Category Archives: Teachable Moments

And That My Friends Is What You Call A Glasshole

If you go into a bar with a bunch of drunks and walk around with your stupid Google Glass, you’re just looking to cause trouble. Google Glass is obnoxious, intrusive and is one of the biggest invasions of privacy to come out in the the last several years.

People don’t want to be videoed, especially by a stranger when they’re three sheets.  Hell, most people don’t want to be videoed by strangers when they’re stone sober. Whether she was filming or not (and she was filming, since she says she has the incident on video via her Glass), common sense should tell you not to mess with a bunch of drunks in a bar.  Especially a bar that prides itself on being a “dive bar”.

Naturally, she doesn’t see anything wrong with this. When asked if she has any blame in this, her response was:

“Ridiculous. Do punks not use and have smartphones?” she said. “Just because mine is on my head, I can’t wear it into some ‘special’ establishment? Makes no sense.

Yeah, except it’s usually pretty obvious when someone is filming you with their smartphone.  With Google Glass, all you’re doing is looking at them and you can be filming them.

Look, I’m not saying anyone deserves to get punked or robbed.  I’m just saying if you’re going to go into a dive bar rockin’ your Glass, you better be prepared for some angry responses.  Look at it from another point of view.  Say a guy walks into a bar wearing his Google Glass.  He stands around with his buddies and starts videoing anyone he finds, well let’s just say interesting to look at.  Guy gets noticed, then gets repeatedly slapped, then has the crap beat out of him by the dates of said “interests” for being a pervy stalker.  Should the guy be surprised?  No.  He’s being a freaking Glasshole.

Perhaps she should’ve watched this PSA before gettin’ her Glass on:

As a guy who doesn’t like me very much once said: “You gotta be tough if you’re gonna be stupid”.

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My Asshat Anniversary

For any of the folk who were here a year or so ago, this is the day that I fessed up and owned the now defunct PCN blog.  If anyone needs a trip down memory lane, they can head over to AZB and look up the permanent pillory that represents my descent into asshattery.

As for reflections one year later, I have some.  Here are a few of the lessons I’ve learned:

  • It’s really easy to be a dick if you don’t have to answer for what you’ve said.
  • I still feel bad about some of the cheap shots I took.
  • It is impossible to maintain a completely anonymous blog.  Even if you think you’re covering your tracks, you’re not.
  • Never play a game of Dom-Jot with Nausicaans.
  • I really did enjoy writing about pool and kinda miss doing it.
As for regrets, I think Picard said it best: “There are many parts of my youth that I’m not proud of. There were… loose threads – untidy parts of me that I would like to remove. But when I pulled on one of those threads – it’d unravel the tapestry of my life. “

I’ll close this night of rememberance with this clip of Jim Rome from way back in the day. Proof that everyone has the capacity to be a stupid asshat and learn from it.

 

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In Da Club, Middle School Style

Every time I think I couldn’t love my old home town more than I already do, they go and one up themselves.  The kids at New West Charter School got clubbin’ over the weekend with their middle school spring dance.  No big, right?  Yeah, except for the fact that New West went all A-Lister on that bitch.

Apparently the school decided to set up a VIP room for the kids that wanted to pay extra.  Now I wasn’t there to bear witness, but from what I heard, the VIP room was pretty hoppin’.  I’m guessing they had Martinelli’s bottle service and those kids were makin’ it rain, yo!  Well, makin’ it hail anyway, with Chuck E. Cheese tokens showering down.  No confirmation as to whether or not the school set up go-go cages and stripper poles.

Now there are some people griping about this, saying that it’s wrong to set this sort of thing up.  I’m not one of them.  Middle school is the perfect time for kids to learn about the haves and the have nots.  If you’ve got the scrilla, the world is yours, yo!  If you’ve got the means, get on the list and velvet rope those sad sacks.

So if you feel the need to contact the school, just remember the old saying – don’t hate the playa, hate the game.  Word.

In honor of the visionaries that run New West, I’m spinnin’ a little Flo Rida.  I don’t know about you, but I wish my kids went to that school.   They teach the 3 R’s and throw in some hard knocks to boot.

Big ups to Pico Blvd, yo!

Almost forgot to give a shout out to BellaNoise for breaking the story.

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