Horoscope

TAURUS (April 20-May 20): You should make Feral Cheryl your role model. She’s the anti-Barbie–a pierced, dreadlocked, tattooed doll. She owns no stiletto heels, designer handbags, or cheerleader outfits. Her only accessory is a stash of homegrown herbs. A student of spiritual anarchy, she’s a free-thinking activist who rejects all “isms.” Be like Feral Cheryl, Taurus. APRIL FOOL! I’d never try to talk you into regarding a 13-inch-tall plastic doll as your role model, no matter how cool she might be. But I do suggest you adopt some version of Feral Cheryl’s motto: “Love simply, live amply, run wild.”

Today is a good day to… be bald!

Today has been a day of happiness.

I have turned around the problem with work, and am paying attention to it with much diligence, so that it will not become a problem again. They have made the statistic in question transparent to us, so that we may monitor it directly, and that makes me happy. Easy access to monitoring my own statistics lets me put faith in the system in a way that wouldn’t exist if it were solely in the hands of the supervisors and managers.

Myst 3: Exile came in, and I picked it up. It’s a little strange playing it on the PS2, but whoo boy! It’s not quite a full 3d environment yet. Instead of the still images with embedded quicktime video, it is a series of quicktime VR “images” that allow full 360-degree viewing, that shift as you move much like the images did in the first two Myst games. Holy cheese, the detail is amazing!

I am bald again, thanks to the best barber shop in Lansing. :)

I ate fast food on the way into work, and I can definitely tell that my body has gotten used to not having to deal with that crap. Note for future reference.

Go go gadget auctions!

Ahh, support jobs.

So, after I had gotten into a good mood, I had a review at my job.

Not so good, this review.

Now that it’s had some time to sift, there’s some contradictory information that’s been handed to me, that I intend to follow up on until I get some plain, straightforward answers. I don’t think it’ll be quite as bad as pulling teeth.

There is some good that has come of this. Certain aspects of my life and my motivation have seriously gelled, and in a way that would not likely have come to pass without the double-thwack that I received yesterday.

Oddly enough, they moved me to a bigger desk. My only real response has to be… more Transformers!

Work is work, and I am going to fix the problem. There’s no need for me to be performing poorly in any way whatsoever, and that is within my ability to change. So, I’m changing it.

Plan B is in full effect, y0. Tested, verified, and confirmed. It is the new hotness, thanks to . Tonight and tomorrow will consist of a frenzy of eBay and writing. Flurry, maybe. Frenzied flurry. Of fiction and fantasy. And, uh, eBay. Crapple.

I am SUCH an ass.

Quickest way to feel a little less bad about being a jerk – stumble upon someone who is FAR more annoying than you. Dear gods, his valley girl voice is getting through my noise-canceling headphones! Volume UP!

I even frustrate myself sometimes with how the method in which I wake up can shadow my whole day. Thanks to working second shift, I usually go to bed around 3 or 3:30 in the morning, and wake up between 11 and noon. This is pretty much my natural sleep schedule. Phone was vibrating from 8 AM to 10 AM, when I finally acknowledged that yes, someone called, and no, I didn’t want to listen to the voice mail right now. This completely negated any good I did by going to bed early last night (around 1:30), and put me in the mindset of just wanting to sleep. Then, from 10:30 to 10:45, I was woken up three times by the dog whining and yipping out the window at someone or something that he really wanted to go and meet. He has no concept of whining softly. NONE. So, there was yelling at the dog (and the associated guilt) and then rolling over and going back to sleep. And then he went crazy again, because was back from her trip to hang out with . I decided that it was time to get up.

And then I destroyed her good mood. She had bought me shirts. In the hazy frustration, anger, and petulant irritation, my mind tried to tell me that she was trying to dress me. I knew, and know, that this is not the case. She bought three shirts, all of which I like. The reality of the situation is that she’s paid attention to what I like well enough to shop for me, which is something that she likes to do, and I do not. And she accidentally bought them all one size too small. Instead of taking that as a compliment (She thinks I’m thinner than I am! Cool!), I let the mind weasels have some air time (I am going to look terrible in those, unless I walk around all day sucking in my gut).

I showered. I took my pills. I brushed my teeth. My mood slightly improved. She started cleaning the living room, and I packed up and wrapped an auction item. And then the passive-aggressive bile that lives in a bad place in me spewed forth with reckless abandon. Instead of thanking her for doing some cleaning, I shared my opinion that you could never really fully clean a house that old. I tried shutting my yapper and took the trash out. I couldn’t keep it closed for long, because she was cleaning the bookshelves now. We found the extra copies of my novel from the last signing (it’s a good thing that there are only two), and I was switching music for her. Then, my OCD ridiculousness about books being stacked on top of books on shelves, and CDs doing the same thing twinged me, and I did not keep my mouth shut. And then I bitched that she kept buying stuff, when we are trying to get rid of extra stuff.

That was the end of her patience. Really, it should have cut me off long before then. I realized that I was being passive-aggressive, and I came here, to Gone Wired.

Yeah, I screwed up. I was mean. I undermined all of the positive stuff that she was trying to accomplish. I was the person that I can’t stand in others. This is not an apology. I’ll do that in person. This is a warning to myself, primarily, that I need to keep fighting against being that guy.

Cheese and crackers.

This is worthwhile watching material:

I am fat. I have been my whole life. You’d be surprised how many women dig a comfortable guy. ;)

Do not forget – this Saturday, 7PM, our house, is holding a Pampered Chef party. Contact her for more details.

I really, really need to catch up on my email replies. I think I’ll do some of that tonight, between packing things up for ebay, cooking, and catching the Daily Show.

I’m really hoping that Plan B isn’t needed, and so I’ve emailed GameTap about the discrepancy between their advertised graphics card requirements on the Myst Online site and the video cards listed on their main GameTap site. Even if it turns out that I can just play Myst Online on the laptop, and not have access to the rest of the GameTap content, I’d be fine with that. Otherwise, they’re in some deep shit for this kind of bait-and-switch.

I am accomplishing much, and feeling much better for it. I have to let myself acknowledge my accomplishments without minimizing them, no matter how trivial they may seem. I am getting things done.

Horoscope

TAURUS (April 20-May 20): It has been too long since you visited the Middle of Nowhere. You’ve been a fixture in the heart of a well-defined Somewhere for quite some time. But now, Taurus, you need the enriching confusion of the Cosmic HUH?! it’s prime time for you to wander out into the fertile chaos of the WHAT THE HELL!? zone. Have fun! Don’t forget to writhe! Now please repeat and repeat and repeat after me, slowly building from a smirking giggle to a cackling belly-laugh: WHERE AM I AND HOW DID I GET HERE?!

Obsessed with the tech.

I finally have a reason, a desire, to acquire newer technology than that which I can easily find used. It needs to be a wee bit better than the super-cheap, eco- and conscience-friendly methods that I have employed in the past. It doesn’t need to be new, but that wouldn’t hurt.

GameTap does not work with a VIA UniChrome video card, even when it’s cranked up to its max shared memory.

So, I must move on to Plan B. Never fear, dear readers, Plan B is also of the nifty.

I have begun to write down my daily accomplishments, however small, in order to acknowledge them as such. Like many who commented in my last post, I do thrive on a sense of accomplishment. I have worked around using lists, checking them off early, questioning the value of each check, etc. So, instead, I’m making the reverse list. Not what needs to get done, but what has gotten done. I need to recognize that I AM doing things, even if they’re small, to have the confidence to accomplish greater things. Another thing that my father (and mother) used to tell me was that I could do anything. Damn right. I can.

My wife loves me very much. And though some of you don’t see it in ways that you might expect to, I have proof. I got a can of this today, and it was DELICIOUS.

The Faded Color of Empty Words, from

This was yoinked from who got it from who got it from a fark.com discussion. The comment thread in his journal is a really interesting read. I dig what this guy is saying, and I’m wondering what you think, especially those of you with backgrounds in advertising and marketing. So, without further ado…

Advertising isn’t working like it did a few years ago. You’ve noticed this, right?

Most advertisers are convinced that technology is to blame.

TV advertisers will tell you that TiVo and her sister Digital Video Recorders are blocking their television ads. But according to a recent report released by Leichtman Research Group, only 12 percent of American households own a DVR.

But TV ad results are down far more than 12 percent.

Radio advertisers will tell you that everyone is listening to iPods and satellite radio. But in truth, most of radio’s loss has been in the 12to 17 year-old age group. These pre-adults are now spending only 51quarter-hours per week listening to commercial radio, down from a zenith of 65 quarter-hours per week during the pre-Internet 80s and early 90s. The rest of us are listening about as much as we ever did.We wake up to radio alarm clocks and listen at work and in our cars.Overall, the audience for commercial radio has declined only about 4percent over the past 3 years.

But Radio ad results are down far more than 4 percent.

Online news aggregators gather worldwide news for us and deliver it instantly to our desktops. Traditional Newspaper subscriptions are at an all-time low and so are Newspaper ad results. But the results are declining faster than subscriptions.

Yes, technology is to blame. But not in the way that you think.

I’m paid according to how much my clients grow, remember? So I don’t really care what the problem is. My job is to find it and fix it.

Here’s what I’ve discovered, tested and proved:

1: Internet surfing has trained us to disregard empty words.
2: Relevance has become more important than repetition.

Bottom line: Meaningful messages are working better than ever, especially when the fundamental premise of your ad is clearly stated in the opening line. Ads full of unsupported claims and overworked “image-building”phrases are being rejected before they ever enter the brain. So say what matters. Say it tight, say it true.

The audience is still there. What’s gone is their willingness to pay attention to drivel.

You spend about a minute each day going though the mail delivered by the Post Office, right? Before Yahoo and Google came along, those 6 minutes each week constituted your total weekly exercise in the high-speed evaluation of content. But now you’re spending more than a quarter-hour per day scanning search engine results and web pages for relevant,meaningful, salient information. These daily quarter-hours are teaching you – and your customers – to more quickly recognize and disregard word-fluff and other irrelevant information. We’re learning to filter out hyperbole and empty phrases.

Is this beginning to make sense to you?

To make your advertising work like it should, you’re going to have to:

1. Talk about things your customer actually cares about.
2. Write your ads in a style that rings true.
3. Avoid heroic chest thumping. “We are the number one…” is now considered gauche and passé.
4. Close the loopholes in your ads. Offer evidence to support what you say.
5. Be specific. Details are more believable than generalities.
6. Deliver a real message. Substance is more important than style.

Creativity and repetition can no longer cover up the fact that an advertiser has nothing to say. You’ve got to have a message that matters.

Do you?

Roy H. Williams