Let’s face it, kids are annoying. They’re loud, demand to be fed three times a day and for some reason it’s illegal to make them get a job.
This country’s children are coddled far too often as well. That’s why we’re glad to hear one kindergarten teacher is fighting back.
What kind of delinquent would charge $250 worth of pay-per-view porn movies to a school district cable bill? It has to be an administrator, because the kids would be smart enough not get caught.
For that matter, what kind of school has the ability to have cable? I know my bumpkin town school didn’t.
So the “big-time” bloggers want to regulate blogs now because they can’t handle the negative feedback. They also want every blogger to “pledge to get a second source for any gossip or breaking news they write about.”
This idea cannot be taken seriously because, well, blogs are not serious. They are not news sources, and they are not the product of an honest day’s work. These are diaries, put into public because of our own rabid need for validation and social prominance (even on the Internet). What’s the difference between a blogger and a Fox News pundit? One wears a tie to work.
What’s even more disturbing is the implication that news organizations use blogs as breaking news sources. It’s bad enough that the majority of news reports are the same four stories transmitted via the Associated Press, but the idea that paid reporters are perusing blogspot and livejournal for hot scoops is ridiculous at best and frightening at worst.
SeriouslyGuys is taking a stand. We know what we are, and we have no delusions otherwise. However, this will be an easy fight. Tim O’Reilly and Jimmy Wales can craft up all the rules they want, but–as happens time and time again on the Web–who’s gonna enforce them?
Current mood: Indifferent -_-
Category: Web and Blogging
Currently listening: Numa Numa!
Ever get the feeling that doctors embrace New Agey medicine whenever they just can’t explain something? Like how chicken soup helps colds? Or recommending accupuncture and prayer when chemotherapy doesn’t work?
Every time a holiday comes around, the country has a mass exodus to home or some other vacation destination. All that means is everyone is treated to a long and painful trip home, regardless of the method of transportation.
One of the most common to complain about is flying. Luckily, that was my chosen way to Boston this past weekend. I flew out Saturday at noon (after oversleeping and missing a flight earlier that morning, but that is a different story). It wasn’t just any airline, it was Southwest, the Wal-Mart of airlines.
I have no problem with low ticket prices, but there are some things about Southwest Airlines that boggle my mind. For example, there are no assigned seats on the plane. They put letters on your ticket. Those with an “A” get in the “A” line and so on to “C.” From there, the lines board in alphabetical order, first come first serve. So even if you pay the same amount as the people in the first line, you may get last choice in seating. They are only now “experimenting” with assigned seating, welcome to the rest of the world, Southwest.
The people are really friendly, but to the point of being annoying. On my flight back from Boston I tried to nap, but the friendly flight attendants kept coming on the loudspeaker, making me jump every so often. Then, as we landed, one female flight attendant sand us a song about how much Southwest loves its customers. Awkward. Then she told us a joke.
“What did the snail say when he jumped on the turtle’s back? … Weeeeee!”
