Wednesday, October 28, 2009

october twenty-eighth

Current events time: Look, I'm just going to state the abundantly obvious. The pilots on that Northwest Airlines flight that overshot Minneapolis by 150 miles were asleep. They. Were. Asleep. Period. And here's the thing: everyone knows it. What I don't understand is why they don't just come out and say "you know what, yes, we conked out, we screwed up, and we'll take our medicine for it". Sure, they'd look like assholes, but at least they'd be honest assholes. Hey, it happens. It shouldn't, but it does. No one died. People would call for their resignation or termination, which would (did) happen, and there would be (are) a bunch of talking heads making the rounds on the morning news shows decrying the current system the airline has in place and babbling about new regulations and this and that, and before long people would (and still will) forget about the incident entirely.

The thing that bothers me the most is that they can't just own up to it. Look, I've been distracted by my computer before. Lord knows, there are times where I get sucked into it and lose track of time. It happens to all of us. But, if my cell phone rings, I snap out of it. If someone is like "hey Matt, get to work", I snap out of it.

For these guys to insult the collective intelligence of an entire nation of people that know better and tell us that for an hour and a half they were so sucked in to the "new scheduling program" on their laptops (they weren't even looking at hilarious Youtube videos or pictures of LOLcats!) that they didn't notice the frantic, numerous calls from multiple control towers and the fact that they flew over a hundred miles past their destination city is absurd.

Dudes: own it. Just own it. I know it sucks to look like a chump but I'm telling you: you look like much bigger ones right now.

Friday, October 23, 2009

october twenty-third

So, Myspace is totally dead. Don't get me wrong: this is not really news to me, per se. The total defection of like, everyone on the planet to Facebook (and a lesser extent, Twitter) is obvious enough. Still, I wasn't really quite aware of how severely dead that site was... that is, until I logged into my page the other day for the first time in awhile. I couldn't believe what a ghost town it has turned into.

For band and music applications, Myspace is still great, far superior to Facebook. But for "social networking"? Forget it. My inbox was stuffed with junk invites, friend requests from shitty bands, and other nonsense. The bulletins, of which there used to be literally hundreds a day, were a scant few. The last time someone posted a comment to my page was in April. Half the people I was connected with have vanished. I never really thought I'd see the day where Myspace became the equivalent of what Friendster turned into, but man, did it ever happen. We'll probably be saying the same thing about Facebook and Twitter a few years from now as well.

That said, as tempting as it is to kill my Myspace page for the less-clutter, more bang of other social networking sites, I might as well keep it up. I mean, what the hell. It's not like checking it every couple of months is a big strain. Plus, believe it or not there are still a few friends of mine who remain Myspace loyalists who haven't defected to Facebook yet, and Rupert Murdoch's bad decision remains my only means of keeping in communication with them, however scant.