Saturday, January 29, 2011

Maybe I Should Write Myself A Letter

It's been a good run.

This blog was a great idea when I came up with it and I've had some hilarious responses from the companies I've contacted, but I've realized that it just isn't something I'm going to keep updating.

I'm a writer, and the purpose of this blog was to give me another creative and fun outlet for my verbosity, one that I really did enjoy working on. Unfortunately, I didn't really craft enough structure into the blog to make it something that I would come back to on a regular basis; it was always "I'll get to it tomorrow", and suddenly it had been six months.

Since I can't leave well enough alone I'm not done blogging and I've started a new project called One Day, One Thousand in which I am attempting to write a 1,000 word story every day for a year. It's hard but fun and I'm hoping the schedule will force me to stick with it.

Thanks for reading, and I hope you take a gander at my other work!

- Doug

Monday, May 31, 2010

The CTV Letter - Final Stages Commencing

Greetings, all.

The letter is written. All that is left is editing and the ceremonial sending, which shall happen later on the in the week. Expect an update post-haste.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Fo' Realz

The letter is coming.

We say this every time there's a big gap between post and letter, and we'd love to tell you it's in order to increase suspense or some BS, but it's because we're busy. Turns out the business of being in the writing business actually takes alot more time that we thought. We naturally assumed our foray into the world of writing would lead to us sitting on sunlight patios deep in thought while we swirled our '02 Merlot, but instead it's led to a frantic clattering of keys and a keyboard with a mysterious greasy sheen and a not so mysterious pile of potato chip crumbs.

The point is, we're still here, still Canadian, and still mad about the Olympics. The letter is coming soon. Just bear with us.

Remember, patience is a truly Canadian virtue, along with high whiskey intake.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

The Gold Standard in Crap

For years, perhaps since the dawn of time, perhaps since the permafrost thinned out enough to allow human habitation in the wilds of Canada, one company has been responsible for broadcasting the Olympics.

That company was the government-sponsored Canadian Broadcasting Corporation (CBC). During the last several Olympic games, CBC featured catchy theme songs, a kitschy host who wore ridiculous sweaters – especially during the ever-so-Canadian Winter Olympics, and a dedication to showing Olympic coverage 24/7 while the games were taking place.

You see, we here at Canadaland studios are not sports fanatics. Oh, we like the CFL and NHL well enough, but not so much that we really know who plays for what team, or how exactly every rule in the game works. You want to pull on that guy's face mask, or slash him across the wrist to get the puck? Seems fair to us.

But the Olympics are something else entirely, something special. They are the pinnacle of amateur sport, of athletes at their peak. We're still not pleased that some professional athletes are allowed to compete, most notably in basketball, but basketball is perhaps the most awful sport in the world to watch, next to Northeastern Russian Seal Racing, so it's not really that big a deal. We can live with whiny professional athletes if it means that we get to see Olympic sports.

The Olympics make us a bit crazy. When they come on, so does our TV, and it stays on all day every day. We want sports all the time when the Olympics are on, sort of like that guy in your office who always wants a piece of cake, and you're like "dude, could you be any fatter?", but you can't really say anything because he's the bosses nephew.

We are the bosses nephew in this case, and our craving for the cakey goodness that is the Olympics only happens once every 2 years, so leave us alone already you big mean jerks – it's a glandular problem!

The point.

Is that CBC did a great job of giving us Olympic coverage of even the most obscure sports every minute of every day during the Olympics. 2am and you want to know how the cross-country freestyle pairs sudden-death biathlon went? Just turn to CBC. 9pm and you want to see the highlight of that figure skater who did the "triple flip double axle big-rig"? CBC's got you covered.

Sadly, the right to cover the Vancouver 2010 Olympics was lost by CBC to another company, CTV, in a bidding war. They managed to harangue the host of the CBC Olympics team into joining them, so we had moderate hopes, at least.

It was awful. The entire two weeks of Olympic coverage played like one giant, broken high-light reel. There were pre-event interviews, post-event dissections and profiles of the athletes. There were panel discussions and very strange conversations with minor celebrities, Canadian and American, for no reason.

Oh, the sports? Yeah not so much. Results of events that didn't feature a prominent Canadian were simply reported in a 2-minute sound byte, and the ones that did feature our athletes showed precious little else.

And the sweaters? Gone. Replaced instead by Armani suits, slicked-back hair, and some extra-douchy announcer we'd never seen before. It was a mockery of true Olympic coverage, which highlights skill, focus, and the fact that Canadians have too much time on their hands.

So get ready CTV, a letter is coming, on behalf of Canadians everywhere who know that its not about how many medals Canada wins, or how many times the Americans screw up. It's about camaraderie, spectacle and true emotion.

And beer. Beer is good too.

Oh, and chips.

Look, the point is – CTV you suck and read our letter.

Beer.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Yup, Still Here

We know, this happens about once a month.

You're stopping by to see us on a regular basis, and suddenly we disappear into the Twisting Nether. Sadly, such is the life of freelance and creative writers.

But we're still here, and we've got a couple of letters cooking. The first one is going to be about the recent Vancouver 2010 Olympics, which, while fantastic, were distinctly lacking in anything resembling useful coverage. This offends us, so naturally a letter must be written.

We'll keep in touch, and don't give up on us just yet. We Canadians are a tenacious folk.


Friday, April 2, 2010

Masters of the Card – The Letter Goeth

To Whom it May Concern,

It’s funny.

I’m not a big credit-card supporter. I’ve gotten into more debt trouble with those things than in any other way (my own fault, admittedly). Unfortunately, I also know having at least one is necessary in our credit-crazed society, and I understand that along with a credit card comes the inevitable marketing, the up-selling of “balance protection”, random “cheques” arriving at my house, and a periodic bombardment of calls about the company’s “service”.

Notice I’ve put those terms in quotes, because none of them are real. “Balance protection” isn’t really an accurate description – “taking small amounts of money monthly from suckers” would be more to the point but probably doesn’t fit well into brochures. The “cheques” I get are an attempt to get me to treat my card as cash, which is possibly the worst mistake a human can make, aside from taking the blue pill rather than the red pill if you get offered it in a the-world-is-not-real type of scenario. Similarly, the concept of “service” at most credit card companies bears more resemblance to kicking small puppies than helping mankind…but I digress.

I had a Capital One MasterCard. You don’t need the card number, since I’ve cancelled it, but I’m writing this letter on principle, and good old Canadian grit. This MasterCard was serviceable. It did the job I needed it to do. It had a nice low credit limit, and was something I could fall back on in times of need or hardship. I didn’t even carry it in my wallet – it got to hang out in the top drawer of my dresser, my underpants keeping it secure. But then, one day, after years of steadfast non-service, I received an innocuous looking letter in the mail.

This letter stated that to “benefit me”, my card would be changing to a fee-per-year model. The only way to prevent this from happening was to call your company and cancel the card. If I had done nothing, not received the letter or thrown it away unopened, I would have suddenly been on the hook for a yearly $30 hit. I probably should have seen this coming. Had I bothered to read my credit card agreement in detail, I’m sure it would have shown that you have the ability to start such a fee plan, in addition using my likeness for advertising purposes and renting out my house to a band of travelling carnival workers.

I should have known better, should have been smarter, but that doesn’t make it right, doesn’t
make it honorable. As strange as this may seem in the corporate world, the customer is actually what drives business. No, really. We’re the ones who pay the interest and use the cards that keep you in business. You’ve not “doing us a favor” by granting us the boon of your credit cards. We’re keeping you afloat.

So here’s what I’m suggesting in the future – a phone call. I know, I know. It’s a shocker. Try this out next time, and I’d imagine that the results will be better. First, call the client whose card you’re going to suddenly change for the worse. Ask him if he wants to keep the card. Write down “oh dear God one thousand times no”, which will be his response to your question. Move on to the next call. This will save both parties time, money, and aggravation.

Let me be perfectly clear. Credit cards are a necessary evil, one that I can bear to live with under typical conditions. But a company that operates on the premise that I will either be too lazy or too stupid to cancel my card in the event of an upcoming, unavoidable fee raise represents its own special brand of suck.

This letter is for all Canadians, quietly brooding over their credit card’s poor service as they drink their double-double, silently cursing at the owner of the car parked too close to theirs, before asking them to politely move. These are my Canadian brothers, fuming inside but unable to let any anger escape, save for a small steam-powered stream of polite deferrals and passive-aggressive deflections.

No more, brothers, sisters! This letter is for you. So enjoy my response-letter to your letter. A counter-response form letter is anticipated. I’m sure it will serve me better.

Sincerely,


Letter Sent: 12:30pm Mar 27, 2010


Monday, March 15, 2010

Still Here. Still Canada.

Oh hi.

Yes, we're still around. Sadly, the MasterCard we've been meaning to send has gone unsent in the last few weeks as we've been dealing with the final stages of the CanadaCar being damaged by a fellow apparently desperate to get to work. Go figure.

In any case, the MasterCard letter will follow shortly, unless we get in some sort of second, freak, accident. This is thankfully unlikely, but anything is possible here in Canadaland. We're a land of wonderment, maple syrup, and oh yes – many, many gold medals.

Strangely, there's a letter coming about that.

Stay tuned! Stay literate! Stay Canadaloving!