Really? In a cornfield? Come on! [huge huge huge huge eye roll here]

Public ridicule isn’t my thing, primarily because I have to live with myself and I myself have so many flaws that their summation exceeds all numerical values currently defined and undefined combined.  So my rant will be targeting an anonymous entity.

My trip to a spooky cornfield this year did not disappoint.  Sneaking around in the dark with actors trying to scare the holy $$@% out of me is horrifyingly delightful.  It is a seriously fun event and my friends and I always meet new people – you would be surprised how chummy strangers get when they are all terrified 🙂

However, the legal jargon I encountered upon entering the farm this year was a bit of a surprise.  I was expecting the normal warnings regarding health and safety but this place went a step further and posted the most ridiculous message I’ve ever seen, I’ve included a photo so you can see it for yourself:

ridiculousmessage

Really? “…with any/all media without compensation throughout the world” and “You hereby waive, release and forever discharge…”  I can’t believe an actual human wrote and posted this.  Seriously? And how clever to post it for only those who have actually shown up with friends and children so it is too late to back out as to not disappoint the other members of one’s party.

When I visited their web site to get the address prior to departure, you would think such a serious statement regarding FOREVER and THE WORLD would be posted on their web site but I found no such thing.  Instead, under the FAQ section I found several statements regarding the fact that photos and recordings are not allowed.  Say whaaaa?

I am saddened to see that a simple and fun evening, out under the stars, running around in a cornfield with a bunch of nice strangers has turned into a social media reality gorge fest.

 

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Merry Tweeting

I had a pretty sweet dream last night. I only remember a tiny bit of it but what I do remember is something I hope will happen someday if a random fabulous person out there decides to give me a hotel for my birthday and Twitter agrees to my unusual request.

Here is the low down on the dream:

It is night and very cold. I own a big beautiful Christmas hotel. Each night Twitter projects a massive live feed of Christmas-related tweets down the side of the building that faces town. They only project the actual tweets in a pretty cursive font and leave off everyone’s names/photos. Then it starts to snow.

There you have it folks, you know what you have to do.  I want this in place by next Friday! Move! Move!

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