March 28, 2007

More Favorites

Posted by timothompson at 06:19 PM

March 27, 2007

Favorites

In lieu of beating the dead horse that is SXSW (though I may yet do that), I'm going to keep it light with this list of favorites via Tiny Showcase's latest email dispatch.

Posted by timothompson at 06:33 PM

February 25, 2007

How May I Assist You?

This is an automated email sent from Sprint, now together with Nextel Web Chat. The following information is a log of your session. Please save the log for your records.
Your session ID for this incident is 181840.
Time Details
02/25/2007 05:52:52PM System: "Please hold and the next available agent with be with you shortly."
02/25/2007 05:52:56PM Session Started with Agent (Courtney)
02/25/2007 05:52:58PM Agent (Courtney): "Thank you for using Sprint Now Together with Nextel Web Chat. My name is Courtney. How may I assist you with your Sprint.com order today?"
02/25/2007 05:53:14PM Tim Thompson: "Hi. I wanted to find out when my plan expires."
02/25/2007 05:53:22PM Agent (Courtney): "Unfortunately, I do not have access to your billing information over the web. You will need to contact Sprint Customer Care at 1-888-211-4727, where they will be happy to assist you."
02/25/2007 05:53:32PM Tim Thompson: "is there a way to find it online?"
02/25/2007 05:53:59PM Agent (Courtney): "No, I'm sorry, there is not."
02/25/2007 05:54:09PM Tim Thompson: "heh"
02/25/2007 05:54:21PM Tim Thompson: "thanks"
If you require further assistance, you may contact us at sprintwebsales@chat.sprint.com

Posted by timothompson at 11:21 PM

July 01, 2006

Been Busy

Everything's all blending together. Scanning blogs, reading "The Epic of NYC," cudgeling together cartoons for executives, thinking about how "Jams Run Free" is the best Pavement song of this decade, sketching (badly), playing guitar while my cat rests his head on my thigh, watching the TiVo of Scorsese's "No Direction Home." It's all passing by so quickly, and I have thoughts once in a while. Once in a while I connect the dots, and I can see the Wizard behind the curtain. Or maybe it's the Wizard--maybe it's a trickster prince. I dunno. Bob Dylan tells Joan Baez how he doesn't know what he's writing about. He doesn't know what it means, and he asks her to explain it to him. One thing he does know is that "they" will be trying to explain what it means for years afterward. Lou Reed tells somebody why he can't be what people expect him to be--he's just passing through. Bob Dylan's 1966 British fans express disappointment at his constant morphing and shape changing. Ray Davies is telling me how we are creatures of little faith, even after he got shot in the leg. Stop whining. My fortune cookie says to accept the fact that I can't be number one--be content with my lot in life. You can worry -- or trust that ultimately, all is fine! I keep wanting to record these thoughts, but I can't stop to take notes. Relax. Let it go. Good night.

Posted by timothompson at 01:42 AM

June 21, 2006

Great Advice

In free verse from Steve Kilbey.

Posted by timothompson at 02:18 PM

March 02, 2006

For Lent

I'm giving up Bloglines and RSS feed readers (This is going to be tough).

Posted by timothompson at 02:23 PM

February 10, 2006

You Say It's Your Birthday...

Happy birthday, Flickr.

It's my birthday, too! So where's my web site present, Chan Marshall?

Posted by timothompson at 12:05 PM

August 16, 2005

Fifth Blogiversary

Was yesterday. I've now been typing "http://" into form fields for five years (with intermittent vacations).

Posted by timothompson at 03:03 PM

March 16, 2005

Confession

So I was at 20x2 during SXSW Interactive on Monday, and I was approached by someone because they wanted to do an interactive cell phone game during their presentation. They asked if I could help out, and I was like "Sure! Sounds fun." But I was having a little performance anxiety. What was going to happen was I was going to receive a call on my phone (set the ringer to the loudest setting), and then I was supposed to call the next person on deck, who was someone named Laura, and tell them the message I heard from the person who called me (like the telephone game). To make sure that I wouldn't misdial, when I was handed the number, I programmed it into my cell phone with a "0" name so it would be first in order. I was prepared.

When that person got up on stage, I got my cell phone ready. He called someone. The audience was all like "WTF?" as cell phones started ringing everywhere. Finally, I got the call. The message was something like—hell, I can't recall what it was now. Maybe "We can put a man on the moon, but we can't make toilet paper out of steel." Or maybe "Rubber bands are not for tying around your peepee, but don't suck coffee through a straw.”

All I remember is that when I got the call, I dialed my auto-program number. It rang. And rang. And rang. Oh, shit. I looked at the paper with Laura's number again. I had mistaken a 1 for a 4. By this time, they had moved on to the next speaker. Whoops!

I just wanted to use this blog post to apologize to whoever was doing that presentation. I was the broken link in your chain.

Posted by timothompson at 11:52 AM