picture of bill's head in a jarWhat's In Bill's Head?

Proof that mockery pays

In which Bill's facile mockery finally pays off
Jan 312013
 

I’m sorry, Dear Reader, that you haven’t heard much from me lately. I know you don’t care, but I do. Things have been too busy at work, or something. But I have lots of great ideas in the works, so stay tuned and prepare to be disappointed all over again.

In the meantime, here’s the third-funniest that’s happened to me all week (so far!): Remember way back last year when I made fun of the The Personal Internet Address & Password Log Book? Well, someone walked away from my review with completely the wrong idea. They clicked through my link to Amazon and bought one, earning me an Amazon Associates commission of 16¢. That may not sound like a lot, but that’s enough to qualify as the most remunerative post I’ve ever written (or maybe second-most, if you count the free Mucca Pazza album I got for talking about them). So, thanks, anonymous person who decided, despite my scorn, that they really needed one of those things. I will think of you fondly as I spend my 16¢ windfall!

Hunting for treasure in the sewers of London

Toshers made a living digging through the sewers of 19th-century London for items of value
Oct 022012
 

Some years ago I read Charles Palliser’s novel The Quincunx. Though I don’t remember much about the book at this point, it stands out in my mind as one of my favorites. Perhaps one day I will reread it and see if it holds up.

One thing I do remember from the book is that it introduced me to toshers (I have mentioned them before)–the people who made their living scrounging through the sewers of 19th-century London looking for items of value. I was therefore quite excited when I came across Mike Dash’s post about toshers in Smithsonian magazine’s Past Imperfect blog. Dash describes

the men who made their living by forcing entry into London’s sewers at low tide and wandering through them, sometimes for miles, searching out and collecting the miscellaneous scraps washed down from the streets above: bones, fragments of rope, miscellaneous bits of metal, silver cutlery and–if they were lucky–coins dropped in the streets above and swept into the gutters.

The work was dirty and dangerous (“what a tosher feared more than anything else was not death by suffocation or explosion, but attacks by rats”) but apparently surprisingly lucrative, earning toshers enough “to rank them among the aristocracy of the working class.”

After you’ve read up on toshers, learn more about what was going on beneath London in the 19th century in Dash’s post about the first attempt to build a tunnel under the Thames.

You could also read The Quincunx and let me know what you think.

Something inspiring for a change: bicycling from Washington, DC to Austin, TX

In which Bill meets an interesting guy. Also there may or may not be an Octopus Slide.
Aug 132012
 

When I go out for a bike ride on the weekend, I often go with a group. It’s nice to have people to talk to and to know someone’s there to help out if I get into trouble. But on the other hand, I have to get out of bed and show up on time to start the ride, and at the end of it all I sometimes feel like I’ve just passed a lot of beautiful scenery that I forgot to look at because I was too busy looking at the back of the person in front of me and worrying about maintaining the pace. Partly this is due to the nature and riding style of this group, and partly it’s my own fault.

When I go out for a long ride on my own, I sometimes end up feeling like I’ve had an adventure. This is especially true when I ride in an area I’m not familiar with, or improvise a route. I slow down to look at the scenery. Sometimes I stop to take pictures. If the ride ends up taking far longer than I expected, that makes it feel even more like it was an adventure. It’s a nice feeling even though the “adventure” quotient is actually fairly low. Even if I’m on a new route, I’m generally in an area I’m roughly familiar with, and if something catastrophic were to happen I could always call a friend or family member to come rescue me.

On Sunday I was out on my own for a moderately-difficult 60-mile ride. I hadn’t set out to do anything too ambitious because I wanted to get home with time and energy to deal with some chores. By the time I came into Front Royal after 25 miles, though, I was enjoying the ride and the slightly-nicer-than-it-has-been-lately weather. I had already made one brief detour in search of the “Octopus Slide” (which I never did find, so clearly their idea of “all day!” did not include the middle part of the day). So in search of further adventure I decided I’d extend my ride by getting on Skyline Drive, riding uphill five miles or so to the end of the first big climb, then coming back to continue on my way.

Five miles along Skyline Drive I stopped at the Dickey Ridge visitor center for a food break (and a crappy cellphone picture that I won’t bother posting but I will bother mentioning). While I was there I saw a guy with a loaded-up touring bike (my favorite part: the solar panel strapped across the rear panniers for charging his phone and computer). I asked him how far he was headed, expecting to hear that he was riding the length of Skyline Drive, or maybe Skyline Drive plus the Blue Ridge Parkway. Instead he said (with a distinct Scottish accent) that he was riding to Austin. As in: Texas. This was day three of his 10-week, 2500-mile ride.

I learned that he lives in Brighton (England) and is a fan of American music–country, blues, folk, etc. He’s also a fan of bicycling and felt like he needed an adventure, so he decided to combine the two interests and come tour the parts of the country where the music was born. There isn’t a well-documented and -traveled bike route for this tour (by comparison, there are lots of resources to help you plan a coast-to-coast ride), so he pieced a route together as best he could using Google Maps. He couldn’t tell on Google Maps which roads are paved and which aren’t, so he’ll have to take his chances. He doesn’t seem to know many people in this country, so he doesn’t have much of a support network to draw on if something goes wrong.

After we talked for a bit my own ride for the day was seeming decidedly less adventurous. Rather than turning back as I had planned, I rode a few more miles along Skyline Drive first to make sure I was getting as much as possible out of my day. It even occurred to me to just keep riding until I couldn’t go any further and then figure out what to do next, but that seemed more stupid than adventurous, so I headed back to Front Royal and resumed my original ride, turning in a respectable 75 miles for the day.

As I rode on I realized I hadn’t even gotten the guy’s name, much less asked him if he had a blog where I could follow his progress (everyone has a blog for everything, right?) Fortunately there aren’t a lot of people cycling from Washington to Austin this summer, so 45 seconds with Google was all it took for me to learn that his name is Iain and his blog for the trip is here. Go follow along while you’re waiting for me to do something interesting with my life and write about it.

Oh, there was one bit of extra adventure for me on my ride: toward the end I was shot at by some jackass kid with an air rifle or paintball gun or something like that. No doubt he’ll grow up to be one of those people who thinks it’s funny to throw beer bottles at cyclists or try to run them off the road. Here’s hoping Iain is spared this little part of the American experience.

Joan Miró, technology visionary?

Did Joan Miró paint a picture of a laptop computer in 1922?
Jun 132012
 

The National Gallery of Art currently has a large exhibition of works by Joan Miró.  It’s  a well-organized show that does a great job of providing background and context for his work. As for the art itself, I like his earlier paintings, but the later, more abstract work mostly does not resonate with me.

One of the best-known early-period paintings is “The Farm,” which Miró painted in 1921–22 and which was once owned by Ernest Hemingway.

image of "The Farm" painting by Joan Miró
National Gallery of Art / Successió Miró/Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York/ADAGP, Paris

There’s a lot going on in there, but take a look toward the bottom right corner. What’s that rooster sitting on?

detail of a section of "The Farm" by Joan Miró

I spent a long time staring at this up close at the museum, and I’m pretty sure it’s a laptop computer with a pie chart on the screen. Maybe that rabbit was working on a spreadsheet?

Music review: “Safety Fifth” by Mucca Pazza

In which Bill tries to do a proper review of Mucca Pazza's new album but as usual talks more about the process than about the subject
Jun 122012
 

Album cover for Mucca Pazza's "Safety Fifth"I’ve been sitting around Bill’s Head World Headquarters for years now waiting in vain for people to start sending me free products and/or cash to get me to promote their wares, like on all those mommy blogs and gadget blogs. It’s a flawed plan, I realize, for many reasons, and I was just about ready to give up and start looking for a better way to put away money for retirement. But then last week the gravy train arrived: possibly because I am a widely-read and influential music critic, but more likely because I said a few nice things about Mucca Pazza and posted a video from their new album, Safety Fifth, I got an e-mail from the band’s publicity people at rock paper scissors, inviting me to download and review the album. That’s right: free stuff!

Mucca Pazza band photoC.B Lindsey via Mucca Pazza

Once I got over the excitement of being an industry insider and having access to the album before its release, though, I realized I had a problem: I felt a responsibility to write something more insightful than “I like it” (cf. my recent “review” of The Turpentine Ray, which I feel slightly ashamed and apologetic about). Why? I’m not sure.* Certainly the insight bar is pretty low here at Bill’s Head, and I am not actually a widely-read and influential music critic. Or a music critic at all. I like music, sure, but I don’t spend a lot of time thinking (much less writing) critically about it. Still, there I was, feeling like I had an assignment to complete, even though friends reminded me that I did not, in fact, have to write anything at all if I didn’t want to.

As I downloaded Safety Fifth, I thought about why, as much as I enjoyed the one and a half Mucca Pazza performances I have seen, I had not gotten around to listening to or buying either of their two previous albums. Partly this had been due to laziness and forgetfulness, but partly it was because I worried that the excitement (and novelty) of the live performances would not carry over to the recording.

photo of Mucca Pazza performing live
8 Eyes Photography via Mucca Pazza

Mucca Pazza describe themselves as a “circus-punk marching band,” and the costumes they’re wearing in the picture above are not just something they put on for their portrait. They have brass, woodwinds, and percussion, like your standard marching band. But they also have a string and accordion section (with amplifiers and helmet-mounted speakers) and manic cheerleaders. Their shows feature marching, choreography, audience interaction, and pom-pons made of caution tape. Without the theatrics, could the music stand on its own?

This is a challenge for a band like Mucca Pazza, but it’s also a challenge for me: having seen them live, is it possible to assess the album qua album, without being influenced by associations with the live act? Let’s find out.

The album opens with “Boss Taurus.” I assume they must have played it when I saw them perform last month, but I don’t remember it specifically from that show. Instead I knew it from the video that they released for it. The song puts a smile on my face every time I hear it, because I can picture the video in my head, and the video in turn conveys the personality that makes the band so much fun. Even without benefit of the video, the song captures the spirit of the band: it’s energetic and playful, and gives each instrument section a turn in the spotlight (except the cheerleaders, who sadly aren’t included on this album§). The interplay between instruments is a recurring theme in the music on the album, sometimes subtle, sometimes conversational, and sometimes competitive.

I was expecting the album to consist primarily of songs in the frenetic vein of “Boss Taurus,” since that’s the style that seems most likely to convey the excitement of a live Mucca Pazza performance. The surf-rock “Sexy Bull” and “Maui Waui 5-0″ (a nod to the music of “Hawaii Five-O” and other television shows of its period and style) certainly deliver on this, and are the attention-grabbing standouts on the album, at least on first listen.

To my surprise, though, the album is dominated by less-explosive (not to say less energetic) pieces, displaying a wide range of styles (sometimes mixed within the same song), including a fanfare, marches, two tangos, and more.

I’ve read that many of the musicians in Mucca Pazza are or were active in the Chicago theatre music scene, and that shows: several of the songs seem to be telling a story (“Last Days”) or play like riffs on incidental music from a play or film noir (“Monster Tango”). The press kit describes “Hang ’Em Where I Can See ’Em” as reflecting “a fascination with the work of Ennio Morricone,” and I can see a tense scene from a spaghetti western playing out in my head every time I listen to it. “Touch the Police” makes me think of the “circus” part of the band’s self-description: it conjures images of clowns on unicycles (or maybe just Muccas scurrying through the audience while playing).

I admit that the first few times I listened to Safety Fifth I found myself thinking of some of these songs as filler between the strategically-placed, crank-up-the-volume “Boss Taurus” (beginning), “Sexy Bull” (middle), and “Maui Waui 5-0″ (second to last). But I was missing the point: these songs are precisely what prove that the band is more than just its live show. Mucca Pazza isn’t just a novelty act with a few crowd-pleasing numbers. The members of the band are clearly talented and curious musicians, determined to see how many musical styles they can adapt to their marching-band format, and they’re having a lot of fun doing it.

So, what about the original question: can I assess the album as a standalone work? Sort of. And what about the question implied by the original question: will you like this album if you haven’t already fallen in love with Mucca Pazza? My considered opinion: some of you will and some of you won’t.

Because it has taken me an inordinately long time to get this post written, it’s turned into a review of a just-released (i.e., today) rather than a soon-to-be-released album. That’s good news for you, because you can immediately go listen to or buy Safety Fifth and form your own opinion, making everything that I have just bloviated about largely irrelevant.

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A reminder for those of you in the Washington, DC area: Mucca Pazza is playing a free show this Saturday at the Tour de Fat. They’re also appearing Friday night at the 9:30 Club with Balkan Beat Box, about whom I know absolutely nothing. Sadly I don’t think I will make it to either show due to a scheduling conflict with, ironically, a bicycle ride.

Notes

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How’s that for insight? ↵
If you haven’t already, take a look at the videos in my previous posts, plus this one. ↵
Those sound like adjectives a music writer would use, right? ↵
§
The cheerleaders are featured a few times on the previous album, Plays Well Together, which I ended up buying for comparison purposes while working on this review. ↵

Happy Birthday, Niece!

Happy fourth birthday to my niece
Jun 122012
 

Happy Birthday, Niece!* Not that you will see this, because your are four years old and your laptop is pretend and plays “Old MacDonald” but does not connect to the Internet, and your smartphone is real but it’s deactivated, and your parents can’t show it to you because they never come here so they won’t know about it, either. But it’s the thought that counts, they say, so when I show up at your birthday party later today without a gift, just remember that I thought about you and that will be just as good.

Bill with NieceBill with Niece at age 12 days (Niece is 12 days, Bill is older)

 

Notes

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Name withheld for privacy to prevent online stalking or whatever. ↵

Report Disable Motorist

Do your duty, citizen: report disable motorist
Jun 062012
 

roadside message board reading "REPORT DISABLE MOTORIST"

Created at Atom Smasher

Driving along the highway today I saw one of those generator-powered roadside signs with this message:

REPORT
DISABLE
MOTORIST

That’s a fake version of the sign over there at the right because I wasn’t able to snap a picture of the real one as I went by at 65 55 mph. Though I did consider, more than briefly, getting off the road and looping back with camera at the ready so I could get a picture.

The real sign was narrower (or the type bigger) than the fake sign pictured here, so “DISABLE” wasn’t so much a typo as a running out of space. Clearly they meant: “REPORT DISABLED MOTORISTS.” Page 2 of the message told me to call #77 to make my report.

For a moment I considered calling to report the fellow in the next lane with the wheelchair symbol on his license plate, but then I realized they wanted me to report disabled vehicles, not motorists. If I were a slightly different person, I would have called anyway and recorded the conversation for your enjoyment.

Another plug for Mucca Pazza

Check out Mucca Pazza. You will like them.
Jun 012012
 

During a brief trip to Cleveland last Summer I caught part of a performance by the circus-punk marching band Mucca Pazza and loved them. I got to see them again last month when they came to Washington, DC, for two performances as part of a street arts event put on by the Kennedy Center (you can find video of one of their performances here), and I loved them all over again.

They have a new album coming out soon and recently released a video for one of their songs, which you will enjoy unless there is something wrong with you:

For those of you in the DC area, they’ll be back for a free performance as part of the Tour de Fat on June 16.

Dear Mom: Please don’t get me this for Christmas

This handy little book lets you put all of your important computer account information in one easy-to-steal place
May 242012
 

The other night* as I was in the checkout line at Bed Bath & Beyond I saw what I thought must be the dumbest product in the store: the GoJo Hands Free Headset.

guy with his cell phone strapped to his head

For $10 you get two headbands with suction cups. You use them to strap your cell phone to your head for convenient hands-free talking. Go check out their site. It’s hilarious; you don’t need me to make the jokes for you.

Then I saw something even worse. The Personal Internet Address & Password Log Book is a handy little book that lets you “keep favorite website addresses, usernames, and passwords in one easy, convenient place!”:

the personal internet address & password logbook

Here’s how the publisher describes this book:

Are you tired of losing track of those login/usernames and passwords you create every time you visit a new Web site? Do you have sticky notes and scraps of paper scattered about your office and home computer space covered with these vital pieces of information, but never seem to be able to put your hands on them when you need them? Now you can keep important Web site addresses, usernames, and passwords in one convenient place! Introducing the Personal Internet Address & Password Log Book! This time-saving, headache-preventing little organizer features: Lots of space—144 pages, including tabbed alphabetical pages. Plenty of room for all those Web site addresses, usernames, passwords, and additional notes. A spiral binding that allows pages to lie flat for ease of use. Handy elastic band closure. Pages in the back on which to record additional useful information, such as your home network configuration, software license numbers, and other notes. Removable label and discreet cover design

Here’s what it looks like inside:

the inside of the password book

This Amazon review covers most of the points that come up in the other (mostly 5-star) reviews for this book:

The number of websites that I access for which I need to enter login information has skyrocketed, and there have not been any easy ways of keeping track of all of them. Using the same password can be very insecure, and keeping a list of all of them in a file on your computer is also not very prudent. Sometimes, the simplest solution might be the best one, and writing all those login handles and password into a single logbook seems very smart. It also helps with retrieving the information, as I it’s still more intuitive for me to flip through pages than go through files and directories on my computer….The only problem that I have with a physical password logbook is that many sites require you to change your password on a regular basis, which may cause you to either run out of space for a few entries or have to re-enter them from scratch. I don’t think that there will ever be a perfect solution for the password proliferation, but as far as I am concerned this small logbook comes very close.

The most surprising thing about this review is that the reviewer is not a technologically-clueless old person but, according to him, a relatively young theoretical physicist.

Most of you understand why this is a dumb product. If, on the other hand, you’re thinking, “wow, that’s a great idea!,” let me explain to you why it’s not.

Before we even get to the security implications, consider the sheer technological backwardness of it. If you’ve embraced technology enough that you have this many passwords to keep track of, it’s time to make the leap and learn a little about what your computer can do for you. Discover the magic of copy/paste, which is a whole lot easier and less error-prone than typing in this information every time you need it.

The “only problem” this review cited was the fact that you might run out of space for all your passwords. Another reviewer has thought things through a little more thoroughly (but still gives it a 5-star review):

It’s set up very nicely, but my only worry is that I’ll misplace this after I become dependent on it.

May I suggest that this is not an insignificant worry? The time you spent laboriously copying all of your account information into this book by hand is nothing compared to the effort that will be required when you lose it, to reset/retrieve your password for all those accounts, and cancel your credit cards for good measure.

People are excited that it’s so portable:

The logbook comes in very handy. It’s small enough to take with you. It holds a bevy of information, which is great.

That is great. Great for the criminal who gets this as a bonus when he steals your purse or laptop, or picks it up when you accidentally leave it behind on the train. This book is an instruction manual for stealing your money and taking over your online life. If you use the book at home, as a replacement for all those “sticky notes and scraps of paper,” then it’s no less secure than the “system” you’re already using, and it is a step up in convenience. But if you are carrying it around with you, you are a fool. As the only sensible reviewer of the product said,

People you would be better off leaving your cash, credit cards, social security card along with your ATM card and pin number out in the open. If someone gets their hands on this book then you’re screwed!

In fact there are many easy and secure ways of keeping track of all those passwords: programs designed to do exactly that have been widely available since long before the average computer user had enough passwords to keep track of that they needed such a thing, and there are now Web services that do the same thing. These programs use a master password to encrypt all of your information, so as long as you choose a good master password, your data is safe (safer than it is in a little book you carry around with you, anyway). And you won’t lose it because you can back it up with the rest of your important computer data. You are backing up your important computer data, right?

One of the reviews of the password book led me to the Healthy Passwords Web site (and book). The author explains the importance of good passwords and presents a system for creating and keeping track (using “your brain and a system”) of strong and unique passwords. It’s an informative site, and a nice idea for a password-creation scheme, but my reaction is the same as my reaction to the password logbook: technology provides a better solution in the form of a password management program or online service.

At the risk of turning this post into something more than breezy mockery, let me digress for a few minutes to offer some advice.

Whatever system you use for creating and tracking your passwords, you need to have strong passwords, and you need to use different passwords for different sites. Web sites get hacked into all the time, and when this happens the hackers are looking not just for credit card numbers but for user IDs and passwords. A good Web site stores your password in a form that makes it impossible to recover, but most sites are not good, leaving your password vulnerable to being stolen.§ Since your e-mail address is also your user ID at most sites, once the hacker has stolen that information from one site they can go try out the user ID and password at other likely sites. If you use a password at more than one site, then all of the accounts are as vulnerable as the least secure of them, and you should assume that’s not very secure.

For example, suppose you went to Lifehacker.com once, long ago, and registered on the site in order to leave a comment on some article there. You used the same e-mail address and password that you use everywhere, including your Gmail account, Amazon, and your online banking site. By December 2010, you had long since forgotten that you ever registered at the site. In that month, Lifehacker and all the other sites run by Gawker Media were hacked, and the account information for all the registered users was stolen. The hackers then posted this information on the Internet for anyone to use. Armed with your e-mail address and Lifehacker password, it’s a simple thing to go try the same logon information at the sites of major banks and online services.

If you’re using a password manager, it’s a simple thing to use a unique, randomly-generated password for every site you register at. If that’s more than you want to manage, you must at least have a unique password for every login account that matters–your bank accounts, e-mail account, Amazon account, etc. If you want to use the same password for all the unimportant sites you register at, that’s OK. If someone steals your password from Lifehacker and uses it to post snarky comments here at Bill’s Head, that’s not the end of the world. But if they steal your password from Lifehacker and use it to drain your bank account or erase your e-mail archive, that’s another story.

For just such a story, you can read James Fallows’s article “Hacked!” in The Atlantic, which describes what happened when hackers broke into his wife’s Gmail account and, after sending scam e-mails to all of her contacts, deleted her entire e-mail archive.

That last part is important. Google and many other providers of “free” online services do not make any provision for backing up and restoring the data of a single individual.** If your data gets deleted (by you, by hackers, by little computer gnomes), it’s entirely possible that you will never see it again. If you are entrusting important information to an online service, you should make certain you understand what, if anything, they are doing to back it up, and you should back it up yourself if they’re not doing so.

All of you who are feeding your lives into Facebook should think hard about this point. Facebook is a walled-off system. It provides no way for you to back up your data, or to export it and take it somewhere else. What happens if someone gets control of your account and deletes it? Or if the Next Big Thing comes along and you want to move your life story and all your pictures there? Or if Facebook just shuts down one day? If everything you’ve ever posted on Facebook is so banal that you don’t care if you never see it again, then you have nothing to worry about. But if Facebook is your digital scrapbook and you want to retain some of this for posterity, you should be worried.

Meanwhile, I’m just glad that the woman who wrote this review of the password logbook is not my mother:

I purchased these log books as stocking stuffers for my adult children. Sadly, one of them was severely damaged. I would like to receive a replacement log book.

Please, mom: don’t get me this for Christmas.

Notes

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When I say “the other night” I mean “about three weeks ago,” because I started this post back then and have been lazy about finishing it. Not that the exact date is important at all to the story, except that in the interim, another blogger of my acquaintance has posted about the same topic, and I want to make it clear that I did not steal the idea. Not that you or even she cares. Carry on. ↵
Special bonus: Hotard Review of the product. This reviewer gives it 5 stars based on the product description and the ordering process:

This rate/review will most likely to be unchanged, but it is hard to tell until I actually receive the item. However, I can comment on the selecting and placing the order.

If it were not for the Christmas rush and Holiday I would have to say it was very simple and quick to review the product and make my decision. Placing the order and checking out would also be easy.

I am anxious to get my product, I have been looking for something like this for quite awhile.

 ↵

I use KeePass, which is free, open-source software. There are versions available for many mobile devices so that you can synchronize your information to your device and have it with you when you need it. There are many other programs available, too, at various price points. Try a few and pick the one you like best, or look into an online service–LastPass seems reputable and useful from what I can tell, but I have no direct experience with it. ↵
§
If a site has an option to send you your password if you’ve forgotten it, you should count on this site being hacked and your password being stolen at some point. A well-secured site will offer you the option to reset your password (to a new password that the site generates for you) but will not be able to send you your existing password. This is because a good site stores a “hash value” that is calculated based on your password, which allows it to verify you are entering your password correctly when you log in without storing your actual password. Anyone who breaks into the system will not be able to determine your password based on the hash value. ↵
**
These companies have elaborate systems for backing up and restoring their servers and data in the aggregate, in case of a system failure or other disaster. But they generally do not offer a way to restore the data for a single user in the case of an individualized catastrophe. This is partly for technical reasons and partly for economic reasons. Remember this when you’re using a free service: you get what you pay for. ↵
May 222012
 

I’ve discovered that I have quite a backlog of pictures on my phone of things that need to be made fun of commented on. Here’s the first one:

van with sign on side: "Psychic reading. Call for appomiment"

There’s an obvious and old joke–why would I need an appointment? Doesn’t the psychic know I’m coming? But mainly I can’t figure out where “appomiment” comes from. At first I thought it might be carried over untranslated from the psychic’s non-English native language, but I haven’t yet turned up a language where “appomiment” is legal. Most of the results from a Google search are Google Books results where the optical character recognition software misread a properly-spelled appointment. There were, however, a few human-generated occurrences of “appomiment.” It’s hard to tell, given that most people posting on the Web are only semi-literate, but they seem to come from native English speakers.

On Facebook, Becky Princess Butterworth shares her “eye brow waxin” appomiment needs with the whole world.

In a pain management discussion, a forum poster writes,

look when i am in a flair up with my back i get spacy with the pain more so than the meds i blow off appomiments and work and forget a lot of things … you need to set up a appomiment with your doctor … let him know how you feel tell him you want him to manage “ALL YOUR MEDS”….

In another forum we find

Hi i am 13 weeks and 3 days today and just wanted to know how long it is between your frist midwife appomiment and the secound one as they have sent me a date for januery and baby is due in april.

And then, bless his heart, there’s Sal, writing a blog called “My Day’s“:

welp this hetectic weekend is over thank god, i didn’t like it at all ahah well today i didn’t get to go to school..darn and i was lookin forward to it too, no but i went all the way to novato for a chiropracter appomiment for my back cuz it hurts alot and cuz the accident thingy just wanted to make sure speakin of the accident its all over and done with the guy fixed his car him self. the only bad thing is that sals car going to car heaven tomorrow! hahah it was blowin hela oil out the tail pipe today it was horrible, poor piston rings..haha wheee whoo im going to starbucks tomorrow morning! haah man i dont have a car now! that bites hela hard welp haha i dont really want to type this today like usual ahah i just typed hela shit so ya ima go get a bowl of honey nut cherrios and a bannana! YUMMY!

You don’t have to read around long on My Day’s to realize that a) bold white text on a black background makes your head hurt* and b) Sal is deficient in spelling, grammar, punctuation, and, most importantly, a sense of irony:

Shit man haven’t wrote in the for daaaaays!!! this is going to be humongo big like emilys balls! hahahahaha anyway umm this week was purtty chill. In english we got this book and it hurts my brain hella bad…its like from the south and its a black person point of view and the spelling is so fucked up! ahah its like impossible to read..i was lauhgin when i teacher was reading it out loud! so umm ya that’s about it nothing exciting went down …..oh on thrus me n chirs went to Starbucks..haha it was great then we went to get ross HA HAHAHA OMG HAHA it was great his car only has 2 seats so ross had to ride in the back were the spare tire was..ahaha and their is no carpet stuff back their just metal..ahah it was great then we turned the stearo up hella and let the 12″ bumb out ross ear..

Occasionally he does realize that he might be misspelling something:

so i stayed home…bored…went to walmart and got Co2 and pellets for my pellet gun, gonna shoot me sum possems!!(SP) haha ya we have them in our back yard! haha and man do i gottta PEEE! haha i just dont want to get up

I frequently see “(SP)” used in situations like this and I always wonder: Why does he care that he’s misspelling possum but doesn’t care that he’s also misspelling every third word that he writes? And, if he’s aware that he doesn’t know how to spell the word, why doesn’t he go look it up? A quick Web search wouldn’t take much more time than typing “(SP).”

Back at “appomiment,” I’m still stumped as to how people end up writing appointment that way. I’ve never heard it pronounced as “appomiment” or anything close.  When I went to search Bing, I noticed from the suggested searches that “appomient” and “appoiment” are popular mistakes:

appomient

“Appoiment” makes sense as a typo or misspelling based on mispronunciation, but “appomient” is just as baffling to me as “appomiment.” In this example the writer uses both “appoiment” and “appomient,” suggesting that maybe she thinks it’s spelled “appoiment” and “appomient” is a typo for “appoiment” (bonus: another use of “(sp)” for one misspelling in a sea of them):

i need serious answeres no answere like”ewww” or “go to the doctors” i have had this problem my hole life and have gone to doctor appoiment and doctor appomient and need some answeres i have had ultra sounds and upper gis and a colonoscapy(sp?) okso heres my prob i can go like a week and some times up to 2 weeks with out going to the bathroom and when i go to the bathroom i am in so much pain some times i would rather just die then have to go to the bathroom and i get naushies 90% of the time when i go to the bathroom i will almost puke my mouth will fill up with spit like some on eturned on a faucet and then i will have diariha and be sick as a dog for likr 3days

And I’ll end with that lovely image fresh in your mind. If any of you, dear readers, can shed some light on this “appomiment” thing, please pipe up.

 

Notes

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Sal complains that he’s getting a D in his web design class at school. He blames it on the fact that he “missed 3 weeks from the flu” but I suspect there might be other factors. ↵