Comments on: Fliers and Change: Two Things I Wish Would Go Away

By: Jason Tyne

Jason Tyne — Wed, 08 Oct 2008 13:36:12 +0000

“Vote for Jason” = “No more change”

“Vote for Obama” = “Lots of change”

The choice is clear.

By: Elizabeth

Elizabeth — Tue, 07 Oct 2008 03:15:24 +0000

Jason, your proposal is too complicated for me to understand. As I’ve discussed on this blog before, I can barely even add. You lose me at “decimal point” and “hundredth place.”

By: Jason Tyne

Jason Tyne — Mon, 06 Oct 2008 15:40:24 +0000

I’ve been on the no-change bandwagon for years. I actually think the solution is to get rid of of a decimal point. Ban all change, put out a ten-cent bill and be done with the hundredth place forever.

By: Mary Jane

Mary Jane — Mon, 06 Oct 2008 02:47:01 +0000

Nothing would give me more pleasure, sadly, they are indefatigable.

By: Hope

Hope — Fri, 03 Oct 2008 17:51:19 +0000

Why, yes, they do make a machine for that, which I believe is available on QVC or via special televsion offer only available to “Amazing Inventions” viewers.

Wait… it’s not a fun game? I feel so used.

It’s actually quite relaxing. Miyagi and I sit around the computer, listening to our NPR podcasts and stuff the coins into the paper rolls, seeing who can make the most money before the end of “Wait Wait….” You’d be surprised how dextrous his tiny paws can be when give an pile of dimes and the promise of table scraps.

By: Quiconque

Quiconque — Thu, 02 Oct 2008 14:11:04 +0000

“How do you even roll coins? Is there, like, a machine for that?”

Family sweatshop. That’s how I roll coins. Rustle up the young’uns and pretend it’s a fun game. No, they cannot have any of the money. I have $85 in change sitting in a box in my sister’s house.

The issue is not the rolling of the coins. The issue is the CARRYING of the rolls. I am old and infirm, and a box full of hundreds of little metal chips is too much for my tired body to bear.

Being old, I think postcards are pretty. They make my cork board look special.

By: Elizabeth

Elizabeth — Thu, 02 Oct 2008 02:58:57 +0000

Argh, smiley! Real smiley! Quick, Mary Jane, shoot it!

By: Elizabeth

Elizabeth — Thu, 02 Oct 2008 02:58:24 +0000

Hope, here’s the part that undercuts your entire pro-change argument:

since I’ve gone through the effort of rolling them

How do you even roll coins? Is there, like, a machine for that?

Sara, if QOS didn’t know how you felt about postcards before, I’m sure they do now.

By: Sara B

Sara B — Wed, 01 Oct 2008 14:19:43 +0000

I am only friends with other old ladies. Hence the love for you and Hope.

So, people were talking about what to do to promote the QoS show more, and of course, someone said we should do postcards!!! God Damn it! Can’t they all just read this blog post and see how horrible postcards are???

Maybe postcards are good for mailing old folks, but I do NOT want postcards or fliers to give to my friends, or hang up at my place of work!! Who the Hell am I supposed to give a postcard to? Chris P? Hope? Lo?
Plus, they are a useless killing of tree’s that will almost def get thrown out rather then recycled.

By: Hope

Hope — Tue, 30 Sep 2008 20:47:07 +0000

It’s soo true that marketing methods are bandwagon affairs. It comes from ex-(or current) performers sitting around trying to ‘brainstorm’ marketing options. When you don’t have money for a marketing staff, you do the next best thing: copy what the Met does.

From the admin end, I do know that postcards are singularly useful in direct mail because they cost less to mail and remind your audience-old-people when your tour dates are. You know… septogenarians (?) who have cork boards at home instead of iCal reminders. But delivered in any other non-postal method = so much useless clutter.

I have to take the opposite view of change, though. Sometimes I pay for metrocards with a larger bill than needed just so I get dollar coins back. Because it makes me feel like a pirate. With a pocketbook full of booty. Also am not above paying for my coffee with rolls of pennies; since I’ve gone through the effort of rolling them, I defy any cashier to say they won’t take it. Mostly because I am a 70-year-old in a 30-year-old’s body.