The Solution: Kindred Health Care

I just had an incredible idea: a solution to the health care crisis.

People who believe in a “universal health care option,” where every citizen must pay to support everyone who needs it (even for services you personally may never need), often cite that it’s morally the right thing to do. The question is simply gathering up enough money to pay for it from everyone.

So I propose a “kindred health care plan” instead. If a person or family cannot afford their health care, the government will determine who the next nearest relative is to that person or family and, if they can afford it, the government will order that family to pay for their relative’s health care services.

Simple and effective, right? C’mon, they’re family! Your own kin? Shouldn’t providing for your own blood be morally the right thing to do? And it doesn’t cost the government or anyone else a thing… unless they put you in jail for being so stingy, ya uncaring deadbeat!

“Kindred Health Care: It’s All Relative.”

Tiger Woods: “I’m Evil and Must Be Destroyed.”

Yeah, I’m paraphrasing, but isn’t this what the media wanted to hear?

So what he lined up a legion of tanned, golden-haired lookalikes that would make Hugh Hefner jealous to meet him at various locations on tour. He can STILL beat anyone at a round of golf, and that’s even following a car accident and multiple assaults by his spouse.

Let the name of Tiger Woods be stricken from every book and magazine. Stricken from every pylon and obelisk of the PGA Tour. Let the name of Tiger Woods be unheard and unspoken, erased from the memory of man, for all time. Amen.

Is X102.9 a Planet Killer? By the Numbers…

You know those secret “Arbitron ratings” that you have to pay for to learn which radio station is actually more popular yet are vague enough that every station claims to be the best at something? You can thank Jacksonville.com for this dirt:

… in January, the release of Arbitron’s fall 2009 ratings vindicated the change. Planet Radio got back to nearly where it started 2009, rising from a 2.5 share to 4.1, but in the meantime, X102 rose from 5.6 in the summer to 5.8.

While it’s true that WPLA Planet Radio has certainly improved from the unchanging playlist you could set your clocks by, neither radio station can seem to go twenty minutes without playing a Red Hot Chili Peppers song. Note to program managers: WTF? Enough with the “Scar Tissue” and “Californication,” for pity’s sake!

Y2K + 10 and Counting…

I watched the sun rise on a beach in Florida ten years ago today. It was supposed to be the end of an all-night party, but I actually left, got some sleep, and when I came back the next morning, no one else had lasted the night or managed to make it back.

A lot can happen in ten years. Since that morning, I…

  • Joined an international film review organization,
  • Proposed, got married, then later divorced,
  • Changed careers from tech support to ecommerce web design,
  • Crossed into short film making and video editing, and
  • Started writing short stories and novels from years of compiled ideas.

Of course, ten years ago we thought that computers were going to crash, missiles would launch on their own, and the planet would awake to chaos. None of that happened exactly, but cell phones got smaller and televisions got bigger (and thinner.)

What’s next? Here’s to the next ten years!

To Those with a Lonely New Year’s Eve to Look Forward to…

Right now somewhere else, there’s a person who isn’t going out tonight, isn’t going to be with friends, and doesn’t have a family to speak of. This same someone may have had a hard year, tough going, and may not be sure how they’ll make it tomorrow or the next day. Their holiday plans include going to bed early or staring at four blank walls while the television plays on mute.

To all those poor unfortunate souls, all I can say is… WHAT the FRACK?! Get off your @$$ and go someplace! There’s gatherings everywhere… hang out with strangers! Make some noise! Watch some fireworks! Connect with a fellow human being! Rich, poor, employed, homeless… it doesn’t matter. Someone will hand you a beer, let you stand in the park looking up, or sing that bloody song with them that no one remembers all the words to.

And you can thank me later. NEXT!

Goodbye, Gramma K

I have a very good memory about things I’ve seen or experienced; I can replay events in my head vividly, which comes in handy reviewing films. I can distinctly recollect many events from when I lived in Cottageville, West Virginia before I was old enough for grade school: being carried in someone’s arms from the back room to the living room, when I first got up the courage to walk to the end of the road, riding a “big wheel” down the hill behind our house, and when the baby sitter ran out to me when I fell off the elementary school “slicky slide.”

What I cannot recollect was being taken out by my Gramma K to run whatever errands she had to do in spite of her repeated insistence that she provided my “education in manners” during my formative years. “You were such a well-behaved baby… once I got a hold of you,” she’d say. Perhaps the unsubstantiated rumors that one or more of my parents were slipping booze into my bottle as an infant (you know, as a sleeping aid) had something to do with that.

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Just the Fax, Ma’am

This Dilbert strip (remember him?) reminded me of a bothersome trend I’ve been seeing at my day job. Seriously, is there any excuse for intentionally wanting to use a fax machine to do anything these days?

The first occasion was for a restaurant looking to spur sales online by creating a website to receive orders. What a great idea… until the owner asked if we could have the state-of-the-art website direct the orders to a fax instead of to email. Apparently the computer is in a dungeon-like back office room and he didn’t want to have to go to the back to check for orders. My question was, why don’t you bring the computer up front to where your business is going on? Turn it on, load up Firefox, link your email to an extension with an alarm and POOF! Instant computerized order alerts.

This was followed soon after by a supply company that wanted to assess the costs of adding products for them. They needed the fax number so that they could send us sixty-three pages of catalog entries… wasting ink, paper, money (if it isn’t their fax machine) and who knows how much time when we tell them how many thousands of dollars it’s gonna cost. Why thousands? Because they will then want us to retype those catalog entries into the computer individually.

To put this in perspective, imagine someone insisting that you must fill a gasoline tanker truck by dipping individual cupfuls of fuel from a barrel with a shot glass and pouring it in rather than use a pump hose. The only consolation? Charging $100 an hour to do it for them.

I may be able to retire if I ever finish.

Suffering from Reader’s Block

I used to be a rabid reader. Not like some of my friends, but up until I got out of the Navy, I used to read quite a bit. Then I started going to movies regularly and began reviewing. On occasion, I would run into the dilemma of comparing a film with the book, which isn’t something I wanted to do. Comparing a film to its inspirations (book, television, comic) nearly always results in a skewed experience because changes will happen.

I also write a lot and plot out stories. In the Navy, I started carrying a notebook to jot down ideas, and one notebook turned into many (I have a cabinet drawer full, in fact.) Recently I have also gotten the itch to take those notes and ideas and start shaping them, trying to find the story or setting in the idea or thought. A few have actually started demanding my time to get them on paper, and the results have been interesting.

Sadly, I now find myself with a terrible problem: I can’t read anymore. Not to say I have amnesia or am illiterate, it’s just that I have started three different books in the last year and can’t seem to get more than a few pages in before becoming hopelessly lost. Why? Because the moment I start imagining the story an author is presenting to me, I immediately shift over to one of my own unfinished stories and start mentally scripting.

Perhaps the only cure may be to get as many rough drafts down on paper as possible while I’m so inclined (before I shift to another project.) My question is, has anyone else every experienced this phenomenon?

Creative Puns for Educated Minds

1. The roundest knight at King Arthur’s round table was Sir Cumference. He acquired his size from too much pi.

2. I thought I saw an eye doctor on an Alaskan island, but it turned out to be an optical Aleutian.

3. She was only a whiskey maker, but he loved her still.

4. A rubber band pistol was confiscated from algebra class because it was a weapon of math disruption.

5. The butcher backed into the meat grinder and got a little behind in his work.

6. No matter how much you push the envelope, it’ll still be stationary.

7. A dog gave birth to puppies near the road and was cited for littering.

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Veterans Day 2009

It has recently occurred to me that, since being out of the military, I’ve never once had a Veterans Day off that I can recall. Sure, I meet some other local vets at Golden Corral the Monday before or after (is it me or does the free buffet taste better than the pay-for version?) but I usually have to work that day (and I’m thankful that I’m able to, too.)

Anyway, if you love being able to pursue your passion, better your circumstance, or just sit on your can and watch television, thank a vet… that’s why you still even HAVE a choice.