‘You Requested a New Facebook Password’

Hell no I didn’t.

Received an email this morning from something purporting to be Facebook (email: ). It says I recently requested a password change and asked me to click on a link at https://www.facebook.com, which looks real.

I did no such thing and I imagine one of three things is happening.

1. It’s an email scam. And lord help society if it is. Because considering some of the stupid shit I’ve seen Facebook users fall for, it’s the sort of scam that’s going to work very, very well. It could very well bring society to its knees! Cows will starve to death on Farmville!

2. Someone’s accidentally trying to get into my Facebook account. Says Facebook: “If you have received a Facebook password reset email that you did not request, it is likely that someone accidentally entered your email address or username when attempting to log in to their account. This often happens if you have a popular username or email address. As long as you do not click the link contained in the email, no action will be taken, and your account will remain secure.”

3. Someone’s purposely trying to get into my Facebook account, which … fuck me. Why? And if I find you, I will stab you about the neck and face.

Dear White, Egg-Laying Angry Bird

You SHOULD look embarrassedYou worthless piece of shit, you. You have one job to do: to lay an explosive egg when I tap on the screen. That’s it. One job. And, lately, you have been failing at that far too often for my tastes. Indeed, if you were an egg-laying hen–if I owned egg-laying hens–I would have killed you and thrown you in a gumbo long ago based on your unreliable production.

Does this happen with Yellow Bird, or Black Bomb Bird or Blue Glass-Bashing Bird(s)? No. Never. Even your more-useless brethren, the Boomerang Toucan, performs every time I tap the screen that second time.

So what, exactly, is your deal? Do you not feel like laying? Perhaps your egg is fertilized and you don’t want to lose your child? Tough titties! You’re on a suicide mission to begin with, so don’t give me any lip. Hell, it’s not like your precious explosive egg is all that useful. It doesn’t do much but make noise. Your spent, eggless body, on the other hand, makes for an effective brick-and-wood bashing projectile.

BUT I CAN’T GET THAT UNLESS YOU LAY THE DAMN EGG WHEN I TAP THE SCREEN.

You’re attention to this matter would be greatly appreciated.

Respectfully,

Ken Wheaton

p.s. Please excuse the coarse language, but the game does awaken a passion inside of me not seen since the original Pitfall Harry.

Another Consumer Complaint

To the staff and customers of Brooklyn home improvement stores:

This note is simply to point out that when two men walk into a Home Depot or Lowe’s to buy a very manly offset smoker, just because one guy is wearing a sensible argyle sweater, dark jeans and loafers does not mean that they are a couple and are looking to have their kitchen remodeled. (Especially if they don’t even OWN!)

And to the guy at the self-checkout kiosk at Lowe’s, if two such people WERE a couple, why were you complimenting only one of the party on his shirt, you homewrecker?

Best,
A concerned citizen

Random Complaint of the Day

To the food-scientists at General Mills:

Gentleman and ladies, I was wondering if you could quit playing with the liquid nitrogen long enough to bring your attention to an important matter. I understand that freezing random objects like bananas and breaking them with hammers can provide hours of entertainment–were I in your shoes, I’d be doing the same thing–but something simply must be done about your Total cereal.

Quite simply, the way in which your cereal compacts itself into my teeth is unacceptable. It’s a fine cereal. It’s got a nice taste, a nice mouth feel (which is something I know you people work on) and, of course, it provides a day’s worth of essential nutrients and vitamins, which prevents me from having to eat 20 bowls of Special K. Yet, after eating your product, it sticks in my teeth–in between them and, curiously, inside the cusps of the molars, as if, once masticated, it turns into a cement of some sort.

Given enough time and saliva, it will disappear of course. But I’m a busy man. And I’m a busy man who doesn’t like stuff getting, as the kids say, all up in my toothbrush. Now, sure, I could pre-rinse. Don’t think I haven’t tried. I swish and swirl. I’ve tried water and milk and Listerine. But it’s still in there and will not budge until the toothbrush is applied. Granted, I can rinse out the toothbrush, but there’s just something downright icky about seeing chewed up Total flakes in my bristles.

I have faith that you can do this. My other go-to cereal, your very own Cheerios, presents no such problem. And while the folks over at Kraft are taking on airs and selling their secrets to restaurant chefs like Grant Achatz, you’ve kept our nose to the grindstone. You’ve managed to get honey and nuts into Cheerios, invented a square-bottomed taco (though for marketing purposes, I understand you’ve attributed this breakthrough to a young Mexican child), and you’ve brought the spark of life into a lump of Pillsbury dough (though I still think some horrible Planet of the Apes scenario will result from this playing God).

I trust you will make haste on this problem. I’d hate to have to launch a #totalfail campaign on Facebook and start a “I Hate Total in My Teeth” Facebook group or, if it came to it, abuse my position at work and launch an investigative series. This is not my style and I’d rather just switch to another brand, but as hinted at above and as made clear in your previous ad campaigns, there is no other Total equivalent and I have neither the money, time or appetite to eat the multiple bowls of cereal necessary to achieve that level of nutrition.

Thank you for your attention to this matter.

Sincerely,

Ken Wheaton

177 Pounds

It’s amazing what cutting out booze, meat and most sugars (except fruit and honey) will do for your weight. Upping the running doesn’t hurt, either. I think I need to get back into the weight room, though. I’m afraid I’ll lose weight everywhere except the ole gut. (FYI, 177 is what I weigh. I’ve lost 10 pounds. Just clarifying after someone on Twitter asked me if I lost 177 pounds.)

Last night, I had a dream that I ate a couple of cookies by accident. I was upset with myself. If you’ve quit smoking, you’ve probably had these dreams. I still have them, over 10 years later. I dream that I smoked a cigarette and I wake up pissed off at myself because I can no longer say it’s been over 10 years. Then I realize I haven’t smoked. And last night, I didn’t eat any cookies.

I’d like to report that cutting out the booze and restaurant meals has saved me a lot of money — and I guess it has — but that’s been canceled out and then some by the shopping I’ve been doing in the wake of the move. Furniture, odds and ends, more furniture. Bleeding money over here. I’ve got two things left to buy. One of those over-the-toilet cabinet things for the bathroom.

And the smoker. This is the bad boy I have my eye on, but of course it isn’t in stock anywhere around here at the moment because Home Depot is a clown show. (Also, I don’t know why it’s listed at that price online. All the stores I’ve called said that in the store it lists for half that.)

But I’m not eating meat at the moment anyway, so no need to rush that one.

Even My Eyes Are Fat

So I’m at the eye doctor this morning. Retinas are fine. No signs of macular degeneration. Prescription hasn’t changed.

But I have cholesterol in my eyes! IN MY EYES!

He says that sort of thing typically starts in your late 50s. Great. Must have been all that pork-shrimp I ate over the years.

187 Pounds

The new apartment is still a mess. I’ve got the bedroom sort of set up and the TV and internet hooked up, but the office is a cluster as is the kitchen. Despite hiring movers on Saturday, between pitching in and moving stuff in both apartments and the cleaning and garbage removal in the old place yesterday, I woke this morning feeling like I’d been rolled up in a blanket and beaten with a baseball bat. Lots of calories burned! And since I haven’t had any meat, alcohol or sweets since last Tuesday, I figured I’d shed a few pounds.

Well, I’m 187. The Wii Fit graduated me from overweight to obese. (This is based on BMI, which is based on a crude formulation of height and weight. At, 5’6″ I think my “ideal” weight is a laughable 165. Ha!)

At any rate, I’m sounding like a chick, but by the time May rolls around, I better be at least 10 pounds lighter. Gotta lighten up before barbecue season starts. I’ve got a backyard to put through its paces.

Time for bed.

Just Stay Away From Me for 40 Days

Tomorrow Lent starts. As I’ve written before, I don’t believe in any of this religion stuff. But, like a cultural Jew, I’m sort of a cultural Catholic. And I find Lent to be a useful time of the year, especially considering some of my appetites. It’s also as good a time as any to start a diet, save some money and get some work done.
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