SPOILER ALERT!

2009 November 27


Warning: The following post contains major spoilers to The Crying Game, The Sixth Sense, The Usual Suspects, The Wizard of Oz, No Holds Barred, My Super Exgirlfriend, Dude Where’s My Car, Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, and possibly (but not probably) World Trade Center.

I don’t know when we as a society we decided to preface every bit of information about an entertainment product someone else has yet to experience with “spoiler alert!” but what started as a good idea (especially in the internet age) has become a complete conversation barrier, and we’re letting people with unreasonable expectations of what constitutes a spoiler dictate our conversations.

I am friends with a few people who are so ridiculously spoiler averse they basically refuse to hear anything about things they have yet to see, whether specific details or broad generalities. It doesn’t matter that these same people are actually must less likely than most people I know to ever actually see the thing being referenced. I think the *SPOILER ALERT* tags all over the internet have emboldened this people to the point that you can’t even mention things in casual conversation that are readily apparent by viewing a trailer or reading a review.

But more annoying than the (often somewhat) legit concern about newer media are the people, usually found on internet message boards, who complain about spoilers to things that are years old. Guess what, if you don’t know about the big reveal in The Crying Game (she’s a man) or The Usual Suspects (Kevin Spacey is Keyser Soze) or The Wizard of Oz (the power was in Dorothy the whole time) or No Holds Barred (Hulk Hogan wins) you really don’t have the right to whine about someone mentioning it in conversation.

This is the essential problem of unwritten rules. There’s too much leeway for personal interpretation of what a “spoiler” is. Whereas I might consider a spoiler something like “Omar gets shot to death by some kid while buying smokes” someone else will get mad at me for saying “The Wire features a character named Omar who likes to rob drug dealers.”

So let’s make it a written rule. Let’s construct a concrete set of guidelines for spoilers to alleviate all the turmoil.

What a spoiler is:
1. A revelation about an important plot or character development in a current movie, television show, or book.

2. A description of a comical scene or retelling of a joke. Telling someone a funny joke from a comedy may not reveal to them what happens per se, but they’re enjoyment of the product will be lessened by your gum flapping.

3. Extra special consideration should be given to any character death. A character’s death is something best experienced when unexpected to maximize the shock and surprise.

What is not a spoiler:
1. Any description of any pop culture phenomena older than 7 years. Once something passes the 7 year date it is now acceptable to talk about without saying or typing a warning about potential spoilers. An important caveat to this rule is the always handy “don’t be a dick” rule. If someone says “I’m watching The Sixth Sense tonight for the first time” you absolutely do not say “Bruce Willis is a ghost” under any circumstances, regardless of the fact that it is past the 7 year date. If you know someone is watching all the episodes of Lost on DVD don’t mention any of the many many character deaths.

2. Any statement that can be gleaned from a review or trailer. If the movie is called “Dude, Where’s My Car?” feel free to tell your friends that the movie concerns the search for the dude’s car. If the trailer shows that Luke Wilson’s ex-girlfriend, Uma Thurman, possesses super powers you can mention this fact freely, even if the opening 20 minutes of this movie only hint at that stunning revelation.

3. A statement general enough that nobody without the context of having actually seen the subject in question would possibly understand. For example, if I was talking to Person C about having seen “Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull” but Person B hadn’t yet seen it, I can freely say “I hated that fridge part” without incurring the wrath of Person B. Why should Person B be upset? They now know a refrigerator plays a part in the movie at some point? So what? That information is devoid of context enough that it’s essentially meaningless.

4. This is very specific I realize, but if you describe a scene from a movie or tv show, etc, that is a fictional construction of a real life event, you can discuss it freely. Let’s say in the end of Oliver Stone’s World Trade Center the Twin Towers reassembled themselves into a giant robot that then flew to Iraq to get revenge on Saddam Hussein for committing 9/11 (none of which happens in the film, as far as I know) you could describe that scene and mention it as confusing, because this is unfortunately not how real life turned out. Actually, on second thought, if that is how World Trade Center ends, don’t spoil it for me.

What’s the deal with: The X-Files Opening Credits

2009 November 14

Let’s start by refreshing your memory with one caveat, turn down the sound when you watch the opening credits the first time:

It is appropriate that the Youtube video is a crappy recording of the title playing on a TV. You know, the titles stayed in this form from Season 1 until Season 8, when Duchovny left. At that point they changed it because they had to change it. That’s right, they liked that opening title sequence. It was “perfect” for the show. To examine this belief let’s run through the sequence:

Main Titles: Looks good so far. Pretty ominous. The contrast between the black and the out of focus white slash leaves you feeling uneasy.

Now we have a grainy shot of a UFO and we zoom in real close. What does this tell us? This show is about aliens? We have crappy production values? Get ready for us to talk a lot about a big conspiracy, but only deliver shitty explanations akin to this hoax-ass looking video?

Next we have a star chart(?) with a dark hand moving across this. Is this supposed to get me in the mood for mystery because I don’t know what the fuck the chart is of or what that hand is doing? Are aliens navigating? Is a human navigating an alien ship? How does this relate to the grainy hoax-ass video I saw just a few seconds ago?! This looks like an ad on public access for some hackneyed psychic. I lub you (this is an inside joke, if you don’t get it that is okay, but if you do get it consider us friends).

Now we have one of those static balls that makes your hair stand on end. Oh WOW! IS MY HAIR GOING TO STAND ON END BECAUSE YOUR SHOW IS SCARY AND BLOWING MY MIND ALL THE TIME?!?!?! Yes, 1993 was a long time ago, but how was this static ball mysterious to anyone?

Someone getting his face stretched in a fun house mirror. Is this a director cameo? ARE ALIENS DOING IT!?

Now we have two seeds mirroring each other and growing quickly. Time lapse photography = “Paranormal Activity.” Holy God! The plants are growing too quickly, we need to breed some kind of alien human hybrid and we are going to abduct American citizens to do it!

Close up of Duchovny’s FBI badge. Back on firmer ground. The FBI is involved! We can definitely get behind that kind of show.

“Government denies knowledge” of some kind of after image on a grainy video camera. Is this show going to be some kind of fake documentary, all wobbly camera angles and screaming shadows? DID THE ALIENS TAKE THE AFTER IMAGE MAN AND THE GOVERNMENT ISN’T TELLING US ABOUT IT!!!!!!?????!!!!!

Again with the badges, but this time it is Gillian Anderson’s. I want to take a brief aside here to say that she is as hot as you remember, but not until season 3. Although within the first couple episodes of the series they have her in her underwear and I swear she took a bath at least once an episode in season 1. In season 4 she gets a tattoo on her lower back and the tattoo sequence is actually a butt sex scene. Tattoo as metaphor for Agent Scully’s first experience with butt play.

Shot from season 1. You might be a little confused because the Youtube video is recorded on a TV, but the shot in the credits also looks like Chris Carter just set up a video camera in front of a TV playing an X-Files episode and then used the video tape to make the credits.

Falling silhouette into blue hand with red proximal phalanx (yeah I looked it up, so fucking what?). This looks like someone trying to make a cave drawing using a computer.

Eyeball. What an innovative way to depict the mysterious!

Dark mountains, fast clouds, “The Truth is out there.” This is the part of the title that really stuck with people and became the show’s slogan. This is because everyone was so relieved to finally be done with this crappy montage of unrelated images. These credits look like they were put together by an earnest high school freshman in his first month of video editing. Well, third month of video editing, some of those pictures dissolve into each other pretty smoothly. In any case, I’m rewatching the X-Files right now and I’m loving it, except for the titles. Usually I skip over them, but the other night I watched them and was left, once again, with a sense of wonder at just how terrible they are. I saw more interesting photo montages on my college ex-girlfriend’s idle computer screen.

Now watch the credits again with the volume on. Thank God for the music. The music hits the mood and atmosphere of the show perfectly. That music can make any image mysterious. You could put pictures of kittens or babies (no cheating and using those creepy babies dressed as fruit or vegetable pictures though) to that music and I would feel a little uneasy about what I had just seen. If I had the editing software I would take the kittens dressed as puppies sequence from Conan and put it to the X-Files theme and when I was done watching it I would feel like the kitten puppies were part of some deep rooted interstellar conspiracy. Thank God for that music.

Lyrics and Lynch.

2009 November 1

Lyrics have always fascinated me. I am a person interested in the written word and its application more than I am someone who focuses on the musicality of music. I grew up obsessing about what certain songs were about. Then at a certain age I became aware, thanks to my relationships with musical people and interviews with musicians I idolized, that a lot of songs don’t really mean anything. I know this sounds basic to a lot of people that aren’t as focused on the words in songs, but to me it was nothing less than revelatory.

In retrospect the lack of meaning in some lyrics shouldn’t have been such a surprise to a guy who was more of a Paul McCartney guy than a John Lennon guy. Paul’s songs often sounded like they were about something but mostly fall apart upon closer inspection. Charles Manson may have thought “Helter Skelter” was about an impending war between the races but in reality it was simply an attempt to write a song that was louder and more violent than what the Rolling Stones were writing at the time. The lyrics are largely a description of what’s it like to play on a playground slide.

There is a benefit to focusing on the words of a song. Lyrics were the reason I think I was able to develop a very diverse taste in music. They Might Be Giants don’t have much in common with Del the Funky Homosapien musically, but they are both very adept at turning a phrase or coming up with a clever lyrical construct (full disclosure: I just used the phrase ‘clever lyrical construct’ without fully knowing what it even means or is supposed to mean). When you are more concerned with what a song is saying than how it sounds, it opens you up to a lot of music you may not have cared about otherwise. Of course what constitutes “good lyrics” is as subjective as anything else. When I was about 15 I thought Simon and Garfunkel were excellent lyricists, but at this point in my life I think a lot of their lyrics sound like a freshman poetry seminar (Simon did continue to mature as a lyric writer though and the lyrics on Graceland are suberb).

To many musicians a song is a chance to explore and experiment with a unique sound they haven’t yet tried out. Using “Helter Skelter” again as an example, Paul simply hadn’t written a song that rocked that hard before and so he threw together some lyrics around the melody. What the lyrics actually are saying is by far the least important part of that song. That lack of loaded meaning doesn’t take away from the visceral appeal of the song. The reverse can be true too, good lyrics aren’t enough to get you past something that (for you) is unlistenable. I think Tom Waits writes some really excellent lyrics and I love the atmosphere his words and music combine to make, but his voice is such that I can never listen to more than 2 Tom Waits songs in a row.

Right now I’ve come to a place where I still lyrics are one of the key aspects of a song, but I no longer expect those lyrics to contain a deeper meaning. Lyrics are another color the artist has on her palette to use as she wishes.

Simultaneous to this discovery I had a similar experience with film. Like a lot of guys in their 20’s I went through my David Lynch phase. I watched all of ‘Twin Peaks’, ‘Lost Highway’, ‘Mulholland Drive’, etc. And though I didn’t connect to some of the most esoteric Lynch (I turned ‘Eraserhead’ off in boredom after about 30 minutes) I did slowly learn to accept that sometimes there isn’t a big unifying “What This All Means” to be had in a movie. You can watch ‘Mulholland Drive’ and you can certainly tie together a lot of seemingly random and bizarre things into a very workable theory of what the movie is “about” but there are still a lot of loose ends and odd moments that don’t quite fit in the puzzle you’re constructing. But that’s Lynch’s intent, a lot of the images and words he chooses are meant to create a feeling or mood. There isn’t a hidden metaphor you’re missing out on, the purpose was to make you unsettled, or scared, etc.

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So a song could be about being very loud and a movie could be about making you feel alienated. They may exist and be fantastic works of art with nary a literal “meaning” to be had. To a lot of people this information is met with a “Yeah…and?” but for a young man who grew up with his head in a book the freedom to take in art without searching for a meaning was one of the most freeing pop culture experiences I’ve ever had.

The 500 Greatest Things Ever: #4 This American Life

2009 October 27

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This American Life is one of those bizarre things in pop culture that is impossible to overrate. No matter how much I like it I always manage to forget about it for a few weeks and then stumble back into an episode in the car some Saturday or Sunday and get reminded of how amazing the show is. I think the only reason I forget occasionally about its existence is that unlike almost everything else awesome in the world it happens to be on the radio (or at least mostly on the radio, for the sake of focus I don’t plan on talking much about the tv show, although I do think it is fantastic).

For anyone who hasn’t listened much to TAL (which you can FOR FREE (sorry to get into a parenthetical inside another parenthetical but even though it is free you should donate to the cost of the podcast if you are a somewhat regular podcast listener) at www.thislife.org by the way) it is summed up by its amazing host Ira Glass at the beginning of each episode thusly “Each week we select a theme and thing bring you several stories on that theme.” Take for example one of my favorite episodes “The Cruelty of Children” which contains several acts. One is a fictional short story about a group of children that find a man in a well and don’t get help. Next is a reading by David Sedaris from one of his memoirs about a boy with whom he shared a homosexual encounter as a child who then turned on him at a summer camp. Then a straight documentary story about bullying amongst girls at a grade school. Each act is very different but each revolve around the central theme of the episode.

Some of the stories on the show are funny, some are tragic, but most are absolutely captivating. You know how there are certain songs you will sit and listen to in the car in your driveway rather than turn the car off and go inside? This American Life is like one of those songs, only it’s an hour long.

The best stories on TAL are usually small slice of life stories that take small personal incidents from regular people’s lives and show how absolutely fascinating we all are when you attempt to deconstruct our motives and experiences. One of my favorite stories from the show (first described to me by my friend Sylas) is from an episode called “The Super” which revolves around stories about landlords and building superintendants. A man describes a story in which his landlord, who was extremely sick with cancer, told him a story about how he bought into a business opportunity involving a worldwide tour of a snowman that was able to benchpress 300 pounds. Trust me, that sentence does not come close to doing the story justice. It is truly one of the funniest things I have heard in my entire life.

Sometimes the stories are more in a serious vein. One episode (memory eludes me but I believe it may be called “The Person that I Killed”) features a riveting story told by a man who struck a young woman on a bicycle with his car when they were both around high school age and how that girl died from the impact. Though it doesn’t seem like the accident was his fault you can feel the guilt and bewilderment in his voice even though it is now at least a decade since the event himself.

Chuck Klosterman’s excellent new book “Eating the Dinosaur” includes some quotes from Ira Glass that center around the act of interviewing and the amazing openness of most of the guests and subjects on TAL.

“Sometimes I will be talking to journalism students and they will ask how I get people to open up to me, and the answer is that I’m legitimately curious about what those people are saying. I honestly care about the stories they are telling. That’s a force that talks to the deepest part of us.”

And anyone who has listened to Glass’s engaged, cerebral interviews can attest to the fact that he does bring out incredible honesty from his subjects through his genuineness and curiosity. Some (notably The Onion) have accused TAL and Glass of a certain amount of ironic detachment, but I can’t think of anything that describes TAL less.

Anyone who goes to the TAL page and is looking for a good place to start would do well to listen to the aforementioned episodes “The Super” or “The Cruelty of Children.” Also incredible are two recent two part episodes. One looks into the near-collapse of the worldwide financial markets “The Big Pool of Money” and “The Return to the Big Pool of Money.” The other features two episodes that look at health care costs in America “More is Less” and the next which examines health insurance “Other People’s Money.”

I can’t say enough good things about this program and I hope (despite some worrying and fairly sad comments from Glass in Klosterman’s book about his level of exhaustion and creative dissatisfaction) it continues on for many years, continuing to chronicle the small yet amazing incidents of our lives.

Blog Absence: An Admission of Guilt

2009 October 19

Wow, it’s been so long since I posted on here I almost forgot how.

So first let me apologize and explain why it has taken me so long to provide the updates that absolutely no one was asking me for during the downtime.

Firstly I bought a house! Regular readers of this site will know that was a long arduous process (and I’ve only put the first half of the story on here!) and I am so glad to have it finished. Kelly and I found a place in Fridley that we liked quite a bit, and having lived there almost two months we’re happier with it each day. I’ll throw some pics up here possibly once we have things we a little more situated.

Secondly I got married last month. This obviously took up a lot of my time and attention and I just wasn’t able to make pop culture commentary a high priority during that period. The wedding was awesome. Anyone who knows me well knows I love making mixes and playlists and consider myself pretty good at it (despite virtually nobody else thinking so). The wedding was the ultimate chance to put a playlist together and I had a great time doing it. I had a 4 hour cocktail hour/dinner playlist that Kelly also heavily contributed to that featured a lot of the classics like Dean Martin and Etta James as well as weirder stuff like Richard Cheese and tracks of the Ren and Stimpy “You Eediot” album. Putting together the music for the dance took over a year to finish but I think it went really well and as it was one element of the wedding that was almost exclusively left to me to plan myself I was super proud watching all those rumps shaking on the floor.

Thirdly, and you can consider this a full Champion of the Sun ‘admission of guilt’, I got banned from using the internet at work. It wasn’t just me, the entire credit department was banned from the ‘net due to overusage. Now I shouldn’t admit this, but a large portion of my posts were made from work, at the time I started this site I didn’t even have the internet at home. The day the posts began to really dry up on the site was the day I was told using personal internet sites at work could get me fired. I love this site, but not that much.

Despite those three reasons I really have no excuse for the fact that I pretty stopped posting completely. And I promise to rectify this situation from here on out with somewhat regular posts. My thanks to Brendon for doing his part to keep at least some new content up on the site.

By way of apology here’s five embarrassing Admissions of Guilt.

1. I love the song ‘Since U Been Gone’ by Kelly Clarkson. Not like, love.
2. I think Seth Meyers is a great anchor for Weekend Update. I think he’s funny and I don’t get the criticism that he’s too smug.
3. I consider the score one of the weakest aspects of ‘There Will Be Blood.’
4. I compiled a list of about 10 things WWE could do to improve their product and it wasn’t even for this site, just a conversation piece with my friend Dave.
5. The list of movies I’ve never seen all the way through includes: “Chinatown”, “Pyscho”, and “The Crying Game.”

Relationship Status: GO!

2009 October 13
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by Brendon

Facebook (at Facebook.com) is a strange little annex of the physical world. On Facebook I am Facebook friends with people I haven’t even thought about in almost 10 years and didn’t like thinking about them when I was. In fact Facebook friends has become a category of friendship in the physical world. When someone talks about his or her Facebook friends you know that they aren’t really emotionally invested at all. On Facebook I can let people know about my “status” (“all systems go, ready for blast off”) and they can choose to comment on it or give me a thumbs up on it (“status is a greenlight, that’s a go for launch). When is the last time anyone has even seen a thumbs up in person? Suddenly comments are getting 8 thumbs ups. But one of the strangest updates you can give is your relationship status. When you enter a relationship Facebook shows all of your Facebook friends a little heart and when you end a relationship that heart is broken, no matter what, even if you are really happy that relationship ended. I have been in the strange position of finding out that a friend has broken up with someone from Facebook before I heard it from that friend. This situation worried me, do I call her and talk to her? What if something is just wrong with Facebook or she accidentally changed something on Facebook without meaning to? If someone tells you in person that she just broke up with her boyfriend you can be sure she broke up with him. Sure, they might get back together, but in the meantime they are broken up for sure.

There are a number of choices for your relationship, Single, In a Relationship, Engaged, Married, Its Complicated, In an Open Relationship, and Widowed. That’s the order you see them in on a drop down menu. It might be some kind of hierarchy or timeline from being single through relationship problems (Complicated and then Open), to the point where you kill your spouse.

The last one, Widowed, is strange and at least a little sick. See, when someone you are in a relationship with is on Facebook too there is a link to that person’s Facebook page. In fact, when that person isn’t on Facebook, and you just type in his or her name without the link it makes you look a little desperate, a little like the girl in grade school who had a boyfriend in another state who couldn’t ever come to visit because he was really busy being a body builder. So this is what I am envisioning, your husband or wife dies and you switch your status to Widowed to and people can click the link and see the Facebook page of someone who just recently died. Maybe it would be comforting, but it seems akin to the people who keep a deceased relative’s room exactly as it was when the person was alive. Maybe Facebook will slowly become a huge memorial to all the people we have lost. A civilian’s memorial wall. Where you can go to leave a comment upon the wall of those who have passed. Take a screen shot of their last comment and the profile photo that perfectly captured the deceased’s personality right before he or she died. Or maybe it is just a really stupid idea to have a widowed relationship status. Sure, it might be true, but do you want to flaunt that to your Facebook friends?

An unremarkable man once said…

2009 September 29

I was in New York a little while ago (nice little touch of pretension there, of course this conversation could ONLY have taken place in New York) talking to my friend Thomas about quotes that I consistently use that are unremarkable. Your average person quotes something to create a connection with another person or to be recognized as being able to quote. Sometimes two people even develop a quote language. Tim recently got married and he and his friend Robin were speaking in Simpsons quotes at least 50% of the time.

But what Thomas and I were talking about is different. These are quotes that no one would recognize as quotes and that others would think are just part of the on going conversation. The one example I had for Thomas at the time was “Yeah, well…”, which could be from any number of movies or books or TV shows, but when I say it it comes froma scene in the movie Wet Hot American Summer when the camp councilor Andy has to dispose of a kid who was going to rat him out for making out while a child drowned. Hilarious.

Once I made myself aware of this, I realized I do it all the time. Another quote I use is “What’s all the hubbub, bub?” When I say that I’m quoting a Bugs Bunny cartoon in which Bugs is stuck on a military plane with a gremlin. The plane is crashing because of the efforts of the gremlin and Bugs is trying everything he can do to stop the plane from crashing when the gremlin coolly asks him the question.

These are very private quotes and are used in ways that don’t obviously mark them as quotes. Sometimes you can tell when someone is using a quote, a voice change, a cadence change, a phrase that is obviously out of context, striking a pose, any number of signals might mark the use of a quote. But these unremarkable quotes are used purely for self entertainment. Little treats that you use just for yourself.

At the same time, it is a little disturbing that our lives are so enmeshed with media that we might always be quoting something. Not because that quote is interesting or expresses our feelings in an elegant way that we couldn’t, but because we’re lazy. Yeah, well…

Just Dying to Tell You

2009 August 18
by Brendon

There are dead characters all over fiction. Some die during the course of the story and some have already died by the time the story begins. There also cases where the story teller just can’t stop and needs an epilogue so that their character can die after the story is over. Usually this happens to a dog when the story teller decides he hasn’t made enough people cry yet and there might be a few tears rattling around at the back of some six year old’s eyeballs. Stories are full of dead people because life is full of dead people, but in fiction there is a particular death key. Characters die in different ways depending on what the author wants to tell you about that character. Here is that key:

Drug Over-dose: Tortured Artist or Poor person
Stroke: Old
Heart Attack: Fat/Lazy or Skinny/Works too Hard
Suicide: Tortured Artist
Poison: Idiot
Drunk Driving (he is driving): Poor Person
Drunk Driving (she is hit): She was Pregnant
General Murder: The surviving relative is destined for greatness.
Aneurysm: This person is a blank slate.

Each of these deaths carry a lot of baggage with it, baggage that I think tends to bleed into the real world. When is the last time you heard about someone being poisoned where you didn’t think “God damn idiots.” Poisoning is reserved for children, who are idiots, or those with the minds of children, who are also idiots. Unless that is you die by the one adult type of poisoning, drug overdose, but then you are probably a tortured artist so you’ve managed to keep your child like sense of wonder. Which makes you an idiot.

The one exception is dying of an aneurysm. Which seems to happen quite a lot in stories. This is because it is safe. Your an author who just wants your character to have a dead parent. That’s hard enough for your character. You don’t want that parent to have died in any way related to alcohol, because you don’t want your character to struggle with his genetic legacy of alcoholism. The parent can’t have been quietly murdered because you don’t want your character to have to realize what an asshole his dad was and that his mom killed him. The parent can’t have been murdered any other way because that would necessitate a revenge story. Your only recourse is aneurysm. It could happen to anyone! No moral baggage necessary! You’re born with that shit! Problem solved.

What I really wish is that all death could be this way. Why not have a dad who was poisoned, but not an idiot or maybe the dad died while drunk driving, but it actually was his very first time. So I want to issue a challenge. I want someone to write a story where a character, one that we actually meet in the story, dies somewhere between the first third to half of the story of auto-erotic asphyxiation. This character should not become a joke and should be treated with all the love and reverence of Gandalf. In fact if you wrote some fan fiction where Gandalf dies of auto-erotic asphyxiation without diminishing his gravitas I will come over to your house dressed as Galadriel and speaking in Elvish slowly bring you to orgasm, fulfilling all of your sick and twisted fanfic fantasies. You’ll finally get laid!

The Dumbing Down of Trivial Pursuit

2009 August 4

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I’ve played a few different editions of Trivial Pursuit. Genus Edition, 80’s, Star Wars, and Genus IV, probably a few others. Genus Edition was the first one I ever experienced. I remember pulling it out of the game trunk and staring at the cards and having no idea what the answers were. I recently played Genus IV and that questions are just plain stupid. I have developed a formula for answering Genus IV questions.

1) If the question is about a certain type of person (e.g. a golfer) just name the most famous person in that category. Also, it seems that 90% of the sports questions are about golfers.

2) If the question asks “How many ________ ?” The answer is going to be zero. This works in pretty much every category.

3) If the question doesn’t involve numbers or a type of person use the obvious clue that is written into the question.

Honestly, the clues telegraph the answer. For example:

“What kind of squidy ocean animal has 8 arms and 2 tentacles?”

I just pulled a couple of cards out of a box to look for some stupid questions and I got something even better. Both of the sports questions on these two cards had the same answer, Sandy Koufax. Even if there are 2000 cards in a box why would you ever need to repeat an answer?

Maybe all of this is true of the original Trivial Pursuit and I know more of the answers to Genus IV questions because I have lived during the period from which the questions are cribbed. But I remember my parents having a lot of trouble with the original game as well.

So here’s the important question, is it supply or demand? Did we ask to be treated like idiots or do the people writing the questions think we’re idiots?

At this point I think it is just time to start wikitrivial pursuit. User generated questions and answers, with constantly updated leader boards. Each answer can only be used once. We’ll have these epic battles in the discussion forums about which question is the best. So which Koufax question would win, the one the lists his ERA or the one that ask who Nolan Ryan took the record from? Sharpen your trolling clauses.

The Buyers’ Market: A Horror Story, Part 1.

2009 July 8

Warning: This post offers little in the way of pop culture commentary or criticism and focuses instead on my personal life.

Recently when I posted about the trouble I’ve had with coming up ideas for posts I suggested that readers post their ideas for post subjects. Well one reader, my friend Mojo who runs the essential Minneapolis music (and more!) blog switchbladecomb, suggested I write about my experience in trying to buy a house. Apparently he’s looking to buy something for himself in the near future and wanted to hear my take on it. Although I never really intended to use this site as a personal blog, I have wanted to tell this story for a while and here is as good as anywhere else to do it.

In May of 2008 I asked my longsuffering girlfriend Kelly to marry me and glutton for punishment that she is, she said yes. We decided very quickly (within a few hours of the question popping) that we’d get married in the Fall of 2009 as this would give us more than enough time to get ready for the wedding as well as ample time to go through the home buying process.

Kelly has always wanted to be a home owner. She came back from a post college internship in 2007 and wanted to buy something then. We decided to wait until we were engaged to buy something together. She lived at home with her parents to save money. When my roommates decided in the summer of last year to move on to new places and new people I decided to live at home as well, figuring I could save money and that I would be home for just a few months until we found a suitable house. As of August 1st I will have been back at home for an entire year. I’m a 26 year old man who is two months away from his wedding that lives with his parents.

How we got to this point is a tale of greed, incompetence, naivety, and stubbornness. During a time when everyone is extolling the virtues of being a buyer in the current housing market we’v been looking for a house for 13 months. We’re rapidly approaching the point where we’re going to need to look at apartments, as there’s no way we’re going to be married and still live at home.

Everything started fairly well. In early June of 2008 Kelly and I went to the bank to be approved for a mortgage. We had to bring along quite a lot of stuff, pay stubs, bank statements, etc. My job isn’t high paying, but it isn’t terrible, and Kelly’s job pays her quite well. We both have very good credit scores despite student loans and the like, so we were easily approved for a $200,000 mortgage, but we had hopes of finding something cheaper than that.

Much more difficult than getting approved for a mortgage was picking the area we wanted to live and finding a Realtor. I grew up in a south suburb of Minneapolis, just a couple miles outside of the city. After college I lived in Uptown which I quite enjoyed. I like the city and I like being close to the city. I had always pictured myself living somewhere similar to where I grew up. Kelly also enjoyed many of the aspects of her childhood and wanted something akin to what she was used to. What she was used to was a house on five acres an hour away from anything that classifies as a true city. This piece of property came complete with a wooded area and a small lake in the back.

We’d been aware of our differences for a long time; the day we were engaged we’d been together for over six years. We both realized that for our future together to be a success we would each need to compromise. So we needed to find somewhere close enough to the cities for my comfort but with large yards to keep Kelly happy. She’s also close to her family and didn’t want to live too far from them. So we ended up looking mostly in the northern suburbs of the Twin Cities: Fridley, New Brighton, Roseville, etc.

We didn’t know any Realtors in that area and didn’t really have any referrals either. So we used Google to try and find someone and eventually settled on a Emily (not her real name) a Realtor who had been in the business for a few decades and who had many certifications. We met with her and decided she was what we wanted, someone experienced in the business who knew how to work with first time home buyers. We were both nervous about the process, after all you’re spending a lot of money on something you have zero experience with, and she seemed like the motherly type. We explained what we were looking for to her and went out a couple times to look for a house.

Certain Realtors, including Emily, are certified “buyer’s agents” which means they specialize in helping buyers. It is common when working with a buyer’s agent to sign a contract with them to guarantee them that when you do find a house they’ll get their cut, instead of you working with someone else once you’ve picked the house up. So we signed a contract to work exclusively with Emily for six months (June 2008-February 2009). Kelly had some reservations about this, as Emily seemed very scatterbrained at times, but we went ahead with it as we didn’t know enough at the time to merit finding someone else or refusing to sign a contract.

After a few months of looking it became pretty clear we weren’t going to be satisfied with the houses in the $200,000 range. Every worse we were seeing had some critical flaw we couldn’t live with. The yard would be tiny, or the house would need a ton of work (and we’re neither rich nor handy), or it would be a shoddy foreclosure. We decided to up the amount we were willing to pay and got re-approved for $220,000. We agreed if we bought anything at $220,000 it would have to be near perfect. We also had slowly begun to increase our searching area into areas I had previously considered to far from Minneapolis, specifically my job Downtown. Mounds View and Shoreview became viable alternatives we were willing to look at. We found one home that was somewhat promising but upon a second viewing seemed to have too many things in need of fixing. It was soon after that we found a house in Shoreview that was the beginning of our frustrations with the market, the Realtor, and the entire process. It was October 2008 when we made an offer on that house and we figured we’d be in a house by New Year’s. It wasn’t until April 2009 that we were finally done with that nightmare and back at square one.

To be continued.