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26Aug/10Off

FREE Internet Scam just for YOU!

This is not David Finch. According to the photo name, he's Domenico.

It seemed like such a great deal, who could resist?

All I had to do was re-post the free iPod Touch offer on my Facebook account, and fulfill a deal, and bam! I’d get a free iPod Touch. Or maybe it was an iPad? Or a digital camcorder? Wait, no, the offer was for weight loss! A local area woman lost 40 lbs using this one simple trick. Or with Acai berry juice or something. All we have to do is click through and give up some personal information to find out!

Internet scams are so cheesily delicious, aren’t they? They follow you from site to site, nagging, pulling, promising the delivery of some tasty little nugget all for absolutely nothing. Intelligent, thoughtful, persistent people ignore them. And then there’s the rest of us.

These online offers are so intoxicating in their promises, and play so deftly on our desire to receive something—ANYTHING—for nothing, that we can’t help but be swayed by the mere inkling of a possibility of their truth. It’s so easy to be lured in.

I stared at the free iPod offer for all of 2 seconds. Being a writer and a dreamer, I thought I’d play along. Why not give it a try, see if I actually get the free iPod? Either way, it makes good fodder for a column, right? If I get the iPod, I could impress you all with a shocking bit of hope; and if I didn’t get it, well, honestly: did you expect any different?

So I responded to the free iPod Touch offer. I admit I was impressed by the picture of young David Finch, a friendly, college-age-looking kid, followed by the explaination of his offer. How could he give away such a pricey item? It was simple marketing! Apple WANTED us to have free iPods.

I posted the blurb to my Facebook page. I completed an associated offer (signing up for a text service) and voila! Requirements filled, gadget mine. It was so easy, I did it in seconds. In fact, I overdid it. After I Facebooked, I completed the initial offer… which sent me to another offer page (signing up for a “little know facts” text service), and yet another (a “this day in history” text service) and suddenly, 3 IQ tests, a “Is your relationship healthy?” quiz and “Who’s looking for you on the Internet” questionnaire later, I realized I’d completed several offers. If this were the Olympics, I’d have won a gold medal in Stupid.

And so I set about staring at my mailbox for the next 5 to 7 days. Awesome.

On day 11, I wrote an e-mail to the “webmaster” of the original offer site, inquiring as to when I would receive my hard-earned iPod. No response. On day 19, I tried again. Finally, by day 34, I decided to sleuth.

Googling revealed that the friendly college student was not, in fact, the real David Finch. The real David Finch  is a comic book artist. Or a director. Or someone… but whomever he is, he wasn’t that kid in the picture. Googling also revealed that the company listed in the copyright was not, in fact, in any way related to the industry offering the iPod Touch. Gosh. How odd.

Running the URL through Whois.net, the domain-owner lookup service, sent me in circles. The short story: no listing of a parent company, site owner, or point of contact.

In the end, I resorted to reading the site’s source code which, dear reader, is one of those things we web geeks like to do. It’s akin to sifting through someone’s laundry room; developers only like it to happen when their code is clean.  Suffice it to say I located the actual company in charge of the scam—ahem—SPECIAL INTERNET OFFER and called them. As expected, the phone tree sent me to a line answered by a robotic voice recording. As further expected, no one returned my message.

So there you have it. I’ll admit there is a secret part of me that really wanted a free goodie. Sadly, the pessimistic truth is, I knew it all along. Thus I remind myself as much as I warn you now: nothing in life is free—including completing offers on the internet for some “free” gift. Now then. If you’ll excuse me, I have a form I need to finish for this “Better than Botox” lotion I’ve been seeing ads for all over the place.

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25Aug/10Off

Evil or stupid?

FOX News' latest ploy is to "follow the money" on the proposed ground zero mosque. Which is all fine and good: it's a reasonable question. But what they DON'T report is that the main funder of the proposed mosque is also a major funder of FOX News.

Job Stewart and The Daily Show reports.





18Aug/10Off

Life support?

Remember that whole post about the parents who were sensible and rational and bought the bright-red Mustang GT instead? It appears that car lasted 2 whole car payments. On her way to a friend's house last night, daughter #2 ran into a wee bit of trouble, known formally as a GMC Yukon.

This was the result:

I bet sensible parents would have yelled and grounded her. We lame'os were just glad she wasn't hurt. Oh, and hopeful that GAP insurance really works. (Or that it can be revived on life support.)

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18Aug/10Off

Releasing attachment

Today is supposed to be the day.

I drive to work and hear stories of a failed US economy, of a housing crisis that continues to unfold, and of a banking system that refuses to lend money to consumers.

*gulp*

What if they change their mind? What the lending company decides not to fund our mortgage today and we won’t close escrow tomorrow?

Can they do that? Can they decide not to fund a loan, even though we've paid our down and another lending institution has decided to purchase the loan already? Could we find another lender, or does the whole deal fall apart?

What happens to our down payment? What happens to all the plans we made: the emergency cards we filled out, the school transfers, the address changes?

What happens to our dreams?

*pause*

I guess that is the crux of it right there: our dreams. The visions of swim parties and a barbecues; of graduation parties and breakfasts at the kitchen table and family dinners. It’s the house we wanted grow our family in and the home we envisioned retiring in. We imagine being grandparents in this house.

Does time move more slowly when dreaming is involved? Does the Universe inherently sense when intense amounts of desire are invested, and does that terrific dose of energy throw off the space/time continuum?

*breathe*

It’s just a house. A building. And the best thing about dreams is that they can fit anywhere; they’re pliable. If the loan doesn’t fund, if the deal collapses, if we have to stay where we are… it’s not preferable, but it is doable. Very doable.

My anxiety ebbs as I release my attachment to the outcome. There’s no knowing what can happen, what will happen, what myriad of possibilities awaits. But I do know I am safe. My family is safe. Our life is fine.

No matter what happens, no matter what disaster may befall us... we're together. We're all good.

*relax.*





16Aug/10Off

From the dregs of Youtube…

Happy Monday. I offer this infected scab for your mental-picking edification. The description of this movie makes avoiding this snippet an impossibility.

"TV Movie of the Week starring Shaun Cassidy and Linda Purl. The WORST movie ever made about mentally disabled people with some of the WORST acting EVER."

SIDE NOTE:  I remember seeing this movie on The Movie of the Week when I was 9-years-old. My brother and I watched it on the old black-and-white my parents kept in a back bedroom. I never did see the ending, because it went on past my bedtime.

But my 9-year-old self thought it was sad that the couple couldn't get married. My 40-year-old self wishes I could get those two hours of my life back.

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