During and after my coverage of the Occupy Oakland action in Emeryville, several people wrote to me on Twitter over the weekend expressing concern; the majority were retail workers themselves, annoyed at the extra work of having to replace large amounts of stock on an already very busy day. A common refrain was, “We’re the 99% too.”
Charlie Todd again, on Improv Everywhere: “I’ve seen some criticism that some of our retail pranks were rude towards the minimum-wage workers in the stores, but those workers usually react very positively to something fun happening during their work day. The managers and security guards at Best Buy called 911 and threw us out, but the average employees were laughing and taking photos when their bosses weren’t looking. I worked retail for years, and I know I always appreciated breaks in the normal routine of working the floor. I do think it’s important for protesters staging stunts in retail stores to consider everyone involved.”
When I asked him about the Twitter criticisms I heard, Shon was incredulous—were these people from Occupy Oakland? I said I didn’t think they were.
“It is very easy for disengaged people to rest their heads on the pillow of criticism.”
Describing anything technical - be it phone, application code, database schema, load balancer configuration, ANYTHING AT ALL COLD AND DIGITAL - as “sexy”
The fact that this is real has the house giggling with excitement. Will she wear a Christmas sweater? Will people knock on the door and be invited in to sing around a piano?
Why turkey and waffles? Glitter babies? Excitement!
When we were buying a bag-full of Trader Joe’s salsa (really, 10 jars), the clerk of the register a step over remarked that the man and I looked as though we were from “the Pink Panther cartoons.” Really? How?
Stop being lazy.
I’m finding child pageant contestants pretty incredible. Pageant directors? Parents? Different story.
What’s with the odd, totally unnatural dances moves the kids do when they’re walking the stage? Especially that weird vigorous nodding over raised fists. I tried to find a video clip -but got too creeped out by the video montages on YouTube to keep looking. I guess I’m just as creepy writing about it, right?
In other news - I am in a Toddlers & Tiaras black hole. Tomorrow, I should move the art party upstairs and away from this crack tv.