Snapchat Betting On Bitstrips Appeal. Firm reportedly plans to pay $100 million for app that puts avatars into emojis.
—Los Angeles Times March 26, 2016
I take false pride in reading the daily newspaper cover to cover (by cracky). In truth I gloss over articles that do not re-enforce my increasingly shaky world view. I also give short shrift to subjects I do not understand. I read the LA Times business section story by Paresh Dave with my head cocked liked a large dog unsure whether he is about to go for a walk or to the vet’s office. Emojis, which are an annoyance I have a superficial understanding of, are being customized and the resultant bitmojis will provide the user a unique way to pass on greetings, get well wishes, and eviction notices. Somewhere bitmojis’ great grandfather (a circle with two dots and a dash) known as Smiley Face is looking on with pride and no doubt an insipid grin.
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A few years ago I was in a lengthy, pleasant, but ultimately futile discussion with Eddie, a service rep for an unnamed long distance carrier (all right, it begins with a V). Eddie and I were laughing it up, talking about customizing and re-bundling my package so my monthly bill would not be mistaken for the national debt projections. We were being recorded for training purposes but I really thought we had a good rapport. Since he was laughing at my jokes I never mentioned cord cutting or threatened to install aluminum foil wrapped rabbit ears on my roof. I offered to give up the Gardening Channel and 50 Croatian-Filipino stations in exchange for Showtime (so I could watch Homeland). This was a nonstarter. Looking for things to cut, Eddie mentioned offhandedly that I was paying two dollars a month to have an unlisted land line. More on principle than actual cash savings, we decided to axe it.
Did I mention that JoAnne (the editor) was not home when Eddie and I were doing our business? When she found out a few days later, you would have thought I had unleashed the Hounds from Hell. The unlisted number keeps the telemarketers at bay! As she was near tears, it didn’t seem the time to bring up the two dollars. We redoubled our efforts to get on Do Not Call lists. At first I answered the phone and implored the solicitor not to call again. Some I even told how my wife was becoming unbalanced and inexplicably agitated by the sound of a ringing telephone.
There must have been something in my voice that suggested I really do want aluminum siding, solar panels, or an interest free zirconium (plated) text activated debit credit card which if held under a strontium 90 light (sold separately) will correctly predict eight of the next ten winners of the Kentucky Derby. Finally JoAnne and I stopped answering the land line and began relying on our cell phones. Unfortunately solicitation calls are even beginning to creep onto our cells. I suggested we get “burners” and discard them regularly like on Homeland. I believe JoAnne has forgiven me but is reluctant to take this large a step. Besides, what would I tell Eddie?
Tom H. Cook is still laughing over a line on the radio: “Looking back on my life, I realize that quicksand has not been as big a problem as I thought it would be when I was a child.”