The Fishbowl Factor

I just got out of my Introduction to Criminal Justice exam, and due to two main factors, one being the fact that I'm running on one hour of sleep, the other being I attended maybe half the lectures but still got all the notes (which is sort of a funny story in itself which I'll tell later), I wrote down what I would equate to complete and absolute stupid bullshit for an answer. As in it's worth about the same as the actual excrement of a bull.

The question was to explain the phrase "The Fishbowl Factor" as defined in the textbook. It has something to do with crime, crime prevention, policing, something like that; but I only know this because that's what unit we're studying in the course. I briefly looked over the summary of each chapter about an hour before the exam, sure, but I have no fucking clue what this means, and had like two minutes left to answer before time was up.

This was my answer, which I could not help but laugh about while writing:

The "Fishbowl Factor" refers to the unfortunate amount of police officers who are called to homes every week due to children calling 911 over the accidental flushing of a pet fish down the toilet.

I expect full credit.

UPDATE: I just Googled "the fishbowl factor," you know, because I still don't know what it means, and not only were all of the results absolutely irrelevant, but the fifth [now second] result was actually the page you're looking at right now. I posted this six hours ago. Something is wrong with the Internet.

UPDATE 2: I cannot express how much I am dead serious about the following statement: It's a week later, and I just got my test back. I have a 139 out of a possible 150. The Fishbowl Factor question? It's marked as correct. A big fat check mark right over the top of it, signifying it as a valid answer.

I have no idea, and didn't ask.

I'm an insensitive prick

Also, I am a jackass

So Gate City Bank in my hometown of Wahpeton had gotten robbed for the third time in recent years, and in a small town of barely 10,000 peeps, a bank getting robbed is big news. Especially the same bank three times in a row. Fool me once, shame on... okay I don't remember the saying, but something new would come when the third fool happens and I was going to make a joke there.

I was at work, the year was Taco Johns, and it was slow. We were talking about the robbery, what we heard about what happened, what's in the paper about it, stuff like that. I wondered aloud an interesting question about the robbery, and, to me at least, it was a question that was vitally important to me everday life. It was a question worth asking them, even.

We were running out of $1's or something in the registers, so the manager on duty asked if anyone wanted to run across the street and exchange some $20's. (Taco Johns and Gate City are right across the street from each other.) I of course volunteered; it's like a field trip at school! Plus it's either that or clean something, and I will do absolutely anything to avoid cleaning anything at all, ever. Yes, that's right former managers, I know you're reading this.

Plus I'd get to ask my question that I was wondering about. I mean, it's something I would do if I was robbing a bank...

So I went across the street to the bank with the money, and I went up to the counter (the woman was in her late 20s probably; attractive) and gave them the small note from the manager explaining the money exchange and the envelope of cash. I then leaned in to quietly ask my question.

Me: "So... were you here yesterday during the...?"
Lady: "[Hesitant] ...yeah....?"
Me: "Well I've been wondering something... did... did the guy take any of those free cookies you always have on the plate over there when he walked out?"

It was approximately that moment in time that I realized a few things:

(1) This poor lady had been at work during a robbery...
(2) ...just yesterday...
(3) Some 20-year-old walks in and asks if the robber took any cookies.
(4) I'm an asshole.

She just looked at me and said "No." in a very business tone. Her eyes said, "Nice joke, you cruel smartass." She was not amused.

I just said "oh" and walked out. There was nothing I could have possibly said to make the situation better. For once, I was a little ashamed of myself (for like 30-45 seconds).

I didn't take a cookie that day.

One time while in a public restroom...

I was going to the bathroom, and mid-stream, had this thought:

"I wonder why there's no urinals in here....... OH SHIT."

I finally get through with FM105.1

We've all wanted to say this, but there isn't really an outlet

I avoid listening to the radio whenever possible because it ruins good music. "Love Song" was a pretty good song until I heard it at least twice a day, every day, for about three months. Same thing with "Animal I Have Become," which, after being overplayed to hell a couple years ago, I can now listen to only because I haven't heard it even once for over two years.

Allie says it happened to her with "Almost Easy." I absolutely love that song, but only because the whole time it was a massively popular single, I never listened to the radio. I had a running joke going around with a couple people at work about how I went three weeks in a row hearing "Paralyzer" at least once during every single shift that I worked. I kept hoping that would be the day I wouldn't hear it, but nope.

Now I just generally don't listen to the radio. When everyone else is sick of a song, I have no idea that it's even being overplayed, and thus can enjoy it as much as I want. Which is why I love "Umbrella" by Rihanna! I hear it when I want to, rather than when bullshit radio executive suits who only hear the sounds of cash registers opening and closing want me to hear it.

The worst example of this that I know of is FM 105.1, the station that played in the lobby where I worked. For several weeks, I had been trying to call in to tell them what I think of those sell-outs and their overplaying habits.

The day after my birthday I finally get through, and it was one of the best presents I've ever gotten.

[Ringing goes on for about 30-40 seconds]
Guy: "Hello?"
Me: "Is this FM 105.1?"
Guy: "Yes it is!"
Me: "Hey what's this song playing right now?"
Guy: "The song playing right now is... lemme check... 'Lonely No More' by Rob Thomas."
Me: "Huh... yeah I think I heard this song yesterday too!"
Guy: "Probably - it's a pretty popular song!"
Me: "And the day before, too."
Guy: "Yeah probably...." [He could tell what I was getting at.]
Me: "And I'll hear it again tomorrow."
Guy: "...Yeah."
Me: "Yeah."

I hung up.

The Combone

It's currently unknown whether Combos have a "long" history of causing this problem or not

Let it be known that the absolute greatest snack in the world is Combos. They come in either cracker or pretzel shells, and have some sort of flavor on the inside (cheese, pizza, fuckawesome, etc.), and they are the best shit you could ever want to eat on the road. Also, they are delicious.

I was introduced to them by a girl who I was dating at the time. She was eating them, and even though they looked kinda gross, at her suggestion, I tried one. I fell in love.

I ate almost all of her bag by waiting until she wasn't looking, getting her to look the other way, asking for another one, or just fucking taking more. I went out and bought my own bag, and shoved several into my mouth as soon as I got back to the car.

They were ecstasically magical. The pure, heavenly pizza crackers injecting their perfection into my taste buds. The epitome of--

GF: "Umm... Adam?"
Me: "What?"
GF: "...Look down."

She was pointing down to my pants. I looked down, and that's when I noticed that I had become erect.

You heard it here, folks. I got a hard-on from eating combos. It kept growing, too. It wasn't one of those smaller "I felt it move a little" boners, it was a fairly viable one. I was just sitting there, puzzled, and it just kept getting harder.

So I kept eating my combos. Hey, whatever.

I don't think so, F-Bag





As you can clearly see from this sign, which is on the street in front of my apartment building, there is a limit of 90 minute parking. But only during 8:00 AM - 5:00 PM. And only on weekdays.

You can tell this because you, like me, can read the fucking English language.

Let's pretend it's the weekend. Like right now. Saturday or Sunday. You can pick. Where should you park? You have two options.

The first option is pictured above. We've already been over that. The second option is pictured below.



See the giant red pickup? That's my parking spot. That's my PARKING SPOT. What was going through their mind?

"Oh, nobody's parked here at this exact moment, so nobody will care. What's the worst that could happen? Taking up some dude's parking space? What? I can't hear you, what did you say? Oh, it's inconsiderate? And essentially theft? Ah, fuck 'em."

And it's not only taking up my spot, but a good chunk of the spot to the right of me. The owner of the spot to my right wrote them a note and stuck it under their windshield wiper, addressing it to "Sir or Madam" and briefly discussing how they are parked in a position that prevents them from using their assigned parking space. It was very polite and to-the-point.

I wasn't as kind.


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A couple hours later it was gone. Don't know why, and don't care. Oh wait, maybe it was because I called the after-hours maintenance hotline, identified myself as the owner of the spot, and had the vehicle towed. Maybe that had something to do with it.

pwned!

Unrewarding and Arduous Narratives

Humor, context, and racism!

I have a website. On that website, I write stories that generally have to do with things that have happened in my life that are funny.

Some things just don't translate well to paper or story-form though. There are countless things that happen on a day-to-day basis in my life that are funny, but in a more contextual way. Situational humor.

Like the time a girl at this party I was at that was trying out a new kind of alcoholic drink she hadn't tasted before and said that it "tasted like ass." About a minute later, while still talking about the drink, she remarked that it "kind of had a familiar taste to it." I retorted with "well, you did say it tasted like ass..."

Contextual humor. It's actually sort of a problem that arises every once in a while when you're considering whether or not to tell a story because some things are either:

(A) Very conditional, in that what makes the story funny isn't something that is universally clear to everyone, has more of a humorous context that might not even have been explicit at the time, and/or is based more on a combination of indirect circumstances.

(B) Require so much backstory that the punchline at the end lets people down -- telling jokes involves a very basic cost/benefit analysis of sorts: If a funny story or anecdote is short, the joke will probably be kinda funny, but nothing amazing. If the story is really long, people expect that it will eventually pay out and be absolutely hilarious. If it isn't, it's as if you are let down. The length of the story sort of implies how funny it's supposedly going to be.

(C) Is only funny to the people that were involved because it isn't necessarily what happened that's funny, but rather in general all of the things surrounding the situation that made it funny to the people that were there.

It's somewhere in between a regular joke -- universally applicable and funny to everyone -- and an "inside joke" that will never be funny to anyone unless you were there. Other people are easily capable of hearing the story and understanding it, but without actually being in the situation and experiencing all of it, it just isn't as funny.

I was involved in a group project in my College Composition II course during my freshman year in college; the assignment given to us four was to write a 5-8 page rhetorical analysis of three different articles regarding the music industry and certain relations in culture to music.

We got a C on the paper, for various reasons that don't really matter, but towards the end of the semester, the class was given the opportunity to choose one paper to revise, and since I had an A for every other paper, I chose to revise the rhetorical analysis.

Whichever assignment we chose to revise, the grade we get on the revision would completely replace the original grade (which, if our revision was A-worthy, would in effect give me straight A's for all the papers I did for that course).

We were allowed to work as a group again, however, if we chose to revise the group project, so that's what the four of us did, because that C the lowest grade for all of us.

In addition to looking over the paper ourselves and changing things, our professor had written numerous specific critiques on the paper when we originally got our grade for the paper several months ago. Things the teacher says are wrong with the paper is usually a pretty good place to start for a revision.

A lot of these were syntax mistakes, sentence structure, argument obscurity, as well as our evidence and arguments not supporting our thesis, which is the main reason we got a C originally.

One of the things in particular is something that she mentioned to us, but didn't actually reduce our grade because of it, was due to the... specific adjective we used to describe a certain group of people.

Basically, one of the three articles we were looking at in the rhetorical analysis was an article called "Hip-Hop" by Armstrong Williams. In it, he discussed various aspects of black culture; in particular, the way black children react to and sometimes idolize hip-hop artists. He argues that the reverence and adoration of this "thug" or "gangster" lifestyle is sort of a detriment to the growth of society and a kind of roadblock to educational and societal improvement, particularly relating to black culture as a whole in America. That's just his argument; the assignment isn't really to agree or disagree, but rather to investigate and discuss the way he uses language to persuade people (in other words, we are to to analyze the rhetoric he uses).

One of two things just happened to you right now when you read the previous paragraph. Notice that I used the phrase "black people" and "black culture" along with its various equivalents. You either found the terms offensive and a little arrogant or audacious... or you just read right through it unconsciously accepted it in the back of your mind, viewing it as a simple, non-offensive descriptive word without even taking a second thought about it.

Some people prefer the term "African American," while others aren't really all that concerned with what term is being used as long as it isn't obviously and patently offensive. Like "colored," or "negro," which both make you sound like you're from the 1940s, or, of course, the N-Word, which you can really only say if you are black. Or if you're a racist.

Well, we came across this very issue while writing the section of the essay dealing with Williams's article. Do we say "black people?" Or should we say "African Americans?" We had a small, 5-10 minute talk among ourselves on it, discussing things like if a black person is from and lives in France, calling them an "African American" makes no sense, because they aren't American. Do you call them African French? African People of Frenchness?

And what if their ancestors are from somewhere in South Asia, like India? People with dark skin are hardly all from Africa; it's not as if all African people have always been dark-skinned, nobody else in the world has ever been dark-skinned besides them, and it's solely because of early colonial America's slave trade that they ever left. Not even close.

What about white people whose ancestors going back a couple hundred years or so have been born and raised in, say, South Africa, and then part of the family moves to the United States and has a generation or two of kids there? These people live in America, and they're from Africa, but since they're white, they would never be called "African American" by anyone.

If anything, it can be argued that "African American" is a little presumptuous and assumes that all black people both live in America and are of specifically African descent. Nobody ever says "African Canadian." Plus, I don't consider the word "black" to be really all that offensive at all. It's just a color.

If you're describing someone's skin color, you might say pale, white, tan, pink, red, black, or brown -- as long as there aren't any actual racist thoughts, harmful stereotypes, or implicated negative connotations attached to these terms, they're basically just being utilized as blank slates, used only as temporal, inessential explanations and superficial, trivial descriptive labels to describe a simple difference in pigment or tone, not meant to imply anything more than what ultimately amounts to just a different level of keratin.

So we used the term "black people" throughout our paper. While grading our essay, our professor, I guess, didn't... particularily think it was the best phrasing to use, and she told us this. It was a little difficult to attempt to defend our usage and explain to her that we had this huge discussion on it, and in the end chose that phrasing for various reasons (mainly because we as a group agreed in general that the phrase "African American" is pretty vacuous), but when it came down to it -- and she was right in saying this -- honestly, someone reading your paper is only going to see that you say black instead of African-American.

When you break it down, you have two types of people that will read your paper. The person either:

(A) Is offended by the use of the term black, or...
(B) Is not offended by the use of the term black.

If you get Person A, you can use either black or African American and you'll be safe. If you get Person B, they're going to have somewhat of a negative opinion of you for not using something that they consider to be the proper indexation.

Saying black people will not offend A but will offend B, while African American won't offend either of them. It just makes better sense to not appear racist. Perceived racism has basically the same effect as actual racism -- people will think you're kind of a prick.

It also makes sense from a position of "maintaining literacy consistency." A paper written in a formal style of writing should never have any slang in it. For example, you shouldn't use the word "like" as an informal conjunction meaning 'as though,' 'as if,' or as a sort of numerical descriptive. Sort of like the word "like" in the sentence you're reading right now.

And let's face it -- the phrase "black people" just sounds a lot more informal than "African American." Even if "African American" is sort of fluffy and vapid, it still sounds better in an academic and/or dignified setting. So we decided to go with her suggestion and individually replace basically all instances of the word black or black people and the like to African American.

In theory, we didn't like it, felt like we were selling out, going against our real opinions just for a better grade, and would rather just say black people.

African American sounds a little overly politically correct to me, and makes it sound like you're trying to not sound racist, which, if we're too worried about the way we talk about a group of people or a particular race, we're just preserving unneeded negative stereotypes and sustaining harmful prejudices and hurtful misconceptions that there are actual differences between black people and white people, which there really aren't.

But basically... we went with "African American" because we wanted to make every attempt to change our C to an A.

In addition to actually revising the paper, we were given an assignment to write a "cover letter" to staple to the front of the paper with our names, which paper we were revising, and a written-out description of everything we decided to change about the paper and why.

We came to a problem though. How do we describe this change? What do you say exactly? I just described our thoughts in this article and a word count on that section will reveal that it took me about 1,000 words to explain our reasoning. How do we sum it up in a few sentences without completely defeating the purpose of trying not to sound prejudicial?

It's hard to explain that you stopped using a particular phrase without actually using the phrase in your explanation.

Other group member 1: "Okay, we changed 'black people' to 'African American,' so... what should we write for that?"

Me: "Let's say, like... okay... something like -- As per your suggestion in the margin notes and what we discussed during our group conference with you where we were assigned our grade for the project, we chose to change..."

Other group member 2: "We ultimately decided to use the phrase 'African American'..."

Me: "...When referring to..."

Other group member 3: "...When referring to... hmm... how do we describe it? When referring to..."

Other group member 2: "Okay... We decided to instead utilize the phrase 'African American' when referring to... when referring to what? How do we say it? We're trying to make it sound professional. When referring to..."

Me: ".......... black people."