Lawsuit Bait

All right, don’t rip my head off for thinking this, but isn’t there something ethically wrong with the whole Superman/Clark Kent thing?

Specifically, Clark Kents job as a reporter.

I mean, let’s see if I’ve got this right.

You’ve got a guy, he works for a news reporting service, he’s a journalist, he’s supposed to provide news reporting from an impartial, unbiased point of view.

But when something comes up and he goes to report on events as they unfold, if things don’t go the way he likes he takes action to change things to his satisfaction as he sees it.. and then reports on the new situation without making any mention that, hey, you know, shit might have happened differently if the REPORTER didn’t become part of the story.

Am I the only one who ever wondered about that? I mean, how do you objectively report about how you saved the world?

“And then Superman, his manly muscles gleaming in the early morning Sun, swooped below the falling airliner and grasped the airframe in his large hands, and holding the entire thing together by an act of near godlike will, he carried it and it’s grateful passengers to safety. Many of whom would have thrown their panties at his feet, had he but asked.”

You mean, YOU did that. Right? You’re reporting on what you just did. And that’s okay?

And what about all those exclusive interviews he had with.. himself? I am sure he asked himself some very, very tough questions. I bet he really put himself on the spot.

Like just what he did with all those robots in the Fortress of Solotiude, anyway. You had robot duplicates of Lois lane and Lana Lang? Wasn’t that a bit invasive? How did you make sure they were… correct? X-Ray vision?

Did you ask consent first?

In other digressions worthy of a lawsuit…

Does anyone else remember the Shazam!/Isis Power Hour show from the late 1970s?

The premise of the Shazam! part of the show was the kid, Billy Batson, was driven from town to town by his mentor, in a Winnibago. They’d go to a new town, the kid would wander into trouble, and then turn into a super-powered adult to smash the bad guys.

Now, putting aside the whole ‘Winnibago super-hero’ thing for a minute, which all by itself is comedy gold, let’s look at this concept in a modern day world.

Pretend, just for a minute, that the whole “adult and young boy traveling from town to town in a van’ thing is done scrupulously clean and wholesome. Let’s just pretend. We’re bigger than that.

If this were to be on the air today, how could this not take a dark trip into “trolling for child pornographer” territory?

It’s a perfect setup for a plotline where a young boy is sent out as bait to entice child rapists and pornographers, only to have him transform into a super-strong, invulnerable godlike being who then tears them all apart with his bare hands, can fly to catch them when they run, and use the wisdom of Solomon to outwit their attempts to escape his wrath.

I’m just saying, was I just too young to get what other people were thinking about the show, grasp the subtext or connotations of the chickenhawk, or were we really that freaking naive back then? 

If this show came on the airwaves today, all I’m saying is, there better be some serious bloodshed, some wrath of the gods brought down on the unjust.

I can’t imagine it ever being green lit in modern time, because talk about touching a nerve.

Don’t we ALL wish our children could turn into invulnerable super-heroes to save themselves from the very real evil that hunts them out there?

Every time I see the news, the children going missing, the bodies being found, the people with child pornography on their computers, I know I wish MY son was an invulnerable super-strong being, because the real world is fucking terrifying to a parent.

And yet, I see that movie Kick Ass on the screen, and they almost went there, but not quite. So maybe it is something that could make TV. Or be in Kick Ass 2.

Sigh. Oh, for the good old days where a ward was just a ward.

It Takes a Keen Eye

Alex was running around gathering pots in the Dalaran Sewers, and he noticed a spot of instruction going on.

There was this rat… and he seemed to be teaching a class, with four little turtles eagerly listening to every squeak.

I wonder… is he preparing his pupils for the coming of Pet Battles?

Are these turtles of teenage years busy honing their ninja skills?

ouch!

Sorry, stuck my finger. I have to go pull this Splinter out… be back soon!

Things That Make You Go FACEPALM!

I just… I just… what the fuck, over?

Just, what the fuck?

I’m sitting at my desk here, right now, plowing through all sorts of customer related incidents and scheduling and repair coordination and parts ordering.

I’m feeling like a champion because I beat down our billing system from four pages down to less than one page of outstanding orders to invoice. I’m bringing home the bacon.

While I’m sitting my butt down behind a desk, I have my fleet of service techs out there right now, busily representing us to the customers, performing the repairs, installing the parts, doing inspections.

From out of nowhere, I get a call from one of our most remote service techs. Or perhaps I should, one of our more far out techs.

I’ve got this guy out being a hero for a customer. Customer had a busted system, big old honking $250,000 machinery installation, and they had all sorts of studs (multi-level threaded structural bolts) that had sheared off from side load force.

Customer had tried some other service provider, and they quoted 6 weeks to replace, ordered the parts, and then when the parts came in, they were the wrong parts. Customer was looking at waiting ANOTHER 6 weeks for the right parts to come in, and turned to me.

“Help me, Big Bear Butt, you’re my only hope! I can’t be down ANOTHER SIX WEEKS!”

I understand. I’m here for you.

Well, your biggest problem is, you didn’t come to me first. But that’s okay, I can help. I’ll send a guy up today, pull one of those studs out, I’ll draw it up in CAD and have a machine shop match the hardness, fabricate you a new set, we’ll get it heat treated and back to you installed in less than two weeks.

Customer swoons. Sales are made. BIG money. Happiness descends across the land, and another competitor falls before the might of the Bear.

Or so I thought.

I’ve got my guy there RIGHT NOW, installing the newly machined studs, and he gives me a call.

All I want to hear from him is, “Mission accomplished, and I’m on my way to my next scheduled assignment.”

What I hear instead, is “Hey, the customer wants to know what our safety policy is concerning running my lift while it’s still on the trailer.”

…..

“What did you say? I know what all those words mean individually, but placed together the way you said them, they make no sense to me.”

“The customer wants to know what OUR safety policy is concerning me running my man lift while it’s still on the trailer.”

…..

“So wait. Let me… just, okay. So, you’re saying… you used the man lift while it was still on the trailer.”

“Yes, I backed the trailer under the equipment and then got in and used the lift while it was still on it.”

“On IT. The trailer. While the lift was still ON the TRAILER.”

“Yes.”

…..

“So you’re saying… the lift. The man lift. The lift that takes you 26′ into the sky to fix shit… this lift was still on the two-wheeled little trailer you use to haul it around behind your truck. It was on the trailer when you used it.”

I can’t believe I’m asking this. The words, they come out of my mouth, but they can’t be right. I must not understand.

“Yes, the customer wants to know what our safety policy is concerning that.”

….

….

“You know, I’m going to have to get back to you on that. I just slapped my palm so hard across my face I just knocked a few of my own teeth out, and I need to go clean up the blood and find them. I’ll call you back.”

For those of you out there wondering, “What’s the big deal?”, let me explain something.

If you are a contractor, you carry insurance. You have safety policies. You have procedures.

One of the procedures is, you follow the safety policies of the customer when you are on the customer’s work site, unless your own policies are STRICTER.

If a customer requires personnel to wear safety goggles, steel toe boots, a rigging harness and fall arrestor strap, high visibility yellow mesh vests, a hard hat with special stickers denoting training completed, ear plugs AND ear muffs and a feather sticking out of your ass, YOU WEAR THEM.

You follow the customers rules, ALWAYS when on their property, unless your own rules are MORE stringent, not less.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go have lunch, and a fifth of tequila, and contemplate our being banned from a customer because one of my geniuses decides to back the truck right the fuck on up and then use a 26′ man lift because he was too fucking lazy to back it off the lift first.

Oh, and HAPPY FRIDAY!!!!

Someone Struck a Nerve

Do you read The Daily Blink?

They have had a cool redesigned website for a while, one that allows you to visibly comment on their comics.

Normally, the number of comments left on a per-comic basis is scarce. Are scarce? Is scarce. Hrm.

A few, a trickle, a drib or drab. The comics are awesome and stand alone great without needing folks gushing over their salutiferous brilliance.

The comic for July 27th? That one sparked some serious debate.

Go check ’em out and read the discussion.

Rarely have I seen such a blatant attempt at spin control.

You see it other times, sure, but check out how many commenters try to assert the following in their statements;

1) The comic is funny, and most of your statements nail people good, haw haw, yes, well done.

2) There is a problem with just one example, this one right here, it was perhaps not accurate,  or it overstated the case, but otherwise well done.

3) People who feel the way that one example depicts are really the ones who are right, you know, not you. You just don’t understand.

4) *I* of course am above all this. *I* am not butthurt. I don’t really care, no, not me, just performing a community service, pointing out a little factual inaccuracy there.

I don’t know that this deserved a post all it’s own, but I woke up this morning, checked my webcomic list, and something struck me as hilarious about a webcomic lampooning the attitudes of forum posters, itself driving a state of outrage from the forum posters and feeding the conversation, such as it is.

The cream of wheat example seemed to really hit the nail for some. You gotta love it.

Isn’t that a sign of success? When you aim for mocking people that display a behavior, and get that kind of a rise out of ’em?

Uh oh. Does this mean The daily Blink are trolls? What next, a webcomic that you have to click through to open, revealing Chris Metzen rickrolling us?

Okay, I’d laugh at that one too.

What is that Orc Smokin’?

After my favorite orc Warchief updated his blog, I was wondering what that orc was smokin’… and then his most recent update cleared that right up for me.

I mentioned before the incredible, brilliant post by Warchief Garrosh, as he related his encounters with a certain Nymph… and they don’t end quite as you might have expected.

But really, he has gone far beyond that with a troika of pure awesome that I might just print out and bind up as a little amateur booklet so I can pull it out every now and then to re-read and howl my fool head off.

Yes, there are other posts in this series, but these three, together, might just have enough concentrated awesome to propel manned interplanetary craft out of our gravity well.

If you haven’t read these before, OH MY GOD, and enjoy!

The journey into awesome begins. (*)

Garrosh ponders a WTF moment.

Garrosh digs derper. I mean deeper.

The Warchief is a hands-on kind of orc. (*)

The Warchief confirms my private opinions of the Druids of DEHTA. (*)

The aftermath, or, Now I know who Garrosh reminds me of: Mark from Empire Records.

The Warchiefs Command Board is always an interesting look at what the hell Garrosh is planning, especially in light of certain prognosticated rumblings about the future of Horde/Alliance relations and some kind of calamity fast approaching Theramore Island.

In my opinion, these posts rise above simple brilliance and reach the realm of pure awesome.

Is it wrong of me to want to see more of this particular style of blog post from the Warchief? Would more be like eating too much sugar in one sitting?

And after reading this, can any one of us really want to hunt him down and kill him? I know if Garrosh ever does get too naughty in Theramore, I’d prefer seeing him forced to serve a decade of community service… with Mylune as his guidance counselor. :)

* I said troika, then linked five posts. There are a couple opther posts which fill out the story, and I did link them in sequence, but I’ve put stars next to the three that are pure, unadulterated awesome. You can thank me later.

The Cub Report – Riding a Dragon is Cool. Who knew?

Did you play World of Warcraft during the Wrath of the Lich King expansion?

Did you run Northrend heroic instances at the appropriate level?

Did you… were you one of the few, those few, that band of misfits that would stay in the instance when The Oculus appeared on LFD?

Do you remember those halcyon days of our LFD youth, when any instance was fair game except the Oculus, and you knew that you had a nice wait in store for you as people zoned in, saw which one it was, let loose with a psychic shriek of horror and dropped group like a Fire Salamander was dropped down their shorts?

I remember those days.

I remember when Blizzard did what was then almost unheard of, and added extra super special bribes in the form of extra Emblems for those who stuck out that hellish dragon-infested flailfest.

Can I admit to enjoying tanking it? Has enough time passed yet to say I liked it, and only dreaded the random groups of, well, idiots? Idiots that expected to brute force their way through instead of performing surgical dragonstrikes on the right target at the correct time?

Glory of the Hero has brought us back to The Oculus, in search of achievements.

The first time Alex got his hands on the reins of a Red Drake, I thought he was going to plotz with excitement.

Let me break something down for you.

Insanely high item levels of gear + drakes from old instances that scale with gear = let’s get it on dragonriders of the purple sage style.

The three of us were able to gun down Eregos using all Red Drakes easy as… easy as a thing that is almost as easy as breaking a yolk when you drop an egg. Almost.

The next day, flush with our success, we mounted all Bronze Drakes and stormed the heights, only to find that Eregos may hate being hit by bronze Drakes and their damage multipliers and stop times, but his whelps are most unimpressed.

Interestingly enough, plotz also adequately describes the sound our bodies made as they suddenly stopped plummeting from the skies after being swarmed, SWARMED by little blue freaking whelps.

Red Drakes do splash damage. I plumb forgot there WERE whelps on that fight. The first day with Red Drakes, they didn’t live long enough to show up.

Getting a “no Red Drake” achieve took the three of us using two Bronze and me on an Emerald. Which, frankly, was a lot of fun. I healed someone else! Whee!

Driving tanks and shooting cannons in Ulduar is great fun, but allow me to pass on a bit of feedback from Alex;

Riding Dragons is awesome when you feel as if you’re actually RIDING A POWERFUL DRAGON AND KILLING ALL THE THINGS WHEE!

Your dragon mount should not feel squishier than a Holy Priest in a Death Knight Mosh Pit during the half-price sale on spiked leather, Wednesdays only at Mosh Mart.

Having overpowered drakes means your dragonfighting experience against all the Blue Dragons in the middle feels… well, fun.

Flame breath all the things!

Gonna get back in there, gonna have me some fun. Gonna have me some fun.

Flame some!