{"id":1134,"date":"2017-09-19T19:49:53","date_gmt":"2017-09-19T19:49:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.watt-evans.com\/blog\/?p=1134"},"modified":"2017-09-19T20:35:45","modified_gmt":"2017-09-19T20:35:45","slug":"flashback-guy-stuff","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.watt-evans.com\/blog\/2017\/09\/19\/flashback-guy-stuff\/","title":{"rendered":"[Flashback] Guy Stuff"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><i>Okay, I said I was finished with my old newsgroup, and I am, but I&#8217;ve found a few things from <b>other<\/b> defunct newsgroups I wanted to preserve here.  This one is from a private newsgroup, originally posted September 30, 2012.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>Back in July, right around my birthday, I started getting mysterious packages in the mail.  Someone had signed me up for a cosmetics trial offer, the Book of the Month Club, the North American Hunting Club, and several magazine subscriptions.<\/p>\n<p>The cosmetics I returned &#8212; the first two packages included return labels, and the other two I didn&#8217;t open, I marked them &#8220;Refused, return to sender.&#8221;  The books &#8212; I contacted BOMC and explained the situation, and they said to just keep the books, it wasn&#8217;t worth the postage to ship &#8217;em back.  The hunting people have been a pain in the ass &#8212; they won&#8217;t cancel my membership or take anything back unless I provide a membership number, name and address isn&#8217;t sufficient, and the only package from them I opened (it didn&#8217;t say who it was from on the outside) didn&#8217;t <i>have<\/i> a membership number.  It&#8217;s probably in one of the subsequent mailings, but I haven&#8217;t yet gotten around to looking.<\/p>\n<p>The magazines started showing up at various times, starting in July but at least one didn&#8217;t show up until September &#8212; hell, there may be more yet to come.  So far, I&#8217;m receiving <b>Yachting<\/b>, <b>ESPN the Magazine<\/b>, <b>Chevy High Performance<\/b>, and <b>Forbes<\/b>.  Oh, and <b>North American Hunter<\/b>, which comes with the club membership &#8212; which is apparently a lifetime membership, if I read one as-yet-unopened envelope correctly.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m not going to bother cancelling the magazine subscriptions &#8212; even assuming it&#8217;s possible, why should I?  It&#8217;s easy enough to just trash &#8217;em if I don&#8217;t feel like reading them, and I&#8217;ve had fun glancing through some of them.  Whoever signed me up probably used surplus airline miles or something; I haven&#8217;t gotten any bills.<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, when this first started, I had no idea what was going on, and was worried that it was some sort of attack.  I noticed that a couple of items said stuff had been charged to &#8220;my&#8221; American Express card, so I checked both my AmEx accounts.   (I have a <i>lot<\/i> of credit cards &#8212; I&#8217;m perfectly willing to take sign-up bonuses, then just toss the card in a drawer and let it sit until they cancel my account for non-use.  Except some of them never cancel, so I have some accounts I have literally never used since the original sign-up purchase that are still open after twenty years or more.  Two of those are AmEx.)  No charges.  Then I noticed that the BOMC slip gave the last four digits of the AmEx card, and they don&#8217;t match any of mine.<\/p>\n<p>I put an alert on my credit reports anyway, just in case.<\/p>\n<p>But as time passed, and nothing bad happened, I began wondering whether this was someone&#8217;s idea of a surprise birthday present.  I now think that&#8217;s the most likely explanation, as everything started arriving the week of my birthday.<\/p>\n<p>If it was any of you guys, this would be a good time to &#8216;fess up.<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, whoever it was turns out to have done a favor for Our Boys in Uniform.  A friend&#8217;s son-in-law is currently commanding a small outpost in the ass end of nowhere in Afghanistan, and his mother-in-law is putting together care packages &#8212; non-perishable snacks (we donated a package of jerky and a bag of mixed nuts), and stuff to read.  &#8220;Guy stuff,&#8221; she said.<\/p>\n<p>So I donated the three issues of <b>Chevy High Performance<\/b>, an issue each of <b>ESPN<\/b> and <b>N.A. Hunter<\/b> (I&#8217;ve only received two of each so far and I&#8217;d already tossed one of each), and a random copy of <b>Guitar Player<\/b> Julie had picked up somewhere.  I didn&#8217;t really think <b>Yachting<\/b> or <b>Forbes<\/b> would go over all that well with a dozen enlisted men, so I kept those.<\/p>\n<p>I hope some of the guys will enjoy them.<\/p>\n<p>Incidentally, I did glance through everything before disposing of it.  You need to be a serious fan of Chevy muscle cars to care about <i>anything<\/i> in <b>Chevy High Performance<\/b> &#8212; it&#8217;s in the running for &#8220;most boring magazine I ever saw&#8221; &#8212; but maybe some of the guys <i>are<\/i> serious fans of Chevy muscle cars.<\/p>\n<p><b>ESPN<\/b> was surprising &#8212; I&#8217;m not a huge sports fan, but I like baseball, so I read some of that, and it&#8217;s very well-written stuff that never descends into hero worship or excessive stat-crunching.  Beats the heck out of <b>Sports Illustrated<\/b>, which I&#8217;ve read in the dentist&#8217;s waiting room.  The survey of baseball players&#8217; wives was really pretty interesting &#8212; only 10% of them admit to worrying about their husbands indulging in groupies.<\/p>\n<p><b>N.A. Hunter<\/b> wasn&#8217;t quite as boring as <b>Chevy<\/b>, but it came close; the writing&#8217;s a bit better.<\/p>\n<p><b>Forbes<\/b> is bizarre &#8212; their stuff is all based on a worldview I consider reality-challenged.  And for such a prominent magazine, some of the writing is astonishingly poor.<\/p>\n<p><b>Yachting<\/b> is almost surreal &#8212; do you know what those things <i>cost<\/i>?  Even a fairly moderate boat will set you back half a million, and an actual yacht is seven or eight figures.  Most of the magazine is ads selling boats &#8212; if you ever want to drop $23mil on a hole in the water, I can now hook you up.<\/p>\n<p>And <b>Guitar Player<\/b> I only had the one issue, but my Lord, it&#8217;s technically oriented!  They interview a rock star, and instead of asking him any of usual crap, they ask stuff like, &#8220;What was the signal chain on that track?&#8221;  Meaning, &#8220;exactly what was the sequence of devices from the guitar string to the final recording?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Weird.  They&#8217;re all glimpses into these strange little jargonated subcultures.<\/p>\n<p><i>Follow-up, 2017:<\/i><\/p>\n<p>There were indeed more magazines that showed up later:  <b>Men&#8217;s Health<\/b> and <b>Men&#8217;s Fitness<\/B>.  I forget which was which, alas; one was good stuff, the other fairly trashy with a faint homoerotic tinge that did not appeal to me.  I kept the good one until the sub ran out, and gave the other away by sending a change of address directing it to the intended recipient&#8217;s home.<\/p>\n<p>I also redirected <b>Forbes<\/b> to one of Julian&#8217;s friends who was studying business.  Can&#8217;t remember whether I was able to re-home any of the others.<\/p>\n<p>All the subscriptions ran out years ago.  I still look at <b>Yachting<\/b> and <b>ESPN<\/b> when I stumble across them, though &#8212; <b>Yachting<\/b> turns up in medical waiting rooms, for some reason, and there&#8217;s an empty house down the street with a subscription to <b>ESPN<\/b> that Julie sometimes steals when the mailbox there overflows.  <b>ESPN<\/b> is still one of the best-written, best-edited magazines around, far better than it ought to be.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Okay, I said I was finished with my old newsgroup, and I am, but I&#8217;ve found a few things from other defunct newsgroups I wanted to preserve here. This one is from a private newsgroup, originally posted September 30, 2012. 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