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January 7, 1998
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Reader mail: Volume
12
Getting caught up
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By now you know that the one thing we care about at simpleton
is you, the fabulous Little People. Today we want to let you speak for yourselves.
Our mailroom is kneedeep in postcards and telegrams. Just feast your eyes on this
segment from John Gallup's ten part restaurant rant:
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7. French or Spanish on the menu is fine if the dishes were originally concocted there. But "biftek en croute avec pommes
frites" for a burger and fries is pretentious. Cutesy isn't the answer either. The menu should tell me what the food is, not try
to sell it to me.
8. I came to your restaurant to have food served to me by your excellent staff. If I wanted to make my own salad, ladle my
own soup--or as a I saw in one extreme case, cook my own steak--I'd stay home. I don't like your salad bar.
9. Don't serve butter in little foil-wrapped thingies that I have to get my hands greasy unwrapping. Put the butter on a plate.
Ditto with the little simulated cream containers. I don't like my table littered with a bunch of wrappers, even if it is more
convenient for you. I'm paying for my convenience.
"John Gallup"
jegallup@erols.com
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Dear John,
For my money, the most inconvenient things to open are those little chocolate coins that
come wrapped in gold tinfoil. There's no pull tab or anything on those babies, so by the
time you get the foil off, it doesn't even look like a coin anymore! Can you believe these
people?
Sincerely,
tim
PS: I thought it was just me, but then no less a source than AS Kornheiser
checked in:
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December 2: Kindertod
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Dear simpleton,
Subject: No Second Acts in American Media Events
An associate was hired by a European candy company to research a line of
products for US introduction. These are now widely sold, and admired, in
Europe and consist of a chocolate egg inside of which one finds a large
plastic egg, inside of which one finds a small toy that must be
assembled to be played with. There are over 100 toys, and kids collect
them in Europe; assembling them is a family fun thing, apparently.
Does this sound in any way familiar? Even as she was researching the
product, the enormous [insert own slang term for loud, stupid, pointless
media event] over Hershey's chocolate eggs began. For those of you who
weren't listening, Hershey's introduced a line of Disney-connected
chocolate eggs; inside each egg was a large plastic egg; inside each
plastic egg was a Disney play figure. Turns out it's illegal to insert
toys into food. Much idiocy resulted. Many people had press conferences
discussing the horror, The Horror, of putting toys into candy, thus
risking the health of innocent children. The product was banned. Or at
least Hershey's withdrew it out of justified fear that it was about to
be in legal trouble.
My associate's product is clearly unlikely to see the light of day in
the US, although it remains on sale and extremely popular in Europe.
However, since I was tangentially involved in all this, I followed the
[again insert own noun] carefully, and learned many things:
1. The law was never meant to prohibit what was clearly not an edible
product from being mixed with an edible product; otherwise, bubblegum
cards (anybody remember those?) would be illegal. It was designed to,
correctly, protect against dangerous nonfoods being mixed cavarlierly in
with foods.
2. Much of the anti-Hershey campaign was discretely being run by Mars
Candy lobbyists; Mars did not have an equivalent product.
3. It was absolutely and totally impossible for anybody to accidentally
mistake the interior egg for something edible. It was the size of real
egg and made of plastic; an ostrich couldn't have swallowed it. It was
also impossible for anybody except an adult (preferrably with lots of
tools) to open the egg and get out the toy.
4. The toy was a perfectly normal child's toy, the type sold everywhere,
and perfectly appropriate for young children to play with. It met all
conceivable safety standards, and anything less likely to cause an
accident I've never seen.
Did you know any of this? You did not. Sound bites, easy visuals, the
usual villains (greedy candy company) and usual heros (vigilant TV
reporters, vigilant negligence lawyer) made their usual appearance.
It really was a nice toy. Nice gift for grandparents to pick up for the
kids. Good stocking stuffer. Hershey's clearly researched the hell out
of it, to be sure it was safe and something that both parents and kids
would like. But no... Somebody said it was dangerous for children,
therefore by God it was a dangerous evil thing and needed to be
destroyed. There are no second acts in American lives and no second acts
for either American products or Amercian media events.
The Moral, since every media tale must have a moral: The world is not
safe. Who ever told you it was? Nor was it made safe for a four-card
flush. Nobody gets out of this alive. Learn to make distinctions. And
don't believe everything you see on TV.
Alan Kornheiser
ASKORNHEISER@prodigy.net
The Doctor Is IN (and in need of some help himself)
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Dear Alan,
So once you get the foil wrap off these little coins, you're still not out of the woods.
Often, there's still a little bit of foil attached to the chocolate that you don't
notice. And I've got a couple filling, so if I accidentally bite into foil ...YEE OW!
Sincerely,
tim
PS: So now I'm thinking jeez, If you can't trust the people who brought you M&Ms...
Then it occurs to me, hell maybe They're pulling the wool over my eyes too:
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December 16: Is That in Your
Pocket a Babel Tower?
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Dear simpleton,
Hey look: I translated some of Simpleton into German, then back to English.
Those wacky krauts! This is funny stuff. The translator has limitations, but
it's a gas.
Simpleton has been in the good these weeks. I hope you didn't follow the
criticism to your person, I figured we could have us all a laugh good from
the words. Ha, ha, ha.
Speak in the tongues
Decembers 16, 1997 new Monday by Friday
In your bag is the Babel Tower?
Somewhat is lost in the conversion
Whenever you receive near at designing the universal language, God pulls the
blanket out from below you. For years mangling different Umsetzungss of
programs human thoughts in many different languages. Last week, new
program Alta Vista looked, around which an approaching of the target of a
far applicable interpreter (in a will to the durability of geekdom, the program
took the cliche " babelfish " to Douglas of Adam in its name) - which first
conversion program to be its results really a rather acceptable conversion of
the original text form. But for the last four days, the Site of the program was
non-attainable - apparent a substantial part of the 11 or 12 people on the
Web is really not English loudspeakers...
Sincerely,
Ant'ny
afloreno@chemexpo.com
PS: The simpleton stuff is bona fide. I have half the office translating stuff
and we're rolling in the aisles. Check these gems out:
Spank the monkey--English to German to English--Flog the Drop Hammer
I like kicking puppies--English to Portugese to English--I like stepping on
dog younglings
Woo-hoo! This is great!
Oh, and how dare that man insist that we send phony letters just to juice up
the Reader Mail. Does he know I spent two hours on the phone with nitwits in
sales, marketing and programming?
Thanks Tim, you have brought joy to Schnell this holiday season. And
printing is thing you can do from I say (You can print that).
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Dear Ant'ny,
Look, whether it's chocolate Deutschmarks, Escudos, what have you... these little
coins are tough sledding. Actually, you'd figure the Germans would have figured out
some efficient means for unwrapping them. But no.
Sincerely,
tim
PS: That guy isn't the only one who thinks we're sending fake Reader Mail. How these
rumors get started I have no idea, but here's a worse one: despite my repeated insistence,
some people refuse to believe our cash prizes are real. They think it's a sham! What do I
have to do here, people? Our cash prizes are bona fide, and are available to contest
winners. Granted we've fallen a bit behind in mailing out the awards, but this
is simply a clerical error. All previous contest winners (there are currently three
outstanding) will receive prizes. All others are encouraged to continue competing for cash
prizes. Details will be announced right here at simpleton.
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December 29: A Poem
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Dear simpleton,
Subject: By Bob Folder
Roman Poem
Rubbing his turbulent schroeder
Some Roman dude
Shimmies up the drainpipe
of the Baths of Caracalla
Whispering his knockwurst
To the Emperor's ebullient porthole
He spies a gigantic scrotum
The Senator used as a tarp
To cover up his fun buggy
In the carport of his villa
Known to the locals as Boner Town
And valued for its buttocks
This Roman dude
Climbed down from the moist and lubricated lintel
Minus one spanking
And ran into the rumpus room
Where the goat cheese rafters
Echoed the screaching
Of 100 soaking-wet ferrets
Producing stew
The stench of antique meats
Drove preceptors and praetors together
Into an Italic broomcloset
Where freedmen shot their yogurts
Into citizens' togas
And matrons cradled loafers
Dreaming of speaking to radishes
About the soil in their stolas
Curt Hopkins & Susan Jacobson Hopkins
jakehop@sirius.com
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Dear Curt and Susan,
Twas the Night of the King's Castration;
The Royal Ball was coming off.
The counts and no accounts were sitting around slinging camel turds
for in those days bullshit was unknown.
"Come forth, Daniel" said the King
But Daniel slipped on a piece of wet lion shit and came fifth, thus
losing the race.
"Balls!" cried the Queen, "If I had two I'd be King!"
This is easier than I thought!
Sincerely,
Tim
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January 2: Give Us Free
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Dear simpleton,
I like to browse through magazines at the magazine stand. I find few
publications so compelling that I want to read them every... single...
week (or month). And that goes for Slate, too.
But the real question is, if you don't charge for simpleton, and you
don't have any ad banners, how can you make any money at this? (I'm
talking about subsistence here, not profit.)
Gene Smith
GSmith@edc.gov.ab.ca
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Dear Gene,
The problem with payment is currency. As a Canadian, you must appreciate the difficulties
of getting coin of the realm...
But the real problem is this foil wrap on the coins. What's up with that?
Sincerely,
Tim
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Dear simpleton,
Subject: How much would I pay?
I'll give you everything in my pockets right now.
$.98
some lint
two ATM receipts
my wife's pony-tail-holder
a parking stub for a ramp on 7th and Grant (I think), downtown
Minneapolis.
Michael Hall
gooba@bigfoot.com
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Dear Gene,
Now if you'd had a chocolate coin in you pocket getting all melted and rank, it would
have proven my whole point!
Sincerely,
Tim
PS: That's all we've got room for today! Fear not! The mail room is still swamped with
messages from our readers, so Geof Kupperman has promised that tomorrow,
in addition to our regularly scheduled program,
we'll have a special Director's Cut of Reader Mail. Stay tuned!
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