Friday Mental Massage: Bigfoot, the boy, birthdays
Not a lot of time this Friday morning, so let’s just jump into it.
CNN should be spanked–Yes, I’ve seen the claims about Bigfoot being found an hour or so from my house. I gave the claims about as much credence as the Montauk Monster being a failed government experiment or Tom Cruise really fathering little Suri. And yet, there on the front page of CNN.com is a story that seems to give legitimacy to the claims. Yes, the story offers a dissenting voice, but not nearly as strongly as it should’ve. Also, it failed to note that the “Bigfoot researcher” Tom Biscardi is a already-notorious hoaxster who has already been publicly busted once for making a similar claim and charging people $15 apiece to sign up for a Bigfoot webcam. It also fails to mention the injured cop (who reportedly accidentally shot himself while on the job) has already been busted for having his brother pose as a scientist for a YouTube video to back up similar false claims. There used to be a day when BS hoaxes were given the brush-off treatment by mainstream media unless they were largely successful in fooling a big part of the population. Now, CNN is largely complicit in perpetuating and legitimizing the hoax-pullers’ activity. It used to be a lot harder to dupe America. Now one of the biggest news networks in the world is helping.
Birthday boy–My boy turned four yesterday. It was an exhausting but thouroughly fantastic day. It was laid back, fun, and inspiring. Now, in exactly 24 hours, somehwere in the neighborhood of 60 people will be showing up at our pool for a party. I expect it to be similarly exhausting, but only inspirational in the sense that it will inspire me to go drink to excess.
If I didn’t have several pictures of me doing the same thing, I might have been annoyed about that picture above. Instead, I thought…there’s my boy.
Red Bull Gives You…–A little more than a year ago, I woke up on my bathroom flooor with my wife standing above me. A minute or so before, she’d heard me crash on the floor. She jumped out of bed and found me with my eyes wide open. As she said later, “The lights were on, but nobody was home.” By the time I came to, she’d had time to run and find the phone, call 911, and start giving them our address. Once I got my senses about me, I talked her out of calling an ambulance. I still didn’t feel right for an hour or so afterward–cold sweats, etc. What had I been doing prior to this? Well, drinking a bunch of Red Bull while trying to stay awake at a poker game. I don’t tend to give stuides of 30 people a lot of credit, but I did find this story pretty interesting.
Alright, everything else I have is “ranty,” so we’ll just call it a week. If I make it through tomorrow’s pool party without injuring myself or someone else, I’ll see you on the other side.