Monday, March 30, 2009

Celebrity on the ≤ 10 -6 Scale

The International System of Units/Système International d’Unités Official Guide to Celebrity on the ≤ 10-6 Scale

11th Annual Celebrity Metrology Conference, Las Vegas, Nevada




Microcelebrity
Person in front of you at Open Mic Night/last guy to leave drumming circle/has-been from Sheila Bishop’s Cabaret


Nanocelebrity

Hey, you brought donuts!


Picocelebrity

Man, some asshole is eating all the donuts.



Femtocelebrity
Name published in the well-read journal The Yellow Pages



Attocelebrity

Name published in the less well-read White Pages



Zeptocelebrity

Yes, that would be you on your driver’s license.



Yoctocelebrity

Theoretical lowest values for celebrity. One or more of the following minimally apply:

• Can recognize own self in mirror, or
• Corpse can be identified by mother
• Are minimally distinct by Leibniz’s Law

Monday, March 16, 2009

Things I have Invented, How Brilliant They Are, Why the World Continues to Ignore Them

Trans Siberian Minimalist Post Goth

What is it?
Goth music, without all the distracting changes and “music” and with the addition of “wolves."

How Brilliant Is It?

Totally brilliant.

Why the World Continues to Ignore It
Not enough wolves.


Talky Pop

What is it?
Talking Popcorn Bucket. Asks “who is that?” “where is he going?” “Isn’t he really Superman?” Reminds viewer of product tie-ins, cracks wise, answers cell phone

How Brilliant Is It?
Not really all that brilliant

Why the World Continues to Ignore It
No popcorn bucket, however sophisticated, can replace Grandma



Steinman Power 7 Artificial Heart

What is it?
Artificial Heart That Plays “Total Eclipse of the Heart”

How Brilliant Is It?
Merely clever

Why the World Continues to Ignore It
All things considered, not a very good song or artificial heart.


Mace Lite and Mace Jr.

What is it?
Personal defense without all that stinging harshness. When you want to incapacitate someone …but not all that much. Comes in different scents: Jalapeño, Habanero, Summer Breeze, Holiday Potpourri and Traditional Mace

How Brilliant Is It?
Somewhat

Why the World Continues to Ignore It
Never went beyond development: people sampling Mace Lite and Mace Jr. could not tell the difference from regular mace; also complained of not being asked if they wished to sample Mace Lite and Mace Jr. and “blindness.”


The Erotic Chess Story

What is it?
The most erotic and intellectually stimulating thing ever.

How Brilliant Is It?
Brilliant, brilliant, brilliant.

Why the World Continues to Ignore It
Mankind apparently not ready for golden age of ultimate entertainment.

Monday, March 2, 2009

Major Gif: His Adventures in the Public Domain

Animations - astronaut-01

I am an astronaut

Animations - eyes 015

The things I have seen

Animations - hotdog-03

You would not believe.


Animations - ball 4Animations - bolden globe 2 Animations - bullet-03 Animations - bullet-07 Animations - bullet-05


In every world, however, I have seen the same thing

Animations - dog-10Animations - dinosaur-03

Animations - Green T-Rex Animations - old car
The struggle to survive


Animations - exercisesAnimations - bomb

Often cruel.


Animations - fat cat runs
Animations - bomb line

Senseless.

Animations - monopoly dog 2 Animations - fire line
Animations - garfield 2

Or cruel and senseless.


Animations - backhoe-02Animations - burger-01

But always a struggle

Animations - hotdog-02Animations - a10-02

To the death

Monday, February 16, 2009

Great Local Places to Drink

The Living Room

No list of great local drinking establishments would be complete without mentioning this perennial watering hole. Centrally located to just about everything, the living room boasts a wide variety of comfortable, lived in seating, from the broken folding chair with a towel on it, to the very popular green “hybrid” couch rescued from the curb some five years ago. Here you can enjoy a variety of beverage, include a wide selection of different domestic beers and fine malt beverages on sale from the local grocery, whose paraphernalia, in the form of bottles, boxes and cans, form an integral part of the room’s décor, (and, in some cases, its furnishings) all creating an intimate and familiar atmosphere for drinking steadily and alone. Patrons can enjoy a variety of programming on basic cable, sometimes even somewhat recent blockbuster films during free preview weekends. Sports fans can also stay connected to the action through live broadcasts and updates on AM radio. The living room is always open, whether for a refreshing extended pause in the middle or early part of the day, planning an important meeting, checking the news and weather, relaxing in the afternoon with a block of cartoons and Sewing with Nancy, having quiet private dinner, or a largely silent personal party that goes on until the break of dawn in an endless cycle that never ends, the living room is the place for you and for drinking. Frequent patrons may even find some limited overnight accommodation there by propping their feet on the TV tray, though some numbness and upset of said tray and other furnishing usually results. Patrons staying overnight should remember that the couch has no built in restroom facilities.



The Kitchen

For an even more informal atmosphere, why not go direct to the source, to the kitchen? The kitchen boasts the coldest beer and as much ice as those little trays can make. Even though service is counter only with no real seating, the kitchen boasts a full menu, including leftover take-out, cereal, pancake batter and bread crumbs, all with a variety of exotic condiments from the area’s local vendors. For a real adventure, try the freezer, where you will find a variety of frozen meats and vegetables from that new plan of yours to start a new life by cooking more, ruptured Otter Pops and even slices of birthday and wedding cake that you haven’t the courage to throw out.
The kitchen is the ideal destination for late night and other dining, and is the only guaranteed source of solids in the area; though it provides catering to the living room, only the kitchen has the extensive reheating and refrigerating facilities that the true gourmand demands. Ask about the special “over the sink dining” for patrons on-the-go.



The Bathroom

Another forward thinking establishment that cuts out the middleman, the bathroom boasts simple but adequate seating and a variety of collectable reading material –a library and a spa in one. Though not as popular as the other establishments, the bathroom is the one place that, sooner or later, everyone is going, if they know what’s good for them and can remember where it is. The bathroom features extensive facilities for a variety of needs, whether freshening up, taking a whiz, seeing a man about a horse, pinching a loaf, or really letting it all hang out, going for a little drive and freshening up, the bathroom boasts a fully functioning shower that will have you feeling as fresh as a daisy, with a little shelf that can accommodate an entire six-pack. The bathroom also boasts the only local place to drink with a still functioning mirror in it, as of this writing. Overnight accommodations are available, but not recommended.



The Front Yard

Tired of the whole “indoor scene” with its endless quiet drinking and weeping? Why not go for fresh air and the great outdoors with the front yard. Though a much more public establishment, the front yard is a robust, outdoorsy, “business casual” venue: no shirt, no shoes –no problem! It’s only the front yard. Whether exchanging words, opinions or recyclables with neighbors or negotiating with local law enforcement, the front yard is a refreshing and sometimes violent step outside the ordinary. Overnight guests are asked to wear pants.



The Bedroom

Quietest and most intimate of a long line of intimate quiet places to drink, the bedroom is the only venue actually designed for overnight accommodation, which it does superbly well. Enjoy a quick nightcap or two, whether sitting on the bed itself stifling sobs, comfortably nestled in one of several piles of laundry, or tenderly curled up with Mr. Bear and the other buddies in the sheets, you are at the front gate to the happiest place on earth, except for those screaming nightmares. Ask the manager about the special schnapps kept on hand if this happens to you.

This is where it all generally ends and begins.

Monday, February 2, 2009

What is Civic Knowledge? A Gothic Tale

To NK

The civics class is the slow fattening mole that is dancing around the half-eaten ruination of the garden that is your soul. It's like when you are going to a movie with a friend and on the way to the movie, they get a spear in their head and you ask them "do you want to go home or see a doctor?" and they say "no, it's not so bad, we're here, let's see the movie." Then, after the movie is over you ask them "well, what did you think?" and they don't say anything because they are dead and you realize you have just spent possibly ninety minutes watching Adam Sandler and holding the hands of a corpse. And you think: the spear. It was the spear.

And later you take some evening classes at a community college, to better yourself (because you don't like yourself) and one of those classes is on spear making and every time you go to class you think of that movie. And when class is over you walk out into the great emptiness of the parking lot and wish you still smoked, or were young and you lie on the roof of your car and look up at the stars and it looks like a vast expanse of diet soda.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Hard Time



I loved candy. Now I hate it. Candyland is no place for a man. I never had a sweet tooth, really, but when I got there it was like a beautiful dream. Everyone was so friendly, so open. Then it happened like it always do. They turned on me: why are your hands and face so sticky? I don’t know, I said. They give me a lawyer. I tell him I was drunk, I was hungry, I don’t know. He says: we’re pleading insanity. But we don't because I ate my lawyer.



The screws in the prison are little blue M&M’s. They like to see the filling get licked out of something, if you know what I mean. They are not the worst. The worst is the hard candy, the penny candy, candy so tough and so bad they keep it locked up behind bars. They got little mints here meaner than broken glass, real jaw breakers, lollipops that'll take your whole head off, lemonheads that'll cut your tounge in two, tootsie roll pops with nothing but pure meaness inside. If they really hate you, they make something called a “smore.” When I close my eyes I can still smell it. I can hear the screaming.



At my parole hearing, I speak from my heart, because I know it’s wrong. My mother always told me. My dentist. It’s bad to eat candy. You should eat candy only occasionally, like at Halloween, maybe a few candy corn. The candy corn chaplain shakes his head. I sense I am losing them. Or just a single piece, once a year, like a candy cane at Christmas. The candystripe on the panel blanches. A little one, I interject, just a baby candy cane. She starts crying.




They ask me if I’d do it again. I say, emphatically, no. I never want to see another piece of candy in my whole god dammed life. Even if my mother gave me a piece of candy I wouldn’t eat it. I’d throw it on the fucking ground and stomp it to bits. I’d let the ants eat it. I’d feed it to the fucking ants. This I have said aloud. The only one not looking at me is my new lawyer.





Now the only one who talks to me is the chaplain. I don’t like candy corn and deep down he knows this. His baby Jesus looks like a Cadbury crème egg.

I tell him I wished to God I never came here. I don’t belong here. If I never came here, everything would have been fine. The chaplain says nothing. He suggests that we pray together and think of Jesus. And I do. I think of the crunchy crown of thorns and the rough wounds dribbling raspberry filling. I think of him naked as white chocolate, offering himself, bidding me to drink of his blood and eat of his flesh.

And I knew that Jesus knew me. He put me here among them for a reason. So I would be tempted.

But he did not make us to suffer. He made the world sweet.

Monday, January 5, 2009

Ed Harris' Perfect "10"




Score of "10"
Pure Buttermilk for Little Eddie
Score of "9"
Must fight urge to masturbate whenever your name is mentioned
Score of "8"
Look like Victoria Principal on the cover of old Scholastic Magazine

Score of "7"
"Ladyfriend": Will put on fresh shirt for you

Score of "6"
Look good in softball jersey

Score of "5"
Mardi Gras/have own car

Score of "4"
Some loss of symmetry; "operational"

Score of "3"
More than six factors in common with manager of Burger King

Score of "2"
Unclear how you get around; also, which way you are facing

Score of "1"
Are a man wearing a plastic garbage bag


(Because Ed Won't Leave Me Alone
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