SEXUAL PREDATION: At first glance you may think that the internet is the perfect medium for sexual harassment, sexual abuse, and molestation. The impersonal anonymity of the internet does make it less likely for you to expose yourself for who you are, unless there is a web cam and then there are plenty of chances to expose one’s ….self. The fact of the matter is that any sexual predator worth his salt knows that the interweb is quite possibly the worst place to find a victim. Not to say that the internet is not full of victims we all know it is rife with plenty of un-expecting unassuming nerds who are just trying to meet a nice guy ya know. When you commit a sex crime the last thing you want to leave is a DNA trail back to yourself luckily it is very hard to collect semen over wifi; however, the second to last thing you want to leave is a paper trail. The only thing worse than a paper trail is a DIGITAL paper trail and what is the internet if not a BIG GIANT DIGITAL paper trail just waiting to get you on dateline (the cookies and free public exposure is not worth it). So sleaze balls steer clear, head back to the public libraries and YMCA locker rooms like proper perverts and leave the internet predator free.
EMPLOYMENT: Finding employment online is quite possibly the most depressing process one could go through. It is a constant false hope tickler. Just when you think you found a legitimate job, translating some Nigerian prince’s memoir, the carpet of stability is pulled right out from under you. You had pause when they thought you, a non college grad with little work experience except for pizza hut, would be perfect to edit this man’s opus. However, you know what color your parachute is so you decided to throw caution to the wind, and buy the electronic checks that they explained were necessary in order to convert the money they would pay you from gold krugerrands to crisp American dollars. You almost had a job!!! You emailed Grammy and told her everything was going to be ok. Now you are out of work and poor. So get out and try to get a job the old fashioned way. Because your best case scenario online is you either end up with a job that you hate or stuck in a pyramid scheme.
DATING: More power to all the people who have found their “soulmates” online. The main issue with online dating is that you are never going to find anyone better than yourself on the internet. If you have already resigned yourself to the internet you have to remember that everyone you are meeting has as well. As far as I can tell there are a few different types of online daters. #1 Lonely people who’s friends are all married: This is the most wholesome category and I don’t have many jokes to make about them, they got it rough enough. #2) You have overworked professionals who think they have never had time to date, but secretly they have personality types that are so driven and ambitious that no one likes them. Sure they are go getters and you may have more fun with them than you had with anybody else. The simple fact remains they will never be content to chill out on the couch with you and that makes them incapable of intimacy ( also no one thinks they are more of a catch than themselves). #3) is a predominantly male category I like to call them Hook upers. I have heard several stories of women meeting guys online dating them a few times, then as soon as bodily fluids are exchanged contact is severed. Your best bet is to call some old friends and be slightly more social than usual. If those kinds of things are hard for you there are plenty of doctor prescribed things to lubricate your social muscles, also alcohol can help in moderation however too much alcohol will probably put you back to where you started.
SMOKE DANK!!!
NEWS: You can’t trust anything on the internet to be news. We all know that we love going to blogs where faux intellectuals spew out the news with the same virulent biases we have. Its comforting like a warm blanket to know that there is another crackpot out there that thinks that universal healthcare is somehow going to destabilize the whole country and then the world. And that the real residents of Arizona would love to be stopped in suspicion of being an illegal alien because “WE WERE BORN HERE GAH DANGIT”. And of course we all love to here that although the earth has been going through constant periods of climate change in the millions of years before humans existed that somehow in our short time we managed to fuck it up exponentially. So, no matter whether you were excited when Anderson Cooper got punched in the head or mortified, lets face it you still don’t know shit about shit and neither does the internet. BLOGS SUCK!!!
ORDERING PIZZA: It is already extremely lazy that someone brings you food. Until they can actually send the pizza to my email address I am abstaining.
SHOPPING: Look, I realize that our economy now depends on all you internet shoppers, I just think that some of us have gotten out of hand. For instance you do not need a another Tee shirt with three puppies playing with the tag line mutts gone nuttZ. Secondly, stop buying things while drunk. If you are half naked and smell like schlitz they wouldn’t let you in the store so treat the internet the same way and sleep it off. You most likely will not want whatever it is in the morning.
LAUNCHING YOUR MUSIC CAREER: Nobody wants to hear it.
MAKING HILARIOUS VIDEOS: This will never get you anywhere… Have you ever heard of “The lonely island” or “Derek Comedy”… yeah didn’t think so.
ATTEMPTING TO REPLACE REGIS: Because that’s my job!!!!!
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PORN: This is actually an appropriate use just don’t pay for it and delete your history often.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Friday, January 18, 2013
The Parabola of the Prodigal Sum and other math myths for the "arithmemystic"
The shepherd Hypotenuse had two sons. The elder, who was called a^2, was obedient and good. He tended his father’s flock with an acute sense of responsibility. b^2, the lesser of the two, was a more obtuse boy he was often found leaning against the fence at an angle, looking out over the entire area of the farm, lost in thought. Hypotenuse thought it just didn’t add up, he couldn’t fathom it, he had raised them both in equal measure why then were the boys’ attitudes so incongruous. Why was there such a division?
One day Hypotenuse went to b^2 and asked him why he was not more like his brother a^2. Why did he not stay inside the perimeter of normal behavior?
b^2 spoke saying, “Father I can’t begin to enumerate the varied, infinite, and unquantifiable answers to that question.”
Then Hypotenuse said, “ Have you not a fraction of work ethic?”
To which the lesser son responded, “ Father I could never be equal to your expectations of me. So, I must go and subtract myself from your company.”
And so b^2 was taken away, leaving only a^2 behind to tend their father’s flock. Five years passed and b^2 traveled at a speed of ten miles per day. Now it just so happened that there was a train going approximately double his speed leaving Chicago at 9 am. If b^2 was only carrying five pounds then how many fattened calves would be killed when he returns home?
One day Hypotenuse went to b^2 and asked him why he was not more like his brother a^2. Why did he not stay inside the perimeter of normal behavior?
b^2 spoke saying, “Father I can’t begin to enumerate the varied, infinite, and unquantifiable answers to that question.”
Then Hypotenuse said, “ Have you not a fraction of work ethic?”
To which the lesser son responded, “ Father I could never be equal to your expectations of me. So, I must go and subtract myself from your company.”
And so b^2 was taken away, leaving only a^2 behind to tend their father’s flock. Five years passed and b^2 traveled at a speed of ten miles per day. Now it just so happened that there was a train going approximately double his speed leaving Chicago at 9 am. If b^2 was only carrying five pounds then how many fattened calves would be killed when he returns home?
Monday, January 14, 2013
THE BIBLE 2: A NEW NEW TESTAMENT!!!
Chapter 1; Verse 1::
Our story begins the way many others don’t with an end. In fact THE END. The end to all that was ever known or sought or thought or bought or sold or speculated upon. The end to all that was conceived or concealed or revealed or congealed. The end of all things, the most important of which at least to this story, the end of all human life.
Some said it would end in fire, others said Ice. Still others said we would Nuke each other to death. Some said the world was warming up to fast, some said it was too chilly so you should put on your jacket. A good many thought that the year 2000 would bring a cataclysmic event, at least financially although the smart money was on 2012. But alas both bets were wrong. And thus God really confused everybody when he simply popped his head out of his far off interstellar hut and said:
“SHUT THAT LIGHT OFF… Can’t a guy get some sleep around here?” And there was no light. No Light meant no life. With this one sentence God uncreated all that he had created. It took him a week the first time and he had been resting ever since. This time it took him roughly 5 seconds.
To be continued…
Our story begins the way many others don’t with an end. In fact THE END. The end to all that was ever known or sought or thought or bought or sold or speculated upon. The end to all that was conceived or concealed or revealed or congealed. The end of all things, the most important of which at least to this story, the end of all human life.
Some said it would end in fire, others said Ice. Still others said we would Nuke each other to death. Some said the world was warming up to fast, some said it was too chilly so you should put on your jacket. A good many thought that the year 2000 would bring a cataclysmic event, at least financially although the smart money was on 2012. But alas both bets were wrong. And thus God really confused everybody when he simply popped his head out of his far off interstellar hut and said:
“SHUT THAT LIGHT OFF… Can’t a guy get some sleep around here?” And there was no light. No Light meant no life. With this one sentence God uncreated all that he had created. It took him a week the first time and he had been resting ever since. This time it took him roughly 5 seconds.
To be continued…
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Poems are Lies and All Poets Liars
You can not compare a good woman to a summer's day
The cage bird doesn't sing, it perches, pecks, and parrots because nothing happens to a deferred dream
Raisins are still dried up grapes even when you call them roses
But that doesn't stop the bard and his cronies from churning out their verses.
The world won't end in fire or in ice, and gold will still be here long after we're gone
Nothing and no one depends upon a red wheel burrow
And there is no such thing as green eggs and ham
Even Chaucer looking at his world through a microscope
Ne'er dared to examine himself with he couplets many
Too busy satirizing all others in his company
Let's face it if Mary had a little lamb she'd surely sheer and sell that snow white fleece
and supper on lamb chops.
All poems are lies and the poets liars
Just like this one. And this one.
The cage bird doesn't sing, it perches, pecks, and parrots because nothing happens to a deferred dream
Raisins are still dried up grapes even when you call them roses
But that doesn't stop the bard and his cronies from churning out their verses.
The world won't end in fire or in ice, and gold will still be here long after we're gone
Nothing and no one depends upon a red wheel burrow
And there is no such thing as green eggs and ham
Even Chaucer looking at his world through a microscope
Ne'er dared to examine himself with he couplets many
Too busy satirizing all others in his company
Let's face it if Mary had a little lamb she'd surely sheer and sell that snow white fleece
and supper on lamb chops.
All poems are lies and the poets liars
Just like this one. And this one.
Friday, November 16, 2012
Brunch!!!
A BRUNCH DIALOGUE!!!
“what are you thinking about?”
“actually I was imagining that they have a giant vat of mornay sauce back there in the kitchen, which made me wonder what it would be like to jump into a giant vat of mornay sauce”
“can you float in mornay sauce.”
“ I am not sure, I imagine it would be more like quicksand, the more you struggle the further you sink.”
“I can’t imagine not being able to float in water.”
“maybe it would be so thick that you would stay on top as long as you were placed atop, with a crane very gentle like.”
“I am hot Are you not hot? Its hot in here isn’t it?”
“I am warm.”
“It’s hot.”
“yeah.”
“You don’t think it is hot?”
“I said yes it is warm in here…”
“You don’t seem affected.”
“What is it you want… you want me to complain and say that I am uncomfortable?”
“I was just saying I am hot.”
“It is hot, you are hot, it has been noted.”
“How do you get rid of a hangover.”
“Sleep… water.”
“Maybe I will sweat it out.”
“You are in the right place its soooo hot in here!!!”
“Screw you.”
“I betcha it would be a lot warmer in a vat of mornay sauce.”
“Ugh bathing in hot cream to cure a hangover…”
“Are you going to eat your pickle?”
“I dunno I hadn’t thought about it yet… maybe.”
“Well let me know…”
“They should make sleeves to put around pickles to protect your sandwich.”
“But I like it when the chips get a little pickle juice on them…”
“Well yeah sure half soggy pickled potato chips are great but I mean to protect the bread of the sandwich.”
“Maybe they should have pickle condoms.”
“That’s practicing safe sandwich.”
:::sounds of a pickle being eaten very slowly:::
“what are you thinking about?”
“actually I was imagining that they have a giant vat of mornay sauce back there in the kitchen, which made me wonder what it would be like to jump into a giant vat of mornay sauce”
“can you float in mornay sauce.”
“ I am not sure, I imagine it would be more like quicksand, the more you struggle the further you sink.”
“I can’t imagine not being able to float in water.”
“maybe it would be so thick that you would stay on top as long as you were placed atop, with a crane very gentle like.”
“I am hot Are you not hot? Its hot in here isn’t it?”
“I am warm.”
“It’s hot.”
“yeah.”
“You don’t think it is hot?”
“I said yes it is warm in here…”
“You don’t seem affected.”
“What is it you want… you want me to complain and say that I am uncomfortable?”
“I was just saying I am hot.”
“It is hot, you are hot, it has been noted.”
“How do you get rid of a hangover.”
“Sleep… water.”
“Maybe I will sweat it out.”
“You are in the right place its soooo hot in here!!!”
“Screw you.”
“I betcha it would be a lot warmer in a vat of mornay sauce.”
“Ugh bathing in hot cream to cure a hangover…”
“Are you going to eat your pickle?”
“I dunno I hadn’t thought about it yet… maybe.”
“Well let me know…”
“They should make sleeves to put around pickles to protect your sandwich.”
“But I like it when the chips get a little pickle juice on them…”
“Well yeah sure half soggy pickled potato chips are great but I mean to protect the bread of the sandwich.”
“Maybe they should have pickle condoms.”
“That’s practicing safe sandwich.”
:::sounds of a pickle being eaten very slowly:::
Thursday, October 25, 2012
The BLOG BLOG Blog
Welcome to the BLOG Blog-
Where we talk about blogs and all the blogging people who love to blog their little blogging hearts out. All these bloggies blog all blogging day long. They blog and they blog and they think we give a blog about what goes on in their bloggie brains. In the opinion of this blogger they should all be blogged in their blogging blogs and then go blog themselves.
Until next Time
Blogward J. Blogington
Cheif Blogenginere of the BLOG BLOG Blog
Where we talk about blogs and all the blogging people who love to blog their little blogging hearts out. All these bloggies blog all blogging day long. They blog and they blog and they think we give a blog about what goes on in their bloggie brains. In the opinion of this blogger they should all be blogged in their blogging blogs and then go blog themselves.
Until next Time
Blogward J. Blogington
Cheif Blogenginere of the BLOG BLOG Blog
Thursday, October 18, 2012
The King Of Partytown
His stumbly shadow is creeping up the alley, penetrating the ghostly light
The king stomps through as if falling towards something
Away, distant music, the sound of revelers in their prime
He finds a quiet spot to lean and relieve himself
The world is his urinal this king, this giant, this emperor, of this Party Town
Fumbling with his royal scepter, just in time, he sighs and pays tribute to the cobbles
Kings ne’er lose balance, the wire fence is kind enough to support
He extends the royal palm and greets the fence with a kingly grumple and glurp
A sprightly puss scurries forth from a waste bin with a mew and a hiss
“FUCK YOU KITTY!”
The King yells, for a cat is nothing to a King
A mongrel awakened by the commotion of the King’s visit
Rushes to the fence to get a closer look at the dark regal figure
They bark and howl at one another ‘til they both succumb to wheezes and pants
The King lets out a glorious hiccup that shakes his majestic frame
Breathing through dragons nostrils
The King empties his tyrants stomach
What a gracious King for this second gift to the city
The imperial spasms begin to subside
The King of Party Town wipes his lips and saunters on into the night
In search of more libations and revelry
The way back has been blocked by metallic monsters
Blue strobe lightening bolts shooting from their heads
The King turns his nose up at these party poopers and strolls on
Party Town ain’t what it used to be he thinks
Perhaps a late night dip in the cleansing river
A King’s baptism
The river city is teaming with life as the King of Party Town sheds his clothes
A man, a myth, a legend, a giant, a GOD
The water holds him as he gazes up
At the city
His CITY!
“I OWN THIS BITCH!!!” he screams into the night
The king stomps through as if falling towards something
Away, distant music, the sound of revelers in their prime
He finds a quiet spot to lean and relieve himself
The world is his urinal this king, this giant, this emperor, of this Party Town
Fumbling with his royal scepter, just in time, he sighs and pays tribute to the cobbles
Kings ne’er lose balance, the wire fence is kind enough to support
He extends the royal palm and greets the fence with a kingly grumple and glurp
A sprightly puss scurries forth from a waste bin with a mew and a hiss
“FUCK YOU KITTY!”
The King yells, for a cat is nothing to a King
A mongrel awakened by the commotion of the King’s visit
Rushes to the fence to get a closer look at the dark regal figure
They bark and howl at one another ‘til they both succumb to wheezes and pants
The King lets out a glorious hiccup that shakes his majestic frame
Breathing through dragons nostrils
The King empties his tyrants stomach
What a gracious King for this second gift to the city
The imperial spasms begin to subside
The King of Party Town wipes his lips and saunters on into the night
In search of more libations and revelry
The way back has been blocked by metallic monsters
Blue strobe lightening bolts shooting from their heads
The King turns his nose up at these party poopers and strolls on
Party Town ain’t what it used to be he thinks
Perhaps a late night dip in the cleansing river
A King’s baptism
The river city is teaming with life as the King of Party Town sheds his clothes
A man, a myth, a legend, a giant, a GOD
The water holds him as he gazes up
At the city
His CITY!
“I OWN THIS BITCH!!!” he screams into the night
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