Long Live Penn and Teller

I’m pretty tolerant of other people’s beliefs and decisions, but the anti-vaccine crowd drives me nuts. They’re like the poster child for the dangers of ignorance.  Language blissfully NSFW.

French Depressed

Jesus Christ, Bodum 8-cup French Press with free coffee scoop. Show some self-respect. You are the best. It’s why I bought you.

“Truth or Darryl” Video

This linky right here is the first performance of my sketch comedy troupe, Truth or Darryl. It’s not amazing, but I’m proud that we did it. I wrote the first sketch and I’m the guy yelling off camera.

I’m not sure if we are going to perform again. Sketch is a lot of work, and it’s hard to gauge how motivated everyone is. But I hope we continue on because it was a good learning experience and the DC area has a grand total of two sketch comedy groups, including us. We’re half the community! We can do a performance where the whole show is one guy taking a shit in a bucket and still call ourselves “one of the best sketch comedy groups in the DC area”.

Hmm. Maybe we should create a “Shit in a Bucket” show. We could promote it like mad, filling the theater with urban hipsters who saw our large fliers filled with ironic quotes like “I’ve never seen shit in a bucket done this well before!” and “You gotta be shitting me!” We could make a movie trailer hinting the show will be an elaborate narrative taking place over three time periods: the Renaissance, the 80s, and the far future. The promotion will be so whimsical and jokey that when the show starts, I think people will be pretty surprised the entire show is one guy taking a shit in a bucket for five minutes, lights out.

It would literally be the worst show everyone in the audience has ever seen,or will ever see. They will be able to tell their friends about this show for years. That has to be worth a $5 ticket, right?

To Do

I wrote “Bread?” on my To Do list last night, but my handwriting is messy, so when I woke up I realized someone walking by would think I wrote “Breed?”

Maybe that’s what’s on the To Do list of an ant queen: “Breed. Eat honey. Sharpen mandibles. Breed some more.”

It’s a News Smackdown

Sometimes, news headlines are emotionally charged to the point of being aggressive. Maybe editors think anger is what the public wants nowadays. Or maybe after the Wall Street bailouts, the BP oil spill, and a long, painful recession, headlines are just reflecting a common desire to give someone, anyone, their comeuppance.

Regardless, it gets over the top sometimes. All of these headlines are from The Washington Post’s web site today.

Haynesworth learns who is boss
It’s hard to insert a smackdown into a headline, but this editor pulled it off. To be fair, it’s an opinion column about a prima donna Redskins player, but still, Haynesworth is a 350 lb. Man. He’s such a man that my word processor automatically capitalized “man” when I wrote it. You shouldn’t gloat at someone with an arm the size of your torso unless you want the next headline to be “Sports columnist learns who is boss after Haynesworth sits on him”.

Iran starts feeling heat
Ooh…sounds like Iran is about to get some comeuppance! It also sounds like wishful thinking—Iran has been hit with sanctions, embargoes, and toothless U.N. resolutions ever since the Western-backed Shaw was overthrown in [1978]. Maybe the editor was lazy and was just recycling a headline from 1986.

Then there’s the “Weather Gang” section of the Post.

PM Update: Some payback for all the heat

Seriously? Have we declared a War on Weather now?
WEATHER FORECASTER (draws gun): “I’ve had it up to here with you, heat! [BLAM BLAM BLAM] Oh yeah! Who’s sweating now, [description of heat]?”

Even the chat promos are getting into the game.

Carolyn Hax Live: Advice columnist tackles your problems
Go Carolyn! Grab our problems by the ankle, drive them to the ground, and then punch them in the face until they promise never to bother us again.

Where are our problems going that they need to be tackled? Are they running towards the endzone to spike another painful thought into our egos? I don’t need my problems to be tackled. I’d be perfectly content leading them to a plate of cookies under a box propped up with a stick. Trapping my problems and never having to look at them seems like a perfectly acceptable solution.

My main concern is that if emotion met rationality in a cage match, emotion would whack rationality with a folding chair every time. It’s inherently stronger than rational thought, which evolved much later than our emotional centers.

That’s why it’s easier to manipulate people when they are emotional. (see: Glenn Beck and Keith Olbermann) and why news organizations should be careful when they use emotionally-laden words. They make articles more interesting and can help us care about things we might not care about otherwise. But they can also obscure truth and prompt us to form opinions based on emotion rather than the more laborious path of reason and logic.

Featured Song: “I Could Go”

Oberhofer is a young guy from NYC who makes some very upbeat, catchy songs. I haven’t heard all the songs on his upcoming LP yet, but I will be buying it. I can see him becoming very popular soon. Check the sidebar for a link to “I Could Go”.  (hat tip to Pasta Prima)

On another note, I love Miike Snow’s song “The Rabbit”. The video is mesmerizingly strange.

A Short Announcement

Measuring tape doesn’t tape shit.

That is all.

This post has been brought to you by Siemens USA. “Siemens: Yeah, we know what our name sounds like.”

This post has also been brought to you by Old Tyme Photo-Graphy. “We’ll process your daguerreotypes lickety-split! And by lickety-split, we mean one month.”

This post has also been brought to you by House of Ice-Cream. “Help! Somebody grab a bucket! Our house is made of ice cream!”

Announcement #2: If I had a time machine, I would travel back to 1826, right before French inventor Joseph Nicéphore Niépce was going to take the first photograph ever, and somehow, whether through persuasion, bribery, or force, convince him to take a photo of his dick. Here are my reasons:

1. It would be extremely funny.

2. History books would be forced to talk about it. The first photo ever is a watershed moment in history. You can’t skip over the subject of the photo. And the subject would be Niépce’s wee-wee.

3. It would shut up people who argue that society is more decadent than it used to be. “Counterpoint: first photo, dick photo. And he really wanted to photograph his dick because he had to keep the shutter open for eight hours, and he wasn’t even sure the technique would work.”

4. If an alien visited our planet and asked us to point to one moment in human history that would encapsulate everything he needs to know about males on our planet, we would now have that moment.

Announcement #3: I do have a time machine, I did travel back to 1826, and I did convince Niépce to photograph his dick. I bribed him with a six-pack of Coke Zero and a 30-day supply of Viagra (technically, 29 days. One of the pills was used in the photo.)

What I did not anticipate is that propriety would triumph over truth. History books of the day were too embarrassed to print the true details, so they said that the photo was “accidentally destroyed.” Really? Like used for a coaster or thrown out by the house servant while she was tiding up? IT’S THE FIRST PHOTO IN MOTHERFUCKING HISTORY. That’s BS. We can all read between the lines: phrases like “accidentally destroyed” and “perished in a mysterious fire” is history code for “something to do with dicks.” Not all these cases involve time travel, but 100% of them involve photos of men’s penises. I guarantee it. I know the truth, and now you know too.

Happy Birthday, Michele!

It’s my wonderful sister Michele’s birthday today. One of her friends on Facebook called her “O.G.”, which I am assuming means Original Gangsta because that is the best way to describe her. Here is a portrait I drew of her:

June Photo Roundup

I reached the halfway point of my Photo a Day project. This is the first month where I’m happy with most of the photos I took. The whole collection is here. Some of the photos:

Self-portrait (6-01-10)

Milk drop (6-05-10)

Higgins (6-11-10)

The Sweep Master (6-24-10)

Moonscape (6-25-10)

Hayden (6-26-10)

Butterfly (6-30-10)

Almost Everyone Who Uses Gmail Is a Hermaphrodite

How many weeks do you think Google spent to make the perfect default unisex icon?

I didn’t notice until now how finely it walks the line between male and female features.  It’s our Pat for the 21st century.

Funniest Thing I’ve Read In Weeks

Thank you, Internet.

Demons in the Digital Night

A few days ago, I mentioned how much better my life was from not having Internet access. I got tons of work done, I started reading a book (“Torture The Artist”), and I could feel my creative well slowly refilling. Well, we got Internet access today and I WAS TOTALLY LYING. I LOVE YOU INTERNET, AND I MISSED YOU MORE THAN MY OWN FAMILY!!!

CAT VIDEOS!
MUSIC VIDEOS!
CAT MUSIC VIDEOS!

Go ahead, try not to click on those amazing links. YOU LOVE THE INTERNET TOO.

In all seriousness, I’m concerned I will slip into old habits strengthened by a decade of practice and go back to wasting away large parts of my day. I’m going to try a system where I keep my connection unplugged and whenever I feel the urge to go online, I’ll write what I want to do on a list. Every few hours, I’ll go online, take care of my Internet tasks, and unplugged it again. (I’m writing this post offline so I don’t get distracted.)

Have you ever changed a hard-to-break habit? What worked for you?

The Joys of No Internet

I am an Internet hobo. I moved last week to a location that doesn’t have Internet access, and we won’t get it for several more days. And I like it.

Aside from a handful of instances where not having access hindred my life, I’m getting more work done and the withered connections in my brain related to reading are starting to light up again. I think another week of no Internet and I’ll start writing a book.

I wish I had the self-discipline to control my Internet use. I literally spend hours a day web browsing and only 20 minutes of it is necessary. The Internet makes me feel like a rat who can get food pellets from a canister by pressing a button, except in this case there are 10 canisters and after Canister #7 the rat forgets why he opened Canister #2 and ooh there’s a video of a cat trying to flush another cat down the toilet.

Anyone have any tricks to restrain your Internet use? I hope to read about them on a time-limited library computer.

Moving…

I’m moving in a few days to Eckington, a neighborhood in Washington D.C. Things in my room I no longer need:

  • Glow in the dark space bedsheets
  • Iomega 100 MB zip disk
  • 3.5 inch floppy disks (8)
  • 1000 packing peanuts
  • 1″ plastic dinosaur

Still cleaning, I’m getting near the point where I’m going to just toss everything in black trash bags and sort it out later.