Session: Pre-Code 1932 Horror on Tap, Week 1
Movie: Mystery of The Wax Museum (1933)
Directed by Michael Curtiz
Plot:
A talented but crazed artist has an unorthodox method of creating his sculptures. Hilarity ensues.
Reaction:
Session: Pre-Code 1932 Horror on Tap, Week 1
Movie: Mystery of The Wax Museum (1933)
Directed by Michael Curtiz
Without going into excruciating detail, on August 8 I went into an AT&T store to replace my cell phone. They didn't have the one I wanted, but ordered it for me. With AT&T you can buy a phone and pay for it over 30 installments on your monthly bills (essentially an interest free loan), but you have to pay the sales tax up front. I would guess that that (or something similar) is the case with other major carriers, but I don't know for sure, which is why I am explaining it here. So I paid the taxes, planning to switch phones when the new one got to the store.
The store got the phone a few days later. But they sent it back to the warehouse before I could pick it up. That shouldn't create an intractable problem, but it did. For whatever reason, the warehouse doesn't have any record of receiving the phone back. Because of that, AT&T insists on acting as though I got the phone. I paid the sales tax up front, and the two statements since then both include installment charges.* By all appearances AT&T intends to continue charging me for this phone for another 28 months. I want the whole transaction reversed, so that I get refunded what I have already paid, and do not have future installments added to my bills.
I want I have made several trips back to the AT&T store where this started, and have spent many hours on the phone with AT&T's customer service. At the store they say they can't do anything for me -- that I have to call customer service and have them reverse the transaction. Customer service insists that this can only be handled by the store. I will (for now) spare my reader details of the cases opened by customer service and the multiple false promises that the representatives made to me.
At this point, I am not sure where to go next. Tonight I will be writing a letter to AT&T's CEO, John Stankey. Some friends suggested that I turn to one of those TV news advocates with names like "Seven on Your Side." I may pursue that. We'll see what else I can do, but it's dang frustrating.
FWIW, if you trying to decide what cell carrier to go with, or whether to switch carriers, please keep AT&T's egregiously bad customer service in mind.
Happy Tunesday.
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*In addition, I was charged an upgrade fee at the start of this, but that was refunded. In addition, there is a $5 monthly charge for AT&T's optional "Next Up" program, which would give me the right to upgrade early and have AT&T waive future installments. This charge and program were not explained to me at the time and I did not consent to sign up for it.
A long, long time ago I can still remember how the humor used to make me smile.
Mad Magazine was an institution when I was a kid, and there was a long stretch of time that I fervently looked forward to each new issue. And one of my favorite features was the movie parody. So it's kind of amusing that I would, in college, become friends with Desmond Devlin who would become one of Mad's most prolific writers -- both in general and of the movie parodies in particular. And, in fact, he helped me make my first (and, sadly, only) sale to Mad.
Des and I were friends for decades. We celebrated life's milestones. We consoled each other upon losses. And nobody ever wore a yarmulke as peculiarly as he did at my wedding.
And Des had an uncanny knack for drawing me. As one example, back in the 1990's I wanted to brew beer -- I have no idea why, since I don't drink beer. I think I really liked the prospect of making labels for it. Anyway, Des suggested I call it "Piggyback," which was a reference to an inside joke from our college days. I asked him to create a drawing for the label. Specifically, I asked him to draw a picture of "me riding a pig." He agreed, though he had an unorthodox interpretation of the word "riding." To the right is a picture of the last existing label from "Piggyback Ale."But I digress.
After nearly 70 years, Mad stopped printing new material last year. I believe their last issue is coming out (or has come out?) this year, but I'm too lazy to look that up. No more Mad means no more Mad movie parodies. So Des and artist Tom Richmond are teaming up to put out a book of movie parodies in the style of the ones that appeared in Mad. Des is among the most prolific writers of these parodies and Tom is among the most prolific artists for them. Des and Tom have probably teamed up to do more of these parodies than any other writer/artist combination. So the form is in good hands with them. They're crowdfunding the project, which is the point of this post.
Please support Desmond's and Tom's project. There's lots of perks you can buy -- in fact, for the right price you can pick a movie you want them to parody, and they'll do it -- complete with a picture of you worked into it. To support them follow this indiegogo link. Tell 'em Moish sent you.
Session: Aquatic Horrors, Week 4
Movie: Humanoids from the Deep (1980)
Directed by Barbara Peeters
Session: Aquatic Horrors, Week 3
Movie: Frogs (1972)
Directed by George McCowan
Session: Aquatic Horrors, Week 2
Movie: Screamers (1979)
Directed by Sergio Martino
Session: Aquatic Horrors, Week 1
Movie: Killer Fish (1979)
Directed by Antonio Margheriti
The Franchise is dead. There is no other Franchise.
I'm kind of torn about how to approach this. I'm not a big baseball fan anymore. Arguably, I was never a big baseball fan -- I was a Mets fan. And, in particular, I was a Tom Seaver fan. Growing up as a Mets fan in the 1970's, there was no way to avoid being a Tom Seaver fan.
I was just a couple years too young to appreciate the Mets' world series victory in 1969 -- capping an ascent to respectability (and greatness?) that Seaver catalyzed. But he was the Mets' biggest star for the first several years of my awareness of baseball. And so I followed him, and memorized his stats.
I was heartbroken when the Mets traded him in 1977, but I remained a fan of his -- which did cause me some level of internal conflict when he pitched against my Mets. I continued to memorize his statistics. I was happy for him when he pitched a no-hitter against the Cardinals in 1978, though I felt sad that he wasn't wearing a Mets uniform when he did it.
I could go on, but to what end?
When I would play ball with Jimmy or Anthony (who lived down the block from me), I was always pretending that I was Tom Seaver. Same when I played ball with my schoolmates, Morgan and Joel. Joel, for some reason, liked to pretend he was Vida Blue. I never figured that out.
The thing is, sports stars come and go. In the day, I rooted for Rusty Staub, for Daryl Strawberry, for Dwight Gooden. And for so many others. But Tom Seaver was the first ballplayer I rooted for as an individual (as opposed to as part of a team). And in the annals of the Mets, he was more than just a star. He was the franchise.
A part of my childhood died on Monday.