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    For Everything Stolen, There’s MasterCard.

    April
    4
    2007

    mastercard paypass I saw a MasterCard commercial lastnight that was really disturbing to me. Maybe you’ve seen it? If not, allow me to set the scene for you – (and I’m being loose with the details because I won’t claim 100% accuracy):

    • Man in zoo (caretaker) sneezes.
    • Elephant hears man sneeze.
    • Man goes home with a cold.
    • Elephant goes galavanting around from store to store buying cold remedy stuff for man with the cold.
    • Elephant swipes MasterCard in front of this new little MasterCard PayPass device and without question from sales clerks, leaves with merchandise.
    • Elephant goes to man with cold’s house and with his trunk wrapped around the merchandise, gives it to man with cold sitting in a chair through the window.

    Update: Watch the commercial!

    insert audience supposed reaction: “awwww how sweet of the elephant!”

    insert intelligent audience reaction option 1: “Is MasterCard approving elephants now, and if so, why didn’t they approve me?”

    insert intelligent audience reaction option 2
    : “That elephant just used a stolen MasterCard, charged it up and no one even noticed!”

    No matter how you look at it, this swipey thing is nothing but trouble. When the worlds largest living land mammal can use a credit card in front of a clueless albeit cheerful sales clerk, something is wrong. You don’t do anything but swipe your card in front of a little laser – no ID required. So let’s say you lose your wallet, someone just snags your MasterCard and goes on a shopping spree, and gets away with quite a lot before the card is reported stolen and the perp is found.

    MasterCard claims:

    the concept of a “Tap N Go” way to pay is very appealing. MasterCard PayPass offers added security because the card never leaves your customer’s hand.

    Security for who? Who is going to check the signature, or validate the ID of the person using the card?

    • Faster than cash: handle more customers in less time.
    • Faster than a card swipe: eliminates the trial and error of customers swiping their own cards or handing their card to sales clerks.
    • Merchant differentiation: customers are more likely to return to merchants that accept PayPass.
    • Customers like to use it: MasterCard PayPass is simple and easy to use, great alternative to cash.
    • Higher tickets: MasterCard PayPass will drive more of your customers to use their cards, and their purchases are not limited to cash on hand.

    So they’re promoting the thing as “who cares if it’s a stolen card, you can be hands off with your customers, and make even more money! cha-ching!”

    This whole thing bugs me. Any thoughts on it? And MasterCard people, if you’re reading this, sorry for the bad review. Please don’t cancel my cards.


    [ / end rant ]

    Phonetics Count (When you’re 5)

    March
    29
    2007

    phonetics 5 year old spelling
    “ice cream a little bit to eat
    healthy stuff chicken nuggets”
    This is what my little Chickeymonkey does when she’s bored. She writes me lists of things she wants, or faces that express how she feels. My little budding artist, she is.

    I just love the phonetics in this little note. It’s all about food. Because not only is she an artist, but I’m also convinced she has a tapeworm. You know that episode of House where he pulls a 20+ foot tapeworm from a girls intestines? That may as well be my kid. She eats. All day. No kidding. I think something has to be intercepting all the food.

    She’s smart, though. Last night before bed she said “Mommy, I think I need some protein before I go to bed.” Now, how can a mom refuse such logic from a 5 year old? It’s damn near impossible. She even knows her proteins. She knows chicken is protein (that’s why it’s on the list, after ice cream, with the helthe stuff.), and she also knows peanut butter is a protein. She’s whipping my butt in the nutrition department, I wish I knew this stuff when I was a kid.

    Thank you for your well wishes, too. That was the shortest lived cold I’ve ever had. My secret? I have to have antibiotics on hand for dental reasons, so I took 2 a day for 3 days to fix the pharyngitis. Then I took tylenol severe cold, and a benedryl for good measure. And I also went through like a box and a half of kleenex. I’m a firm believer in the blow it out method. You can hurt yourself that way, though. Trust me. Never blow so hard that you pull that really important little muscle, you-know-where.

    Dense Fog

    March
    27
    2007

    highway driving heavy fog
    What a weekend! We took a little road trip to Chicagoland (ok, the burbs, technically) to see my family. I started out with a smidge of a sinus thing, hoping it wasn’t going to turn into anything. We hit the road and over half the drive looked like that. Fog. It was scary, and it also made me want to take a nap. It cleared up, thankfully, (the fog, not my head) because I wouldn’t have wanted to miss all of the new housing developments that took over the forests and fields I grew up around. Good gravy!

    My high school was secluded 18 years ago. It was in the middle of a cornfield. You turned left out in the country, you took a right down a quarter of a mile long driveway covered in speed bumps, and at the end of the road was the school. Looking out from any angle, all you saw was corn, and forest. I grew up in a deer hunting farmland area. Holy cow have things changed.

    Now, when we visit, we stay at the hotel that sits directly in front of the school. I look out my window and see the school, and as far as the eye can see – houses.

    This baffles me. I spent the whole weekend with the makings of a serious head cold (and right now my head feels like the fog in the first picture), and it was spinning just trying to figure out how it was possible to even own a single family home (from the low $240’s!) where I grew up.

    We still don’t get it. How can there be this many people making more than $100k a year? How can there be so many fast food joints and stores (oh my, the stores) – where I’m sure folks are making just over minimum wage, how can these people afford to live in this area now? It’s seriously mind boggling. Still, everywhere you look, if there’s an empty field, there’s a for sale or lease sign in the middle of it. The Chicago burbs are creeping out further and further into the middle of the state – it’s closer to Rockford now than I’ve ever seen it – and soon it will cover the whole northern half of the state.

    It’s really quite frightening.

    Gone are the 1/2-5 acre properties with unique and original house architecture. Everyone is cram packed beside another house that is not even a full shade different in color, in a reverse layout from the one before it. Garages butt up next to eachother. Privacy fences are all that you can get that offer you any real privacy in your own home. You could toss a jar of peanut butter from one kitchen window to the next.

    I’m in an area that’s eh- so/so. I am feeling more and more crowded as the years go on, and I’m craving a nice big lot where I know the trees aren’t going to come down on the whim of someone who simply doesn’t like to rake.

    I have to know, do you live in an area like this? Do you like it? Are there more pros than cons? Does the traffic make you nuts?

    And more importantly, I’m sick as a dog over here. Pity and well wishes are absolutely welcome. (I promise I’ve covered my mouth while typing and I’ve sterilized my keyboard.)

    Two and a Half Feet

    March
    23
    2007

    two and a half feet
    That’s all I really have to say about that.
    (Rather, that’s all I really can say about that.)
    Have a gloriously happy, springy Friday!

    Sneaky Little Alarm Clock

    March
    22
    2007

    I’m buried in another blog design over here, but had to stop to check the news – you have to see this if you haven’t already – it’s hilarious! A must have, just for fun! (Get one for your teenager. heh!)

    Clocky gives you one chance to get up. But if you snooze, Clocky will jump off of your nightstand and wheel around your room looking for a place to hide. Clocky is kind of like a misbehaving pet, only he will get up at the right time.

    I can think of a few people who would just HATE to get this for Christmas!

    Don’t Swallow The Goldfish

    March
    19
    2007

    This fish was in the middle of our table at the Military ball Saturday night. It didn’t even occur to me that he could be ingested by the end of the night, but once it was brought to my attention, my protective instincts kicked in. I borrowed a camera to take this pic of him, thinking it would turn into a memorial. Thankfully, he was quickly swept up with his other centerpiece buddies before the real party began, so (I hope) they all made it out alive. Those military boys are crazy, I’m telling you.

    None of you may have noticed that in our photo, Mark is missing some stripes on his right sleeve. I know I didn’t know they were missing until I saw others and asked what they were for. If he had stripes there, he would have four, and they would represent the number of years over his military career that he’s spent in combat. On his left sleeve, the stripes represent the years of service, times three – or divided by three, depending on how you do your math. He’s got 5 stripes, 15 years in. In 5 more years, he can retire. His panel of ribbons – well, there’s a whole bunch and I’m not sure what they all mean, but it’s impressive, eh?

    I did spend a lot of the evening asking questions. “What do those swirley things on their sleeves mean?” and “how come his stripes go all the way around his arm?” and “What’s the star mean in the middle of his rank?” You’d think after 17 years, I’d know some of this stuff, but honestly this was my first Military Ball and I’d never seen so many dress uniforms all in one place. There were military men there who commanded respect, they had so many stripes and such a large panel of ribbons. Blue lapels, special cords – these are the men who have dedicated much of their lives to serving our country. It was humbling to be in a room full of men who stood at attention without hesitation, “hooah’ed” in support of their unit and eachother, and you know that they’d pack their bags and leave their families to go to war and serve their country in 10 minutes or less.

    The evening was steeped with National Guardsman traditions, of which I knew none. There was a grog, which is this wicked combination of drinks that they pour into a hat – then the two commanding offers drank a toast from the mixture – consisting of burbon, whiskey, wine, beer – and I think one other thing but I can’t remember now. But iew? That had to taste bad.

    Dinner was nice, the award ceremony was interesting, the toasts required a reply from the guests, so I’m glad I had a script. 😛 We were about 5 feet from the dessert buffet – so do I need to mention that I had dessert first? And also last. Because I was too close, and should have sat further away.

    We sat with some really great guys and their wives, people that Mark spent a lot of time with in Iraq. I met a lot of them for the first time, and a few that I actually remembered meeting before. Dusty Hill was there, he looks amazing and it was so good to see him, smiling and having a good time.

    All in all, it was a whirlwind of an evening, and I think I’m caught back up on sleep now. Put a bunch of military boys, beer and wives together, and what you get is a night with a lot of hemming and hawing and not a whole lotta sleep. It’s sortof like a fancy family reunion.

    Fancy Schmancy Couple

    March
    18
    2007

    national guard ball portrait

    Having A Ball

    March
    17
    2007

    military uniform ball black tie ribbons

    I Love Metaphors.

    March
    16
    2007

    robin red breasted
    Last week, Catybug and I witnessed the first sign of spring. We saw 4-5 robins, all gathered together near a bush, on the way home from school. We squeed with delight, because we’re ready. We chatted about how they’ll find food, and we even saw a few more over the following days near bushes that all bear winter berries. We decided this was how they must sustain themselves until spring actually arrived.

    Hubby saw his first batch, he said around 40 of these happy and plump little guys (they filled up at Laura’s house before heading north) gathered in a cornfield.

    They’re here. They’re really here!

    I wandered around the yard looking for more signs, sure enough – I’ve got dwarf iris blooming. Crocus. Muscari peeking up – signs of daffodils and other bulbs that I planted last fall. This is the best time of year! It feels refreshing, invigorating. Life is slowly returning to everything that faded away to gray months ago.

    That little robin in my front yard taught me something the other day. As I watched him hop around the yard, I wondered what he was looking for. I don’t have any fruit bearing plants for him, and I was certain that it was far too early to get worms from the ground. I kept watching, though – obviously he knows something that I don’t.

    red breasted robin worming
    The early bird, indeed, gets the worm. And also? No matter where you are, or how you might think you’re totally aware of your surroundings, you’re really not that far from a worm.

    Happy spring!
    (see a much better robin photo in my photoblog.)

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