Letter to the dumb people who make stuff that breaks: Hey you! You know who you are. I’m talking to you, the designers and builders and head honcho-ponchos of companies who make stuff. Stuff that we, the ordinary stiffs with credit cards, buy. Remember us dopes? Well, we’re not happy with you right now. Why? Because all that stuff you sold us keeps breaking. Yeah, that’s right — it broke. All of it. At the same time. Everything. Kaputski! Why, you ask? That’s what we’d like to know! We’re suspecting it has something to do with the fact that it’s all crap. Yeah, that’s right. We think you sold us a bunch of crap. All of it. And we ain’t happy. We’re thinking about coming to your house and busting some of your stuff. Let me just give you my scenario. It started with my phone. They work best if you can talk on them. They’re less effective, for instance, if you can’t. Mine started getting testy. Beeping all the time, which I know is the electronic equivalent of cursing. Then there were other strange habits, including work strikes. Phones belong to unions? My answering machine must have been in cahoots because he stopped working, too. Well, not all the time. It was like he would get moody. Some days he would work, others he would just call in sick. Literally, he would beep once and turn off. There was no turning him back on. A day or two later — beep! … Continue reading To All the People Who Make Stuff that Breaks