Now, it computes

Anyone notice that all of a sudden there are a lot of TV ads for UC Davis Health System – the ones where these physician-type people are cycling, rowing and going about their daily business in their lab coats, and looking very physiciany?

I couldn’t figure it out because I’ve never seen anyone out in the city dressed up like a physician going for a jog. But then it made sense…

I believe that the “physicians” in the commercials are not real physicians, at least in the human sense. They are, in fact, physician androids designed and constructed by the health system for the sole purpose to practice medicine. I call them “physiciadroids”.

What’s my proof? The narrator in the commercials is none other than Brent Spiner – aka LT. COMMANDER DATA of the STARSHIP ENTERPRISE (1701-D). If that doesn’t give this whole thing away, I don’t know what would.

Remember bouncy balls?

Tramp Stamps

I sure do and going to a pizza parlor or gas station was a real treat when Mom or Dad would shell out a nickel or dime for me to get a shiny new ball from the machine. Ah, those were the days, right? And if you were really in luck you’d come across the coveted Super Bouncy Ball machine.

Well, my friends, as you can tell from the photo, times, they have a changed. These were found at the Taco Bell on Fair Oaks and Arden. Man, nothing says being a kid more than tramp stamps and dollar signs!

Can you smell it coming in the air tonight?

An observant and curious reader sends me the following:

Is it just me or has anyone noticed the foul smell in the air around town? I know that Sacramento has been labelled a cow town, but it sure is smelling like cow shit around here since this latest storm passed through. Is there something I’m missing? Is there a livestock zone somewhere near here? I’ve lived in Sac for 15+ years and never caught whiff of this before…

Personally I haven’t had the pleasure. My recent forays downtown have suffered their share of sensory offenses but none was the distinct odor of cow shit.

Paging Dirk Benedict

I’m sure this phenomenon is by no means unique to the Greater Sacramento region, but nothing makes me feel more like Ward Cleaver than shaggy haircuts on the young men, aged 8-12. I get the feeling that the parents of these boys with the shaggy hair (what’s next, slingshots in the back pocket? hooch? marbles!!!??) think it looks very appropriate, a classic hairstyle, even. Wake up. Your kids are walking all over you. This new shaggy cut, the rebirth of the coif made famous by Shaun Cassidy (pictured) and his ilk of the 70s, is no better than the rat-tail was, but at least with the rat-tail, everybody knew what was going on–if your kid had one, everybody but you thought it was ugly, unless their kids also had rat-tails.

Watch out for them, Sacramento. If you see a group of young men, and one of them has a shaggy haircut, I guarantee that’s the one who will cause the trouble. Would you trust that he had not spit on your pizza while delivering it? Would you let him anywhere near your daughters? Would you trust him to give correct insurance information when he rear ends you in his 4Runner (if not now, soon enough)?

Some great hairstyle research to be done at Gene’s Barber Shop.

Spider-Man backpacks: the new Swatch?

spidermanbackpack.jpg

This morning when I got on my bus (50E, the fastest ride from the Southside to downtown) I saw three young men–about 12 or 13– all with Spider-Man backpacks like the one shown at right. I thought it was sort of cute, like maybe they were way into Spidey when the blockbuster movie came out and they aren’t ready to grow up yet, or mom wouldn’t shell out for a replacement. But it was three of them. And then waiting for my return bus after work, I saw an older high school gal, perhaps even 18, sporting Spidey on her back. What is the deal? Anybody hip to the youth of Sacramento and their customs? Should we be worried? Was it 2 separate sightings with no connection and no implication?

Speaking of Driving

Speaking of driving, I’ve had a fascination with people’s license plate frames recently after finding out, with a well placed inquiry, that the license plate frames with “KA 4993” on them are not flashing CB call letters nor some secret Mormon code as I had previously deduced, but instead indicate that the driver is a family member of a CHP officer.

This got me thinking of other area specific car adornments, and, by far, I find the most annoying to be the “Harrold Ford since 1911” license plate frame. Why, you ask? Because, Harrold Ford, if you’ve been around since 1911 then you have had time to fix the stupid license plate frame you have where the numbers 1-9-1-1 run up into the corner of the frame like it was designed by some 6 year old who started with letters that were too big and still tried to cram everything in at the end of the line. Have some pride for Chrissakes. If your logo doesn’t fit on your advertising medium then maybe it’s time to find a new logo or a new medium, not to fit your oh so catchy logo on the back of a Focus that’s cluttered with “Mystery Spot” and “Keep Tahoe Blue” stickers. For the love of God, just put your name on the frame and leave it at that. Is that so hard? Maybe I should start taking the Light Rail.

I fought the law…

You’ll remember from a few months ago, this little controversy:

Because California law prohibits punishing police officers over the number of citations issued, Fairfield Police Chief Bill Gresham has denied the department uses any ticket quotas. John White, who retired as a sergeant four years ago, disputes this claim saying that those who didn’t issue enough tickets were labeled “red” and punished while those who wrote a large number of tickets were labeled “green” and rewarded. The city of 100,000 earns $494,000 from traffic fines and $62,000 from parking tickets each year.

There may be something to this, Sacramento. Let me tell you my story…
Continue reading “I fought the law…”