Today is hilarious beyond all doubt... I've hearing all sorts of wacky rumors, some that almost hit home a little too much. Well, I BCC all 20 people I mail this to for spam prevention measures, but as a sales consultant, PR is everything and I have eyes and ears everywhere... I am not going to put those people on blast, but I am not going to let it slide either, nor do I want to address them individually in case I got another hater somewhere in this email that might be "just curious". However, those people know who they are and hope they realize that they are a traitor, scum of the Earth and even one who exhibited total disrespect for the deceased should be ashamed of yourself.
Rumor: "Ed is struggling and in a panic that Unemployment Insurance isn't going through, he's probably broke and scared out of his mind."
Answer: Nope, far from it. EXCLUDING probate estate and a settlement I won (which I would've gladly taken my old company to the cleaners if I didn't have to worry about my dad's final expenses), I currently have $2,200 NET of my own blood, sweat and tears bank AND GROWING. Gotta love residual income from the loans I closed. Would've been more, but I took this month off for bereavement leave. What about the things I excluded? The $300 left in the estate/funeral/donations trust fund for my dad and the $1,000 settlement I mentioned, $1,000 I have in savings (which I have savings for the first time in 3 years), $500 here and there, I have $5,000 NET (AKA after bills).
As I lived paycheck-to-paycheck and lived EXTREMELY frugally at MetroPyongyang*, (e.g. NO eating out, NO social life, NO rainy-day spending) and would still only have $150 left over every month with constant threats to FURTHER reduce my hours, I got $5,000 in 2 MONTHS VERSUS 2.75 YEARS!
Oh, and speaking of UI, I appealed for the sake of justice (not because I needed the money, not to mention I don't want a "failure to appear" on my record) AND WON. I'd return it to the state, but this is the funds that MetroPyongyang screwed me out of and I don't think I'm unfair in asking for a tiny $1,600 back... The appeal decision letter was HILARIOUS; I was CRACKING UP when it said "a reasonable person genuinely desirous of retaining employment would also quit under these circumstances faced by the claimant." In other words, the way I saw it, it means you'd have to be a deranged lunatic to work there! I asked them about my account balance, they said it doesn't concern them. I said "can I continue to work at PVF?" they said "as long as you don't work past x hours and report your income that's OK" However, It'll be too much if I actually continued to claim against it, so no further claims. Hope that $6,600 after 3 years of destitution doesn't make you choke on your Haterade.
Speaking of deranged lunatics, I love this one...
R: "Ed is psychotic and should be [on Prozac / in a mental institution / etc].
A: So wait, you didn't hear about the deplorable working conditions I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemy? Are you taking my celebratory joke songs way too seriously? If I have evidence and SWORN affidavits (one even NOTARIZED) from 2 different witnesses/patients in hand for some of the problems that I had to face but was swept under the rug by the owner and someone who calls herself "the boss", let me ask you...
WHO IS THE PSYCHOTIC ONE NOW?
I am seriously baffled when I say that I can bring up a hazard or violation multiple times but have that ignored, but I get the full blame for a minor mistake that has someone else's initials on their certification worksheet, which if "the so-called boss" acted like an actual boss or the owner would take charge and work with the landlord to fix some of the problems after paying $$$$ in rent (I saw the lease agreement and am still surprised that they are low-balling MetroPyongyang), I wouldn't have had to done ANY of the reporting I did, and it's despicable to see that the only way it got resolved was me quitting, having a guilty conscience and resorted to telling the government about the problems of MetroPyongyang instead and not even being around to enjoy the fruits of my labor.
If I am crazy for wanting a safer, equitable workplace where everybody is equally respected instead of a hostile, unsafe environment where everybody hides behind their titles and tells their employees to mindlessly eat their s**t, please, I'd be HAPPY to put on that straitjacket and sit in that padded room for the rest of my life. Please also give me some Eskalith; Prozac won't do nothing for how crazy I must apparently be!
Actually come to think of it, I think the sewage gases spewing out of that place also kinda created an imbalance. After all, if I am getting dizzy, headaches, nauseous, irritability and experiencing short-term memory loss (all of which are proven side effects of Hydrogen Sulfide exposure) that ALL gradually went away the month after I quit, I'm sure part of the side effects of working for an oppressive totalitarian boss AND the H2S exposure ACTUALLY must've made me "psychotic!" After all again, what "reasonable person" would want to stay in this mess?
R: "His dad killed himself because of [something I did; I don't even want to say it]"
A: OK, wait a minute. Wait just ONE F$%*ING minute. Like I said in my last post, anybody who knew my dad for a sufficient length of time knew he had testicular cancer, a heart attack and diabetes. The cancer brought on a trauma, his heart attack needed meds but gave him all the negative side effects ever listed (including depression and thoughts of suicide), and diabetes that was left uncontrolled for so long, his blood sugar imbalances causes dementia. My dad was actually pretty proud of me even if what I did wasn't phenomenal, and it's sad that I just barely got the wheels lifted off the runway of my flight to success when he passed, especially when I promised him I'd send him $2,000 the week before he passed on and was even thinking of surprising him with $500-$1000 per month, a feat I would've NEVER been able to do at MetroPyongyang living paycheck-to-paycheck. At any rate, nothing would've saved him. In fact, I even subpoenaed his phone records and even the friend he talked to 4 HOURS before he shot himself said he was in good spirits and even planned on visiting him the next week, so this was definitely unpredictable.
Also again, I hope that the person that made the statement should learn how to respect the dead and go f#&k yourself, you insensitive a$$hat.
*For those that don't get the joke, Pyongyang is the capital of North Korea and the oppressive, totalitarian Commies with no regard for anybody's well-being I worked for was named Metropolitan Optometry.
Monday, July 15, 2013
Saturday, July 6, 2013
Dad's Death
As you saw about 3 weeks ago, my father took his own life. Even worse, yesterday was supposed to be his 56th birthday. He had lots of trauma behind him; it all started when my grandma passed away on October 20, 2008; he was very close to her and took it very hard, and that was when he started experiencing flashbacks, but can still live a decent life. Then he had a heart attack due to an artery collapsing, but recovered nicely soon thereafter. However, for the next 2 years he's had physical exams that did a thorough check on him and haven't found any problems... Except his blood sugar; surprisingly no doctor has made it a point to check it.
Starting around spring of 2009, he started having these severe depression symptoms where he was constantly worried and stressed out even over the littlest things, saying hurtful things to me all the time (e.g. if I didn't pick up the phone he'd say stuff like "you don't care about me" and "I'm a worthless pile of crap, forget I ever existed")... This happened almost DAILY and any problem he'd have would last for over a week. Since he alienated most of his friends, not to mention at least twice a month there'd be something new to get upset about, I became pretty much the only pissing post he had, and that's a lot of pressure; I even started getting anxiety attacks whenever he'd say stuff like that...
It got to the point where he was such a downer that it started affecting my life, my way of thinking and my own problem-solving abilities went down. In fact, I too, have become so depressed that my life went to hell in a handbasket. I was making good money; I had a fully-furnished, plush apartment in Arcadia, the car that I've wanted that was going to be traded in for a BMW or Lexus (I haven't pulled the trigger on it, but at the time but I was leaning towards the Lexus IS-C)... Down to being so demotivated that I slept at 4AM on a regular basis, woke up around noon, stopped pursuing any form of income and lost everything... Oh, and the fact that I got wrongfully terminated from one job, laid off from another and ROYALLY screwed out of a business partnership didn't help either. It still hurts to think about it; it still hits me like a ton of bricks as if it happened yesterday, and the fact that one of my friends keeps trying to use this as a way to "punk" me into doing something or reminding me not to go down my old path all the fucking time doesn't help either. Anyway, that's besides the point.
So, they finally figured out that he had diabetes and his blood sugar was high enough for him to need hospitalization towards the middle of 2012... Also this is after he started experiencing the more severe of symptoms like frequent urination and blurred vision. So, he's been on diabetes treatment and things were starting to slowly go back to normal, although he would still tick over minor discrepancies or overreact to negativity, but it became only 1-2 days instead of 1-2 weeks.
Also at around this time, he decided to hand-build a trailer that became his home. I was praying that he'd get over this horrible disease and he seemed to have the upper hand, until the very morning of trying to enter a dispute with my former employers, I got an email from the county Medical Examiner's office, where I called back and they informed my my dad shot himself.
So far, with everything I said a few days ago in mind, life has gotten easier in certain ways, but in other ways it's harder. Life is harder in the sense that now more than ever, I do feel a bit alone. Sure, I found new relatives I didn't know I had, more friends are talking to me and reaching out more, and I'm not constantly worried about my dad anymore (which is making me move mountains in my life), but also it's harder in the sense that now I am more easily agitated since I am still coping, and having to sift through his paperwork, file legal documents and all this stuff is a lousy experience... I didn't know that the death of a family member was this complicated.
But anyway, here's to your memories. I even crawled up extra early and went to our favorite breakfast joint and ordered your favorite breakfast. Steak & Eggs, sourdough bread, eggs over-medium with coffee.
Anyway, it's getting late so I think it's best if I end it on this note.
Starting around spring of 2009, he started having these severe depression symptoms where he was constantly worried and stressed out even over the littlest things, saying hurtful things to me all the time (e.g. if I didn't pick up the phone he'd say stuff like "you don't care about me" and "I'm a worthless pile of crap, forget I ever existed")... This happened almost DAILY and any problem he'd have would last for over a week. Since he alienated most of his friends, not to mention at least twice a month there'd be something new to get upset about, I became pretty much the only pissing post he had, and that's a lot of pressure; I even started getting anxiety attacks whenever he'd say stuff like that...
It got to the point where he was such a downer that it started affecting my life, my way of thinking and my own problem-solving abilities went down. In fact, I too, have become so depressed that my life went to hell in a handbasket. I was making good money; I had a fully-furnished, plush apartment in Arcadia, the car that I've wanted that was going to be traded in for a BMW or Lexus (I haven't pulled the trigger on it, but at the time but I was leaning towards the Lexus IS-C)... Down to being so demotivated that I slept at 4AM on a regular basis, woke up around noon, stopped pursuing any form of income and lost everything... Oh, and the fact that I got wrongfully terminated from one job, laid off from another and ROYALLY screwed out of a business partnership didn't help either. It still hurts to think about it; it still hits me like a ton of bricks as if it happened yesterday, and the fact that one of my friends keeps trying to use this as a way to "punk" me into doing something or reminding me not to go down my old path all the fucking time doesn't help either. Anyway, that's besides the point.
So, they finally figured out that he had diabetes and his blood sugar was high enough for him to need hospitalization towards the middle of 2012... Also this is after he started experiencing the more severe of symptoms like frequent urination and blurred vision. So, he's been on diabetes treatment and things were starting to slowly go back to normal, although he would still tick over minor discrepancies or overreact to negativity, but it became only 1-2 days instead of 1-2 weeks.
Also at around this time, he decided to hand-build a trailer that became his home. I was praying that he'd get over this horrible disease and he seemed to have the upper hand, until the very morning of trying to enter a dispute with my former employers, I got an email from the county Medical Examiner's office, where I called back and they informed my my dad shot himself.
So far, with everything I said a few days ago in mind, life has gotten easier in certain ways, but in other ways it's harder. Life is harder in the sense that now more than ever, I do feel a bit alone. Sure, I found new relatives I didn't know I had, more friends are talking to me and reaching out more, and I'm not constantly worried about my dad anymore (which is making me move mountains in my life), but also it's harder in the sense that now I am more easily agitated since I am still coping, and having to sift through his paperwork, file legal documents and all this stuff is a lousy experience... I didn't know that the death of a family member was this complicated.
But anyway, here's to your memories. I even crawled up extra early and went to our favorite breakfast joint and ordered your favorite breakfast. Steak & Eggs, sourdough bread, eggs over-medium with coffee.
Anyway, it's getting late so I think it's best if I end it on this note.
Monday, June 17, 2013
REST IN PEACE DAD
Earlier today around noon, I just heard the worst news I have ever received in my life...
Wish I was there or at least able to talk to you or even see you one last time before you did what you did... It may not have seemed like it, but I have never been able to talk to another person on the same level as you... You always gave sound advice without discrimination, hostility or "figure it out / you're own your own" type of answers.
I also wish that you could've at least waited for me to express my gratitude of being part of me being brought into this world by completing my dream of being able to support you, or even a chance to meet my future wife and kids, just so I can vicariously experience what it's like to have a living biological grandfather as both of mine passed on before I was even born.
REST IN PEACE
July 5th, 1957 - June 15th, 2013
Wish I was there or at least able to talk to you or even see you one last time before you did what you did... It may not have seemed like it, but I have never been able to talk to another person on the same level as you... You always gave sound advice without discrimination, hostility or "figure it out / you're own your own" type of answers.
I also wish that you could've at least waited for me to express my gratitude of being part of me being brought into this world by completing my dream of being able to support you, or even a chance to meet my future wife and kids, just so I can vicariously experience what it's like to have a living biological grandfather as both of mine passed on before I was even born.
REST IN PEACE
July 5th, 1957 - June 15th, 2013
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
ADD and Me
OK kids. Uncle Ed is going to get really raw here. If you're offended by stuff that's beyond PG-13, it's 2:38AM and wayyyyyyy past your bedtime. I know it's past mine, but I'm infuriated by the injustices bestowed upon me. My beast mode done got activated and it ain't gone be stopping for NOBODY. Yes, my beast mode is ghetto too. I grew up in NoHo, California. Deal wit' it.
So. This is the THIRD time in the past month and an indescribable amount of times that I'm having a REAL problem with people making assumptions about me (which the last incident cost me a huge fucking fortune), and I'm getting über-sick of this decrepit bullshit of being told I make excuses, I'm lazy or irresponsible. Whatever the fuck you shit-talkers like to say about me.
Let me make one thing CRYSTAL clear. If you motivate me, I'll be the strongest ally you'll ever have; I'll take a bullet for your sorry ass if I'm happy enough. If you treat me like shit, make something feel like a chore, or even micromanage me, that's where you and I are going to have a REALLY big fucking problem.
Guess what? I know that sounds anybody with a right sense of mind who reads this page can relate (if not, are you from fuckin' North Korea and cried real tears when Kim Jong Il died, while you're eating tree bark to survive even after you have escaped and have more than enough money to get food?), but I hate to have a superiority complex or... Wait for it... "Another excuse up my sleeve"!!!!!
...But I have A.D.D. and every fuckin' sign of it. I may not be the "bouncing all over the walls" type since I often don't have the energy due to being overweight and all, but you get the picture.
- Often having difficulty concentrating on conversations? Umm... What was that again? I mean, check.
- Use more words than I need to? Thus, I shall mark upon the proverbial paper with a checkmark.
- Having trouble finishing projects that have already been started? Umm... I have 3 screenplays that I have created in 2010 that I have yet to revisit, and a graphic design project someone asked me for back in February that I've been meaning to do. What do you think?
- Self-esteem issues, verbal communication issues that makes it borderline impossible for me to find a girlfriend at age 27? Check and [sob sob sniff sniff] check.
- I was asked to make calls all day, every day with a quota in mind. I'll open 9gag, Gizmodo, HugeLOL, Facebook, Twitter (and I haven't officially used that in months), Wikipedia, and finally, I reluctantly pick up the phone.
- I wanted to get into personal development. Not even I'm sure how the hell I wound up doing it, but instead of listening to Jim Rohn, I'm blaring Armin Van Buuren through Ultra Music Festival internet radio.
- What usually takes a dedicated person 8 hours, it took me almost 2.5 days to finish the Batman trilogy that I've been always meaning to watch, and it all started with me randomly remembering what a mentor said about "Batman showing his true battle scars", which was a metaphor for having perseverance and being thick-skinned in the face of adversary, and no other real reason (the memes I'd see a lot had almost nothing to do with it).
So, before you call me names, think back to this post. We clear? Alright, going to bed now... Still pissed, but feeling MUCH better now that this is off my chest.
Thursday, May 2, 2013
A Word or 2 About Respect
"Therefore all things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them: for this is the law and the prophets." -Matthew 7:12 (Golden Rule)
With that in mind, I feel a lot of disrespect and resentment in my life, even when I haven't done anything to them that subjectively warrants that kind of behavior. I know I got trust issues, but here's the bottom line...
Why don't I trust people?
Everybody I trusted let me down. Family members, people I thought were my best friends, you name it... See, people lose sight of the Golden Rule. It's in The Bible, I even put it as the first lines of what I just wrote. I had a bustling business going with someone I thought was my best friend, but he moved out of state and didn't even give me the time of day after. My mom butted in while I was on the honeymoon phase of dating this girl... But my mom threw me under the bus on what was supposed to be our 2nd date and even drew a knife just to show how serious she is about not wanting us to date. Her only motive? She just wanted more time with ME. If that was the problem, she should've just said so instead of threatening grave injury!
Fast forward to today: I quit my job a few days ago. Yeah you heard me... I had the rug tugged from underneath me and had to rebuild, and not having a reliable mode of transportation is REALLY putting a hurt in my business, so I had to get a day job. See... Long story short, I had a problem with my landlord and a major project I was doing didn't pay me, so I had to move in with a friend who also happened to be hiring. I had MUCH better offers lined up... One friend offered me his son's room since he's out to college, another even offered to put me up in a hotel for 1-2 nights to let me sort it out... But no job. Another offered me a job, but he said I'll have to figure out room and board, not to mention he was all the way near San Diego.
The original arrangement was either the couch or a cot, but neither happened and I'll spare my dignity and not even mention it. I got the job, but they cut my hours when I was finally in a position to buy a car, and every day I seem to get treated progressively worse, despite my alleged importance there. See, If you treat me well, I'll gladly return the favor, even if it takes me YEARS. However, I will draw that line VERY quick if you even THINK of disrespecting me and avenge what you've done TENFOLD.
One day, a friend offered me an opportunity to do commission-based work at home. It was very tempting since the payout is in the THOUSANDS per DEAL, but at this point I was so burnt out and tired with that job I couldn't even FORCE myself to muster the enthusiasm needed to do this project; it took me a MONTH to finally get one customer when it should've been 10 by this time frame. Therefore, me and him decided to formulate an exit strategy.
Plan A: Have coworkers sign an affidavit in case I get fired or have to quit to back my case if I need assistance. It would be strictly for the eyes of whoever is handing my case.
Plan B: Resign immediately and report everything that's going wrong to the state, then appeal my case if I need to.
However, something went terribly wrong trying to execute Plan A: I plotted everything Wednesday, but didn't perfect it until Saturday afternoon, which also happened to be the weekend of the so-called boss' daughter's birthday party that she invited me to (which also included helping decorate and all that). I stressed and emphasized confidentiality in this matter to the employees, but one went and squealed to the owner anyway. The owner calls the so-called boss, then she comes yapping at me while I'm right there, a little bit buzzed and put my plans about work behind me.
So, I got pissed and decided to drop Plan B.
On the morning of April 29, I walked in, perfected my resignation letter and resume, as well as a complaint to OSHA. Think of the irony: How ironic is it to have a complaint filed against your company... Made from inside the doors of your company? I also made an obvious hint that they're not going to be references by leaving a copy of my resume, botched with my own company name and the name of a company my friend's cousin owned on the table since the so-called boss threatened to sabotage me if I quit. Since the owner came in and all she did was give me a dirty look, I slammed my resignation letter on the table and walked out without saying a word, giving a dirty look back...
Then proceeded to continue my waves of attack. All of it signed, printed and even attached with evidence and mailed that afternoon.
Worked out pretty good; I already got 4 deals pending. If everything goes well, I'll have $15,000 in commission, making more in 3 days than I did in a year.
With that in mind, I feel a lot of disrespect and resentment in my life, even when I haven't done anything to them that subjectively warrants that kind of behavior. I know I got trust issues, but here's the bottom line...
Why don't I trust people?
Everybody I trusted let me down. Family members, people I thought were my best friends, you name it... See, people lose sight of the Golden Rule. It's in The Bible, I even put it as the first lines of what I just wrote. I had a bustling business going with someone I thought was my best friend, but he moved out of state and didn't even give me the time of day after. My mom butted in while I was on the honeymoon phase of dating this girl... But my mom threw me under the bus on what was supposed to be our 2nd date and even drew a knife just to show how serious she is about not wanting us to date. Her only motive? She just wanted more time with ME. If that was the problem, she should've just said so instead of threatening grave injury!
Fast forward to today: I quit my job a few days ago. Yeah you heard me... I had the rug tugged from underneath me and had to rebuild, and not having a reliable mode of transportation is REALLY putting a hurt in my business, so I had to get a day job. See... Long story short, I had a problem with my landlord and a major project I was doing didn't pay me, so I had to move in with a friend who also happened to be hiring. I had MUCH better offers lined up... One friend offered me his son's room since he's out to college, another even offered to put me up in a hotel for 1-2 nights to let me sort it out... But no job. Another offered me a job, but he said I'll have to figure out room and board, not to mention he was all the way near San Diego.
The original arrangement was either the couch or a cot, but neither happened and I'll spare my dignity and not even mention it. I got the job, but they cut my hours when I was finally in a position to buy a car, and every day I seem to get treated progressively worse, despite my alleged importance there. See, If you treat me well, I'll gladly return the favor, even if it takes me YEARS. However, I will draw that line VERY quick if you even THINK of disrespecting me and avenge what you've done TENFOLD.
One day, a friend offered me an opportunity to do commission-based work at home. It was very tempting since the payout is in the THOUSANDS per DEAL, but at this point I was so burnt out and tired with that job I couldn't even FORCE myself to muster the enthusiasm needed to do this project; it took me a MONTH to finally get one customer when it should've been 10 by this time frame. Therefore, me and him decided to formulate an exit strategy.
Plan A: Have coworkers sign an affidavit in case I get fired or have to quit to back my case if I need assistance. It would be strictly for the eyes of whoever is handing my case.
Plan B: Resign immediately and report everything that's going wrong to the state, then appeal my case if I need to.
However, something went terribly wrong trying to execute Plan A: I plotted everything Wednesday, but didn't perfect it until Saturday afternoon, which also happened to be the weekend of the so-called boss' daughter's birthday party that she invited me to (which also included helping decorate and all that). I stressed and emphasized confidentiality in this matter to the employees, but one went and squealed to the owner anyway. The owner calls the so-called boss, then she comes yapping at me while I'm right there, a little bit buzzed and put my plans about work behind me.
So, I got pissed and decided to drop Plan B.
On the morning of April 29, I walked in, perfected my resignation letter and resume, as well as a complaint to OSHA. Think of the irony: How ironic is it to have a complaint filed against your company... Made from inside the doors of your company? I also made an obvious hint that they're not going to be references by leaving a copy of my resume, botched with my own company name and the name of a company my friend's cousin owned on the table since the so-called boss threatened to sabotage me if I quit. Since the owner came in and all she did was give me a dirty look, I slammed my resignation letter on the table and walked out without saying a word, giving a dirty look back...
Then proceeded to continue my waves of attack. All of it signed, printed and even attached with evidence and mailed that afternoon.
Worked out pretty good; I already got 4 deals pending. If everything goes well, I'll have $15,000 in commission, making more in 3 days than I did in a year.
Friday, September 14, 2012
iDevice Mumbo-Jumbo
Wow. Haven't posted anything in a while. Almost a year to be exact, or even longer . Well, even though I love my G2 and it works great (95% of the time since , but I think it's time for a new phone, and I have been researching my options.
As someone who loves smartphones and CANNOT picture myself going back to a traditional phone, starting my love affair with the BlackBerry Charm in '06, HP iPAQ, G1 since the days of RC29 and loving it ever since, and now the G2 that I love and works great... 95% of the time since I have a VERY unofficial/beta version of CyanogenMod 10 running Android OS 4.1 Jelly Bean that developers are still working on. Before you ask, NO... There's too many things that impress me on 4.1 that would make me want to switch it back to OEM 2.3 :-) .
While there are LOTS of things that are very enticing on the Samsung Galaxy S3 and it sure looks like it can kill the iPhone 5 times before it hits the ground, I'm not a big fan of Samsung... My 2nd ever phone caught fire within a week of owning it, I spent many sleepless nights trying to fix a friend's Galaxy's camera (which I found that many "Samdung" rigs had camera issues), not to mention their long history of having quirky user interfaces... Starting from the not-so-intuitive TouchWiz down to the the "girly" feel to their dumbphones (almost too lightweight, pink/purple default theme, dainty ringtones, and many other factors where you'd have to tweak the f**k out of it to get it at least guy-friendly).
Anyway, back on point... So as a gadget guy, I'm very picky about what I choose, and I lose sleep getting excited over new features. I can (in order of preference):
- Forgive Samsung, give them a chance and get the Galaxy S3.
- Check out the new iPhone 5.
- Wait until the next AOSP Android phone to come out (AOSP = unmodified Android) or find the newest root-friendly phone... I loathe Samsung's TouchWiz's "reversed" look-and-feel and HTC Sense... Doesn't make sense sometimes.
- Drive my G2 into the ground.
So... While pondering option 2, the main reason I made this blog post is that I am almost certain I found a theory of why Apple decided to sue Samsung... Although I am a 9GAG fan and know that I shouldn't take things too seriously (such as this hoax that had me roaring in laughter until it was debunked), I found another 9GAG post that, with my own research, has made sense; lots of the latest and greatest features have been around even before iOS, and when comparing the iPhone 5/iOS 6 to Android AOSP Jelly Bean or even the the Samsung Galaxy S3, there's nothing that's really new and impressive, and I'm even beginning to wonder if it's Apple COPYING Android, and if Google appealed or filed a counter-suit, Steve Jobs would be spinning in his grave (and just to think I even put iPhone stock ringtones on my phone as a tribute to his death... Yes, I did draw some confusion when an HTC was playing Marimba*).
Back to my theory... Why did Apple sue Samsung? I'm sure they'd anticipate iOS sales tanking and decided for another stream of income... Filing what is quintessentially frivolous lawsuits. Think about it:
- Hardware-wise, except for a bigger and slightly different screen, longer battery life, and a few newfangled communication/media features that are becoming standard issue (new Bluetooth radio, enhanced Wi-Fi) or even mandatory anyway (4G LTE, IPv6), there's nothing significantly different. Now if it somehow was able to incorporate a high-end camera and lens (like slapping a Leica heart and soul into it. NOTE: Panorama is more or less of a software feature on camera phones) and the ability have a taser built in or something, I'd buy it in a heartbeat. However, even if I had an iPhone 4S, have enough money right now to ditch my T-Mo contract and get the iPhone 5, there is nothing new enough to wow me enough to go and get it, whether it's waiting outside stores in the middle of a Californian heat wave (even right now it's 104°F so zero frickin' way) or even when the crowd dies down and the prices drop, or even if there's an iPhone 5S/iPhone 6 and this is quintessentially a clearance item. Unless of course, my phone fell in the toilet and I don't have a backup *knock on wood*.
- Firmware/software: Not only is it a catch-up to Android, and the only thing that I can somewhat give props to is coming out with Siri first (which we answered with Jelly Bean's enhanced voice recognition that is actually more intuitive in some regards)... But guess what? Almost all of the iOS 6 enhancements are going to be available as a free download for iPhone 4S users! There's nothing left to motivate people to switch the hardware! 3GS to 4G? Siri and a few other things. 4S to 5? As far as what I can tell, hardly anything!
So, with that in mind, does Apple have any other brilliant ideas? I doubt it. If The People's Government had stricter copyright laws, I think it'll be safe to say our economy will recover overnight and China will be the ones begging us for help since there are TONS of counterfeit products.
*If the Apple execs are reading this and calling for their lawyer, don't worry, I changed it many months ago... Sandro Silva's Epic sounds MUCH cooler anyway.
Friday, December 9, 2011
Revamp
OK, since I am revamping this blog for the purpose of business, I have removed most of the negative rants (which believe me, was 76% of the posts... 39 out of 51 posts to be exact). More to follow later.
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