Do Wimps Whimper?
02/12/2003
Whose Line Is It, Anyway?
Was absolutely fabulous. My only complaint is that I couldn’t really make out what they were saying sometimes with the accent. But I gotta say the British accent has to be the sexiest in the world.
I’ll tell you about the difference between the American version and the British version when I can put my finger on it. I know there are differences, but right now, I can’t really say for certain what it is. Maybe more swearing. Maybe more self-deprecating. Maybe less Drew Carey. Maybe more responsive to the audience. Yeah. I think that’s it. They actually refer to and respond to the audience. Maybe it’s that? Seemed like more. It was fun, nonetheless.
The biggest downside, in my opinion, was having it in Bar None. Or any bar at all. Why a bar? It’s horribly smokey, the soft drinks cost an arm and a leg, and everyone’s too pissed to give any good suggestions. It was free seating. And being late and all, we were lucky to get seats. We actually had to stand around for some, and a really nice waitress got us seats in front of this couple.
The couple is another story on its own. I saw the seats in front of them (it was at the same table) and asked if we could take them. The balding dude said, well these seats are for VIPs only. I stopped myself from saying “Is that right, baldy?” to just a lameass “Oh really, how so?”. And he showed me this dumbass VIP Pass. And his date promptly told me that if we went to a waiter they’d get us a seat.
Ok ok. I know it’s lame to bash someone behind their backs in a blog, instead of in their faces at the morgue – umm, bar, but I can’t resist. What’s the point of having a blog if I can’t take potshots? Yes, yes, totally cowardly. Had I the balls, I would’ve told them to bugger off and shut the hell up and just parked my ass on the seats. But instead, I retreated like a browbeaten soldier, and waited for some seats to clear. About 5 minutes later, a kindly waitress got us the seats we asked for.
Had I the balls, I’d be a bull.
I don’t thrive in situations where there are no rules set, where there are few boundaries, and where I’ve to muster some social skill and weasel or demand my way to something I want. That’s why I don’t like bars and whine so much.
Barriers to switching
So my friend Andy, who laughs at me all the time and reads this blog sometimes, very generously gave me a code to join his blog service, LiveJournal. So being the trooper I am, I gamely accepted his offer to try it. And here I am now, using the devil I know. I bet LiveJournal’s cool. I’ll just try it again when I don’t have to wake up early the next day. It is a competitive advantage, you know. Porters 5 Forces and stuff like that – is so true. It’s preventing me from using a competing service.
Life after The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King
Since the first installment of the LOTR trilogy, I was hooked. For 3 years now, I’ve looked forward to the movie, and then the DVD some 10-odd months later. The final installment will play on 19 Dec. After I catch it, it will be another hard wait for another 10-odd months for the DVD to come out (it takes even longer if you get the extended version). And then it’ll be nada. No blockbuster to look forward to anymore. The Star Wars Prequels don’t count. Life won’t be the same again.
The next Kazaa!
From the people who brought you Kazaa comes the next greatest thing! Skype is free P2P telephony! So make free phone calls all over the world! I haven’t tried it. But when I do, I’ll let you know what I think.
