October 09, 2003

Fun with language

"You can't beat that with a stick."

Yes you can. You can beat anything with a stick. And for most things a stick beating has a definite effect.

Go ahead, try to think of something that I can't beat with a stick. And let me warn you, if you go for something metaphysical or allegorical or hypothetical I am going to whack the shit out of it with my metaphysical, allegorical, hypothetical stick.

The point is that there was a perfectly good phrase: "You can't beat that."

Simple, to the point, clear meaning. You can't beat that. That can't be bested. This thing I'm talking about is the best. See? It worked.

Then somebody (probably the same jackhole that came up with "eXtreme") decided that the best wasn't enough. We need better than best. Not "you can't beat that". Oh no, that's not enough. We need "you can't beat that, not even with a stick."

It's clever, see? A play on "beat". First we mean "do better than" and then we add that second "beat" for a physical beating component. Well, no. It's not especially clever. It's pretty moronic. The two just don't go together. The original was never meant in a physical sense so adding the bastard addition does nothing but confuse the intent of the phrase.

But then the original and the addition were folded together. "You can't beat that with a stick." No more separation to show the intended play on "beat". Now it's either a blatant literal falsity or a tangenital impossibility, depending on the subject of the phrase. It doesn't mean anything anymore.

It's not clever. It's stupid. Stop using it. Stop encouraging idiocy in my beloved language. What's next? "You can't beat that with an eXtreme stick"?

Oh, the horror. more...

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Those Crazy Swedes

Hikers Find 70 Shoes Filled With Butter

A Swedish couple hunting on a remote mountain Sunday in Sweden's far northern province of Jaemtland found 70 pairs of shoes, all filled with butter.

He [Alf Kjaellstroem, a province spokesman] said there were 140 shoes of all kinds — sneakers, children's shoes, high heels, boots and tap shoes — each stuffed with half a kilo (1.1 pound) of butter and spread out in the landscape.

140 shoes. Filled with butter. Set out in the remote landscape. Waiting to rot.

What is this? A turf war between the Shoe Fairies and the Butter Goblins? Somebody call Roland, quick!

The find was similar to one done by artist Yu Xiuzhen's in 1996.

His exhibit "Shoes With Butter," was laid out in the Tibetan mountains surrounding Lhasa, China.

No, no, no! This is not art. The Mona Lisa is art. David is art. The Sistine Chapel is art. Shoes filled with butter laid out in the remote landscape to rot is not art. It is prima-fascia evidence to put somebody in the Happy House.

"If we knew who had done this we could make them clean this mess up," Alf told The Associated Press Thursday.

I don't know about that, Alf. Reuters would probably do a big write up of how you're stifling the "artist's" mode of expression. Oh, wait a sec. You're not in America. Don't worry about it.

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What's with the animalia this week?

First we have McGruff the Crime Tiger taking a bite out of Roy. Then there's the Alaskan bear helping Tim Treadwell through the qualifying rounds of the Darwin Awards. Now we've got a bear raiding David Letterman's whisky cabinet. more...

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Get out the vote!

Now that all of the craziness in California is taken care of we can get back to the important stuff like voting in the New Weblog Showcase. This week I'm going for one each of Funny, Serious and Southern. I was going to have a "Moonbat" category 'cause there's a couple of real lu-lus this week but I can't bring myself to give them traffic.

Funny: The Cult of Random - When Good Tacos Go Bad

Serious: Wired Opinion - Abolition of the Death Penalty

Southern: Ain't Done It! - I Love This State

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Am I the Anti-Helen?

Here's me:

The Big Five Personality Test
Extroverted|||||||||||||| 54%
Introverted |||||||||||| 46%
Friendly |||||||||||||| 58%
Aggressive |||||||||||| 42%
Orderly |||||||||||||| 56%
Disorderly |||||||||||| 44%
Relaxed |||||||||||||||| 66%
Emotional||||||||||34%
Intellectual |||||||||||||| 58%
Practical |||||||||||| 42%
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Here's she.

Did you check out my emotional stability? 66% bay-bee! Oh, yeah! Rock on with my well adjusted self.

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October 08, 2003

Looking for blogtopia?

Then wander on down to Dancing With Dogs for the 55th edition of the Carnival of the Vanities.

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Lunch with G

Open Scene: Jim and G have just sat down for lunch. G is enjoying a turkey sandwich while Jim has leftover homemade mashed potatos.

Jim: Mmmmm. Mmmmmmmmmmm.

G: What is that you're eating?

Jim: Mashed potatos. Leftover from last night. They're heavenly.

G: They're only mashed potatos. You sound like you're having an orgasm in your mouth.

Jim: That's how good they are.

G: No mashed potato is that good.

(Jim gives G a taste of the mashed potatos.)

G: I've had worse but I've had better too. You know what would make them taste even better?

Jim: Cheese.

G: No, not cheese!

Jim: Everything tastes better with cheese.

G: Whatever. I was talking about sour cream.

Jim: Oh, yeah. A dab of sour cream can really be the difference. Lovely Wife usually puts some in but we didn't have any. Hey, you know what else sour cream is good for?

G: Masturbation.

Jim: (Stunned silence)

G: You mean besides that?

Jim: (Continued silence)

G: You caught a visual, didn't you?

Jim: Yeah.

G: Sorry bout that. You going to be okay?

Jim: Yeah.

Close Scene: Sound of one person eating as screen fades to black.

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Is it real or is it CGI?

9 out of 10, baby! Beat that!

(Hat tip to G)

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Oh, the Irony

Bear Mauling Kills Grizzly Advocate, Friend

An advocate of grizzly bear protection and his camping companion were mauled to death by one or more bears in a remote part of Alaska's Katmai National Park and Preserve, officials said Tuesday.

Treadwell was the founder of Grizzly People, an organization devoted to the protection of grizzly bears and their habitat. According to the group's Web site, Treadwell's practice was to travel to bear country without weapons.

It was the first fatal bear attack in Katmai for at least 15 years, the Park Service said. The park is known as one of the world's premier sites for viewing huge brown bears, the coastal cousins of grizzlies, as they feast on salmon.

When park rangers and state troopers flew to the remote site to recover the bodies, they had to kill two aggressive bears that were threatening them, officials said.

Treadwell made a practice of getting within inches of the animals, but the Park Service recommends a 50-yard distance, he said.

Irony? As H would say, "buckets and buckets of it". There's the obvious one - protector of the bears is eaten by one. There's another good one in there though - two of the bears he dedicated himself to protecting were killed in order to collect his leftover bits. The critical portion is the last line, of course. He might have loved bears but he was an idiot, approaching to within inches of wild bears. That qualifies him for the Darwin Awards.

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"L" is for "Landslide"

The Letter of the Day is was "L".

"L" is for Landslide. They just had one in California.

(Link ripped from WizBang)

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Bump, Set...Spike!



Just when I think that there's nothing to write about, the boys' preschool comes through for me. They're having a fundraiser now and instead of pizza kits or cookies they're offering selections from a catalog of inspirational materials. My jaw dropped and my fingers started itching to type when i saw the Bibleman collectible Action Figures. You just can't make this stuff up, folks.

Look out! Here comes the Bibleman!

The Bibleman Theme Song
(With my apologies to the webbed one.)

Bibleman, Bibleman
Rosary in his hand
Spouting verse, benedictions
Watching o'er congregations

Look out!
Here comes the Bibleman

Is he wise? Listen hun,
He's as good as Solomon
Can he run confessional?
Like a true professional

Look out!
There goes the Bibleman

When Satan rears his head
And there's danger to the flock
He's there to break the bread
In his cassock and a frock

Bibleman, Bibleman
Savin' your soul, Why? Because he must
Bibleman, Bibleman
Savin' immortality, yeah, In God we trust

Look out!
Mortal life is just parole
Cause heaven is his goal
That's right, he's Bibleman!

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Continuing the camp fire theme...

The Bonfire of the Vanities is up over at WizBang. This week has an extra special feature - our own recall vote! Be sure to do your civic duty and help to get rid of the worst post of the blogosphere.

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October 07, 2003

I sure do miss those O'Gradys chips.

Do you remember O'Gradys chips from Frito-Lay? These were gloriously thick ridged chips available in Au'gratin or Sour Cream & Chives flavor. I got such a hankering for them the other day that I tried to manufacture my own. Got some Lays rippled chips and some cheddar cheese sliced real fine. Take a bite of chip and a bite of cheese. It's okay but it just didn't bring back the magic.

Man, oh man, did Pops and I love those chips. Step Mom would get one bag for the both of us when she went shopping. She shopped once a week, usually on Monday. Do the math here: (1 bag o' chips) / (high school student + adult male) * (1 full week) = (insufficient chips for harmonious living). Thanks, Step Mom. Thanks for adding that extra layer of tension between us. My raging hormones weren't causing quite enough problems without the two of us competing for food like hyenas of the Serengetti.

Anyway, like I said, we had a bag per week between the two of us. There was a set of very well defined unwritten rules for O'Gradys consumption: more...

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Can't somebody think of the children?

Or at least the men who act like them?

German men get own kindergarten

German women fed up with their partners' grumbling on weekend shopping trips can now dump them at a special kindergarten for men offering beer and entertainment.

The men are given a name badge on arrival and for 10 euros (7 pounds) they get two beers, a hot meal, televised football and games.

"Last week the men had a remote control car to play with. Next week there's going to be a mini racetrack," said Stein.

"It beats sitting around in shoe shops, that's for sure," one man told the Sueddeutsche Zeitung newspaper.

At first glance this looks pretty cool. Guys get food, booze and toys instead of holding the purse while wifey tries on yet another outfit. That's awesome! What guy wouldn't love that?

Then sanity rears its ugly head as you realize that the entire concept is just plain stupid. If you don't want to shop with your lady then simply don't go shopping with your lady.

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The Entymological Vote

The polls will soon open on the highly contested California recall election. Who to vote for? All of the serious candidates have been dragged so thoroughly through the mud by their competition that it seems like your choice is either the lesser of evils or a throwaway vote for a porn star. I say forget everything you've said or know about any of the candidates. Let's face it, their personality and past actions don't really matter squat for how well they will handle the reigns when they're in office and there's no way to know how well they will handle those reigns until they are in office. Lacking anything practical to measure them with i recommend using something impractical. Specifically, the entymology of their names. Why the hell not? It's about as accurate a measure of their worth as anything you've read or heard about them.

That said, there are really only two choices we have to worry about. Sorry, Gary, you're not even a long shot in this one. And Arianna, you have a better chance of getting groped by Arnold than you do getting anything close to a respectable percentage of the vote. Actually, that's a bad example. You've got an excellent chance of getting groped by Arnold, no chance for the vote. Anyway, here's how Cruz "Bustamove" Bustamonte and Arnold "Governator" Schwartzenegger stack up:

Bustamonte: "busta" (busto) is Spanish for "bust" as in bosom or breasts. "monte" means "it mounts", also in Spanish. So a vote for Cruz is a vote for mounting busts, more typically known as "getting in the saddle".

Schwartzenegger: "schwartz" (schwartzes) is German for "black". There's no need to spell out what "negger" means. A vote for Arnold is obviously a vote for the African American man.

So who would you rather have as Governor of California? A Democrat who is going to have his office characterized by sex scandals or a Republican who will be dedicated to support of minorities? I know where my vote would go.

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For the ladies - Why we are the way we are

One burning question has lingered in the thoughts of women across the world since the very beginning of civilization. "Why the hell are guys like that?" Or more specifically, "Why can't I have a rational conversation with a guy without him looking at my boobs every five seconds or having his eyes glaze over as he strokes his mental stiffy with thoughts of me in a naughty French maid outfit, two nipple clamps and a short but firm whip?"

The Male Conspiracy has kept the answer to this question closely guarded, forcing you gals to come up with your own wild conjectures. Some of you have studied animal behaviors and attributed those to us. Others say that evolution has programmed us with this behavior and even millenia of civilized living cannot counter that. Still others blame our culture for fostering an ideal of the womanhunter that we all strive unconciously to attain.

Nope. The true answer is that fire is the reason and you are the cause. Totally, completely, 100%, en totale your fault. You did it. Well maybe not you specifically but other women like you. Specifically, it was our Moms. more...

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V is for Vulgarity

The Letter of the Day is was "V", as in Vulgarity. When aging rockers cuss on the air they violate the FCC's vulgarity rules.

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October 06, 2003

Of course we are French! Can't you tell by our OUTRAGEOUS accent?

France's Filthy Swine and My Arse Go to Eat Onions

"Tired of being sniggered at, people from French villages whose names sound like "Filthy Swine" and "My Arse" plan a weekend get-together in a tiny hamlet whose name means "Eat Onions" in old French.

Quirky French place names are nothing new to some English-speaking tourists who several times a year make off with signposts from the southwestern town of Condom."

These are actually some of the better sounding French villages. Retard-foutu, L'âne-lèchent and Chienne-du-nouvel-os were not invited to this gathering as their village names have such foul meanings.
(Remember our friend Babelfrench.)

No Thongs or Midriffs Please, Say French Schools

"French schools are cracking down on a craze among teenage girls to flash their midriffs and wear skimpy G-strings that peek brazenly out from above their low-cut trousers.

A number of head teachers in France -- where school uniforms are practically unheard of -- have slapped a ban on showing off thongs and tummies, the French daily Le Parisien said on Friday. "In the eyes of boys, thongs reduce girls to bottoms," former junior education minister Segolene Royal said."

Problem here. France has exactly one and only marketable domestic resource - French girls. (Nobody buys their wine anymore.) If they start forcing French girls out of sexy clothing then not even the mighty Chirac could save their faltering economy.

Sick of cigarette warnings? Hide them!

"A French firm has found a way to make money out of the large health warnings now required on new cigarette packs in the European Union (news - web sites) -- selling colourful cases to hide them.

The Paris-based Dolmen has begun selling thin cardboard boxes for smokers to cover cigarette packs which, under an EU rule that came into force on Tuesday, must carry warnings such as "Smoking Kills" on every side."

The French, they prefer death by heat exhaustion. They are very disturbed to have a reminder of how unhealthy cigarettes are every time they reach for a smoke. So, in typical French fashion the solution is obvious. Hide them and they'll go away!

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Don't Bite the Hand That Feeds You

Especially, don't bite the neck that feeds you.

"Illusionist Roy Horn, half of the famed "Siegfried and Roy" entertainment duo, was fighting for his life after being savagely mauled by a tiger during his Las Vegas stage show."

Montecore, one of the signature white tigers used in the show, bit Roy on the neck. Roy is in critical but stable condition.

Newsflash: Tigers are dangerous creatures! more...

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October 05, 2003

I love it when a plan comes together

Strange stuff, me blogging on a Sunday. Lovely Wife is still abed, children #1 and #2 are quietly watching Rugrats and child #3 is still quiet upstairs in his crib. The planets have aligned to give me the very rarest of opportunities - weekend blog time.

So what have I done with this most precious of commodities? I've frittered it away on template work. I'm about 50% of the way towards what I can live with. Links have been brought over and a good portion of the formatting/color is fixed. 2 problems I could use some help with:

1) What code do I use to put in a sidebar item for archive post categories?

2) See that rude little teal section above the sidebar where the body color shows thru? I can't figure out where the heck that is coming from. As far as I can determine, my elements should be covering up all of the real estate there. Anybody care to take a peek and see where I screwed up? As a special incentive, I'll let you disparage my sitebuilding skills if you can identify the problem. How can you pass up that offer?

The DNS hasn't propogated yet but it should happen soon. When it does I'll be closing down the old place and officially start advertising this one. Probably will be tomorrow morning as I hear #3 bumping around upstairs now so I expect my blogging window is about to slam shut on my quickly retracting fingers.

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