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Wednesday, October 14, 2009
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Friday, April 17, 2009
Tea Party Tyranny
"They didn't know fuck-all about tyranny."
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"It makes me want to run you through with a bayonet."
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"It makes me want to run you through with a bayonet."
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Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Does This Excite You? Not Really, But The Monty Python Thing Is Cool
I didn’t get much sleep last night – seriously, if someone out there has a Voodoo fetish doll of me and is sticking it with pins when I’m trying to sleep, knock it the hell off – so the odds that I’ll post anything coherent or in any way meaningful are even worse than they are when I’m well-rested.
So, in lieu of an actual post, please to enjoy the following video clips.
Does this excite you? No, but it does make me laugh (and kind of skeeves me out):
(Found via a comment thread at Slacktivist)
Note how bored the guy playing the organ looks, and watch for the little blonde kid who clearly can’t believe what he’s seeing during the seemingly impromptu musical number.
Whenever I hear/read about “glorified bodies,” I always picture people who look like the not-quite finished clones of Hank and Dean on The Venture Bros:
Also, I don’t really view losing my junk and turning into a Ken doll as “glorified.”
BTW, in the Left Behind books it’s stated that everyone in a glorified body is set physically at the age of 32 or 33. Sure, that’s a plus if you’re 60, but what if you’re, say, 21?
Why I love Monty Python:
(Found via Mark Evanier’s blog)
And finally, you had to know that the final Bush-era episode of The Daily Show would have some great moments. Watch the full episode here.
So, in lieu of an actual post, please to enjoy the following video clips.
Does this excite you? No, but it does make me laugh (and kind of skeeves me out):
(Found via a comment thread at Slacktivist)
Note how bored the guy playing the organ looks, and watch for the little blonde kid who clearly can’t believe what he’s seeing during the seemingly impromptu musical number.
Whenever I hear/read about “glorified bodies,” I always picture people who look like the not-quite finished clones of Hank and Dean on The Venture Bros:
Also, I don’t really view losing my junk and turning into a Ken doll as “glorified.”
BTW, in the Left Behind books it’s stated that everyone in a glorified body is set physically at the age of 32 or 33. Sure, that’s a plus if you’re 60, but what if you’re, say, 21?
Why I love Monty Python:
(Found via Mark Evanier’s blog)
And finally, you had to know that the final Bush-era episode of The Daily Show would have some great moments. Watch the full episode here.
Friday, September 05, 2008
Action Is My Middle Name. Wait, I Don't Have A Middle Name. But Anyway, Waffles!
When I got home today I watched last night’s Daily Show and Colbert Report, then kicked the weekend into high gear by taking a nap.
At least tonight I remembered to eat something. I usually have some kind of snack when I get home, and then eat dinner while watching The Simpsons at 7, but my mom called as soon as I got home, which delayed my snacking, so by the time 7 rolled around I wasn’t hungry, and I went upstairs to do some stuff on the computer – paying bills, writing a blog entry, etc. – thinking that I’d get around to eating later. I never really got hungry, so I just sort of forgot about it, and didn’t actually notice that I was hungry until I was in bed, at which point I said “Screw it,” and went to sleep.
Needless to say, I was glad when I got in to work and found that for this month’s “Healthy Breakfast” we actually had waffles and sausage, in addition to the usual selection of fruits, bagels, muffins, and donuts.
So I loaded up on a little bit of everything.
In any case, not much else is going on. I’m hoping that this will be the weekend on which I finally build up enough motivation to get a haircut.
That should be exciting.
At least tonight I remembered to eat something. I usually have some kind of snack when I get home, and then eat dinner while watching The Simpsons at 7, but my mom called as soon as I got home, which delayed my snacking, so by the time 7 rolled around I wasn’t hungry, and I went upstairs to do some stuff on the computer – paying bills, writing a blog entry, etc. – thinking that I’d get around to eating later. I never really got hungry, so I just sort of forgot about it, and didn’t actually notice that I was hungry until I was in bed, at which point I said “Screw it,” and went to sleep.
Needless to say, I was glad when I got in to work and found that for this month’s “Healthy Breakfast” we actually had waffles and sausage, in addition to the usual selection of fruits, bagels, muffins, and donuts.
So I loaded up on a little bit of everything.
In any case, not much else is going on. I’m hoping that this will be the weekend on which I finally build up enough motivation to get a haircut.
That should be exciting.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Made Of Fail A/V Club: What The F***, Ladies?
The following clip from a recent episode of The Daily Show is funny, but that’s not why I’m posting it. The reason I’m posting it is that there is one element that annoys the hell out of me and leaves me utterly baffled. Watch for yourself and see if you can figure out what I’m talking about:
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Did you see it? Do you understand?
No?
Okay, I’ll explain it to you. In the “Blue State” segment, featuring a guy who lives – shirtless – in a hut and does his “grocery shopping” in a dumpster, there was one aspect that jumped out at me: he has a girlfriend.
Yes, a man who eats roadkill and uses sour cream recovered from a garbage dumpster – albeit a dumpster that “seldom” has maggots – has a girlfriend, or possibly even a wife.
There’s really only one thing I can say about that: seriously, ladies, what the fuck?
A guy who essentially lives like a seagull has a girlfriend, yet here I am, with access to indoor plumbing and personal hygiene products – which I actually use, and did not acquire from a dumpster – a total loveless loser.
Granted, I’m a geeky weirdo, I’m socially awkward, I’m probably needy and clingy, and, as will be examined in a future post, I’m not much fun at parties, and I probably have a host of other character defects that are not immediately apparent – either to myself or others – but, and I can’t stress this point enough, I don’t eat food that I found in a fucking dumpster.
Maybe it’s not fair of me to use the romantic choices of one woman as an indictment of your entire gender, but I think this case is extreme enough to warrant it.
So, I ask again: What. The. Fuck?
*Sigh* Okay, I’m coming off as bitter and hostile, but honestly, can you blame me? When you’re a gainfully-employed homeowner with prospects for the future, and being romantically involved with you would not, in any way, shape, or form, involve eating animals that have been scraped up off the highway, yet you have worse luck with women than a guy living in a hut in the woods and eating food from dumpsters, I think a little bitterness and hostility is appropriate.
And sure, bitterness and hostility aren’t especially attractive qualities, but seriously, he eats food out of a fucking dumpster. And more to the point, his girlfriend/wife has to do so as well.
Okay, rant over. I think I’ll go get a snack– something I bought at a store– and then maybe take a shower, or make some other liberal use of my indoor plumbing in one of my three (indoor) bathrooms.
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Did you see it? Do you understand?
No?
Okay, I’ll explain it to you. In the “Blue State” segment, featuring a guy who lives – shirtless – in a hut and does his “grocery shopping” in a dumpster, there was one aspect that jumped out at me: he has a girlfriend.
Yes, a man who eats roadkill and uses sour cream recovered from a garbage dumpster – albeit a dumpster that “seldom” has maggots – has a girlfriend, or possibly even a wife.
There’s really only one thing I can say about that: seriously, ladies, what the fuck?
A guy who essentially lives like a seagull has a girlfriend, yet here I am, with access to indoor plumbing and personal hygiene products – which I actually use, and did not acquire from a dumpster – a total loveless loser.
Granted, I’m a geeky weirdo, I’m socially awkward, I’m probably needy and clingy, and, as will be examined in a future post, I’m not much fun at parties, and I probably have a host of other character defects that are not immediately apparent – either to myself or others – but, and I can’t stress this point enough, I don’t eat food that I found in a fucking dumpster.
Maybe it’s not fair of me to use the romantic choices of one woman as an indictment of your entire gender, but I think this case is extreme enough to warrant it.
So, I ask again: What. The. Fuck?
*Sigh* Okay, I’m coming off as bitter and hostile, but honestly, can you blame me? When you’re a gainfully-employed homeowner with prospects for the future, and being romantically involved with you would not, in any way, shape, or form, involve eating animals that have been scraped up off the highway, yet you have worse luck with women than a guy living in a hut in the woods and eating food from dumpsters, I think a little bitterness and hostility is appropriate.
And sure, bitterness and hostility aren’t especially attractive qualities, but seriously, he eats food out of a fucking dumpster. And more to the point, his girlfriend/wife has to do so as well.
Okay, rant over. I think I’ll go get a snack– something I bought at a store– and then maybe take a shower, or make some other liberal use of my indoor plumbing in one of my three (indoor) bathrooms.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
TV Is Devouring My Not-So Precious Time
I don’t understand how I can climb into bed utterly exhausted because I didn’t get enough sleep on the previous night and end up tossing and turning and getting even less sleep.
Well, I suppose the fact that I’m Jon is sufficient explanation.
I like the original Sci-Fi Channel series Eureka. In fact, before I finally got into Battlestar Galactica, it had been the only thing I watched on Sci-Fi.
This fact would, presumably, lead some to wonder why it was that when I was reminded by an ad on IMDb that season three starts tonight I would exclaim, “Goddammit!”Of course the explanation for this is that it’s yet another hour of my time that will be eaten up by watching TV, and with last night’s recorded episodes of The Closer (which was, as always, excellent; if you’re not watching this show, you should be), The Daily Show, and The Colbert Report, as well as the 7:00 episode of The Simpsons, I’ve already used up two and a half hours watching TV.
I guess I just have to content myself with the realization that it’s not as though I would do anything worthwhile with the time.
I Get Phone Calls? Department:
Saturday night, while watching TV (of course), I got a phone call, which is, as most of you know, unusual.
What made it even more unusual was that it was a recorded message – that isn’t the unusual part; most of the calls I get are recorded messages trying to sell something or other – from Pastor something or other of the “Hurricane Church.” First time I’ve ever gotten a call from someone shilling a church.
At least, I’m assuming that was what the recording was shilling; I hung up as soon as I heard the ending “ch” on “Church.”
Sunday night I was sitting at the computer when my phone rang. This time it was an actual person, in this case a woman. A woman who was chewing some food as she said, “Hey, is crunch crunch there?”
To which I responded, “I’m sorry, who?”
This netted me a sarcastic response of, “Your wife?” (It was preceded by that condescending “god-you’re-so-stupid” tongue clicking sound that chicks make when they want to make it clear that they think you’re a complete idiot and are, in every way, beneath contempt.)
“I don’t have one of those.”
“Oh, sorry I must have the wrong crunch crunch.”
Yesterday evening my phone rang once, then went silent. The call duration wasn’t even sufficient for my Caller ID to register the fact that I’d gotten a call.
A half an hour later it rang again.
When I answered, a young woman said, “Hello, my name is Allison, and I’m calling for [some survey company]. Let me assure you that this is not – ”
I said, “Let me assure you that I’m not going to listen.”
Well, I didn’t say it so much as I just hung up on her.
Earlier this evening my mother called, making it four nights in a row that I got a phone call. This may be a new record.
Today’s Popsicle Stick Wisdom:
I had two Popsicles earlier this evening, and the riddles on the sticks served as a reminder of the fact that the simplest solutions are often the most elegant. To wit:
What time is it when you’re out of ice cream? Time to get more ice cream.
What did the bug say when someone stepped on it? Nothing. Bugs can’t talk.
This is a noble truth that we forget all too often as we struggle with the complex issues that we face every day, and it serves to demonstrate the fact that Popsicles are the answer to all of life’s questions.
Well, I suppose the fact that I’m Jon is sufficient explanation.
I like the original Sci-Fi Channel series Eureka. In fact, before I finally got into Battlestar Galactica, it had been the only thing I watched on Sci-Fi.
This fact would, presumably, lead some to wonder why it was that when I was reminded by an ad on IMDb that season three starts tonight I would exclaim, “Goddammit!”Of course the explanation for this is that it’s yet another hour of my time that will be eaten up by watching TV, and with last night’s recorded episodes of The Closer (which was, as always, excellent; if you’re not watching this show, you should be), The Daily Show, and The Colbert Report, as well as the 7:00 episode of The Simpsons, I’ve already used up two and a half hours watching TV.
I guess I just have to content myself with the realization that it’s not as though I would do anything worthwhile with the time.
I Get Phone Calls? Department:
Saturday night, while watching TV (of course), I got a phone call, which is, as most of you know, unusual.
What made it even more unusual was that it was a recorded message – that isn’t the unusual part; most of the calls I get are recorded messages trying to sell something or other – from Pastor something or other of the “Hurricane Church.” First time I’ve ever gotten a call from someone shilling a church.
At least, I’m assuming that was what the recording was shilling; I hung up as soon as I heard the ending “ch” on “Church.”
Sunday night I was sitting at the computer when my phone rang. This time it was an actual person, in this case a woman. A woman who was chewing some food as she said, “Hey, is crunch crunch there?”
To which I responded, “I’m sorry, who?”
This netted me a sarcastic response of, “Your wife?” (It was preceded by that condescending “god-you’re-so-stupid” tongue clicking sound that chicks make when they want to make it clear that they think you’re a complete idiot and are, in every way, beneath contempt.)
“I don’t have one of those.”
“Oh, sorry I must have the wrong crunch crunch.”
Yesterday evening my phone rang once, then went silent. The call duration wasn’t even sufficient for my Caller ID to register the fact that I’d gotten a call.
A half an hour later it rang again.
When I answered, a young woman said, “Hello, my name is Allison, and I’m calling for [some survey company]. Let me assure you that this is not – ”
I said, “Let me assure you that I’m not going to listen.”
Well, I didn’t say it so much as I just hung up on her.
Earlier this evening my mother called, making it four nights in a row that I got a phone call. This may be a new record.
Today’s Popsicle Stick Wisdom:
I had two Popsicles earlier this evening, and the riddles on the sticks served as a reminder of the fact that the simplest solutions are often the most elegant. To wit:
What time is it when you’re out of ice cream? Time to get more ice cream.
What did the bug say when someone stepped on it? Nothing. Bugs can’t talk.
This is a noble truth that we forget all too often as we struggle with the complex issues that we face every day, and it serves to demonstrate the fact that Popsicles are the answer to all of life’s questions.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Padding, Yes. But ENTERTAINING Padding.
To pad things out a little more, here are some great clips from The Daily Show and The Colbert Report.
Up first, a brilliant skewering of the state of our national news media:
Up next is Stephen's interview with journalist Philip Weiss, who wrote an article about how there is no instinct for monogamy. Pay special attention close to the end, when Stephen absolutely nails him (and clearly pisses him off):
Up first, a brilliant skewering of the state of our national news media:
Up next is Stephen's interview with journalist Philip Weiss, who wrote an article about how there is no instinct for monogamy. Pay special attention close to the end, when Stephen absolutely nails him (and clearly pisses him off):
Thursday, January 17, 2008
New (And Old) Favorites
This somewhat uncomfortable - and, as Jon Stewart explains, choppily edited- interview from The A Daily Show is now one of my new all-time favorites:
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It just narrowly edges out this one:
I just love how dismissive Jon is of the guy and his avocation.
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It just narrowly edges out this one:
I just love how dismissive Jon is of the guy and his avocation.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Won't Someone Please Think Of The Threshold Readers?
I honestly don’t understand how people can work a M-F, 9-5 style job and actually manage to accomplish anything.
I mean, just watching a little TV takes up my entire evening, especially since I’m too tired to stay up to watchThe A Daily Show and The Colbert Report and end up recording them and then watching them the next night.
It’s madness, I tell you.
Sure, it’s not like I have anything that I actually need to accomplish in an evening, but that’s hardly the point.
Of course, you’re the real victims here, as I find myself too tired to write anything of substance.
One thing of note that happened today was that Nita was surprised to learn how old I am, as she’d assumed that I was under 30. I guess the dye job worked.
Anyway, I have more TV to watch before bedtime, so that’s going to do it for this entry. Maybe I’ll eventually get the hang of this whole not having my days free thing.
I mean, just watching a little TV takes up my entire evening, especially since I’m too tired to stay up to watch
It’s madness, I tell you.
Sure, it’s not like I have anything that I actually need to accomplish in an evening, but that’s hardly the point.
Of course, you’re the real victims here, as I find myself too tired to write anything of substance.
One thing of note that happened today was that Nita was surprised to learn how old I am, as she’d assumed that I was under 30. I guess the dye job worked.
Anyway, I have more TV to watch before bedtime, so that’s going to do it for this entry. Maybe I’ll eventually get the hang of this whole not having my days free thing.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
New Daily Show Site
The Daily Show With Jon Stewart has a cool new site featuring full episodes and an extensive online archive of episodes.
Very cool.
I've added a link to it over on the right, but you can also check it out here.
Very cool.
I've added a link to it over on the right, but you can also check it out here.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Friday, June 29, 2007
Friday, June 15, 2007
Monday, January 29, 2007
The Value Of Family Values?
I finally noticed that "Embed" button on Comedy Central video clips.
Check out Jon talking to Cheney at Camera 3:
Check out Jon talking to Cheney at Camera 3:
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