Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Static and Noise: Sticks On Ice, Please

What's In A Name? Whoever named the Daily Beast should be drug out into the street and shot. What a horrible name for an otherwise useful site. I've noticed a trend of modern companies picking particularly asinine names for their companies. Long gone are the days of General Motors or U.S. Steel or Atlantic Monthly; the oddest name you might see would be strange abbreviations, odd derivations from actual products, or ethnic last names, much like Alcoa and Pepsi. Now we get companies like Survey Monkey who try to operate as a standard business despite the fact that it sounds like you're signing up for a child's birthday party instead of answering important market research questions. Even Yahoo! and Google are kinda stupid, if you ask me. But I guess that's the sort of think companies laugh at while dragging their huge sacks of cash to the bank.

Bettman Ready: Now that the Steelers are becoming more and more unlikely to be a playoff team this year (although, oddly, still a wild card contender), the fact that the NHL hasn't come to an agreement has been making me more and more sadface every day. I'm relatively neutral on the players/owners spat; the fact that a majority of the teams are losing money means something has to be done, and yet I can't shake the feeling that the books are probably cooked on many of those teams. Still, there's probably more benefit, long-term and financially, by moving teams out of the South (Nice try, I guess, but it's just not working) and transferring them to more profitable cities (I'm looking at you, Seattle, Hamilton, and possibly Indianapolis). Still, carving out somewhat successful teams from hockey-bored markets (such as Anaheim or Tampa Bay) isn't impossible. Anyway, it's getting much, much closer to the point of no return for professional hockey, so hopefully a decent agreement can happen soon.

And Not A Drop To Drink:We had a minor crisis here in the C2R household: namely, our city water supplier tested the water and found out it was poison. OK, not really, but their tests showed that the pH levels were dangerously high. They had to shut off the water to the entire city--restaurants included--and so for about twelve hours my hometown couldn't shower, wash dishes, or poop. Turns out that it was unlikely that any of the tainted water actually got through the pipes, but the act of shutting off the water treatment plant meant that bacteria might be in the water, so a boil warning was issued. Thankfully, we were prepared in case Hurricane Sandy somehow reached inland so we had plenty of jugs of water. It's strange 1) how granted we take our utilities for, and 2) how our water company clearly doesn't have a proper backup plan.

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