Just a few items festering in the nether regions of my disassembled mind, dear diary.
Did you ever wonder what we're actually doing with the advanced access we have in app world? We connect instantly, but so far no blogs have fed anyone in Sudan. Nobody is moving the app world to where it is needed. North America can communicate in the time it takes to tap two thumbs, but to what end? We're doing more of nothing ... very quickly.
Don't you miss those precious moments of the U.S. presidential campaign when the candidates were out begging for votes? Me neither.
I must say I did enjoy those lighthearted minutes when Ann and Mitt Romney were attempting to appeal to the working people of America with references to their hard scrabble days as newlyweds in a university setting, trying to eke out a living.
Ya gotta admit it was amusing. Ann talking about using the ironing board as a table to put their tuna and pasta on. That's tough living? Tuna and pasta? That's luxury food for 85 per cent of the population. Where they heck did they get an ironing board? If you're living in poverty Ann, you're not equipped with ironing boards because you have no iron! The poverty table is a cardboard box rescued from a dumpster.
Mitt was so poor, he probably had to drive one of the lower lines of the cars that his dad's factory made ... maybe one with a stick shift instead of automatic. I don't know. What did struggling multi-millionaires drive in the 1970s?
We can't blame Mitt for trying to identify with the common man. But he had already given his game away during the Republican leadership race when he challenged Rick Perry to a $10,000 bet. He was so sure his challenger was wrong on a certain topic of debate. Hey man, regular guys bet $10, not $10,000. Maybe he didn't know that.
Nope, the Romneys didn't do so well trying to play the downtrodden card.
Speaking of downtrodden, just once I'd like to be offered a premium check-in service at a hotel or airline counter or car rental agency. It would be nice to get a VIP pass to a big event, or have access to some sort of first-class service somewhere. OK, I admit on occasion a press credential has enabled me to squeeze into some places that the great unwashed don't get access to ... but I've never been able to play a "premium, platinum, preferential" card to get into a place where I didn't have to immediately go to work. And I don't think my 12 travel points are going to get me much past Macoun or Noonan.
NHL lockout update.
Financial guru Kevin O'Leary came up with a grand scheme. He's the guy who is always saying "what's in it for me?" Well, he figures the owners should extend the lockout for the rest of this season, and next season too. That would effectively break the players' union. We could then supposedly see what is left of the NHL and a return to the good old days when Gordie Howe got $14,000 for the season and worked at another job in the summer. In this new NHL order, the players would accept CFL-level wages for a season, with the stars making $150,000 and the grinders plying their trade for $40,000. The owners who were still there, would rake in the billions as before. That would last until another WHA type of situation emerged, or one of them cheated on the unwritten collusion law of lousy pay in an effort to lure Sidney away from Pittsburgh for an extra ten grand. Then the circus would be back in town.
At least it made for an interesting discussion. I am rapidly losing interest in the NHL and the NHLPA. These are the guys who do have the aforementioned premium, gold, platinum, preferential club memberships, but they all want more while the rest of us try to scare up some gas money.
