offers to her top ten list of things you can do here. Most important in my opinion is one of her simplest suggestions: educate yourself and educate others.

You can start by watching the video.

GMail gets a facelift to reveal its inner beauty…or something like that

You may have noticed some changes to your GMail lately. First was the introduction of “Group Chat” functionality, allowing you and several of your coworkers to bitch about your boss to each other via the Internet instead of the water cooler. Then came the new emoticons, which I generally dislike as they are cheesy and just plain ugly in my opinion (with the exception of the monkey…try him out –> “:(|)” … he’s my favorite). Finally, there has been the added option of color-coding emails, which I have yet to try out, but am excited to see how quickly I turn my inbox into a virtual pile of Rainbow Brite vomit.

Today, GMail has outdone themselves, ending months of patient waiting by AIM nerds everywhere, as now your AIM buddies can be incorporated into your GChat friends. Please, stop your thunderous applause friends. I know you’re excited. I, too, have been anxiously awaiting the moment when my two friends who still use AIM in any capacity can be reached through my Gmail.

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In case you’re wondering how to get your little AIM buddy list appearing, simply go to your Settings tab and click on the Chat settings. There should be an option now to set up your AIM list.

And yes, in case you were keeping score, Google is still planning to take over the world.

[Thanks, Mashable!]

Ninjas are cool, and by cool I mean totally sweet…and now they have a holiday too!

I’ve been a fan of kung fu movies for the last decade, so naturally I love ninjas. A few years ago my dear friend Matt introduced me to one of the best websites ever made, Real Ultimate Power. It was here that I learned many of the long-hidden secrets of ninjas, never before revealed to the public. For example, I learned that ninjas:

1. are mammals;

2. they fight ALL the time; and

3. their main purpose is to flip out and kill people.

With my new knowledge of ninjas, I gained a much deeper appreciation for them and their struggles to survive in a world that was so uncool. But as my love of ninjas grew, I realized that I was trapped in a paradox. I loved ninjas, but I also loved their mortal enemy, pirates. Pirates drink rum and make bawdy jokes, pastimes I greatly enjoy. What was a girl like me to do, trapped between two worlds?

 

For a long time, only pirates were recognized with a national holiday, Talk Like a Pirate Day, September 19. This day is filled with pirate talk (Avast!), pirate dress (where’d my eye patch go?), pirate names (Cap’n Lea Bellamy the Bloody Stubble, at your service) and pirate grub (did someone say rum cake?). I have enjoyed celebrating this holiday now for several years, getting my family, friends and coworkers involved.

 

But alas, there was no holiday for my friends the ninjas. Until now, that is! Behold, my friends, a new day has dawned. Mark you calendars for this Wednesday, the most important holiday of the year that falls between Thanksgiving and Christmas. I’m so excited I might pass out.

 

If procrastination is a disease, then I think I’m dying

What is my problem? Why must I wait until the last minute to get things done? It’s like I need to feel the flames under my ass to get moving. So frustrating!

The problem is that things always do end up getting done, and they almost always turn out well. I’m sure there have been times when if I had started a week earlier, the end result would have been stronger, but I have turned beating the deadline with the least possible amount of time left into an art form.

I’m actually a lot better as a graduate student than I was as an undergrad. At Elon, I would sometimes find myself printing out a paper five minutes before class started. I don’t think that has happened in grad school. In fact, I’ve finished at least one paper more than a full day before it was due. Quite an accomplishment, I know.

Now that the end of the semester is looming, I am finding myself in the same predicament as I have been in so many times before. The problem isn’t so much the schoolwork. I have two papers to write in the next two weeks, and I’ve already done the majority of research. The problem is that I’m not just a student. I have two jobs, I TA, and, worst of all, I’m currently applying to six PhD programs, which require tons of paperwork, essays, recommendations, and more. And I certainly can’t half-ass my PhD applications: I’m financially invested in this process. There’s the transcript fees, the GRE fees and the application fees. These programs may bankrupt me before I begin!

It’s quite overwhelming really. But as much as I’d love to just say f*ck it and watch some more repeats of Ninja Warrior, my stupid brain won’t let me. I’ll get it done, even if I go crazy — well, crazier — in the process.

Ok, that’s enough of a self-pity festival. Time to get my butt back to work!

(However, if you’d like to volunteer to write some papers for me, you know how to reach me. I can pay in cookies.)

Stop the kitty insanity!

Most people find it very strange, but I have never really liked pets. As my childhood friends would often tell me, I must have lived under a rock, because I had never been to the zoo, or the circus, or had a pet. I’m convinced that it is for this very reason that I have never warmed to animals (that and being chased by ridiculously large dogs twice during my youth).

Regardless of this fact, I can understand the happiness pets bring people. What I don’t understand is people who become obsessed with their pets. For example, dressing up your pets in silly costumes for your entertainment. Your pets are not there solely to make you laugh! If you consider your pet a part of the family, treat them with the same respect you would treat family members (of course, parents also tend to do this to their children, so I guess people just have no shame in general). Look at these poor animals. Did they ask for this to be done to them?

As if this debacle isn’t enough, there’s now a podcast (yes, I said podcast) devoted solely to the soft, soothing sounds of cats purring. Had a bad day? Why don’t you sit back, put your feet up, close your eyes and enjoy “Fatty” purring in your ears for half an hour. This is just people weirdness gone too far. TOO FAR I SAY! TOO FAR!

Brits make most brilliant move since…well, ever

The Westminster City Council, which has decided that 10,000 gallons of piss on its city’s streets each year is just one gallon too many, has set up a most ingenious text-messaging service. Simply text the word “toilet” and you’ll get a response with the location of the nearest public loo.

This is simply brilliant if you ask me. My one question though: do you really need to have a national organization devoted to toilets?

Oh you crazy Brits, I do love you.