Why you should visit the Andersonville Sprint Store
About a month ago, I finally made the switch from the regular cell phone to the PDA smart phone and needless to say I love it. (Like most tech things, I like to keep about a 2-year distance behind Stephe so he can work the kinks out.) Anyway, I got the new Motorola Q at the Sprint Store in Andersonville (Clark & Berwyn) and have had a month of fantastic personal service — so great that it seems as if I’m living in small town Kansas in 1954.
Gary, the store owner, explained to me that he used to work for Sprint, thought he could improve on a lot of their internal systems, and then branched out to open his own franchise. He’s not kidding you guys. I’ve been there 3 times to fix small issues and have called about 5 times. Every single time, there have been no irate customers. No disgruntled employees. Gary is always there and always greets me by name and says stuff like “Did you get the Gmail fixed on the Q?”
HUH? Could this be Chicago? Say it ain’t so!
When I asked him about his amazing reception, he said that he’s there all the time and genuinely wants to help customers fix problems. It’s that simple. If only Sprint as a company could take note from Gary. Reader, if you ever find yourself needing to make a call to a Sprint store, go see Gary and you will not be sorry. Tell him I sent ya.
And the MacArthur Grant for Feng Shui goes to…
This is funny right? Just the title alone? That’s funny, right? Feng Shui…for dummies. It writes itself, no wait, this joke is an even more perfect system than that. Existence write s that joke. It’s a joke that makes it’s own gravy. It’s a joke with a very low carbon footprint. It’s the joke equivalent of nuclear fission. It’s a joke terrarium. It’s a joke that disregards laws of thermodynamics that apply to perpetual motion. Because Feng Shui is kind of stupid.
Okay, I’m going to say this for the last time to everyone
I’ve had two conversations with two PTA fans in the last month and uttered a phrase I’ve now uttered 650,000 times. “I love Hard Eight” and that PTA fan, like every single other PTA fan I’ve EVER EVER talked to, said the same goddamn thing. They haven’t seen it, and I realized something. I’ve never met someone that didn’t see Boogie Nights and Magnolia and I’ve never met someone who DID see Hard Eight
Behold The CLOWN OF JUSTICE!!
This is going to be hysterical, fresh off shooting the brilliant “Taking Back Rainbows” our buddies Chad & Ryan over at BODC Labs are continuing to shoot the shit out of their take on a new Kentucky Fried Movie – Chicken Cargo. This time their collaboration is with the brilliant Rent Party regulars, Mike & Dwayne who do a full rock opera on a “Clown of Justice.”
Definitely more than meets the eye.
So my brother John’s been visiting the past week, and he brought over the new Barricade Transformer from Target. The car’s a Mustang Saleen and is super cool, the only problem is that once you transform this thing into the robot, it’s absolutely impossible to transform it back to the car.
I’m not kidding. It is seriously impossible to complete the simple task of transforming Barricade from CAR to ROBOT without something sticking out in the wrong place. If you can do it, tell me how to do it. I’m not kidding. This thing is driving us nuts.
So now I’m wondering if it’s because we’re old. I bet if I gave this thing to some kid, he’d transform it back right away. But I bet if he gave me the Rubick’s cube, well, forget it. He could do the Rubick’s cube faster than I could.
But I could still run faster.
Well . . . scratch that too.
This Long Distance Dedication…
This one goes out to long-time visitor and Schad favorite – KenJ. KenJ writes:
In trouble? Why not call the “L.A.’s Dopest Attorney”??
Because only the really good lawyers post on telephone poles. Ummm, so what manner of things would have to go wrong before you’d find yourself calling the “L.A.’s Dopest Attorney?” Well, for one thing, I would assume you placed a call to the “L.A.’s Flyest Attorney” and they were booked.
Chicago Idol
Last weekend, the Chicago Cubs hosted a contest for a new person to sing “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” at the 7th Inning Stretch for home games. As you can imagine, thousands of people auditioned — some of which were aired Saturday morning on the hard-hitting NBC-5 weekend edition. After the piece aired, I got a call from my friend Todd Voorhies, an ardent fan of the Cubs and the sports fan / meathead / industrial complex which fuels the Wrigleyville economy. Here are some excerpts from our convo:
“Yeah, so . . . fuckin’ . . . I auditioned, but I sang a Dave Matthews song so they prob’ly won’t go with me but no big deal because there was this one guy who is a total Dave Matthews fan so I gave him my Duraflame card and I think he’ll prob’ly order some palates of logs for his next party over on George street . . . I hope they pick Ronnie Wu Wu because he’s always at Cubs games and he’s a fixture of the Cubs organization, an organization of which I’m a true fan. BAGGO! Oops gotta go play some fuckin’ BAGS! WAIT UP DICK!”
The Best 5 Seconds You’ve Ever Wasted on the Inter’tubes
This is probably as old as the dancing hamsters – but you know what – if you can watch it, and NOT smile, you’re dead. Not in like “I’m gonna kill you” you’re dead, but more in the “you ARE dead, you aren’t breathing” kinda dead.
Seriously. Best part – it’s totally SFW.
Sure, the Sticker Says “$600″
Yeah, a lot of you are shaking your heads with every iPhone post. But here’s one of the benefits no-one ever talks about ANYWHERE – but here.
You get free shit by letting people touch your phone. No shit. I know they have about 400 of them in Apple Stores all free for people to touch/play/grope all within the bounds of the law – but there’s nothing like seeing one in the wild. It’s like going to a zoo, and seeing a zebra compared with going to the Africa Outback and seeing a zebra. Technically, the same thing, but completely different experiences.
Otisburg
It’s kind of hard to hear but who gives a shit, it’s kind of hard to see but who gives a shit. Behold TONY FRIGGIN STARK!!! and a living breathing, ass-kicking Iron Man, FOR REAL!!! It doesn’t get any better than this…except of course seeing it. Every day until then is Christmas Eve.
Comicon Weekend
Raiders of the Lost Ark is my absolute, 100% favorite movie of all time. It’s that one movie that defies intellect, I have no control over the HUGE smile that creeps over my face when I watch it (and this clip). No matter how much I become a child while watching other movies, nothing just punches me there the way Raiders does.
What would a Best Year In Movies be without the Coen Brothers and Wes Anderson
Wes Anderson and The Coen Brothers, both making the same movies again, and I’d have it no other way.
Click here for the trailers: