Big Ass Superstar -- Scott Simpson's adventures in Halifax

Considering privacy when there's nothing to hide

2008-05-09T13:43:00.004-03:00

I'm looking for your opinions on this ... I think I know how I feel about it, but I'm aware that other people feel differently ... so help me understand here.

I've posted here before about people marking some of my Flickr photos as favorites in a post entitled "Gay guys totally dig me on Flickr." There's a contingent of gentlemen who think my chubby, hairy belly is dead sexy.

When I check recent activity on my Flickr gallery, I regularly find that people have marked some of the photos as favorites. When I click on the person's name to see their favorites, there's usually a theme. When it comes to the context in which I find my pictures, it's usually a collection of overfed and underdressed hirsute dudes.

Me -- I'm not that spooked by it. I find it flattering that people would find me so attractive they want to see my picture more than once. I don't feel threatened by it. My pictures don't portray me in a degrading fashion in any way that would impugn my character or smear my reputation. They're just photos of me that happen to appeal to a certain narrow demographic. I even stuck out my belly in one of the photos on our Cuba trip as a nod to my "fans".

Lately I've spotted a few people favouriting my girlfriend's pictures. And, likewise, there's usually a theme. Usually it's breasts, specifically cleavage, although one guy clearly had a thing for cute girls' armpits.

Now, this is where I acknowledge my opinion may diverge from others.

I'm not threatened by men on the internets looking at our innocent snapshots and finding my girlfriend to be hot. I'm kind of flattered that they think she's as sexy as I do.

Some people find it really really creepy that people would be looking at them like that. I don't think Amanda's comfortable with strangers finding her pictures sexy. I don't think she finds it threatening but she's clearly not into having her armpits fetishized for people who troll the web for shots that accidentally show the body parts they love most.

Now, I'm not taking pictures of my partner in sexy underthings and in suggestive poses to post on the internet to vampiristically solicit the drooling glances of other strangers. Not that that would be entirely unlike me, or some version of me from the past, but that's not appropriate, welcome or ... y'know, it's not a good idea. I get that.

Aren't I scared that these people are stalking me or her? No, I'm not. I don't believe these people are infatuated with anything more than the particular image they're looking at. I'm not afraid that someone out there has spotted my lady's 'pits or decolletage and is crawling the web looking for a way to get to her. I don't feel that kind of fear.

What's going on here is that we're posting perfectly reasonable snapshots that the average person would find innocent and plain. But people are devouring other peoples' photographed life and cherry picking the parts that turn them on, then saving them out to a collection that focuses on their particular predilections.

So what's a person to do? Cave into the peepers and go private with our otherwise unproblematic photos? Consider this: every parent who's posting adorable photos of their kids playing in the backyard pool are also sharing those family memories with oddballs who scour the web for pictures of children playing in backyard pools! Your little boy or girl could end up bookmarked for future insalubrious viewing by a guy whose viewing habits would make you throw up.

Where's it stop? If someone has a thing for women in red shirts, you may find your photos ending up in a collection along with other women in red shirts. Blue-eyed redheads? You're bookmarked! Flat-chested? Ample-bosomed? Somewhere in between or maybe a little heavier on one side than the other? Someone's going to fancy you! Someone's going to fancy you for a part of you you may not be proud of. And even if you're proud of it, are you comfortable with someone other than your honey bunny ogling you at the keyboard?

So, that's what I want you to meditate on and comment about.

How do you handle the knowledge that the material you post innocently to the web is likely being consumed by people who are using it for pervy purposes you hadn't intended?

Word of the day: unsalubrious

2008-05-09T13:10:00.002-03:00

Morning editor Ruth floored me again with one of those words. One of those words that makes me stop her in mid-sentence and say -- that's new. I have to write that down.

Today it was "unsalubrious". The context was in a discussion of Maxime Bernier's girlfriend, and Ruth asking whether the government should now feel compelled to "screen all their dates for unsalubrious connections."

Wow. Good word.

Unfortunately, it's not quite the right word.

Although I find several mentions of the word through Google, the only appropriate dictionary mention I can find is for insalubrious.

Usually it refers to something "detrimental to health".

Still, good word. Clap clap for Ruth and her always inspiring vocabulary.

Congratulations to Amanda

2008-05-08T14:27:00.003-03:00

My partner and sweetheart doesn't need this book because ...

... she's debt free today! Well before her 30th birthday.

After scrimping and saving, planning and plotting and forgoing some of life's luxuries, she's wiped out the last chunk of her student debt.

I'm so proud of her!

A few bloggy changes

2008-05-07T17:14:00.003-03:00

I've tweaked a few itty bitty things on the blog. I hope you like 'em.

There's now a search bar at the top. I'm not sure how efficient or in-the-way it is.
I know I mentioned it before, but I'm doing some sponsored posts now. As promised, I'm trying to incorporate things that go with the material you expect here, not shill for junk in the name of a quick buck. You'll see sponsored posts tagged with "ppp".
There's a blogroll in the sidebar now. It's a list of blogs I visit regularly and/or enjoy greatly. Drop me a line if you want to swap links! I'm hungry for inbound traffic that isn't a Google search for "big ass".
The layout is still broken below "BigAss Records, Inc." ... has been since the beginning ... and I don't know why. If you're an HTML expert who can straighten it out, gimme a holler.

Loud Latvians: Update

2008-05-07T00:06:00.002-03:00

Lloyd read the news.

The Latvians went home. Well, I just saw the last four of them leave.

I've opened the windows.

Now I can sleep.

If the cats don't keep me awake.

Peace out.

Mastering a house full of monkeys

2008-05-06T23:05:00.004-03:00

We've stumbled on a fun show on TLC called Jon and Kate Plus 8. For those who haven't seen it, it's a reality-type show about the life of the Gosselin family. They have two sets of multiples -- twin girls, and sextuplets -- three girls, three boys.

I guess I've reached the point in my life where kids are cute and hilarious. And parents, too.

The dad cracks me right up. I totally dig his sense of humour. I think I'd be a dad like him. The mom has a great voice and is almost equally funny. How they don't lose their minds is beyond me. The chaos of one or two kids looks maddening. They manage eight kids and still have a sense of humour.

TLC has been running sets of four episodes -- one new, three reruns -- in packages. They go onto the PVR, and 'manda and I can snuggle on the couch and crack up at the shenanigans. As reality shows go, it's very down-to-earth and not plot-driven.

One episode we saw tonight featured the kids getting a chore chart. It looked like they ordered a custom one from a web site. Only the two oldest kids, aged 7, can read, so the little ones followed the pictures. I don't know if it's brilliant parenting or just the nature of three-year-olds, but the little ones got right into the act and scurried around doing chores. Sweeping, making their beds, sorting laundry. Of course they don't do it right. You can't expect them to. They're three. But it's well worth rewarding.

I think I would've benefitted from such a chore chart when I first moved in with my lady. It took some training and tears to get me to load and unload the dishwasher the right way, sort the laundry, clean the bathroom, set the table and so on. I'm good at it now. She hardly even has to ask...more than once. I've become quite domesticated.

Oo! A lull in the Latvian noise outside! Perhaps I'll sleep tonight after all! No ... no, weight, they're at it again, louder. If I can't cope with a street full of Latvian hockey nuts, how can these parents cope with a house full of shrieking children?

LAT-VEE-UH! GO TO SLEEP!

2008-05-06T22:50:00.003-03:00

The IIHF World Hockey Championship is taking place here in Halifax this week.

In fact, it's happening just outside our windows.

As my old friend C3P0 used to say, "This is madness!"

I'm delights to be living in the heart of a wonderful city, right downtown, in the heart of the action, plugged in to the buzz of the city, connected to the energy and excitement of action and excitement.

BUT THESE GODDAMN LATVIAN HOCKEY FANS ARE LOUD!

I mean, it's almost 11pm and they're outside -- literally right outside our window, even though we're about 80 feet up in the air -- banging drums and blowing horns in a rhythmic and joyous fashion.

Now I know what it felt like to be living on Carlton Street in Toronto when the Leafs won the playoffs. Okay, that's a bit of a lie. Because, as far as I'm aware, the Leafs never won the playoffs.

I just walked down the hall to throw the trash down the chute, and even in the middle of the hallway, in the middle of the building, the drumming, horn-blowing, and endless "Ole, ole ole ole" chants were melting my brain. The noise comes in through the windows ... up through the trash chute ... in through the bathroom vents ... up through the toilet pipes, too, I think.

This morning, radio station Q104 set up shop on the corner to run a contest and give away tickets. Brilliant! But at 7am, I'm trying to sleep! I was ready to blame it on the hockey fans.

And y'know what? Y'know what? When the IIHF tournament is over, and these wonderful folks from around the world go home after spending their hard-earned money in our glorious city, it'll almost be time for the Royal Nova Scotia International Tattoo!

What's that mean? Bagpipes! Drums! Drums and bagpipes! And brass bands! Outside our window at 7am! Noise that could wake the dead -- only, surprise, you're still alive!

I love this city. I love culture.

But anyone who knows me knows, I've never been a fan of hockey.

Especially hockey players.

You guys who beat me up in school -- you know who I'm talking about.

Thank goodness I have a box of earplugs. Something tells me that if the walls and windows don't cut the noise -- oh, there they go again with the ... oh, it's the na na hey hey goodbye song with ole ole shouts in Latvian -- the earplugs won't do much.

Oh, Lloyd Robertson ... please take me off to dreamland with the news.

And that's the kind of day it's been on this Tuesday, May 6, 2008. For some of you, the local news is coming up next.

Bacon + Vodka = Bacon Vodka

2008-05-03T00:05:00.003-03:00

As simple as it sounds, in this recipe at Brownie Points:

Bacon Vodka
makes up one pint
Fry up three strips of bacon.

Add cooked bacon to a clean pint sized mason jar. Trim the ends of the bacon if they are too tall to fit in the jar. Or you could go hog wild and just pile in a bunch of fried up bacon scraps. Optional: add crushed black peppercorns.

Fill the jar up with vodka. Cap and place in a dark cupboard for at least three weeks. That's right - I didn't refrigerate it.

At the end of the three week resting period, place the bacon vodka in the freezer to solidify the fats. Strain out the fats through a coffee filter to yield a clear filtered pale yellow bacon vodka.
Decant into decorative bottles and enjoy.

'Nuff said. This sounds amazing.

Thanks to lilsis for the link.

A flame-broiled retraction

2008-05-01T23:55:00.000-03:00

Just over a year ago, I levelled a heavy accusation at Burger King.

In a post titled "My Beef With Burger King", I alleged that the flame-broiled Whoppers at the airport outlet were not flame-broiled:

My other beef has to do with how I observed Whoppers being cooked at the Halifax International Airport (now Robert L. Stanfield Halifax International Airport).
Much to my surprise, it appeared staff were *frying* the burgers. Whoppers are supposed to be flame-broiled. Cooked with fire. Special machines. That's the whole BK gimmick -- flame-broiled Whoppers.
So I called Burger King Customer Support to inquire. They promised to call me back after investigation. It's been a month and a half, but no one has returned my call. So, I'm posting the audio of the inquiry. Here's a 3.2 MB MP3: bk-airport.mp3.

Well, we passed through the airport again on our way to Cuba.

I asked the chap behind the counter whether their Whoppers were flame-broiled. That just confused him. One of his coworkers said they go over fire. I took a closer look and, whaddya know, they do have a Whopper flame-broiler back there. Yes, they do. One of those belt-driven dealies that takes the patties on a conveyor from cold to hot and dripping with greasy grill marks. The airport Whoppers appear to be the real deal.

So, apologies to Burger King if I raised an unnecessary stink. You still should've called me back about it. We could've sorted this out a year ago!

A picture can say a thousand words ... or just a few

2008-05-01T23:19:00.002-03:00

Before we went on our trip to Cuba, mom and dad sent a really cool card.

It was a picture of a cat exploring some luggage ... and the caption was something along the lines of "Going somewhere?"

I thought it was very unusual -- and cool. I think she explained that a local photographer made and sold them using his or her own photos. What a neat idea! It was just a regular photo print, like you'd get at the store, on a simple card ... but it had a real sense of personality and creativity that you don't quite get with even the most appropriately-chosen Hallmark or Carlton cards.

I even thought to myself ... now that's a smart way for a photographer to monetize a hobby. I think I even said it out loud. Not in a crass, commercial way. Just a little "well, isn't that one smart cookie?!"

Well, there are ways to do it yourself. Of course, you could print up your own photos and find the right card stock. I suppose you could even learn calligraphy and get stickers and decals and transfers and stamps. Scrapbooking hobbyists would have a blast!

Me, I'm not so fancy.

I know that my flickr photo account is linked to various services that let me print photo cards, photo calendars, photo beach balls perhaps, and photo albums that I ordered the first Christmas we were here to show the folks back home some of the pictures I took during Year One on the Right Coast.

But if you're not all flickrized and just want to do up some fancy Photo Cards, there are other options. CardsDirect has a whole mess of options available in color, B&W, sepia, borders, finishes, and whatnot.

I can imagine a lot of people would order them for family photo Christmas cards. Nice, but a little predictable.

How about:

Look at our new baby!
Look at our new pet!
Look at our new baby and our new pet!
We got new carpet -- see our first stain?
The best shot from our vacation
Hubby finally cooked -- can't you just smell it?
Our province is flooded, and this is the last thing we saw before the house floated away ... wish you were here!
Does this look infected to you?
This is infected. Get yourself tested
This is the last you'll ever see of me
It's yours. Pay up
Here's a photo of my new photo card
Happy Festivus
We got married and you missed it! Kisses!

Just a few ideas. I hope you find inspiration.

Worst case scenario, you can order a blank one with a non-sequitur shot of anything, and use it as a thoroughly amusing substitute for stationery. Now that seems right up my alley.

Richer than you think? Who'd a thunk?

2008-04-29T20:11:00.005-03:00

I had an interesting exchange with one of the contributors over at the Gigababy blog, recently revamped to emphasize its emphasis on targeting speeders, racers, drunk drivers and other purveyors of automotive jackassery.

Metoo wrote a post titled "You're NOT richer than you think!":

Rant time!

And if anyone would like to point out a different view with this type of ad, I'm all ears. So.

O.k. after the millionth time of seeing these stupid ScotiaBank commercials during hockey games, I've blown the gasket. And I can't believe institutions at the level of a national bank can get away with prattling this crap.

They are helping you find ways to stay in debt people!! The "richer than you think" means that they will help you restructure your loans so that you can buy more crap and spend more money. Then you can stay in deeper debt, for a longer time, all with one LOW MONTHLY PAYMENT! That's called wage slavery folks, you gotta keep suckin it up to the man, so that you can pay your dues.

This behaviour by ScotiaBank (and all of them of course, but here it's just egregiously advertised) is no better than those "Credit Card checks" you get in the mail. You know, the ones with the text that says, "Now you have the cash to buy: that surprise vacation, or new widescreen TV, or get that dream boat you've wanted".

It's NOT cash! This is simply the 'high end' of Payday loans. And I find it reprehensible, just different shades of loan sharking.

If you're not rich, then your not rich. Think about it!

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In a follow-up comment, Metoo wrote:

... isn't it the worst kind of bamboozling? I mean, this sort of thing borders on confidence scams, and I fear that younger generations who will never have known a cash economy will get suckered without mercy. Sub-prime meltdown anyone?

I replied:

I've come to understand that most people really *are* richer than they think.

What gets you rich isn't the money you make ... it's the money you save.

If you can restructure your payments and cut your costs, and most of all, find ways to act your wage and spend less than you make, then save and invest the difference ... well, you can be a lot richer than you probably imagine.

Sure, a bank is going to try to sell you its products to get you there ... Scotiabank mutual funds, Scotiabank consolidation loans, Scotiabank low-interest credit cards or credit lines instead of the cards you may have with other banks ... what else are you going to do? Stuff your cash under a mattress and try to get rich that way? Odds are, you're going to deal with a financial institution at some point if you're serious about laying out your money in any productive way beyond money-in/bills-out.

Scotiabank wants to be the bank to open your eyes to those possibilities, then sell you the investment vehicles. I don't fault them for that.

Metoo:

I couldn't agree more. If one restructures debt to allow for quick paying of 'bad debt' (Credit cards, car loans), and manages 'good debt' (mortgage, and appreciating assets). Then yes, you *could* be richer than you think if you invest the difference.Sadly, I don't think people are as smart as you to proceed this way.

Me:

Well, hearing people complain loudly that they'd get themselves out of debt if only they could learn how to spend less than they make and take care of personal business is about as easy to tolerate as people complaining loudly that they wish they could learn how to spell Connecticut. Bottom line -- if you want to learn how to do it, learn how to do it, then do it ... the resources are right there.

If you're complaining that Scotiabank is playing on stupid people, go right ahead. You'll never go broke underestimating the intelligence of the average person.

If people aren't "as smart" as me to proceed in a way that gets their debt paid off so they can put more of their income -- their 'riches' -- into things that matter and/or work for them ... well, I can't blame the bank for that. The bank is there as a tool.

If people get suckered into buying houses they absolutely cannot afford by banks that use predatory lending practices and exotic financial products that are beyond the comprehension of even an educated buyer -- that's bad. I don't like that.

But if people willingly spend themselves into a big hole by devouring all the credit they can get, then cry foul because they were *given* the credit -- I don't rail at the bank. It's not the bank's job to protect you at every turn from outspending your earning capacity.

Metoo:

... on the topic of 'predatory' banks, suckers, and digging debt holes. I can't disagree with anything you say. "Victimhood" of borrowers is not what I implied by railing against ridiculously transparent bank ads. And I might add that the "richer than you think" ads are not selling your notion of consolidating debt, living within your means, and investing the difference. Watch them. They are flogging granite counter tops and breakfast nooks, a literal quote. (not sure if you get the same ad cycle on CBC during hockey games in NS).

By being "smart" I stand by the fact that indeed, generally people aren't as studied on the topic of finance as you are. In fact, vast swaths of the population are desperately innumerate (which is worse than the literacy problems we see from time to time, but that's another debate). People just don't get numbers. They avoid the math, and are happily sucked dry by organizations that know how to benefit from the math, and legal wording on contracts as well.

Ask 100 people to explain concepts of finance like amortization, compounding, loan payment calculations, leasing calculations, inflation, real rates of return, present values, etc. I bet very few will be versed to any depth sufficient to analyze their own finances competently.

Banks love this of course, so do other businesses (car dealers?!). Combine with relentless mind bending marketing... and wa-la, "you're richer than you think".

Me:

Ah, that's what I get for not watching commercials. Thanks to the home-brew PVR, the only commercials I see are during the 11-midnight news hour. (Or as we call it, the Lloyd Robertson Rehearsal Show.)

It sounds like you'd get a good "rah-rah!" kick out of a movie I saw on the weekend: In Debt We Trust. I wrote about it over at the bas-dot-com.

Granted, a lot of people can't do the fancy math or comprehend annuities and amortization and all that. Hell, I can't even do a convincing job of explaining short-selling to my coworkers.

But if you can't lay out a simple household budget that doesn't put you deeper in the hole each month -- seriously, don't blame the bank. The basic concepts of *spend less than you make* and *save for a rainy day* don't require a special calculator. If the numbers don't add up in your favour, you have two basic choices: spend less or make more. Adjust your lifestyle by sorting out wants from needs (you *need* a place to live, you *want* it to be a nice house) and adjust as necessary.

I can't blame the banks for making people poor any more than I can blame McDonald's for making people fat or "the media" for making people anorexic.

Advertising can be persuasive. Home improvement shows can skew your expectations. Keeping up with the Joneses is also persuasive. Carrying bad habits from your family of origin can lead you astray. Pride can jam up your urge to reach for help. Fear of math can tempt you to ignore reality.

But to flail your arms at the end of the month when you're in overdraft and facing maxed out credit cards and scream "I can't help it! The banks made me do it!" is a lie, an excuse, and a cop-out.

Wow, that's harsh.

Metoo:

Harsh? Truer words were ne'er spoken. And i'm not blaming anybody for making money from the uneducated. It's all within the law of course. But people CAN avoid being suckered.

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Now, I'm no rich genius. And I may be talking out of my Big Ass with all of this, 'cuz in a few years, homeowners' debt and other life developments may have me screaming for financial mercy. Anything for any readers to add to this, or are we assaulting an expired equine?

Gas prices are up. Suck it up or whine?

2008-04-29T13:22:00.005-03:00

I've only driven our car, what, twice? Three times maybe? Gas prices don't make my brain burn.

Gas prices are up. Gas prices here in Nova Scotia are among the highest in the country. The (regulated) price at the corner is $1.321 per litre. People are freaking out. One by one, freaking out. But how much can you freak out, and for how long?

Antishay writes about the whining on her blog:

I had a conversation the other day that went something like this:
Friend: OH MY GOD Gas is now $3.71 a gallon!

Me: Oh?

Friend: THAT'S JUST INSANE. I can't afford that.

Me: I don't really look at gas prices.

Friend: I always go to Arco, they're usually $0.05 less.

Me: I don't know... five cents doesn't really add up. My tank holds about 14 gallons, so that's only a savings of $0.70 per gallon. It just doesn't make much of a difference to me. Granted, when we were in high school it was $1.14 per tank, but the day-to-day savings doesn't give me much to celebrate.

Friend: How can you not care? That's like $4 a month!
*sigh* Let me explain. Even if you're buying 5 tanks of gas every month - whew! - is $5 really going to BREAK YOU? Shut up! It's not a life-altering savings. You would be better off figuring out a way to buy only 3 tanks a month than driving around, hunting for the lowest gas price.
I don't know. I am a person of action. I see something I don't like in my life, I change it. I figure out a way around, through, or over the obstacle. I don't like whining, and so this will be the only rant for a while. I just don't UNDERSTAND why the milk costs or the gas costs are the cause of so much angst lately.
If you do the math, it doesn't matter that much! Go out and make an extra $5 a month and you're covered! $5! Come ON! Offer to walk your friends dog for a week and she'll give you $5 (hopefully more) and you'll have all your gas inflation covered for the month.
As a go-getter, I have trouble watching people complain their lives away without doing anything creative to stop the stress at the root.

Nice thoughts. Fixing stuff isn't easy, but whining doesn't usually fix anything.

Dance Party Friday - Dancing with Myself

2008-04-29T12:12:00.001-03:00

We totally need to do this at work.
My suggestion: Friday evenings at 6:21 ... if there are no traffic problems ... our traffic reporter Natalie should do 30 seconds of karaoke. I think that'd improve tuning, which tapers off in the 6 o'clock hour. And it'd give Natalie a forum to sing. Maybe we could even do a duet. I'll let you know if the boss goes for it.

Movies 'bout money -- good and bad

2008-04-28T13:35:00.002-03:00

I watched a pair of movies with 'debt' in the title over the past few days. One I liked, the other I didn't like much.

I expected In Debt We Trust to be an activist movie in the style of, say, Michael Moore or the Super Size Me guy. It was more like the latter, without even as much balance as the former.

Danny Schechter takes on the credit industry from the point of view that people who fall victim to crushing debt are hapless victims of an exploitative monster industry. While I don't disagree that Americans in particular have been buried by sometimes questionable practices of credit companies, I felt the film let the consumers off the hook too easily. Yes, people are sucked in by too-good-to-be-true offers which shouldn't be offered in the first place. Yes, people are sucked under by payday loans. But after all the reading I've been doing lately, the reality that spending less than you make is the key to staying afloat is virtually ignored. The film portrays slow death by debt as a virtual inevitability in American society.

I really did like the spooky prescience of the movie's portrayal of the housing bubble. It was made before the recent credit crunch, but predicted it precisely. It said sub-prime lending was the hot hot thing, but pointed out how ludicrous and ultimately doomed the whole scheme was.

All in all, I'd say pass on In Debt We Trust, unless you get a kick out of reinforcing a victim mentality.

On the other hand, I was angered and entertained by Life and Debt, which I found when I was looking for the other movie. I got the titles all mixed up.

Stephanie Black's film about how the International Monetary Fund and the World Bank have affected Jaimaica taught me a lot. Stuff I didn't know about Jamaica, but more importantly, stuff I didn't know about the IMF and World Bank. I had no idea how those bodies worked and what they do to countries.

The movie felt balanced, yet outrageous. It was entirely sympathetic to Jamaica, and unflattering to the IMF. The World Bank and America come off like an evil empire. Sure, that's fashionable here in Canada, but it appeared to be backed up with fact. It has the same "holy sh!t, do Americans know that their country does this?!" impact that Michael Moore's films do, without the sense "oh, come on, dude, you must be kidding" angle that Moore sometimes brings.

If you're itchin' to get mad with a movie about debt, choose Life And Debt over In Debt We Trust.

Spend wisely, gang.

Selling out to the man

2008-04-28T12:47:00.000-03:00

Hey, gang.

Life's ticking along in a loverly fashion. The weather here has been alternating between gorgeous and blech, but that's what spring's about, I guess.

I figured I'd give everyone a heads-up that you may start seeing some Big Ass sponsored posts.

As you might've gathered from recent posts, I'm taking an even greater interest in my finances lately. Part of that has been spurred by my voracious consumption of personal finance (PF) blogs. Some of these bloggers augment their income to pay down their bills by blogging for dough. The most common one I've seen among bloggers whose blogs I like is called PayPerPost.

PayPerPost offers bloggers various opportunities to write a little blurb that has something to do with a product, service, web site, widget, gadget, person, concept, whatever ... and get money for it. It can be a few bucks or it can be many bucks. Because I'm not one of the most popular blogs in the world (yet), I qualify for the few-bucks ones. And because I'm not an amoral shill who's willing to whore my writing out for just anyone (yet), most of the PPP opportunities are of absolutely no interest to me. And I'm told they have blog reviews.

So, it's not like I'm about to get rich doing this.

I'll try to keep the sponsored stuff to a minimum, and where I'm able, disclose that it's a for-money thing. But I hope you'll believe me when I say I won't tell you I love something if I think it's a scam. I'll try to pick opportunities that serve your interests. And since the only ones out there who give any regular feedback are people who know me personally, I'll assume that your interests are reading about what my interests are.

In other words, the blog will stay mostly the same.

Anyhow, if you write a blog ... if you have some decent traffic ... and you're interested in making a few bucks here and there ... check out PayPerPost.

And if you're dropping by and think -- hey, this BigAssSuperstar could really give a rub to my excellent product, service, widget etc. -- well, just click the picture in the sidebar and make me an offer. I may tell you to take a hike, or I may dig your scene and be happy to take your money.
What'm I going to do with the money I earn? Gosh, I dunno. Pay for my next belt test at tae kwon do? (I got my green stripe just before the Cuba vacation, if you hadn't heard.) Save to buy a house? Buy some of that kitten-soft toilet paper? Renew cygnals.com for another few years? (The ten-year anniversary is coming up, gang.)

Another PPP note ... You have to read and write pretty well. Reading poorly doesn't pay off, because the rules are strict. For example, this post didn't measure up to standards, so I didn't get paid. Them's the breaks, people! I'm actually grateful that a company like PPP is rewarding people who can read and write!

It's journalawesome infotainment!!!

2008-04-27T12:20:00.001-03:00

This week's issue of The Coast (Toronto residents -- think Now or Eye) features a cover story about local comedy troupe Picnicface. They're the funny folks behind the iconic video POWERTHIRST. I profiled this video back on June 6, 2007, before knowing who Picnicface was.

Turns out the brains behind this hilarious video that infected the folks at work with catch phrases and puns is from Halifax. We loved the video before we knew they were from here, and of course we love it even more knowing that Picnicface is a home-grown phenomenon.

Powerthirst has clocked more than six million views on YouTube, and another 450-thousand over at Will Ferrell's funnyordie.com.

So, now that you've consumed Powerthirst and it has become a part of your soul, I have something more for you.

Given that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, I present this video .... Halifax's News-Talk-Sports radio station News95.7, in the style of Powerthirst!

Please note that this video is not approved, endorsed, sponsored, supported, or acknowledged by News95.7 or its parent company. It is an entirely unofficial tribute that should not be seen to reflect the promotional goals of the actual radio station. It's just up for a laugh or two.

Enjoy.

Or follow the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u1xT8B9rPno

(Hey, why not give it a nice rating, too? I could use the support.)

The Blue Man Fraud -- blame the media?

2008-04-27T12:15:00.003-03:00

Have you seen this guy on the news? He's not the aging founder of the whack-cool-instruments-with-sticks-while-painted art troupe the Blue Man Group. His name is Paul Karason, and supposedly he's been in the news because he took a dietary supplement and turned blue.

Okay, I've heard of eating too many carrots and turning orange -- but what on earth could make you turn blue? I mean, I like the Smurfs as much as the next guy, but this is extreme.

Well, it turns out some people take a silver supplement for their health. I don't mean silver as some kind of ranking, like gold-silver-bronze, or silver as in it's a shiny pill. No, they take actual silver, dissolved, tiny tiny tiny particles. Before the late 1930s, "Colloidal Silver" -- that is, a preparation in which the particles are actually suspended in the fluid, not dissolved ionically -- was used as a mainstream antibiotic. Sulfa and penicillin squeezed it out of the market. The US EPA says it's okay to use silver as a hospital disinfectant.

But drinking the stuff? Yes, people do it. And the man in the picture supposedly changed colour from it.

Now, there may be more to the story. A company that sells colloidal silver would be devastated if people believed taking the stuff would turn you into a Smurf or a drum-banging hippie, yes? That's the problem facing PurestColloids.com. They've set up a web page to debunk what they call the "Blue Man Fraud." According to the site, it's partly his fault for cooking up a home-brew silver drink that's totally NOT like the stuff they sell ... and then going suntanning, which fixed the blueness in his skin much like a silver-particle photographic plate would if you exposed it to light. They say the Blue Man was not consuming the kind of Colloidal Silver they sell.

But they go a step further and blame the media. Uh-oh! I don't much care for that! The company outright says that the mass media cannot be trusted to report anything that even resembles a truthful story.

Now, now. As part of the evil mass media myself, I know that end-of-the-line fact-checking is often lacking. If it comes down the wire, we assume that the people uplines have the story straight, and that it's fair game for reading. I'm smart and cynical enough to research further if the story seems weird enough to be questionable, or is on a subject I feel terribly under-informed about.

And, in the case of silver turning people blue, I might have turned to Wikipedia, for example, to see if silver actually turns people blue. What's it say? "Long-term intake of silver products may result in a condition known as argyria, one symptom of which is a blue or gray discoloration of the skin .... Many scientific articles report cases of argyria after ingestion of colloidal silver.[13][14][15][16][17][18]."

Okay, fair enough. It can happen. PureColloids.com is welcome to try to tell the public that its particular formulation will absotively posolutely NOT turn customers blue. Counter information with information, but please don't smear the media.

As always, I encourage you to read both sides, sort through hyperbole, and err on the side of common sense. Check out the pros and cons (the companies tell you some pros at http://www.purestcolloids.com/blue-man.php, Wikipedia will point you to what the FDA and others suggest about cons) before taking any supplement.

Except bacon. Bacon's a good supplement for anything.

Random whatsits of recent weeks

2008-04-26T18:26:00.003-03:00

Some notes on stuff that's been doin':

Amanda and I went Thursday to check out the dream homes being given away in the QE2 Lifestyles Lottery. The bigger of the two is ginormously huge. Like, huge huge. Almost-too-big huge. It has room in the basement for further living-space expansion. Either that or you should shoot some epic films down there. And that actually sounds like a good plan. The second home is smaller, but still kinda nice. The consensus seems to be that we'd keep the first one and live in it for a year upon winning, then perhaps sell it. The second one, though, would be a re-sell in order to buy something obnoxiously fantastic in the south end of peninsular Halifax, then renovate the heck out of it and buy me a little car.

I checked out the Music Nova Scotia open mic at The Seahorse last week. It's hosted by my friend and former coworker Laura Simpson (no relation, though her husband's name is Scott Simpson). Laura had been recommending I come check the place out, and seriously consider playing a few songs. Problem for me is that they don't want people playing covers. That's about all I do. So I'll have to get writing some original songs.

While there, I ran into the proprietors of onlinemusicnetwork.ca. I asked how it's even possible that my cover of Cub's "Ticket To Spain" is #3 on their all-time top 100 chart. Google their web site and find out.

I'm working on a heavy-rocking cover of Mika's "Big Girl". His original appeared here earlier via YouTube.

We've been barbequeing again off and on. I love steak. You can't hear how much I love steak through this medium, so ... y'know, think of a food you love that you make crazy noises about, and that's how I feel about steak.

More to come later, I expect! Be well, be happy, be healthy, and be in touch!

Big Ass Superstar: Mastermind

2008-04-16T16:29:00.003-03:00

Krystal over at Give Me Back My Five Bucks posted today about the Myers-Briggs Personality Type Indicator. You may have taken the test. I seem to remember doing one in grade 5 (or 7), but I don't recall the designation.

I followed the link on GMBMFB (you can too!) and took the test ... I came up INTJ.

A link to a description of that personality type describes me as a "Mastermind":

Masterminds will adopt ideas only if they are useful, which is to say if they work efficiently toward accomplishing the Mastermind's well-defined goals. Natural leaders, Masterminds are not at all eager to take command of projects or groups, preferring to stay in the background until others demonstrate their inability to lead. Once in charge, however, Masterminds are the supreme pragmatists, seeing reality as a crucible for refining their strategies for goal-directed action. In a sense, Masterminds approach reality as they would a giant chess board, always seeking strategies that have a high payoff, and always devising contingency plans in case of error or adversity.

Interesting schtuff. Another description is also keen.

What'd you come up as?

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More detailed breakdown:

INTJ, Strength of the preferences %
Introverted: 33
Intuitive: 62
Thinking: 38
Judging: 22

Meep.org

2008-04-08T12:26:00.002-03:00

Meep.org is coming.

Congratulations to Amanda!

2008-04-08T09:08:00.001-03:00

Congratulations to Amanda!, originally uploaded by BigAssSuperBlog.

Amanda got the job!

After two and a half years, she's now officially employed. Not contract, not temp, not term, not fill-in, not casual, but completely and fully employed because *she earned it*. She interviewed, kicked ass and totally did an amazing job. So she bought herself this cake. And the cake ... was ... delicious.

Bacon: the candy of meats

2008-04-07T13:54:00.002-03:00

Learn how to make this rolled-up bacon, butter and cheese waffle-crepe.

Then make me one.

Saving money like a Big Ass Superstar

2008-04-05T16:33:00.006-03:00

This is still not a Personal Finance blog, though I'm on a roll with writing about money ... so here's a few notes on how I do my financial thing, with a bit about how 'manda and I work the dough.

Some of this knowledge/wisdom is from watching TV shows like "'Til Debt Do Us Part", and "Maxed Out". Some is from books like The Wealthy Barber. Some is from reading personal finance blogs. And some has been arrived at organically through trial and error. I can assure you that if I'd had this much sense ten years ago, I'd have a lot more wealth now. But, that's what growing up is about, huh?

Budget
Jerry Good taught me in Broadcast Management class that "if you can measure it, you can manage it." And it works the other way, too -- if you can't measure it, you can't expect to manage it. We bought Quicken Cash Manager 2007 more than a year ago, and I never really figured out how to work all the accounts and stuff. But I *did* find the budgeting section, and I love it.

We laid out our regular bills -- groceries, rent, car lease, car insurance, phone, cable/internet, power, bank fees -- and income -- mine and hers. We also considered bills that come up expectedly but not monthly -- cat food, apartment insurance, car registration. We also added some items for entertainment, gifts and dining.

Beyond that, though, we guesstimated how much a couple of vacations might cost ... and factored in a little overhead for emergencies and saving.

Quicken and a calculator broke the regularly expected expenses + savings + vacation + misc into a monthly chunk that would take care of the here and now, plus save for the future. It's those little changes that make the difference between treading water, swimming, sailing and navigating. We're no financial Copernicuseses yet, but we're well ahead of many who just hope there's money left at the end of the month.

Combine and conquer
Our incomes are different. Not a whole lot different anymore -- Amanda, a few years into her career, is about on par with me, nearly a decade and a half into mine -- but a little different. We figured out who's making what percentage of the combined household income. I think it came out to 52 vs. 48%. We applied those figures to the monthly household budget and figured out how much each of us would transfer to the shared chequing account. So, each payday, I put $x into the pot, and on her payday, Amanda puts $x-a bit into the pot. Our nut is covered, and whatever's left is ours to oversee individually.

Routine and automation
Until Amanda converted me to online banking, I paid all my bills by taking them to the bank machine, stuffing them in envelopes and putting them through the magic slot.

Now all the regular payees are set up in the online banking. As soon as a bill comes in from cable, phone, power ("hydro" to you in Ontario), it gets opened, paid, marked "paid", and filed in Scott's handy-dandy file-o-matic in the dungeon. We don't wait for a specific day to pay the bills -- the money's always there, so the peeps get their money.

Every payday, it's the same thing with our respective contributions to the household pot. We have it set up for an instant transfer, and kaboom, the household money is refreshed.

The only thing we write a cheque for is rent.

Several bills are set up for automatic payment -- car lease and car insurance are pulled out directly. And once a month, a lump sum gets transferred out of the pot and into our shared savings account, as a combination emergency fund/vacation fund. My life insurance also gets pulled directly from my main account.

Having the right accounts
Some may see this as overkill, but I have several accounts, all with the same bank, and Amanda has a set of her own as well:

"Our" chequing
"Our" savings
My daily account
My 'stash'
My e-saving account
Plus assorted credit cards and a bank line of credit

They each serve a purpose. Both "our" chequing and my daily account, IIRC, have unlimited or very-high-number-of free Interac transactions. That way I don't have to carry much cash. I think the monthly fee is $12. My e-saving account is a high-interest, online-only account for accumulating cash on the side. I can transfer in and out free of charge, and there's no monthly fee, but if I do something thoughtless and pay a bill straight out of the e-saving, I get nicked for $5 a shot. So, if my daily account is low, I just transfer over and pay away. The 'stash' account has been empty ever since I set up the e-saving. I just never got around to closing it.

Other Stuff I Do
I also have an automagic transfer of $50/pay from my daily account to my e-saving. It doesn't stay long, mind you, 'cuz I've been spending it faster than saving it. Hm.

I take part in the company's share purchase plan. As I see it, it's a helluva deal. The company matches 25% of my contributions in the first year, 33% in the second, and 50% thereafter. I can contribute 1-10% of my gross income, with after-tax dollars, each payday. The shares are purchased once a month at market value. I should've signed up for this years ago. I could be rich by now. But I only got on board last year. I'm pouring the maximum I can in -- 10%. It means my take-home pay has been cut noticeably, but with the company's share prices down recently, and the company kicking in 25% on top of what I put in, it's still a great deal. Really, where are you going to get a guaranteed 25% return on investment? 33%? 50%?! I think it's a great offer, and I'm going to stay in it as long as I can afford to.

I try keep my RRSP maxed out. I didn't contribute for a long time. But some inheritance money came my way, and I put it into the RRSP. I reinvested the resultant tax refund and kept going. Not too many years ago, I reached the limit. I'm sketchy on the math, but my 'pension adjustment' on my T4 is keeping my RRSP contribution limit stupidly low. I'm hoping that means my company pension plan is kicking ass. As it stands, my tax refund comes pretty close to topping up the RRSP limit.

My investments are not interesting. The bulk of my RRSP money is in what I'm told is a stable money-market fund, with the aim of using it toward a home down payment through that nifty first-time-buyer plan. The rest is in a balanced growth fund that is not growing very fast.

Other Ways I/we Save

Pack a lunch. I take a lunch to work. A wrap, two or three fruits, yogurt.
Take your coffee. Amanda brews up a pot of Tim's at home and takes it to work in a Thermos. Easily saving several dollars a week.
Grocery shop once a week. We check the flyer, sketch out some meals for the week, make a list, and hit the store one time. Amanda gets most of the credit here, as I'm not holding up my end of the bargain when it comes to meal selection and preparation. If something is an especially good deal -- let's say a ham for less than half price -- we'll buy it, chop it up into three pieces, freeze it, and use it later. Hint for leftovers: affix a label indicating what's inside and when it was made.
Walk, bike or take the bus. I help pay for the car, but I don't drive it. Amanda has to drive for work, so she does, which lets her earn money, so ... it all makes sense. Me, I can take the bus to work, and I usually walk home.
I don't buy clothes. Not a recommended strategy, 'cuz I really *should* buy some clothes.
Make do with what we've got. I'd love to have HDTV. But to do that, I'd have to get an HDTV. And digital cable. And HD service. And a digital cable HD PVR box, 'cuz my home theatre PC is fantastic for standard-def TV, but won't do HD as I understand the current technology. It's just not worth it right now. Regular TV is okay for now.
Delay, delay, delay. If you don't need it absolutely immediately, put it off. Then put it off again. And again. Do this often enough and you might forget you needed it. You might realize you can do without it. Or at least you'll have enough time to research the hell out of whatever you're planning to buy.
Research the hell out of whatever you're planning to buy. I've moved from 'careless' to 'cheap' to 'frugal'. I think I used to waste money. Then I think I used to buy the cheapest stuff I could find -- think Dollar Store or Bi-Way. Now I don't mind paying for something I want, but I want to make sure I'm not going to regret my purchase. It's about value, not price. There's a sign downtown that says something like "the regret of poor quality outlasts the joy of a bargain" .. something more eloquent, I'm sure.
Buy used or refurbished. I think Kijiji and eBay are great. And I recently bought a refurbished JVC camcorder from TigerDirect.ca for about $150.
Be a late adopter. Brand-new technology gadgets are often buggy in version 1, and also pricey. Wait a while and you'll get a bug-fixed version for less money. Need an example? Consider the ipod.
I rent, not buy. Yeah, there's a whole debate about this on PF blogs. In theory, the money I'm not spending on home repairs, property taxes, mortgage interest and whatnot is being channeled toward other things. I don't know how much that's really doing.
Have a partner. Buying for two, cooking for two, splitting the rent in two ... it can save you a bundle. Plus there's someone to keep you warm at night.
Buy generic. I don't buy a lot of stuff, but if I can save a few bucks by getting the store-brand Psyllium Fibre Capsules over buying Metamucil, I'll do it.
Be smart about ATMs. Don't hop from machine to machine. If you have the money in your account and you have the right account, go Interac at point-of-purchase. If you absolutely need cash, get some at your bank's ATM. Paying an extra $3 ($1.50 for the machine, $1.50 to your bank) to get $20 is almost as foolish as getting on the payday loan cycle.
Use credit cards as convenience. The bank is willing to loan you money interest-free for a month if you promise to pay it off on time. That, my friends, is a good deal. Break the deal and you pay dearly.
If you can't afford it, don't buy it. Save for it if you really want it. It'll give you more time to find a good bargain.

Where I "Waste" Money

Cigarettes. No defense here. I'll save enough to buy a big-screen TV every year when I quit. Soon. I promise. Hell, the 5k run is a month away.
Energy drinks and chocolate milk. I buy one of each almost every day at work. I suppose I could save a little by buying a case of energy drinks and a case of chocolate milk.
Lottery tickets. The odd scratch ticket every few months doesn't worry me, but I've been playing the dream-home lotteries in Halifax for the past year, at $200-$250 a shot. I haven't won the house ..... yet.

Where I Could Do Better

RRSP. I bet I could get a better mix in my portfolio. When this year's tax refund comes in, I plan on putting a chunk in an index fund or two, then making smaller biweekly contributions to take advantage of dollar-cost averaging.
Outside investments. I have a bit of money floating around in my e-savings account that could be working harder for me. Since my RRSP is usually maxed out, I ought to find some kind of investment vehicle that'd put that cash to work. Then I could throw a few extra bucks at it when little snowflakes of cash come my way from outside work, selling on ebay, etc.
Selling old stuff. I threw out *so much* stuff that was ebayable when I moved from Toronto to Halifax. There's unliquidated capital sitting at my parents' place in Stratford in the form of vintage TransFormers and unknown other collectibles.
Life Insurance. My eyes glaze over when I read about life insurance. But I've read enough to suspect that I have the wrong kind of life insurance. The experts I've read suggest the whole-life plan that acts like an investment vehicle doesn't perform as well as getting cheap term insurance each year and investing the difference in an actual investment.

That's all that comes to mind right now. Any other hints?

Kudos to Philips on the Bodygroom

2008-04-04T17:36:00.002-03:00

My much-blogged-about Philips Bodygroom broke.

The on/off button became permanently indented and wouldn't turn on/off. Bah!

A quick internet search told me that I wasn't the only one with this problem. I called Philips and found that my unit (the Bodygroom) was still under the two-year warranty. They emailed me a UPS shipping slip and I had it out in the courier within a day or so.

I don't know how long it took, 'cuz UPS dropped it off at the rental office downstairs and nobody ever called, but they sent me back a brand new one. Yup, a brand new retail boxed Bodygroom. And it could be my imagination, but this one seems even sharper than the last one.

I have not noticed any change to the button mechanism, so there's a chance this one could fail like the last one ... and I don't know if this machine earns me a fresh two-year warranty ... but I think it's great that they'd take care of me like this.

This is probably the best warranty-related customer service I can ever remember receiving from any company having to do with anything. Ever.

Thanks, Philips!

Weird for having no debt? Not so much.

2008-04-04T17:11:00.003-03:00

I just did my latest round of net worth entries over at networthiq. Although my cash reserves are a little down after the recent trip to Cuba, my stocks continue to accumulate (contributions plus a recent rise in RCI.B mean 26.6% more just in the past month) ...

... and my credit cards are all paid off. In fact, one's overpaid by $66, 'cuz we had to get a refund for one of the Cuba excursions.

All in all, I'm all assets and no liabilities. Again. As usual. I have no debt.

Is that so strange?

Squawkfox wonders the same thing on her Personal Finance blog:

I must be weird. I don't have lines of credit, maxed-out credit cards, and most of my paycheck goes directly into savings. I do have nice things though. I purchased new furniture this year, I participate in an expensive sport, and I have a stunning diamond ring. So why am I worth six-figures while others shuffle debt?
Do I have a lucrative job? Nope. I make an average salary for my age group, according to the November 2007 issue of MoneySense Magazine.
Did I win the lottery or inherit buckets of money? Nope. I've never played the lottery, and my family is alive and well. Although I have been promised a pretty set of china tea cups from my grandmother.
Did I play the stock market and strike it rich on a flashy investment? Nope. I've invested small portions of money slowly over time. I invest in index funds and ETFs. I'm pretty boring about investing, actually.
Do I own a house, condo, or other real estate? Nope. I am a renter and have been renting for well over a decade.

Wonder how it can happen? Check out her entry. It makes a lot of sense.

Having no debt is a nice feeling. I'm sure it'll be a nice feeling to have a house, too, but for now, having no lingering financial obligations is pretty sweet. I don't feel like my life is lacking in luxury. I don't feel like I'm missing out. I'm getting a kick out of seeing my personal net worth climb, as our combined savings grows and our combined chequing account stays floating without overdraft.

Is it weird? Am I weird? I've never shied away from such a label, but in this case, I think it's something to be proud of, instead of resigned to.