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    Stealin’ Cable II: The Aftermath

    This is part two of a story I set out to tell the other day. Hopefully this time I’ll stay awake long enough to finish.

    I recently moved into an apartment that put me in the ideal situation to steal cable. See, stealing cable is no easy task. You need to find the right conditions to make it work. By my rough (uneducated) statement, it can probably be done in most apartment buildings. Unfortunately, I haven’t lived in any of those apartment buildings until now.

    The important thing to remember about stealing cable is that you can’t be picky. You might not get 200 channels. You might not get HD. You might not even get a perfect picture. Luckily for me, I’m willing to settle for what I can get (look at my car, my job, my wife, my life). I don’t need the finer things in life. I don’t need BET, Bravo, or HGTV. Heck, I don’t even need 50 channels. As long as I get ESPN, ESPN2, and Fox Sports I’m a happy man. Anything else is cake because the only reason I want cable is to watch baseball (that and the sheer joy of stealing cable).

    Once . . . . .

     

    Two quick quips: In the company of Leno and theives

    I’ve come across many companies online that are hiring and the only way to apply is to create an account–a user name and password–with them and “login” to their site. And since most people use the same password for the majority of their accounts, applying for a job at Joe’s Widget Shack would give Joe’s site administrator access to your user name and password. Seems like a good opportunity for fraud.

    I wonder how many con artists and identity thieves prey on the unemployed. People who look for jobs online are desperate. Users would be more than happy to disclose Social Security numbers because it “feels” like a normal part of the application process. It’s probably pretty easy for criminals: set up a fake job opening and–BAM!–you got some sucker’s SSN, home address, and employment history. Seems like they’re be a lot of that–especially with the amount of time spent by lowlifes trying to hack into worthless MySpace accounts. Then again, would it really be worth it? Criminals steal identities for profit’s sake. If someone is unemployed, how much money could they have?

    Jay Leno is moving to prime time television for NBC and I find it to be a . . . . .

     

    Go home: A call for inaction

    I want to start an activist campaign to abolish and outlaw all activist groups. I’m so sick of organizations grandstanding for their cause–no matter how ridiculous their demands may be. I’m tired of PETA feuding with KFC. I’m fed up with watching Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton protest the imprisonment of obviously guilty black men. I know I can be the only one. Enough is enough.

    The latest is some autism group protesting “Big Brother.” I don’t watch the show so I can’t tellya what happened firsthand, but supposedly one contestant called someone else retarded. Immediately on the show he was lambasted for his insensitivity by other housemates and I would imagine the show didn’t paint him in a positive light.

    Nevertheless, Autism United has decided to exploit this situation for its own benefit (and raise more money in the process). They’re demanding that CBS cancel the show immediately. Autism United is also encouraging advertisers to withdraw from sponsoring the show.

    And to that, I say fat chance.

    Like CBS is gonna cancel a highly-rated program at a time when few networks have original content. “Big Brother” has been on for eight years–and CBS is gonna pull it now because . . . . .

     

    Cross the line (there’s no ‘me’ in ‘union’)

    Being a consistent hater of The Man, you’d think I’d be pro-union. I’m not entirely sure how I feel on that issue. I think a union has every right to fight for its members. If they want to band together and strike as one, that’s their choice. But I also believe that employers should be allowed to run their business how they see fit…including firing all those striking employees. I guess you can say I’m on the fence of this . . . . .