Ba De, Ba De, Ba De…. That’s all folks!

Well if you’ve missed it, been hiding under a rock or just were busy getting on with life in general, today is Judgment Day!  No you don’t have to go to court, stand in line or generally be annoyed by one of our many legal systems because All Mighty God is coming to YOU!

Well at least if you believe in the whack-a-doodles over at the Family Radio Network.  Harold Camping and his bible revisionist flock are guaranteeing the end of the world.  (Guarantee not valid outside of crazyland.)  For the last few months Camping’s group has spent untold dollars posting billboard ads around the world, some 3000 at last count including 85 or so in Canada, proclaiming the beginning of the end of the world.

Judgment Day Sign in Winnipeg

Saturday Morning Geek Out: Dr. Who Style

For any of you who have read my blog for any amount of time will already know I am an unrepentant and incurable geek.  It’s a sickness I’ve had since I was a grade school boy who grew up with Star Wars (the original un-fucked Han Solo shoots Greedo first version thank you very much George Lucas), Space 1999 and tales of a show called Star Trek that went off the air before I was born.

So it was around that time I first discovered the doctor.  Kids would come to school telling tales of a British program they had seen on TV Ontario, about a man who travelled around to other planets in a phone booth.  Not only could he travel to distant stars he could also go back and forth in time!  He was Dr. Who, a Timelord who would solve mysteries and could not be killed.   What slightly intelligent and socially maladjusted kid wouldn’t love that!

David Tennant as The Doctor standing outside the Tardis.

Post Christmas Returns in a Barcode World

Now don’t get me wrong I get the necessity of a computerized retail landscape.  Hell it would be a logistic nightmare with all the goods coming in from all over the world to make heads or tails of stock and inventory min/max systems without the lowly bar code.  The days of the mom and pop corner store where the clerk knew the inventory and price of everything are long gone.

So why is it so darn hard to return an item now days.  For example, I was lucky enough this Christmas to come into possession of a new fangled Blu-Ray player.  So naturally I would like to play a Blu-Ray Disc on it.
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