Stupid People

Have you ever walked through a group of people and felt like you would never pass through to the other side alive? Yeah, this happened to me yesterday. I was exiting my French class and had to walk through a group of very material looking young women. I was hesitant at first, but I had to go on through. The first thing I hear is an unidentified sentence with that little upward inflection at the end of it. Like a valley girl/Long Island princess type inflection. Its the type of inflection used to form a question for a normal speaker. However used liberally by these young ladies in statements and exclamations as well...incorrectly. So I think to myself "Robert, don't listen to them, wahtever you do, they might hurt your brain and you might never recover!!" But alas, did I listen to myself? No. My ears honed in and I hear "When does the next daylight savings time come, like next week?" It's November 20. Daylight savings just ended. ouch! I think I just lost the ability to add simple numbers trying to think about that statement. So what do I do, I listen for a response. I hear "Yeah I know it gets dark at like 2 o'clock." I start to reach the end of the crowd, for a moment I feel as if I am beginning to black out. I just make it out of earshot and slowly begin to recover from the shock I had just endured. These people are in college. Even worse, they are old enough to vote. No wonder the world is going to the dogs. Just thought I would share my near death experience with you.

October Storm part II

On my way home I received a telephone call from Amy (the GF). "Are you liking the snow?" "yeah, I know, it's actually sticking down here." I arrived at the University and attended class. All through the class the snow came down. I was dressed in a suit and nice shoes and was not looking forward to having to walk in that. Luckily I had my huge golf umbrella that would save my suit. The shoes would take a beating, though. About 6 inches of snow fell in the three hours that the class was in session. So I move my car over to the University Apartments and seek refuge inside Amy's place. I stayed ther over night. The next morning was very surreal. From the living room window we could see the campus, and the entire place was covered in two feet of snow. That was not the only thing I noticed, either. One of the trees was missing and every other one looked different some how. I had to get to my apartment. So I, still in my suit, and Amy exited the building through a door that could only open just far enough tyo let us out of it because the snow lay holding it shut. We began to wipe the two feet of snow off of her truck with our bare hands. The suit got wet, but luckily it was not wool, so nothing seriousely bad happened to it. We had qute a lot of trouble getting the car out of the parking space since the university always seems determined to plow every car in. We left the oddly different campus and prepared for a very interesting drive through town. Few things could have prepared us for what we saw on the ride home.

The update on the facebook thing I complained about

A while ago in time, but only like two posts ago, I decided to make facebook the subject of my talk.
Now facebook has changed just a bit, now EVERYONE can join facebook. Yay????

My plight is thus:

While I do support the fact that my sister as an attendee of a community college can now join facebook, I am rather disappointed that something which was exclusive to college students now has been opened up to the world. It might as well be another myspace (shudder at the thought of all the pedophiles hunting for your children). I enjoyed facebook for that reason. I wanted a place to stay in touch with my colleagues from school only. That's what made The Facebook different from Myspace, and was why I subscribed to one and not the other. That's really all I have to say on this subject. I know people will disagree with me on this, and they have every right to. I just thought that the fact that it was exclusive to that 30% or so of the population with higher ed made it special.

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The October Storm: Part I

Yo, peeps, Again, I have not really lived up to my promises. This blog is very thin and I have had it for almost an entire year, how sad. But, never fear, because I have again returned to speak about the flaws in our society. The Sweet home Middle school craft fair is coming up and I am sure I will find something there to entertain me. Also, I have enrolled in the new education in and through the arts program at the University at Buffalo. I will be receiving A proffesional Certification in Theatre Education as well as a Masters in Education. cool beans! I have also started relearning the French language. I have had considerable success with that, maybe that can take me places I have never been before.
So, story:
Living in Buffalo this past weekend proved to be quite a considerable test of will. Many poeple don't realize the magnitude of this storm. Every tree in Buffalo is destrotyed to some extent. most of them will likely die, and Buffalo will never be as green as it once was. It's enough to make any arborist at heart break into tears.
My thuraday started with an early rising to make an observation that my friend had set up for me in Rochester. At about 1:00, I decided that I had witnessed enough for that session, and left for Buffalo. I stopped at the rest stop and noticed the rain that had been falling was coming down quite slowly for rain. I then realized that it was snow. I laughed it off, stated "that's Buffalo for you" and made my way back to toward Buffalo once again. Little did I know that If I had waited until the end of the school day, I would have been stuck on the thruway for most of the rest of the day. And the snow still came down and developped a blanket over the entire region.
To Be Continued
'til next time,

Robert Tucker

I'm Back, with some common sense

Wow, How long has it been, almost half a year???? Does anyone ever notice that the days seem longer as the year gets older? I have been so incredibly busy over the last six months that I hardly have the time to report on it in one sitting. We should note that the exercise seems to have failed, but I will not give up hope. It's fun to document your experiences, and why not let others see them if they hold some sort of entertainment value? Exactly!

So, I'm back with some new fodder for the next few posts anyway.
OK, so today, I will say what no one in the world seems to have the courage to say.

Dan Rather is one of the best journalists who ever lived. CBS is wrong for canning him. For as long as I can remember, Dan Rather WAS CBS News!!!! He made a mistake, I'll give you that, but who is perfect, again? Nobody? That's what I thought. I have had a lot of people try to tell me the severity and complexity of what he did, and how it's more serious than I am making it out to be, but I just cannot concede that 40 years of journalism, including Watergate, Iraq War 1 AND 2, 9/11, and the last interview with President Saddam Hussein before the War, can be overshadowed by a misinformed news story which was probably his staff's responsibility to verify anyway. Why make him a scapegoat after experiencing all the ratings and viewers he attracted to the station.

He gave everything to that crappy station.

Dan Rather is an American Hero, CBS just isn't the same. I'm going to go watch Fox News...

Yo Ho peoples. I am back with the latest on this, my first smart parent search of the blog. This one takes place in Walt Disney World, Florida. As I neglected to mention in previous entries, because I have not written in this blog for what seems like an eternity, I spent Thanksgiving break at the super cool Walt Disney World Resort.

Now, I have frequented many theme parks in my day and have come to notice that these are the places parents bring their little children to shut them up. Nothing wrong with that, I love Disney World. Problem is, parents seem to lax on their responsibilities to their own child's or children's intelligence.
We all know that children love to ask questions. If they ask you something you don't know about, then say "I don't know" and shut the hell up. Unfortunately, many parents feel the need to answer their child's question no matter what, even if they are completely bogus answers. This results in the misguiding of a very receptive mind. In other words, this child is going to state this answer as fact in front of someone smarter and get the shit kicked out of him for being stupid. An appeal to Parents: If you don't know the answer, don't give an answer!!!!

There were so many examples at the park that they have all kind of melted together, I can't remember any single incident when this happened, but if one comes to my memory, then I will edit the post and surely share it with all of you.

Some parents will even volunteer stupid information without question:

Case in point: A mother (or Aunt I am not sure) starts bouncing her child on her leg as everyone waits in anticipation of Illuminations, the laser show that is presented at Epcot Center every evening. She is bouncing along to music coming from a nearby world showcase pavilion.

Necessary information:The 11 pavilions are aligned around a substantial lake within the park and include shops and rides and movies about the heritage of the country it represents. They surround the lake in the following order: Mexico, Norway, China, Germany, Italy, United States, Japan, Morocco, France, United Kingdom, Canada.

What Happened: This woman starts bouncing her child along to the beat of the music coming from the nearby pavilion. And says to the child "listen to the music! Do you hear that Music?" Now, here she could have stopped talking, but she volunteers this piece of information: "That's Moroccan Music!"

I turn and observe the pavilion from which the music is coming, because I detected some Parental stupidity in the area. Sure enough, my suspicions were correct. The music was playing in the Italian pavilion. Not only that, but it was clearly Italian Music! If I recall, it was very reminiscent of "funiculi, Funicula," but that is besides the point. She had no fricking clue what music was playing, and knowingly deceived this child by stating information that was not only false, but entirely ridiculous to the astute observer. We were at least a fifth of a mile away from the Moroccan pavilion, so no mistake could have been made.

But rarely, a parent will take the time to explain something to their child that they do know about, when asked.

Case in point: Fiber optics Father

Necessary Information: Under the Epcot Center landmark, Spaceship Earth, There are a number of stone walkway tiles that light up like someone spilt glitter on the ground and shone a light on them. This illusion is made with the use of fiber optics dried into the cement and lit from a light source beneath the ground.

What happened: As we were exiting the park, it was necessary for us to pass over these sparkling tiles. I overhear a child behind me ask, "Daddy how does the sidewalk light up like that?" I am shaking in my shoes waiting for the answer. "Please don't let him say magic, please don't let him say magic" I laboriously think. The father replies........"Fiber optics, son" My heart almost stopped, I knew what a rare occasion this was, so I had to listen more. "Fiber optics are a special type of glass or plastic that carry light...." etc. I almost turned around and shook his hand. I have not lost complete faith in the children of tomorrow, because this man showed me I could still put a little faith in the parents of today.

But, alas, this scenario is a rare one. But I urge you parents out there to follow this rule: Never expect your child not to understand a competent answer. Children are a lot smarter than they seem. And science has shown us that they are many times more receptive to new information than adults. So lets show them what we know and be honest about what knowledge you don't possess.

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