Like most of you by now, I've seen the adorable Cheerios ad, featuring the cute bi-racial girl and her White mom and Black dad. I was tickled when I first saw the ad, because the girl looks like my mom did when she was little.
So with that said, imagine my rage when I saw tons of comments on YouTube against the ad, posted by fully grown adults, calling the ad some of the following:
1. Evil
2. Against God
3. Horrible
And don't get me started on the racial slurs the child was called.
If you've missed out on all the fun, The Daily Mail has the whole story, including the innocent way the child in question is handling it.
But this is the final straw. People, like it or not, we can't act stupid anymore. We have to face up to the fact that we have a real, not pretend, race problem in America.
Stop lying.
Stop trying to tell people like me that "it's all in my head" or "I've blown this out of proportion". No. Grow up, act your age and face the issue dead on.
Growing up, I was called many names because I'm multiracial. Here's a list of some of names I heard ~ even from my own flesh and blood:
1. Pickaninny
2. The N word
3. High Yella Bitch
4. Yellowbone (By the way, Justin Bieber uses that slur in his song "Speaking in Tongues". Look it up.)
5. Wannabe (Got this from Black and White bullies as a kid)
6. White Trash N*Gga (Got this on YouTube as well)
7. Goliwog
8. Half Breed (Usually reserved for mulattoes, I'm multi, not just half, thank you)
9. Spic (I'm not Hispanic, but I got that one from a janitor at a doctor's office at age 14)
10. You people (Still get that one)
Now most of the slurs died down around 2005. I don't really know why, but people just seemed tolerant. And this was good. By 2007 I had put all of this ugly behind me.
But less than one year into President Obama's first term, they all came back with a vengeance.
Suddenly, Facebook became overrun with images of college-age boys in Blackface, people pointing fingers at every Black or mixed-race person, blaming ALL of us for why their lives suck.
Not only was racism a "just get over it you filthy N*gg*r" type of thing, it was being encouraged. Parents now have bumper stickers on their strollers, proclaiming the "fun" of killing or deporting anybody who isn't White. Black kids are taught to holler at kids of a different color, calling White kids such offensive names as Cracker and Honky. And the parents only egg the kids on.
Why do we allow this? Why are we teaching our kids to hate, just because we have a President of another color? We weren't allowing this when we had a White guy in office, so why start now?
And please spare me the lame excuse of "Um well It's not because Obama is Black, it's um um... well Ghetto kids are really~" because I'm just going to report you.
White, Black or anything else, there is no excuse for this.
There will never be an excuse to call a child a hateful name, or to teach them hate.
No excuse to hate on an individual because of the color of their skin.
No excuse to belittle a loving couple for marrying outside of their race.
And try not to get so cozy behind that Bible, else your hands start to burn. No God would ever want you to post garbage comments on YouTube, against a 6 year old girl, because she was born bi-racial. Let's not forget the "Love Thy Neighbor" comment from the book, and I'm pretty sure one of the commandments God put forth says something against "bearing false witness against your neighbor" so posting on YouTube that the little munchkin is a "whore" is probably breaking that one, oh ye of crooked faith. I'm also sure you shouldn't use His name to post hate against anybody too. That might even be a sin.
We need to own up to the fact that we have a strong race hate problem that needs to end in this country.
And stop getting butthurt over cereal. Grow up.
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Sunday, June 2, 2013
Betty Boop and Miku Hatsune ~ How Virtual Idols capture our hearts
A CGI "Virtual Idol" from Japan, the young girl is brought to us by a software known as Vocaloid. (Miku is a Vocaloid 2 release to be exact.) The animation of her dancing is usually supplied by the freeware known as MikuMikuDance, but for her video games and many concert appearances, her animation is done by legendary video game software developer, SEGA.
Every so often, Miku is seen in a concert, sometimes joined by other characters from the Vocaloid line, and even more rare, characters from a line known as UTAU.
Fans of all ages love her, though her biggest fan-base is comprised of young men. Fans everywhere dress as her, waive their light up "Leeks" in her honor, and even dress their babies in her image.
Miku's concerts, brought to us by the endlessly cool Pepper's Ghost effect (an effect from the 1800's I might add) over a gigantic screen, are often jam-packed with happy music fans, wanting to see the computer maiden just a little bit closer.
But her fame, and the fame of other Virtual Idols like her does not surprise me. In fact, it just about seems natural to adore a Superstar of animated quality.
Just look at Betty Boop for example.
Betty Boop was the world's first virtual idol, though she wasn't created in the same sense as a Vocaloid. She was the creation of world famous animator Max Fleischer, and she was born as joke on flapper dancers.
She debuted in the cartoon "Dizzy Dishes" on August 9, 1930 as a large poodle and potential love interest for struggling cartoon star, Bimbo. (Pictured.)
Slightly chubby, very oddly drawn, not much thought was originally put into her. But audiences loved her.
Betty was voiced by many talented women, but eventually, her signature "Boop Boop A Doop" voice came courtesy of the talented Mae Questel, who also voiced Olive Oyl in the Fleischer Studios and Paramount Popeye cartoons.
Similarly, the voice bank for Miku Hatsune was provided by Saki Fujita. To this day, many music fans argue as to whether or not we are listening to Miku and Betty: the animated singers, or to just random, cut up tracks from Mae Questel and Saki Fujita respectively.
Betty Boop was a cartoon made of pen and ink, and yet people the world over loved her and continue to love her as though she were a real, living person.
Of course, no idol, virtual or human, can have a long career without scandal.
In May of 1932, a woman named Helen Kane sued Max Fleischer and Paramount, claiming that Betty was infringing on her baby doll looks, squeaky voice and even the phrase "Boop Boop A Doop". The lawsuit was later thrown out, when it became public knowledge that Helen actually stole her act from a gorgeous, Black starlet, known as Baby Esther. Max Fleischer himself also based some of Betty's mannerisms on the Cotton Club singer, and thus, Ms. Kane's lawsuit was rendered hopeless.
Miku and Betty have also been the target of criticism from various groups, demanding decency.
On July 1, 1934, a production code for cartoons and film was set into motion. Betty, then the target of hate group and self-proclaimed "decency" coalition, The Hayes Commission, set into motion a list of rules in regards to all forms of media. Betty was cartoon enemy #1 to them, and many of her cartoons were called into question. The group calling themselves the National Legion of Decency, also urged the Fleischer brothers to make Betty skinny and dress more like a housewife. This was done to make her appear "less" sexy, not more.
Even now, the biggest problem that both Miku and Betty face, deals with sexuality. Both Idols have been portrayed in many of their songs as being underage teenagers, (both at age 16) yet are still featured in songs dealing with sex, rape, loss of virginity and even songs about drugs and death. (Definitely crossing too many lines.) Many critique how the two are presented to the audience. With their large heads, large eyes, small lips and mostly "unrealistic" and immature body sizes, many feel this glorifies an unhealthy view of the adult female, in that some believe this promotes the "ideal" woman as being a baby-like tween or teen girl.
Both Idols have also appeared in just as many situations as fully grown and legal aged adults, but even there, many people poke and prod at the women, picking them apart for dressing too sexy.
For the record, I've yet to meet a cartoon character who was able to draw herself, nor a CGI model who was able to create her own fashions, so it seems rather stupid to blame a fictitious character for how she was "born". As Disney starlet Jessica Rabbit once said, "I'm not bad, I'm just drawn that way". This is by no means an excuse for the questionable songs, but in this rare instance, the phrase "get a life" springs to mind.
Still, both Idols (as adults) are still viewed as sex symbols to many fans of music and animation, and there is no scandal big enough to squash a pair of Idols with the entire world behind them. No matter how big the problem is, Betty and Miku's fans are always front and center, waiting to defend their beloved Idols from detractors everywhere. Even human musicians are hard-pressed to find the rabid loyalty these two have.
Since August 9th, 1930, Betty Boop has appeared in more than 110 cartoons, comic strips, specials, commercials and movies, and has appeared on everything from cars and toys, to apparel and home goods. Parents take their baby daughters to festivals in Betty's honor, sending their little ones into (questionable) Betty-alike contests, while young ladies snap up everything Betty Boop, to emulate their most cherished Idol. A love of Betty Boop has never been one of a passing fad, despite changing times. Instead, a love of her is life long, non-stop, and ever expanding.
On August 31, 2007, just 77 years and 22 days after Betty Boop's debut, Miku Hatsune hit the scene, with her own high-pitched voice. Just as Betty before her, people of all ages the world over love her as if she was their very own family, with people showing their respects online by calling her by the very personal "Miku-chan".
Betty Boop and Miku Hatsune right at the start of their official days as Virtual Idols, have been sold to us as the perfect celebrities. Marketed to be eternally beautiful, cute, charming, young. Never aging. Always able to change back if they've changed too much. Always perfect, and yet still very smart, strong and opinionated. Neither are afraid to fight for themselves, neither are truthfully passive, and yet both can dive deep into the most gut wrenching emotions when trouble does arise. For CGI and cartoon, no two starlets in the music world have ever appeared more human or more infallible, to countless generations worldwide.
Aside from having an image and song list based in the often "taboo" subject of sex, both Virtual Idols sing about the very same day-to-day struggles we face even now. Songs about working, overcoming poverty, and keeping the world full of pep and cheer. They sing happy songs, thrilling songs, sad songs, angry songs, and both can emulate every human need and emotion you have within you.
The cartoon and CGI girls respectively sing to the human soul, and just as many of us love our role-play avatars, our "Selfies", action figures and dolls, so too are we conditioned to love and appreciate these tiny, humanoid sensations. Some even love them as if they were their own children, others love them as a part of themselves. Like a little voice in the dark, representing a fantasy that may even be seen as a side of innocent love.
We as humans have always loved tiny, at times deformed versions of our species, whether it's in the form of dolls, drawings, statues or any other multitude of products and art. Our museums are overrun with them! We subconsciously try to protect them, nurture them. We gaze at their little movements with the same awe as a child with a music box. We are endlessly captivated and inspired by these minuscule dancers, and even dating to the days of the world's first figurine merchant, we really are not conditioned to care if someone tries to exploit this human trait of ours for money. If it means having our small idols, we have no problem forking over a little cash. We stay up at night, making our avatars, our CGI models, cartoons, dolls, figures, and as humans, we see nothing but joy from this.
Like Hello Kitty (another cartoon/anime ambassador) both often go on Goodwill tours. Miku Hatsune brings her closest Idols with her to America on occasion, to introduce new fans to her computerized music:
And yes, that really is her singing in Japanese.
Both Miku and Betty have become icons, transcending basic animation and pop music fads, and becoming part of humanity's fiber. We see them as Americana, art, a link to the past and a vision of the future. We no longer even bat an eyelash when they are shown to us as eternally young, female celebrities, nor do we poke and prod at the fashions. We see their career-minded, self assured and youthful antics as empowering. And more and more, men, women and children, have become less afraid to admit publicly that their favorite stars are not even flesh and blood.
We love all sides of them. And as humans, we will only continue to love Virtual Idols as much as we love ourselves. If we could just harness this same love for our fellow humans, who knows what we could do? But it seems that no matter what the odds are, these two have found a permanent spot in world history.
Saturday, June 1, 2013
1-800-WHA-DAFK Part 2: The Happy Kid Pics Hamster
I had so much fun researching old Kids numbers on my original 1-800-WHA-DAFK blog, that I've decided to keep it going with this lost club, from Kids Pics.
The Happy Hamster/Kid Pics Video Club
937 E Hazelwood Ave
Rahway, NJ 07065
(732) 499-0585
The Pitch: If you got a $0.50-4.00 VHS tape of Superman, Minnie Mouse or other random cartoons during the late 80's and early 90's, you could see the Happy Hamster, pushing himself onto you as your new best friend. He'd start the tape by asking you to cuddle up, "get cozy", and start enjoying "your favorite cartoons" with him.
You would then not see him again until the end of the tape, provided that you didn't touch that dial.
At the end of your tape, he'd tell you that he was just named the head of the Kids Pics club.
If you join for $10 plus $3 shipping, you will be treated to:
1. A newsletter
2. A poster that reads "The Happy Hamsters Michael Jackson's Greatest Hits"
3. A t-shirt (Sizes Small 6-8, Medium 10-12, Large 14-16)
4. An hour long tape of Mickey Mouse, Mighty Mouse, Bugs Bunny, Woody Woodpecker, Casper and other assorted cartoons.
And if you are a special member, you can also order the Happy Hamster singing Michael Jackson songs on a Vinyl Album, CD or Cassette tape.
You also have to send in your child's photo, their likes and dislikes, a mini bio and an additional 6% sales tax if you are from New Jersey. You were told this would get your kid into a future newsletter, and tell the world all about him/her.
In reality? Pedo creeps took your child's information. Many parents were disgusted when they started getting pageant requests in the mail, from sponsors that had bought the children's I.D. from Kid Pics.
Fate: Sometime in 1990, Kids Pics was rendered defunct. The address now belongs to Curiel, a company devoted to ship transportation. http://www.curielgroup.com/
Top Hat Sasquatch has a few surviving pictures here: http://tophatsasquatch.com/the-happy-hampster/ though it's not clear where the Happy Hamster is now.
UPDATE: Here's a little extra history, courtesy of Oddity Archive:
Kid Pics was a subsidiary of AmVest Video, and may have ceased production as early as 1990. There was a second record released, where the Hamster and his friends parody the Ghostbusters. The company was regarded as a bootlegging company, due to it's suspicious business practices, leaving the record tab on each tape, and hit-or-miss quality.
The Happy Hamster was almost an off-shoot Alvin and the Chipmunks character, but was altered due to a cease and desist request from the rights holders of Alvin. When the second album was released, extra tracks were added, to "prove" that these were Rahway, new Jersey Hamsters singing, NOT chipmunks.
The Happy Hamster/Kid Pics Video Club
937 E Hazelwood Ave
Rahway, NJ 07065
(732) 499-0585
The Pitch: If you got a $0.50-4.00 VHS tape of Superman, Minnie Mouse or other random cartoons during the late 80's and early 90's, you could see the Happy Hamster, pushing himself onto you as your new best friend. He'd start the tape by asking you to cuddle up, "get cozy", and start enjoying "your favorite cartoons" with him.
You would then not see him again until the end of the tape, provided that you didn't touch that dial.
At the end of your tape, he'd tell you that he was just named the head of the Kids Pics club.
If you join for $10 plus $3 shipping, you will be treated to:
1. A newsletter
2. A poster that reads "The Happy Hamsters Michael Jackson's Greatest Hits"
3. A t-shirt (Sizes Small 6-8, Medium 10-12, Large 14-16)
4. An hour long tape of Mickey Mouse, Mighty Mouse, Bugs Bunny, Woody Woodpecker, Casper and other assorted cartoons.
And if you are a special member, you can also order the Happy Hamster singing Michael Jackson songs on a Vinyl Album, CD or Cassette tape.
You also have to send in your child's photo, their likes and dislikes, a mini bio and an additional 6% sales tax if you are from New Jersey. You were told this would get your kid into a future newsletter, and tell the world all about him/her.
In reality? Pedo creeps took your child's information. Many parents were disgusted when they started getting pageant requests in the mail, from sponsors that had bought the children's I.D. from Kid Pics.
Fate: Sometime in 1990, Kids Pics was rendered defunct. The address now belongs to Curiel, a company devoted to ship transportation. http://www.curielgroup.com/
Top Hat Sasquatch has a few surviving pictures here: http://tophatsasquatch.com/the-happy-hampster/ though it's not clear where the Happy Hamster is now.
UPDATE: Here's a little extra history, courtesy of Oddity Archive:
Kid Pics was a subsidiary of AmVest Video, and may have ceased production as early as 1990. There was a second record released, where the Hamster and his friends parody the Ghostbusters. The company was regarded as a bootlegging company, due to it's suspicious business practices, leaving the record tab on each tape, and hit-or-miss quality.
The Happy Hamster was almost an off-shoot Alvin and the Chipmunks character, but was altered due to a cease and desist request from the rights holders of Alvin. When the second album was released, extra tracks were added, to "prove" that these were Rahway, new Jersey Hamsters singing, NOT chipmunks.
Thursday, May 23, 2013
May I speak to a human being in HUMAN relations please?
I am convinced businesses are being run by angry, hormonal tween girls. Why? Because only a tween girl the day she realizes Justin Bieber will never date her would act this badly.
And even then, I'd rather talk to the little girl than these people.
This is how my last few days have been lately:
I have a move coming up. I don't accept this BS.
I called on the job I drew these cartoons for yesterday. By the way, there's no magical pen and paper fairy for we cartoonists, so in case you are wondering, that's part of why I'm even bothering to get a monkey job at this point. The other of course being that I'm trying to pay for a move. There's no magic Government money available to those wanting to move out of state.
I got on the phone promptly at 8 this morning, to talk to a company I applied to two months ago. For the sake of the article, let's pretend their name is the "Quacker Ducky Group". No that's not their real name, but any group that can't be bothered to actually do their job is not worthy of a professional name.
The first number I dialed told me to dial a second number. The second number told me that I had mistakenly reached the Virginia office, and offered me a third number. The third transferred me to a fourth, who transferred me to a fifth.
Each person told me the exact same thing. "Oh noooooooooooooooooo darlin'! You don't want to talk to meeeeeee, you need to talk to THAT person, it's THEIR job to fix this mess. Not meeeee."
Caller number five sent me to a robot, who gave me HALF of an email address.
So I dialed them back right away.
*RING RING*
"WHAT? Whatdoyouwant?? Oh? You applied and nobody got back to you? GAWD okay I guess if you really want to talk to someone in HR about it, you can call this number. Someone will totally talk to you about it." (Actual conversation)
*Calls number*
Robot: Thank you for calling. Please leave a message for *CLICK dooooooooot*
This is insane. I dialed them back AGAIN.
"WHAT!??"
"May I speak to a human being in Human Relations?"
"... Didn't you just call? GAWD what is your problem??"
Oh... I get it Mr. Customer Service Representative. I'm supposed to be taking YOUR job. I see. No wonder you're being a little pissy pants today.
So I sweetly explain that the number I was sent to is run by a robot that hung up on me.
"GAWD just use the website."
"The website is broken."
"UGH fine, okay, just hold on, alright??"
I listen to what sounds to be a rendition on acoustic guitar of the "Save File in a Cave" theme from Final Fantasy three... as done by a drunk Taylor Swift and three homeless hipsters after group stubbing their toes at a busy Starbucks. A very melancholy sound.
"Hello thank yew fer calling Quacker Ducky Group, my name is Sheila, how many I help yew?" Says the nicest voice I've heard all morning.
"Hello, who may I speak to about obtaining employment?"
"Didja use the website?"
"I did. It's broken. It tells me on the front that I have no applications on file, but when I click on my name, I can read my application and each place I have applied to."
"Oh no that won't do! Okay, all of the Human Relations people? They've gone away. So what I can suggest is that you call us again at 2:30 our time, which is Eastern. M'Kay? Have a nice day now!"
So I take a nap. A sleep deprived Kori is not a very nice Kori to deal with after all of this, but as I fell asleep, I hoped that this last person gets a bonus for dealing with the ogre I did.
I later call back at the specified time.
"WHAT?? Why do you keep calling? GAWD hold on!!!"
I got sent to another robot. Who again hung up on me. This is insane.
I call back.
"WHAT??"
"Hello, may I speak to a human being in Human Relations, please?" I explain the damage thus far.
"Hold on, OKAY??"
Ah, Taylor Swift and the Homeless Hipsters ripping apart another Final Fantasy theme. See if you can guess this little diddy? ♫ DAH DAH DAH DAAAAAH DAAAAH DEE DAH DEEEEEE ♪ Now imagine that being yelled out by Florence and the Machines at the top of their lungs, m'kay? And they're sad. Really pouring their souls into it, like a hipster whining about their feelings during a breakup at Starbucks.
*CLICK* "There's nobody here. Here's an answering machine, OKAY??"
*THIS IS THE ANSWERING MACHINE FOR VNDGDRMNG DFLCKR PLEASE LEVE A MESSAGE AFTER THE TONE ~ BEEEP*
The woman for whom I was to leave a message for, has a name made entirely our of consonants. How can i even address this person?
I called one more time, and was given an email address to voice my issue.
What I got back three hours later was a Mailer-Demon:
Kori is seeing red.
Kori suddenly get why people want to buy guns.
So I called back again.
"WHAT YOU AGAIN???"
"Yes, I am calling back because the people you keep sending me to are robots. Your website is broken, your system is broken and your email address sent me back a Mailer-Demon. Now may I please speak to an actual human being about this?"
"Grr........................... Hang on."
So I am sent to another customer service rep.
"Thank you for calling Quacker Ducky Group. My name is Droopy. *cheeks flap* Please state your business."
I explain the problem.
"Fhmmmmhm... Okay ma'am. Give me oooone second."
Ah. Now the Hipsters are doing that weird chanting thing I hear at coffee shops. Ah, but in the Final Fantasy "somebody died and it's kinda sad" theme. There are some sincere SNES Final Fantasy 3 fans here.
"Okay ma'am are you still there? *cheek flap cheek flap* I think I found the right person, just hang on on hold until I get her back."
You know, you can just about hear the acoustic guitarist cutting himself on the strings while he plays.
"Hellew thank yew fer callin'. This is Bethurz for Quacker Ducky Group, how may I assist yew?"
"Hello, who may I speak to about gaining employment with your company?"
"Well yew can go onliiiine"
"Your website is broken. May I speak to a human being in Human Relations please?"
"I'm the head of Human Relatioooooons."
"Splendid!" I tell her all about the broken website, the broken email and the fact that it's taken two whole months for me NOT to be called back. I hear her type my name one....... letter........... at ......... a..... time.
"Well I see yer in the system... Are you aware that the last two jobs you applied to are in Kansas and Arizona?"
KANSAS AND ARIWHAT???
I explain that the website sais they were in the area I'm aiming for. NOT Kansas and Arizona.
"Well I dun't buleeve the website is busted."
"I choose to disagree, ma'am. I know what it said."
"Well I can see the url, and it does say the wrong place is listed, but i fail to see how that makes it broken."
What?
"I see on yer resume that yew are a website designer............ is that a real job, web maintenance?"
"Yes ma'am it is. It takes a long time to build a website so it both looks nice and works properly." I stopped myself from explaining that there is no HTML fairy that grants me templates with a song, JAVA pixies that magically weave together image-slider codes on my behalf, or graphics gnomes that make the images appear out of my ass. A real-life human being has to build those.
"Well I guess I can take yer wurd for it then, but I dunnooooooooooo. Are yew even willing to show UP for this jawb?"
"Of course I am, I'm relocating to the area, I can be as close as you need to the position. I can be there early if you want me to."
"Well unfortunately few yeeewww we just now filled up our training classes until Ju-lyyyyy. And if you're a very good girl and say yer prayers tonight, then maaaaybe, juuuust maaaaaaaybe, yew will get a cawl back next week after the Holiday, m'kaaaay? Also this is a $10.50 an hour job."
"Out of curiosity, do you do relocation?"
"Ewwww why would I do that? If yer gonna move, do it yourself!"
I asked her for a specific time in which to expect a phonecall, and was told "MAYBE" next week. Also, by sending in my cell and my home number, it makes me seem out of touch and desperate.
I thanked her for her time, sat down and screamed as loud as I could.
For once, the neighbors understood.
And even then, I'd rather talk to the little girl than these people.
This is how my last few days have been lately:
I called on the job I drew these cartoons for yesterday. By the way, there's no magical pen and paper fairy for we cartoonists, so in case you are wondering, that's part of why I'm even bothering to get a monkey job at this point. The other of course being that I'm trying to pay for a move. There's no magic Government money available to those wanting to move out of state.
I got on the phone promptly at 8 this morning, to talk to a company I applied to two months ago. For the sake of the article, let's pretend their name is the "Quacker Ducky Group". No that's not their real name, but any group that can't be bothered to actually do their job is not worthy of a professional name.
The first number I dialed told me to dial a second number. The second number told me that I had mistakenly reached the Virginia office, and offered me a third number. The third transferred me to a fourth, who transferred me to a fifth.
Each person told me the exact same thing. "Oh noooooooooooooooooo darlin'! You don't want to talk to meeeeeee, you need to talk to THAT person, it's THEIR job to fix this mess. Not meeeee."
Caller number five sent me to a robot, who gave me HALF of an email address.
So I dialed them back right away.
*RING RING*
"WHAT? Whatdoyouwant?? Oh? You applied and nobody got back to you? GAWD okay I guess if you really want to talk to someone in HR about it, you can call this number. Someone will totally talk to you about it." (Actual conversation)
*Calls number*
Robot: Thank you for calling. Please leave a message for *CLICK dooooooooot*
This is insane. I dialed them back AGAIN.
"WHAT!??"
"May I speak to a human being in Human Relations?"
"... Didn't you just call? GAWD what is your problem??"
Oh... I get it Mr. Customer Service Representative. I'm supposed to be taking YOUR job. I see. No wonder you're being a little pissy pants today.
So I sweetly explain that the number I was sent to is run by a robot that hung up on me.
"GAWD just use the website."
"The website is broken."
"UGH fine, okay, just hold on, alright??"
I listen to what sounds to be a rendition on acoustic guitar of the "Save File in a Cave" theme from Final Fantasy three... as done by a drunk Taylor Swift and three homeless hipsters after group stubbing their toes at a busy Starbucks. A very melancholy sound.
"Hello thank yew fer calling Quacker Ducky Group, my name is Sheila, how many I help yew?" Says the nicest voice I've heard all morning.
"Hello, who may I speak to about obtaining employment?"
"Didja use the website?"
"I did. It's broken. It tells me on the front that I have no applications on file, but when I click on my name, I can read my application and each place I have applied to."
"Oh no that won't do! Okay, all of the Human Relations people? They've gone away. So what I can suggest is that you call us again at 2:30 our time, which is Eastern. M'Kay? Have a nice day now!"
So I take a nap. A sleep deprived Kori is not a very nice Kori to deal with after all of this, but as I fell asleep, I hoped that this last person gets a bonus for dealing with the ogre I did.
I later call back at the specified time.
"WHAT?? Why do you keep calling? GAWD hold on!!!"
I got sent to another robot. Who again hung up on me. This is insane.
I call back.
"WHAT??"
"Hello, may I speak to a human being in Human Relations, please?" I explain the damage thus far.
"Hold on, OKAY??"
Ah, Taylor Swift and the Homeless Hipsters ripping apart another Final Fantasy theme. See if you can guess this little diddy? ♫ DAH DAH DAH DAAAAAH DAAAAH DEE DAH DEEEEEE ♪ Now imagine that being yelled out by Florence and the Machines at the top of their lungs, m'kay? And they're sad. Really pouring their souls into it, like a hipster whining about their feelings during a breakup at Starbucks.
*CLICK* "There's nobody here. Here's an answering machine, OKAY??"
*THIS IS THE ANSWERING MACHINE FOR VNDGDRMNG DFLCKR PLEASE LEVE A MESSAGE AFTER THE TONE ~ BEEEP*
The woman for whom I was to leave a message for, has a name made entirely our of consonants. How can i even address this person?
I called one more time, and was given an email address to voice my issue.
What I got back three hours later was a Mailer-Demon:
Kori is livid and speaking in third person now.
Kori is seeing red.
Kori suddenly get why people want to buy guns.
So I called back again.
"WHAT YOU AGAIN???"
"Yes, I am calling back because the people you keep sending me to are robots. Your website is broken, your system is broken and your email address sent me back a Mailer-Demon. Now may I please speak to an actual human being about this?"
"Grr........................... Hang on."
So I am sent to another customer service rep.
"Thank you for calling Quacker Ducky Group. My name is Droopy. *cheeks flap* Please state your business."
I explain the problem.
"Fhmmmmhm... Okay ma'am. Give me oooone second."
Ah. Now the Hipsters are doing that weird chanting thing I hear at coffee shops. Ah, but in the Final Fantasy "somebody died and it's kinda sad" theme. There are some sincere SNES Final Fantasy 3 fans here.
"Okay ma'am are you still there? *cheek flap cheek flap* I think I found the right person, just hang on on hold until I get her back."
You know, you can just about hear the acoustic guitarist cutting himself on the strings while he plays.
"Hellew thank yew fer callin'. This is Bethurz for Quacker Ducky Group, how may I assist yew?"
"Hello, who may I speak to about gaining employment with your company?"
"Well yew can go onliiiine"
"Your website is broken. May I speak to a human being in Human Relations please?"
"I'm the head of Human Relatioooooons."
"Splendid!" I tell her all about the broken website, the broken email and the fact that it's taken two whole months for me NOT to be called back. I hear her type my name one....... letter........... at ......... a..... time.
"Well I see yer in the system... Are you aware that the last two jobs you applied to are in Kansas and Arizona?"
KANSAS AND ARIWHAT???
I explain that the website sais they were in the area I'm aiming for. NOT Kansas and Arizona.
"Well I dun't buleeve the website is busted."
"I choose to disagree, ma'am. I know what it said."
"Well I can see the url, and it does say the wrong place is listed, but i fail to see how that makes it broken."
What?
"I see on yer resume that yew are a website designer............ is that a real job, web maintenance?"
"Yes ma'am it is. It takes a long time to build a website so it both looks nice and works properly." I stopped myself from explaining that there is no HTML fairy that grants me templates with a song, JAVA pixies that magically weave together image-slider codes on my behalf, or graphics gnomes that make the images appear out of my ass. A real-life human being has to build those.
"Well I guess I can take yer wurd for it then, but I dunnooooooooooo. Are yew even willing to show UP for this jawb?"
"Of course I am, I'm relocating to the area, I can be as close as you need to the position. I can be there early if you want me to."
"Well unfortunately few yeeewww we just now filled up our training classes until Ju-lyyyyy. And if you're a very good girl and say yer prayers tonight, then maaaaybe, juuuust maaaaaaaybe, yew will get a cawl back next week after the Holiday, m'kaaaay? Also this is a $10.50 an hour job."
"Out of curiosity, do you do relocation?"
"Ewwww why would I do that? If yer gonna move, do it yourself!"
I asked her for a specific time in which to expect a phonecall, and was told "MAYBE" next week. Also, by sending in my cell and my home number, it makes me seem out of touch and desperate.
I thanked her for her time, sat down and screamed as loud as I could.
For once, the neighbors understood.
Friday, May 10, 2013
Suicide Bating
I don't always recommend a Facebook page, but I feel it would be a disservice not to share this one.
There's a new Facebook page called Suicide Bating Prevention, and if you don't know what Suicide Bating is, let me tell you.
Suicide Bating is when someone (or a group of someones) continually harass an individual, until they become so depressed that they kill themselves.
We foolishly allow society to write this all off under the cute name of "bullying".
We ignore bullying and refuse to see it for what it is.
Bullying can be a combination of the following:
1. Physical Assault
2. Slander/Harassment/Mental Abuse
3. Stalking
4. Hacking
Yet we allow police enforcement to look the other way.
We say it's "kids being kids" and we put the blame on the victim.
We laugh at hate shrines on the internet, and call them "satire" and devote t-shirts and buttons to every website that slams random people on the internet, even laughing when a site posts a photo of a teenager, detailing a list of ways he or she can and "should" kill themselves.
We teach our children to name-call, and we glorify hateful people, by casting them as "the hero" in movies, TV shows and books. And I'm not talking about any violent pictures here, I mean shows like Sex in the City and Gossip Girl, which glorify women who spend their days judging people at random and exhibiting acts of misandry by having these characters treat men like dirt. And children's cartoons like Total Drama Island, Jem and 6Teen, which all promote intolerance, hatred of people based on differences, and in the case of Total Drama, physical bullying. And again, the characters doing the bullying, are the "good" guys.
We insist that there's something "wrong" with the victim, and we ignore their pleas for help, by spitting in his/her face, and saying they need to "just deal" with it.
When it's an adult victim? When adults bully other adults? We just say "not everyone is your friend" and then act surprised when another suicide happens.
Suicide Bating is something I'm too familiar with.
I was bullied as a child, but when I became homeschooled and then grew up, I figured that this was all water under the bridge. I figured this was part of my past now, and I didn't give bullying another thought.
Then a couple of years ago, a group of complete strangers started cyber stalking me. A hate shrine was posted about me, my inbox was flooded, my accounts were hacked and my family was harassed, all because I posted a 3 minute CGI video of Miku Hatsune in pink, dancing. For real.
I lost out on job opportunities and I didn't know a moment's peace. I seriously thought about ending it.
Then I cracked open my YouTube email, and I got a long email from a 10 year old named Susan. She was going through almost the same level of harassment I was, and needed help.
Susan wasn't alone. I nearly lost two friends to Suicide Bating that same year. All of us reported our cyber stalkers and hackers to the FBI, the police, anybody in law enforcement with an open ear.
Nobody helped.
The only reason why one of my stalkers is behind bars right now, is because he helped hack the FBI. But until they were attacked, my case was closed, and I was told that because I posted ANYTHING online ~ even in the form of a job application ~ that I "had better" understand that everything of me posted online is "permanent" and essentially by having an online presence at all, I left myself open to attacks. In short, if you post your real name online, people you have never met "have the right" to express their First Amendment rights to harass you. If you die by suicide because of it, it's your own fault for not being able to handle "the real world".
Something has to change.
I initially started a Facebook page, only to address harassment related to the freeware MikuMikuDance, which is what I used when I made my "evil" video of the girl dancing. I figured this was the root of the bullying problem for me and for the people on YouTube I was associated with. It's a small page, and I viewed it as a small step.
But soon I started adding all types of bullying articles to the page, to show people how widespread the problem is, and that most of the worst "bullying" is coming from adults ~ NOT kids. The page now has articles about many forms of bullying, even school related.
But no story cut me to the core like the story of Kathie Yount.
Her lovely son was a victim of Suicide bating.
As posted in this article, a group of people he did not know, bullied him non-stop. One day, as he stood on a ledge, not only did he have to deal with his own trauma, he looked down to see a sea of adults, cheering him on to jump. They laughed and heckled him as he lay dying.
Not a single police officer stepped in to do anything.
Not one soul has been taken into custody.
Nothing has been done.
It's time to change that.
Kathie has started her Facebook page, to warn others about Suicide Bating. If you must "Like" any page in the world today, please make it her page.
I want to see the world change.
There's a new Facebook page called Suicide Bating Prevention, and if you don't know what Suicide Bating is, let me tell you.
Suicide Bating is when someone (or a group of someones) continually harass an individual, until they become so depressed that they kill themselves.
We foolishly allow society to write this all off under the cute name of "bullying".
We ignore bullying and refuse to see it for what it is.
Bullying can be a combination of the following:
1. Physical Assault
2. Slander/Harassment/Mental Abuse
3. Stalking
4. Hacking
Yet we allow police enforcement to look the other way.
We say it's "kids being kids" and we put the blame on the victim.
We laugh at hate shrines on the internet, and call them "satire" and devote t-shirts and buttons to every website that slams random people on the internet, even laughing when a site posts a photo of a teenager, detailing a list of ways he or she can and "should" kill themselves.
We teach our children to name-call, and we glorify hateful people, by casting them as "the hero" in movies, TV shows and books. And I'm not talking about any violent pictures here, I mean shows like Sex in the City and Gossip Girl, which glorify women who spend their days judging people at random and exhibiting acts of misandry by having these characters treat men like dirt. And children's cartoons like Total Drama Island, Jem and 6Teen, which all promote intolerance, hatred of people based on differences, and in the case of Total Drama, physical bullying. And again, the characters doing the bullying, are the "good" guys.
We insist that there's something "wrong" with the victim, and we ignore their pleas for help, by spitting in his/her face, and saying they need to "just deal" with it.
When it's an adult victim? When adults bully other adults? We just say "not everyone is your friend" and then act surprised when another suicide happens.
Suicide Bating is something I'm too familiar with.
I was bullied as a child, but when I became homeschooled and then grew up, I figured that this was all water under the bridge. I figured this was part of my past now, and I didn't give bullying another thought.
Then a couple of years ago, a group of complete strangers started cyber stalking me. A hate shrine was posted about me, my inbox was flooded, my accounts were hacked and my family was harassed, all because I posted a 3 minute CGI video of Miku Hatsune in pink, dancing. For real.
I lost out on job opportunities and I didn't know a moment's peace. I seriously thought about ending it.
Then I cracked open my YouTube email, and I got a long email from a 10 year old named Susan. She was going through almost the same level of harassment I was, and needed help.
Susan wasn't alone. I nearly lost two friends to Suicide Bating that same year. All of us reported our cyber stalkers and hackers to the FBI, the police, anybody in law enforcement with an open ear.
Nobody helped.
The only reason why one of my stalkers is behind bars right now, is because he helped hack the FBI. But until they were attacked, my case was closed, and I was told that because I posted ANYTHING online ~ even in the form of a job application ~ that I "had better" understand that everything of me posted online is "permanent" and essentially by having an online presence at all, I left myself open to attacks. In short, if you post your real name online, people you have never met "have the right" to express their First Amendment rights to harass you. If you die by suicide because of it, it's your own fault for not being able to handle "the real world".
Something has to change.
I initially started a Facebook page, only to address harassment related to the freeware MikuMikuDance, which is what I used when I made my "evil" video of the girl dancing. I figured this was the root of the bullying problem for me and for the people on YouTube I was associated with. It's a small page, and I viewed it as a small step.
But soon I started adding all types of bullying articles to the page, to show people how widespread the problem is, and that most of the worst "bullying" is coming from adults ~ NOT kids. The page now has articles about many forms of bullying, even school related.
But no story cut me to the core like the story of Kathie Yount.
Her lovely son was a victim of Suicide bating.
As posted in this article, a group of people he did not know, bullied him non-stop. One day, as he stood on a ledge, not only did he have to deal with his own trauma, he looked down to see a sea of adults, cheering him on to jump. They laughed and heckled him as he lay dying.
Not a single police officer stepped in to do anything.
Not one soul has been taken into custody.
Nothing has been done.
It's time to change that.
Kathie has started her Facebook page, to warn others about Suicide Bating. If you must "Like" any page in the world today, please make it her page.
I want to see the world change.
1-800-WHA-DAFK
When I was a kid, we had a ton of Fan Clubs and character related phone numbers you could dial. Parents used to shell out $20 a call it seems, just so their kids could hear tapes of TV characters, or join a fan club that would get you no closer to your favorite actor than you are right now.
I don't really miss them.
But what happens to the numbers when the character is no longer popular? Well.... here's a few.
Wally Bear
1-800-449-2559
1-800-HI-WALLY
The number first debuted with an unauthorized NES game, titles "Wally and the No Gang". Kids playing the game would be told in every level about the dangers of drugs, and were encouraged to dial the number, and have Wally himself talk to them (via a pre-recorded message) about being straight edge.
Fate: The number stayed in service until 2008. It became the subject of an Angry video Game Nerd video, but just as Wally was having himself a comeback, the number went dormant.
Princess and the Goblin's Princess Irene Hotline
1-800-99-47363
1-800-99-IRENE
256 S. Robertson BLVD.
Beverly Hills, CA
90211
The pitch what that along with this children's VHS, you got a "magic phone card" or a form to send away for one. With the prepaid phone card, you you "for free" call movie characters Irene, Great Great Grandmother Irene or Curdie, and they would give you safety instructions and a way to call your family.
Fate: The number is now defunct, while the building is being used as the home for the BEVERLY HILLS RESEARCH CENTER for the PROALUS Penile growth system.
Their website is http://www.viarexlabs.com/proalus/contact.asp
Sailor Moon Fan Club:
1-800-378-LUNA
1-800-378-5862
Sailor Moon Fan Club
Po Box 1379
Hollywood CA 90078
For a $35 membership and way too much in shipping, you could become a "Junior Sailor Scout" and receive in the mail a clear bag (either a sack or mini backpack) containing a small, random assortment of the following:
1. A paper doll
2. A piece of paper congratulating you and droning about the environment
3. A handful of trading cards with incorrect information on them
4. A certificate
5. A cardboard tag with a badly drawn Sailor Moon on it
6. A set of stick on earrings
7. A tiny notebook
8. A ruler
9. A pen that has enough ink for maybe 3 uses
10. Pencils
11. Sticky notes
Fate:
Both the number and the P.O. Box became defunct in 1999, around the time that the three movies were released in the United States, DiC lost the bidding war for the post-R seasons and Cloverway began sending out Sailormoon S.
Mighty Morphin Power Rangers Fan Club
1-800-667-7321 (Main number from the VHS)
1-800-300-6993 (Credit Card ordering number)
P.O. Box 222
Hollywood, Ca. 90078
For $17.95 (and a few VHS slips from the Green Ranger arc) you could become a Junior Power Ranger ~ a few years ahead of Turbo's Justin, only the Pre-Bieber Brat got a Zord and super powers for his membership, while you just got a cardboard box. ($18.90 for California residents, $21.95 for Canada) Send a check or money order, no cash.
But inside that box was a random assortment of the following:
1. A "Power Lunch" sack (sometimes with a Fruit Roll-Up)
2. A 30 minute VHS tape featuring clips from the show and all six Power Rangers talking about being a part of D.A.R.E. to be drug free, junk food and their lives as Power Rangers, along with a trailer for V.R. Troopers
3. A congratulations letter, stressing that you should now live up to the high standards of MMPR living and reminding you to watch VR Troopers (I forgot how annoying they were plugging that failure of a show)
4. A certificate, proclaiming you an official Junior Ranger... because all Rangers have them, right? It has printed signatures of the cast, not really signed by them.
5. A form to share with a friend to get them to send $17.95 plus shipping
6. Ads telling you to buy more fan club stuff
7. Photos of the Power Rangers with printed signatures
8. A Power Rangers poster
9. A VR Troopers mini poster/ad
10. Iron-on Logos
11. MMPR Power Dollars to buy more stuff (Usually you'd get ONE. Only redeemable for the Fan Club.)
12. Logo Stickers
13. Logo Tattoos
14. ID Card with D.A.R.E. tips on the back (or on a second card)
15. Shoelaces
16. Window Clings
17. Morphin Times Newsletter (which could also be ordered seperately for free)
18. Mighty Morphin Power Rangers magazine (Sold by itself quarterly or as a subscription until late 1995. Was replaced with the Zeo magazine after the fan club folded, but that publication only lasted a few months.)
19. Local Fox Station ad
20. D.A.R.E. Power Rangers autographed card
For extra cash and a copy of your photo, you could also get your head Photoshopped onto a stock photo of a Power Ranger body. There were alternate boxes where you'd get the same stuff as before, but with an alternate VHS cover, and later a VHS tape of Tommy's Training, but that tape was also released in stores as a stand alone.
Fate: The P.O. Box is listed on the BBB as "MMPR Business", but it is currently being used as Twerp Creative Web Consulting: http://www.thumbtack.com/ca/los-angeles/web-developers/wed-development-graphic-design-creative-consulting
The main phone number was used by HSBC's harassing collection agency. But after a number of complaints from the FCC involving workers at the agency violating telecommunication regulations and even harassing people who had never had a credit card with said bank, the number was recently dropped.
Many of the numbers we had as kids are now being used by telemarketers and collection agencies. But more often than not, the numbers end up as adult sex lines.
I can't recommend calling them now.
I don't really miss them.
But what happens to the numbers when the character is no longer popular? Well.... here's a few.
Wally Bear
1-800-449-2559
1-800-HI-WALLY
The number first debuted with an unauthorized NES game, titles "Wally and the No Gang". Kids playing the game would be told in every level about the dangers of drugs, and were encouraged to dial the number, and have Wally himself talk to them (via a pre-recorded message) about being straight edge.
Princess and the Goblin's Princess Irene Hotline
1-800-99-47363
1-800-99-IRENE
256 S. Robertson BLVD.
Beverly Hills, CA
90211
The pitch what that along with this children's VHS, you got a "magic phone card" or a form to send away for one. With the prepaid phone card, you you "for free" call movie characters Irene, Great Great Grandmother Irene or Curdie, and they would give you safety instructions and a way to call your family.
Fate: The number is now defunct, while the building is being used as the home for the BEVERLY HILLS RESEARCH CENTER for the PROALUS Penile growth system.
Their website is http://www.viarexlabs.com/proalus/contact.asp
Sailor Moon Fan Club:
1-800-378-LUNA
1-800-378-5862
Sailor Moon Fan Club
Po Box 1379
Hollywood CA 90078
For a $35 membership and way too much in shipping, you could become a "Junior Sailor Scout" and receive in the mail a clear bag (either a sack or mini backpack) containing a small, random assortment of the following:
1. A paper doll
2. A piece of paper congratulating you and droning about the environment
3. A handful of trading cards with incorrect information on them
4. A certificate
5. A cardboard tag with a badly drawn Sailor Moon on it
6. A set of stick on earrings
7. A tiny notebook
8. A ruler
9. A pen that has enough ink for maybe 3 uses
10. Pencils
11. Sticky notes
Fate:
Both the number and the P.O. Box became defunct in 1999, around the time that the three movies were released in the United States, DiC lost the bidding war for the post-R seasons and Cloverway began sending out Sailormoon S.
Mighty Morphin Power Rangers Fan Club
1-800-667-7321 (Main number from the VHS)
1-800-300-6993 (Credit Card ordering number)
P.O. Box 222
Hollywood, Ca. 90078
But inside that box was a random assortment of the following:
1. A "Power Lunch" sack (sometimes with a Fruit Roll-Up)
2. A 30 minute VHS tape featuring clips from the show and all six Power Rangers talking about being a part of D.A.R.E. to be drug free, junk food and their lives as Power Rangers, along with a trailer for V.R. Troopers
3. A congratulations letter, stressing that you should now live up to the high standards of MMPR living and reminding you to watch VR Troopers (I forgot how annoying they were plugging that failure of a show)
4. A certificate, proclaiming you an official Junior Ranger... because all Rangers have them, right? It has printed signatures of the cast, not really signed by them.
5. A form to share with a friend to get them to send $17.95 plus shipping
6. Ads telling you to buy more fan club stuff
7. Photos of the Power Rangers with printed signatures
8. A Power Rangers poster
9. A VR Troopers mini poster/ad
10. Iron-on Logos
11. MMPR Power Dollars to buy more stuff (Usually you'd get ONE. Only redeemable for the Fan Club.)
12. Logo Stickers
13. Logo Tattoos
14. ID Card with D.A.R.E. tips on the back (or on a second card)
15. Shoelaces
16. Window Clings
17. Morphin Times Newsletter (which could also be ordered seperately for free)
18. Mighty Morphin Power Rangers magazine (Sold by itself quarterly or as a subscription until late 1995. Was replaced with the Zeo magazine after the fan club folded, but that publication only lasted a few months.)
19. Local Fox Station ad
20. D.A.R.E. Power Rangers autographed card
For extra cash and a copy of your photo, you could also get your head Photoshopped onto a stock photo of a Power Ranger body. There were alternate boxes where you'd get the same stuff as before, but with an alternate VHS cover, and later a VHS tape of Tommy's Training, but that tape was also released in stores as a stand alone.
Fate: The P.O. Box is listed on the BBB as "MMPR Business", but it is currently being used as Twerp Creative Web Consulting: http://www.thumbtack.com/ca/los-angeles/web-developers/wed-development-graphic-design-creative-consulting
The main phone number was used by HSBC's harassing collection agency. But after a number of complaints from the FCC involving workers at the agency violating telecommunication regulations and even harassing people who had never had a credit card with said bank, the number was recently dropped.
Many of the numbers we had as kids are now being used by telemarketers and collection agencies. But more often than not, the numbers end up as adult sex lines.
I can't recommend calling them now.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Human Relations Debacle
What happened, America?
Why did we allow lazy, good for nothing, whiny, birdbrained wastes of space, to not only get hired at "Human relations" people, but also get away with NOT hiring United States citizens, instead relying on scam artist corporations like Recruiterbox, Vector Marketing and PeopleScout to sift through "ew, icky resumes" for them??
If these names don't sound familiar to you, Google them. These companies are run in a fly-by-night fashion, offering software and a dedicated team of here today, gone tomorrow keyboard jockeys, trained to weed out everybody with an I.Q. above that of a brain damaged chimp, so you don't have to hire anybody.
And when they're done helping you ignore emails, sit on your duff and not let your pretty, little company hire anybody, and the work you actually do need done starts to pile up, what happens? That's right. Your company hires out illegal aliens and other non-US-born-people. Why? Because these people are so desperate to try and do well and earn an honest day's pay, and take care of their families, that they are willing to work below minimum wage. o these people almost work slave wages, while the actual US citizens that for serious wanted your shitty job, die homeless on the streets, because nobody had the balls to hire them.
Now I am NOT proud of this, and I highly discourage you from doing this, but these were my tweets after Twitter dropped RecruiterBox into my feed without my prior knowledge or consent.
If these names don't sound familiar to you, Google them. These companies are run in a fly-by-night fashion, offering software and a dedicated team of here today, gone tomorrow keyboard jockeys, trained to weed out everybody with an I.Q. above that of a brain damaged chimp, so you don't have to hire anybody.
And when they're done helping you ignore emails, sit on your duff and not let your pretty, little company hire anybody, and the work you actually do need done starts to pile up, what happens? That's right. Your company hires out illegal aliens and other non-US-born-people. Why? Because these people are so desperate to try and do well and earn an honest day's pay, and take care of their families, that they are willing to work below minimum wage. o these people almost work slave wages, while the actual US citizens that for serious wanted your shitty job, die homeless on the streets, because nobody had the balls to hire them.
Now I am NOT proud of this, and I highly discourage you from doing this, but these were my tweets after Twitter dropped RecruiterBox into my feed without my prior knowledge or consent.
Not my best, but when US jobs are on the line, I get pissed.
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