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Let me check….
A few days ago, I asked a coworker if she wanted to go out for lunch. She said she’d have to check her bank account before she decided.
What?
If you have to check your bank balance to know if you can afford something, you can’t afford it. It really is that simple.
Now, strict budgets aren’t for everyone, but everyone should know how much money they have available to spend. If you don’t know what you have to spare, you need to set up a budget.
Period.
After you’ve done that, you can ignore it, with the exception of knowing how much you have available to blow on groceries, entertainment, and other discretionary purchases.
If you don’t know where your money needs to go, how can you determine how much you can spend on the things you want?
Friends and Acquaintances
“Friends help you move. Good friends help you move bodies.”
-unknown
Some people have dozens of friends. I’m not that guy.
I have 6.
Everybody in the world can be divided into 4 categories.
- Strangers. A xenophobe’s nightmare. These are the people you don’t know, whether they are passing you on the sidewalk, or newborns on the opposite side of the world.
- Acquaintances. These are the people you’ve met, mostly in passing. They tend not to have much effect on your life. You may pass a friendly bus ride in conversation, but it’s nothing that sticks. A waitress, the clerk at the store, a friend’s latest date; these are the people you interact with for just a moment and rarely think about further.
- Friendlies. Most people call these folks friends. I don’t. I’m friendly with them, hence the name, but it’s not true friendship. Often, they are either my wife’s friends, or my friends’ wives. Sometimes, they are a friend of a friend that I only see at parties, or a coworker that I get along with, but never see outside of work. We’re friendly, but not obliged. I may help with some things, but it’s not necessarily a priority. I’ll go to a funeral, but probably won’t help plan it.
- Friends. To me, calling someone a friend is a big deal. I’m willing to do a lot for my friends. They are able to command large amounts of my time, and ask any number of favors. If needed, I’ll open my home or help demolish their’s. Loyalty, honesty, trust, respect, and companionship are all a part of my definition of a friend. If a friend needs help, I’ll come running. In return, I expect the same.
Family tends to fall into the same analogous categories.
It sounds cold, but I hesitate to let people graduate into the final category. My wife used to try to “set me up” with people that she thought I’d like to be friends with, thinking I was sad to have so few friends. It took years for her to realize that I was happy. It’s a matter of quality over quantity. Most of the friends I have, I’ve had for 10 years or more. I’ve known each of them for at least 5 years, not that time is a requirement.
Moving people into the “friends” category is a lot like dating. You get along, so you invite the potential friends out for a drink, one on one. You feel them out to see if they are compatible. You meet their families, share some food, build some history. If it all works out, eventually, you consider them a true friend, even if you couldn’t mark the date of the transition.
You wouldn’t marry everyone you date, so why would turn everyone you basically get along with into a friend?
Do you have a lot of friends? What marks friendship for you?
Hunting Trip Stress
Vegans and hippies won’t enjoy this post.
Friday, I went to a cabin in the woods for a weekend hunting trip with my dad, my brother, and a few other people.
My wife didn’t think it’s a good idea. In fact, she was terrified that I’d walk into the woods and come out in a body bag.
Statistically, it’s safe. Out of 12.5 million hunters, there are only around 100 fatal hunting accidents every year. I think I went hunting for the first time when I was 12, and continued to do so until I was 17, then life started interfering.
That doesn’t matter. By definition phobias aren’t rational. She’s worried and stressing hard.
If she’s had such a hard time with it, why did I go?
First, I asked her six months ago if she’d be all right with the trip. I knew she had some phobias, and have–in fact–tried to make the trip before. Six months ago, she said yes. It was a bit late to back out after I’ve committed to a share of the cabin, bought the bright orange gear, and agreed to drive my brother.
The second reason was more important.
This is one of the few things my dad and I both enjoy. I’m a geek, he’s not. I dig horror and sci-fi, he’s into westerns.
But we both enjoy hunting. The first time he treated me like an adult was the first year we went hunting together, 15 years ago.
My dad taught me to be the man I am. Without him, I have no idea who I’d be or what I’d be doing. My integrity, my work ethic, and my moral code can all be traced to the things he taught me.
This is my chance to spend time with him and have a good time with no TV or whiny kids interfering.
Trading this for a few days of stress at home is something I’m willing to do.
SOPA Is Evil
So the record companies, the movie studios, the obsolete media, and some large software companies want the ability to nuke a website from orbit if they find any of their intellectual property there.
Or a hint of their intellectual property.
Or, “Oops, I guess that wasn’t ours. How much business did you lose during the 6 month appeal of a non-judicial takedown?”
Pure crap.
I’m not saying that from the perspective of some junior high pirate watching free porn in his parents’ basement. Intellectual property is the basis of my livelihood. I am a Microsoft Certified Professional; a software engineer. I am a blogger; a writer. I am a web developer; again, pure IP.
Giving private companies the right to arbitrarily take down sites for what may or may not be an actual violation is absurd.
Over the last few years, a law firm called Righthaven(spit!) has been teaming up with news agencies around the country to extort fees out of websites–generally small sites–for violating their copyright. Most of those cases involved individual users–not owners–posting fair-use snippets of articles. Since the cases were filed in Nevada, it would have cost more to fight the suits than to simply pay the blackmail, typically $5,000-$10,000.
Now, add the ability to threaten to administratively shut down the site if settlement isn’t made in 24 hours. That eliminates the ability to consult with an attorney, undermining the legal system completely.
All because once-successful companies can’t cope with the current world.
I’m not a fan of piracy. I enjoy buying movies because that encourages the people who made them to continue to make movies. The delivery system sucks.
Netflix has developed a successful business model out of making it easier to watch movies legally than to pirate them. For $8/month, you can watch as many movies as you’d like. If you have a $50 Roku, or any number of other devices, you can watch right on your TV. Add another $8/month to that, and you can get new DVDs delivered right to your door. For less than $20/month, they are delivering licensed, legitimate content and making a profit doing so.
How did the movie companies respond?
Did they increase the availability of their libraries, to get more wanting-to-be-honest customers paying a small fee to watch their content?
Of course not. They reduced the instant library and extended the amount of time before they would license new movies for rental. They made it harder to get their content legitimately, which increased the amount of piracy.
Now, since Plan A is biting them in the ass, they are pushing for yet more legislation to salvage their failed business models.
Here are three options for watching movies I don’t own:
Option 1: Instant
Through the magic of Amazon Instant, Netflix Instant, or any of the magical Roku channels, I can…
- Open an account. Once.
- Find a movie I want to watch.
- Watch it immediately. This could be included in a membership fee, or as an individual rental.
Option 2: Piracy
I am not recommending illegal activity. This is for the sake of example, only.
- Download torrent software, like uTorrent. Once.
- Go to a site like Torrentz.com and find a movie I want to watch.
- Click the torrent link, let the torrent software open it and download the movie.
- Watch the movie in a couple of hours. For free.
Option 3: Buy it.
- Drive to the store each time I want to watch a movie.
- Spend $15-$20 on the movie.
- Drive home.
- Fight the bank vault of plastic and tape they wrap the movies in.
- Put the DVD in the player.
- Watch 5 minutes of “Don’t Be a Pirate” garbage. Hey jerkface, if I’m watching the DVD, I didn’t pirate it. Bad market-targeting here.
- Watch 15 minutes of commercials that I can’t skip through.
- Watch 15 minutes of
commercialspreviews that I can’t skip through. - Watch the movie. This process takes longer than the piracy and costs more than option 1.
On top of that, I’m told I’m a pirate if I back up my movies for archival purposes. Or if I rip my movies to my network to allow me to watch them conveniently. I’m told that I’m merely licensing the content of the disc, but if the disc fails, I have to buy a new one. I can’t just download the content again.
This is a failure, and it isn’t a legislative failure.
The companies that are embracing modern options are succeeding, and will continue to do so. The companies that refuse, at the expense of their potential customers, will sink.
Expensive Cheese
Saturday morning, I woke up to a room-temperature refrigerator. I dislike drinking milk that’s 40 degrees warmer than I’m used to.
We called the repairman who showed up at 9PM and poked around in the fridge for a bit before announcing that he didn’t have the needed parts in his truck.
The parts came Monday. The next repairman got there Tuesday afternoon. For those of you keeping track at home, that’s nearly 4 days without a refrigerator.
That poor bacon.
Tuesday’s repairman didn’t think highly of Saturday’s. Apparently, the two parts Saturday ordered never go bad at the same time, so he was guessing.
He also didn’t notice the slice of individually wrapped American cheese that had slipped between a shelf and one of the cold-air vents, preventing any air flow at all.
Grr.
I wish I would have noticed that on Saturday. I now own the most expensive cheese in the world. It’s not Pule, which comes in at $616 per pound. This lowly slice of American cheese cost me nearly $200. At one ounce per slice, that’s $3200 per pound. Of course, I’m counting the lost food. My hamburger, eggs, bacon, milk, and mayonnaise are gone, along with every other perishable bit of food we had on hand.
I don’t know how much the repairs cost. Saturday’s visit, minus the parts, was billed at $95. I didn’t see the total for Tuesday’s visit.
We pay for a repair plan through our gas company. For around $15 per month, we get a list of appliances protected. We don’t have to worry about our washer, dryer, water softener, stove, refrigerator, or our sewer main. Assuming Tuesday’s visit was billed the same as Saturday’s, this one repair paid for the plan for an entire year. When you count our sewer main–which backs up with tree roots once a year and costs at least $200 to fix–the repair plan is definitely worth it for us.
When we get tenants in my mother-in-law’s house, we’ll have the repair plan set up there, too.
Do you use any kind of repair plan? How is it working out for you?
