Visionworks Rules

When I got glasses a couple years ago I went to Pearle Vision and Lenscrafters. I ended up buying glasses at Visionworks. They were much cheaper for the exact same product.

One of the lenses fell out recently. I went to a local Lenscrafters to see what was the matter. After fooling around for a few minutes, she told me that it was unrepairable and I would need a complete new set of lenses made.

Today I happened to be near the Visionworks where I bought my first pair. They fixed it in 30 seconds. While they were at it, they adjusted my backup pair to fit me better. This is the third time they have done a repair for free.

Visionworks rules!

P.S. I bought my first pair off the internet. The price was right, but I couldn’t get the exact frames I wanted. It turns out I’m really picky about the frames, only Brooks Brothers will do. I wouldn’t have thought that about myself.

Links o’ Interest

A hilarious Superbowl ad that wasn’t aired.

Scale

Pepsi covers My Generation. Not half bad.

Giraffe fight. Never seen one of those.

Sarcasm

Tough Guy Challenge: Shaming triatheletes

7-year old hopped up on dental drugs. And the animated version. “Is this real life?”

Google finds some weird searches alright

Differently abled crowd surfing

This magazine speaks to a vast untapped market

Proper motivation


“I’ll be waiting outside”

Obama’s kind of a jerk.

Obama is tired of your motherfucking shit! MP3s of Obama saying nasty stuff.

Favorite moments of Chaha (the human guided search engine)

Seven people who never gave up. But should have.

The progress bar

Great H-O-R-S-E plays

How do you get kicked off a “My Little Pony” forum?

Texas teacher suspended for being a liberal atheist

A strange alchohol warning

How many days can you be held without charges (worldwide)?

Cool math fight

A very telling contrast: Bush and Obama signing women’s issues bills

The Hardest job in Football (TV Production)

The bad guys step it up a notch: Fake parking tickets lead to fake website lead to real malware.

The bug in the car

The bug wasn’t in the car, it was in the service manual. My car tells you how much oil life is left. When it gets down to 15%, a message is activated. This message displays every time the car is on and stays on until you tell it to stop. It is very annoying. That’s the point.

Today I got the oil changed. It didn’t turn off. I took out the service manual and read how to reset it. It said to get the screen that displayed the oil life, hold down that button for 10 seconds, then follow the prompt to reset. I did it. Nothing happened. I did it again. Same thing. I turned the car off and on. I turned the car off and turned the electrics on. I pressed some different buttons. No change.

I came home and got out my error code scanner so I could reset the error codes. It said there were no errors.

I sat looking at the display for a while. Annoyed. I decided to experiment some more. What if instead of holding down the button on the screen that talks about the oil life, I do it on the screen that has the error code? Yep, that was it.

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Here’s another pet peeve. In every other industry they are putting service instructions online. Want to know how to assemble your pre-made furniture? Want to know how your computer works? Want to know why your lawnmower is making that funny noise? Just head to the internet, it’s all there.

Want to know how the lights on your car work? Good luck. Pay $20-$60 for a hard printed version from Ebay. Why don’t the OEMs make the information free? Why shouldn’t I be able to go to Acura’s website and see everything in every manual for all the cars they’ve every produced. C’mon! They don’t make much money from manuals. There’s no reason to keep their customers ignorant about their products they bought. It’s ridiculous!

The Night Sky

One of the sad parts about living in the endless sprawl of Atlanta is the light pollution. I am a low-grade astronomy buff, but you just can’t see very much here.

Our children know Polaris, the Big Dipper, Venus, and Orion’s belt. That’s about it. We miss part of the richness of existence when we aren’t connected with the heavens. This old story made me sad exactly because it’s so easy to believe.

In his book “Nightwatch,” the well-known Canadian astronomer Terrence Dickinson comments that in the aftermath of the predawn 1994 Northridge, California earthquake, electrical power was knocked out over a wide area. Tens of thousands of people in southern California rushed out of their homes looked up and perhaps for the first time in their lives saw a dark, starry sky. In the days and weeks that followed, radio stations and observatories in the Los Angeles area received countless numbers of phone calls from concerned people who wondered whether the sudden brightening of the stars and the appearance of an eerie silvery cloud (the Milky Way) might have caused the quake.

“Such reaction,” notes Dickinson, “can come only from people who have never seen the night sky away from city lights.”

Superbowl Halftime Show: Bruce Springsteen

I’m not a huge Bruce Springsteen fan. He’s overrated. I want to like him more. I like his story, I like his attitude, I like his subject matter, hell I like him. He’s a charismatic likable guy. But I just don’t like most of his music. Once you get past the best four songs or so there’s a whole lot of blech.

Nevertheless, he a good performer. I saw him live once, and even freezing my buns off from a seat directly behind him and not liking the songs I liked the show. Last years Tom Petty show featured better songs but this was a much better show. Even with each song was worse than the last it was still good entertainment. 10th Avenue Freezeout is a great tune, Born to Run is good, Dreaming (or whatever it’s called) is ok, and Glory Days is wretched. I wish the ref really had given them a penalty and shut the whole song down mid-chord.

My biggest beef with Springsteen live is the guitars. How many guitars do you need? Seriously. Bruce, Steve, Nils, Patti, that’s four. There was a blond girl and another guy – at one point I counted six guitars. It’s ridiculous. It’s even sadder because you can’t hear any of them. Sometimes you hear one, but there’s no way to make out more than that. And that’s on the records, never mind the live mix. What is that point of all those guitars!?

I am always more impressed by the logistics than the music these days. To get at entire working rock act up and running in 5-10 minutes, complete with a light show and fans and TV cameras and everything else is simply incredible.

And for no reason, one of my favorite songs from way back. Funny stuff from Rick Springfield.

Vegas baby, Vegas.

I’m turning 40 next month. To mark this blessed/cursed occasion, I have chosen to celebrate/mourn in Las Vegas.

If you’re reading this the odds are good that you are also right around that age, or fellow gambling addicts, or just generally fun enough that I want you along.

We’re going March 6 – March 8th. There’s somewhere between 4 and 6 of us right now. If you’re interested, drop me a line, I’d love to have you.

Vegas.