June Rants

My daughter got an ear infection. She was rather sweet about it and decided to act completely normally so that I wouldn’t think anything was wrong until pus started pouring out her ear. We went to the doctor and, after a visit with a specialist, she’s been put on bubblegum flavored amoxicillin. It tastes bad regardless of the flavor so it is really hard to get her to take it.

With all that background, I pit the pharmaceutical companies that make medicine flavorings. They are dirty lies and they know it. They also make the medicine stain everything. I thought by now we would be in the future and have flying cars. But we don’t even have actually bubblegum flavored antibiotics.

Two days into summer break (my boys are in year-round school) and I’m ready for it to be over!

I never minded the taste of amoxicillin growing up, but anything bubblegum flavored is nasty. Including bubblegum.

Wow, Firefox spellcheck. You think the correct spelling of amoxicillin is “penicillin?” Hang on, I need to hit you with a Merck manual.

A CRC might be better, if only because it’s heavier and hardcover.

I don’t want to name the event, or the organization or the people involved - partly because I’m a huge fucking pussy, but mostly because I want to be hired to replace these goobers next year, and naming and shaming people you want to give you money is generally counter-productive.

But I have to vent.

There is a music festival happening, and this organization is handling a tiny portion of it. A company was hired to webcast a portion of the festival. Not a huge portion, but just the part this organization is producing.

And it has been, without a doubt and in every way possible, a gigantic cluster-fuck. Wait, I take that back. I’ve seen cluster-fucks, and they looked a lot more enjoyable for both the participants and the observers.

In this scenario, here are the players:

[ol]
[li]The company[/li][li]The social media promotion people[/li][li]The webcasters[/li][/ol]

The company looks, from everything I’ve seen, to be producing the actual event well. The still photos look fine, and the company representatives have been interviewed and came across reasonably well when interviewed.

The social media promotion people looks like they have done a decent job with the graphics and the promotional part. But that is the least important part of a webcast. They are doing a great job of promoting a mess.

The webcasters really screwed the pooch, and are the ones who deserve the biggest share of my scorn.

First off, the camera is not just another fucking piece of gear, the camera is the heart of the operation! If you don’t have good cameras and good camera work, you don’t have anything to webcast! If you’re just going to set up the camera and do a talking heads style interview, turn off the damn autofocus! During one of the interminable interviews, the camera kept jumping out of focus.

Oh yeah, the interviews. A handful of the interviews were reasonably entertaining, but this was a music festival. There was almost no music. OK, wait, there was some music but none from the festival! The only music was provided by some of the social media promotion companies other clients - who were an entirely different genre. It was like tuning in to see Ozzy and getting the Osmonds.

Why was there no music from the Festival? Two possibilities:

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[li]They were using Google+[/li][li]They are utter incompetents[/li][li]Both[/li][/ol]

OK, with #1 - I’ve webcast a few concerts in my day. And the one thing I’ve found is that Google+/YouTube Hangouts on Air use the same Content ID system. I usually use UStream, but one concert, I tried to use Hangouts on Air. As soon as the Content ID system recognized a song, it did exactly what it says it will do in their Terms of Service, carefully spelled out in their FAQ:

Content ID scans all live streams and Hangouts on Air for third party content. When Content ID identifies third party content, it may terminate your live broadcast. Live streams and Hangouts on Air can also be terminated if they receive a copyright strike or a Community Guidelines strike.

What this means is, as soon as it is able to identify a song it cuts your ass off. YouTube sends an e-mail to the account. You can restart it, but as soon as it gets to another song it recognizes, it drops you again. On the third strike, your channel is banned:

Before your live broadcast is terminated, you will be warned to stop broadcasting the third-party content our system has identified. If you comply with this warning, your broadcast will be allowed to continue. If you do not, it will be terminated and you may lose access to this feature.

If Content ID terminates three of your live broadcasts within a six-month period, you will lose access to live streaming and Hangouts on Air for six months. You can check the number of live broadcasts blocked by Content ID in your Live Events.

“Content”, in this case, is any song that has been submitted to YouTube by a record company. Now if you have uploaded a song to YouTube, it IDs the owner of the copyrighted song, allows you to click a button that says “Yes, dumbass, I know it’s a copyrighted song. That’s why I covered it.” YouTube puts an ad for the original song next to your cover so someone can purchase it from the Google Play store, everybody happy (unless the copyright owner is Led Zeppelin or Prince). It is possible that they weren’t cut off by the Content ID system, but it rather famously can identify songs playing on the radio in the background of a parents cell phone video of their toddler dancing around. Or even the White House, who got cut off during their first Hangout on Air.

#2 - Incompetence. The webcasting company apparently was trying to use the festival wifi! Yeah, that will work, right up to the point when anyone else tries to use it. Google it’s self wasn’t able to provide decent wi-fi at their recent developer conference! If you can’t afford to get your own damn data line brought in, you rent a bonded cellular system! They link multiple cell phones, from different companies, into one data link.

So the webcast, which one might assume would have, you know, music, instead featured nothing but talking heads. And they couldn’t even pull that off! When they did have an interview, it was like the damn camera was mounted on a stick and had no pan head. The heads of people being interviewed were all in the bottom third of the screen with nothing but an excellent view of the rest of the empty room! I just watched their last interview. It featured three people and two microphones. Two of them were with the organization. But the third? This pinhead claims to be someone who teaches “communication” at some benighted college. She never noticed that she was holding one of the two microphones during the entire interview and never passed it over to the third person! I sure wouldn’t want to be learning how to communicate from her. To make it more annoying, she was wearing Google Glass! A Glasshole who isn’t even monitoring her Google+ comments live? I need to check Rate My Teacher to see what her students think of her.

I have a lipoma on my right side, but it never hurts and isn’t in the way, so I never had anything done with it. I think I have one on my (tmi alert) pubic mound that DOES hurt, but it seems to be going away. I have my Well Woman exam next week and if it is still there I’ll tell my doc about it.

Divorce update - we are kinda-sorta separated, but still living together as if there is nothing weird going on. I am going to start looking for a small apartment this week with the intent of moving at the end of the month. We just need some time, I think. A one-year lease should help move a decision along.

In other rant-y news, my boyfriend/lover is seeing someone else. (Facebook relationship status = it’s complicated) and it is tearing me up. I may have to break up with him, too. And although I don’t want to discuss the dynamics of my relationships here, I just want to clarify that everyone knows about everyone else.

There is nothing in the whole wide world like being on vacation, with family, and needing to make a 30 minute midnight drive to the hospital, down country lanes, with a sick baby bean. While said baby’s grandparents insist that if you just held her right, it would clear up.

It cleared up, after one intern who was spectacularly bad with babies, an old doctor that looked like a cross between Boris Karloff and Peter Cushing and the rounds of ventolin via nebuliser. They kept us about fifteen hours, total.

Sucks to you, ass-mar.

Monday is off to a lovely start. Wound up sitting near someone on the bus who was having an intense conversation with the invisible man (not on a cell phone, hands empty and no Bluetooth present), and I could smell alcohol from six feet away. We’re due for triple-digit temperatures today, too.

We started cleaning the basement yesterday. It’s a huge job, as the basement has become the dumping ground for assorted things for the past 7 years. TheKid used to collect glass shoes - antiques, kinda. That was her Thing when the family would go antique shopping (we each had a Thing we collected). She decided she was over them, so off they would go to Goodwill. Packed up the truck and off we went.
When we dropped off our stuff, she told the guy that the green box was full of fragile antique glassware, be careful, please.
Ka-Thunk
It was dumped in a bin. They then grabbed a heavy box of books and tossed it on top of the glassware.
I cried. It’s silly - I mean, we were getting rid of them, but for fucks sake, can’t you at least treat stuff decently? I think of the times we spent with the WHOLE family (the ones we’re no longer speaking to and my [now] deceased dad) digging around in dusy shops, how happy TheKid was to “find a Find” only to have them shattered - literally. Logically, I know once they’re out of our hands, someone could use them for target practice. But damn, at least let us leave the fucking building.

Oof. I had asthma all my life, but I don’t think I had any incidents like that as a baby (I know I wouldn’t remember but I think I would have heard about it later). Back when I was a kid, my “emergency” nebulizer had to be kept in the refrigerator, so it wasn’t much good if I was away from home.

(like those boys on the island)

I have to pit my youngest sister, though this probably deserves a thread in itself.

I am the oldest of three girls. My husband and I are infertile, and my middle sister, Lana (not her real name), is also infertile because she had cancer twice as a teenager and all the chemo and radiation caused her to lose her fertility. So that leaves the youngest, Louise (also not her real name).

She’s never been the healthiest person - she’s the last smoker in the family, she’s quite overweight, she is not very hygienic - but she was blessed with super fertility. The first month she was off birth control with her now husband (they married when she was 8 months or so) she got pregnant. That was difficult, especially for me, because I was in the middle of round two of IUI and had little to no hope at that point. I probably wasn’t as involved as I should have been in her pregnancy, but I did what I could (from a distance - I live over 1000 km’s away) and went to meet my new niece when she was born. Of course, I was in love with her and am a doting aunt.

Louise struggled with the new baby, and was depending significantly on our mother to help. In the midst of Louise’s pregnancy and my nieces infancy, our mother was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis and had about a year of very rough flare ups, to the point that she couldn’t use her hands. Despite her ongoing health issues, she did what she could for Louise because she just didn’t seem to be able to learn how to be a mom.

During the first year and a half of my niece’s life, Louise and her husband’s marriage became one continuous fight. They had screaming arguments, horrible finances (they borrow money from my parents on a regular basis), and suspicions of infidelity. So what does a couple in this horrible financial and relationship state do? That’s right, they tried for number two, and were successful on month one off birth control.

So Louise is pregnant again and the drama increases. She has raging black outs and at one point the police had to be called and she was admitted to the hospital. She had my nephew, and I fell in love all over again in a different way, but of course it didn’t fix the marriage. Shortly after my nephew was born, Louise hit what we thought was rock bottom and she was finally diagnosed with bi-polar disorder. She was put on medication and has a psychologist she sees once a month. But it didn’t help. Things continued to get worse (it’s funny how when you think someone has hit rock bottom, you realize later on that they were really still on the fifth floor).

Last week what we knew would eventually happen finally happened. Someone called social services, likely because of a rage she posted on her public Facebook page about how she wished she’d never had kids and she wishes she could leave it all and live her own life. They went to her house and saw what a hoarder she is. They ordered her to clean it up and move my nephew’s crib in to the master bedroom (she was co-sleeping, which is a no-no here). Lana rushed over to help, and during the clean (which Louise hardly participated in), they found used needles (she is the president of a local animal rescue and vaccinates the animals - another story in itself), gallons of bleach on the bathroom floor that my niece uses, dried dog shit under the kitchen table, rotten food under the couch in the living room, etc., etc. They took all the laundry to the laundry mat and Lana spent $100 to wash and dry it all - a foot and a half of dirty clothes from the master bedroom and my niece’s bedroom floors. Lana and Louise’s husband worked until nine pm cleaning as much as possible while Louise smoked, talked on the phone, visited with a friend, and groomed a dog (dog grooming is her side business, which she does in the house…).

The day after, Lana showed up to continue to help Louise. Louise said she had a ‘protest’ related to the animal rescue to attend. Shocked, Lana asked her what her priorities were. She said ‘the rescue, the rescue animals, and my kids’. In that order. She then told Lana that she could ‘stay and clean if she wants to’, but Louise wouldn’t be helping. So, yeah. Lana left angry.

Social services is back later this week to check on progress, but it sounds like the house is still a mess. Our parents and Lana (and her husband) took care of the kids this weekend and had a good talk with Louise’s husband. We are offering him our support should he take the final step and leave her, and try for custody of the kids. Lana will be calling the social worker early this week to tell her the whole truth (including that Louise is abusing Ativan, prescription pain killers, and pot, and that she’s threatened the lives of the kids to her husband when he threatened to leave) and advise them that there is family in place to take the kids/support the husband if they want to remove them from Louise’s custody.

There is so much more (including that the husband is a textbook case of a domestically abused husband - including physical violence), but the long and the short of it is that it is SO UNFAIR that Lana and I have so much love to give our own children that we struggle to have and our fertile sister seemingly does not love her own children, and is in fact horribly neglectful and selfish. What happened to her that she is this…person I don’t understand or even what to be associated with? How can she be my own sister?

:frowning:

Back.

Boy howdy, does Denver do weed. Cop passing by near Capital Hill (wave of intense marijuana smell in his wake). Everywhere I went, including the zoo. 6:45am Sunday, 50-something woman gets on the elevator with me in the hotel, baked off her ass. Happily proclaims Denver better than Amsterdam. Woman vaping it 2 rows ahead of me on the bus to the airport. Blast of it wafts out of the kitchen of the Mexican restaurant *inside *the airport.

More homeless people in Denver (Downtown and Lodo), but not a single one of them asked me for money. You wouldn’t get 2 blocks on Nicollet Mall in Minneapolis without being accosted.

Dang, EmAnJ, you’re right; there’s not much mini about that at all.

And you’re also right about life not being fair. I hope your sister, brother-in-law, and mostly your niece and nephew all get the help they need. I don’t know what more there is to say.

Except that I’m holding good strong supportive thoughts for you and Lana. Peace.

July mini-rants thread.