Barack Skywalker

September 17, 2009 at 5:03 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , , )

It’s uncanny how well I predict the future sometimes.  For instance, some of you may remember back on January 23, 2009, I introduced you to a little collectable I like to call the Barack Obama action figure.  Check it.  I can’t change the dates on these things as far as I know so that mamma jamma’s real.  Well now 8 months later, in the midst of Chicago vying to host the Olympic games in 2016, President Obama must have read of my uncanny ability to get things done just by writing about them and decided to try to appease me for help.  Yes, Mr. President.  Because you’re trying so hard, it shall be so.  I’m telling you right here and now that I predict Chicago will host the Olympic games in 2016.  You can mark it down on your 7 year calendar.

I also think President Obama is using the force to help influence the Olympic Committee.  I can imagine the conversation.

“I’m Barack Obama.  You do not need to see my identification.”

“We don’t need to see your identification.”

“This is the city you’re looking for.”

“This is the city we’re looking for.”

“You can go about your business.”

“We’re going to go about our business.”

I’m pretty sure that’s how it went down.

Congratulations, Chicago.  Chiggetty-Check it.

September 16, 2009

September 16, 2009

Original - January 2009

Original - January 2009

Take a closer look.  I dare you.  He’s got on a white shirt and dark pants, a blue lightsaber, and even a tie with a red pattern.  If that doesn’t say he’s recreating the picture, I don’t know what does.

Interestingly, if we could pan a little bit on the new photograph, we would see Dick Cheney dressed in a black robe holding his red lightsaber (Get it? He’s evil!)

I thought you might like to see it turned on, too

I thought you might like to see it turned on, too

May the force be with you.

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Does Everybody Know What Time It Is?

August 27, 2009 at 5:19 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , , , , , , )

The answer to the question proposed in today’s title may just be waiting in the welfare line if my argument is compelling enough.

I don't know why Al and Wilson are in the Taylor family portrait.

I don't know why Al and Wilson are in the Taylor family portrait.

The show “Home Improvement” was beloved by Americans for 8 seasons, starting in 1991 and ending in 1999.  However, I suggest to you the drastically different shape the show would have taken had it been set 10 years later from 2001 to 2009, or alternatively, if the characters in show were real people like most of the rest of us and would have continued living longer than 8 years.  So today let’s take a look at what would have really happened had the cameras never gone off on Tim “The Tool Man” Taylor and why the show could never have been launched today.

First of all, I want to point out that I’m going to try to be realistic about possible reality faced by the characters in the show.  I’m not just throwing out a scenario based on an unguessable random string of events that sitcoms arcs usually take.  I’m basing this on economic and social issues we’re facing today.

Home Improvement was set in Detroit, Michigan where Tim Taylor hosted a local TV show called “Tool Time” where he had an affinity for always adding “more power!” to machines, providing impressive results for a few seconds before they backfire and usually end up injuring him.  He lived with his wife, Jill, who had gone back to school to get her PhD in Psychology and their 3 children, Randy, Brad, and Mark, listed in order of importance.

I suggest the Taylors would have been left without income when Tim’s show was cancelled.  Why would his show be cancelled, you ask?  Well, after the economic downturn of 2008 and the ever-struggling American automotive industry of 2009, Detroit, the car capital of the United States, has been hit the hardest with unemployment rates hitting 17.7% at time of publication.

Additionally, there is no way Binford Tools could continue to keep Tim on the payroll.  He visits the emergency room at least weekly.  His insurance would be through the roof and a regional tool couldn’t afford to pay those kinds of premiums for an individual with such a health record.  He would be left basically uninsurable and unemployable and the burden would be shifted completely to Jill.

I know some naysayers out there will suggest that there is an allusion to moving to Indiana in the final episode of Home Improvement where Jill was offered a teaching job (I do my research) and if that was the case, perhaps the family could have been fine.  However, the dynamic established in the series could never have lasted through 2009.

My last point crosses over and confuses Tim Taylor with Tim Allen but it’s something I learned and just want to share.  It would also be difficult for Tim to find another real job since he’s a convicted felon, serving over 2 years in prison after being caught with a pound and a half of cocaine in 1978.

It's Blow Time!

It's Blow Time!

(So when Santa Claus offers you snow, don’t take it)

Who wants nose candy for Christmas?

Who wants nose candy for Christmas?

On a totally unrelated note, I would like to present to you pictures of some other people who would be suitably featured on Tool Time.

douchebag

Maybe the just really like carrots

Maybe the just really like carrots

Jon plus Jailbait minus Kate and 8

Jon plus Jailbait minus Kate and 8

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Palindrome

July 26, 2009 at 3:10 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , )

Dammit I’m Mad.

That’s partially true but mostly just so the play on words title of this entry isn’t a complete lie.  Check it.  It’s a palindrome.  I stole it from comedian Demetri Martin, but that doesn’t make it less of a palindrome.

When I began writing this blog, I was trying to write it so that entries could be read in pretty much any order at pretty much any place in time and still be semi-applicable.  In other words, I was trying not to date it too badly.  I was also trying to keep my own political views out of it as much as possible.  Oh what a silly child I was 8 months ago.

Well, in my revised opinion, things that are topical shouldn’t be untouchable. Additionally, if a hinting at my political or social opinion creeps out along with it, I’m all the merrier.

Now, having thoroughly disclaimed my new take on blog entry writing, I would like to remind everyone that Sarah Palin, infamous Vice-Presidential… well loser… has of course decided to step down from her post as the governor of Seward’s Icebox (That’s what we used to call Alaska before we found out they had oil.  Check your history book.)  Anyway, I’m getting off task.  Sarah Palin, who somehow has unearthed a strong and annoyingly loud fundamentalist right-wing movement, decided to have a kind of last hurrah and a picnic in her hometown of Wasilla, AK before she steps down. At this event, she served hot dogs, signed autographs, and handed out little American flags to families of active service members.

I thought it might be fun for me to add insightful captions to some of the pictures from the event.  Enjoy.

All photos taken from adn.com.

This is a logical move.  Every governor resignation picnic I've been to has balloons and face painting, too.

This is a logical move. Every governor resignation picnic I've been to has balloons and face painting, too.

"Sign this book you didn't write!" "No! Sign my plate! I'll put it on the wall next to my commemorative plate from Silver Dollar City"

"Sign this book you didn't write!" "No! Sign my plate! I'll put it on the wall next to my commemorative plate from Silver Dollar City"

Picture 5

"Thank you, Young Palin. I'll never watch this sweatshirt again."

This is the best picture I saw of her sweatshirt.  It says "Once a Patriot, Always a *logo for New England Patriots*"  The theme for this picnic was patriotism so I'm not 100% sure she knew she was supporting a football team.

This is the best picture I saw of her sweatshirt. It says "Once a Patriot, Always a *logo for New England Patriots*" The theme for this picnic was patriotism so I'm not 100% sure she knew she was supporting a football team.

Surely there's nothing in this picture I could mock...

Surely there's nothing in this picture I could mock...

...Ahh! Her face is really a mask!

... Except that her face is really a mask!

Alright that’s enough.  That was too easy and I think I probably came off sounding mean.  That’s the thing about attacking her.  She’s like a koala bear… so cute and cuddly and you’d have to be a monster to say or do anything bad to it.  However, the second you get too close, she’ll rip your eyes out.  Also, the koala has convoluted aspirations of becoming the President of the country.  Somehow, it’s a lose-lose.

In closing, I leave you with a thought reminiscent of my opening line today.  “Do geese see God?”

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America, America, This is You

July 3, 2009 at 7:40 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , )

We have issues as a society.  Greed and insider deals have ruined lives and made unrighteous fortunes.  Just ask Halliburton Co. Increasingly, it seems, in order to be successful in this life, who you know is as important if not more important than what you know.  Just ask anyone put on a waiting list at the University of Illinois. It’s this insider fast track that frustrates and really insults the hard working Americans trying to pull themselves up by their bootstraps and make a name for themselves.  We’ve tried to clean up some acts a bit with insider trading and trying to hedge out unethical investors.  Just ask Martha Stewart. But it’s just not enough!  I’m calling for a new era of increased transparency, of honesty and conviction where hard-working Americans don’t have to take a back seat to rich fat cats with an uncle who knows a guy.  We need change and we need it now!

So why do the top 3 videos on AFV (America’s Funniest Home Videos) always suck?  There is always one video that is sort of funny and then two or three that just suck ass as hard as anyone can suck ass.  Right now I am calling out ABC to make their choosing of these potential winners more transparent.  If you’ve ever watched the show with any of its numerous hosts, you know what I’m talking about.

afv

Anyway, if anyone could shed some light on the process they use to choose the finalists, I’d really appreciate it.  Either the people are sending in their videotapes with a wad of money in the envelope, they know a guy who knows a guy who used to work at the show, or the producers lay all the tapes out on the ground and let a dog in the room.  The first 3 he sniffs make the finals.  It’s a theory.  It’s probably wrong.

Moral of the story – choose funnier videos for the finalists.
PS – Why do the hosts always have to talk through all the clips?  Sorry, AFV.  No matter how cool you try to make yourself by using an acronym instead of a name, you’re less funny than YouTube.

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Take a Look at Me

July 3, 2009 at 5:45 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , , )

This blog is not going to turn into just a place for me to post videos that I think are funny.  As long as it lives, it will be a platform for me to bitch about real-life topics that need bitching.  I will also continue to spend an above average amount of time bitching about nonsensical topics.  Don’t worry.  I’ve not sold out completely yet.  However, having just testified to my own fortitude, I think it’s fair to now reveal that today’s post is only to premiere a new video I found online.

If you’re under 28, you’ve already seen the “I’m on a Boat” video and song by The Lonely Island & T-Pain, so you can skip this first video.  It’s just to catch my older audience up to 2008.

Alright now that we’re all on the same page, I want to introduce you to a cover.  Faithful reader, meet cover.  Cover, meet faithful reader.  Talk amongst yourselves.  Enjoy.  I’ll be at the punch bowl.  Oh by the way, don’t give up on this second video in the first 30 seconds.

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Iran So Far

June 27, 2009 at 4:21 pm (Uncategorized)

It’s a tumultuous time in Iran right now and I’m not going to make light of that with a goofy blog post. However, I would like us all turn to our spiritual and cultural leader, Andy Samberg to see a video he and Adam Levine, the lead singer from Maroon 5, released on SNL a couple years ago after Mahmud Ahmadinejad (Iran’s current president, if you’ve been living under a rock) famously declared that there were no gay people in Iran.

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Advanced Marionomics

June 21, 2009 at 5:28 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

I’ve solved the problem.  It will take a while before I can get someone in power to agree with me but it’s been right in front of us the whole time.  It takes care of the health care problem, high divorce rates, obesity, the budget deficit, Middle Eastern border disputes, and even marijuana legalization discussion.  It even provides a periodic self-sufficient stimulus package.

Let me backtrack.

Today I got my NES system working again.  It took some doing but I’m a fighter (like Christina Aguilera).  Since that time, I’ve spent time playing RBI Baseball, Yoshi, and most influentially, Super Mario Bros. 3  (SMB3 for those of us in the biz).

Smb3

As I played the levels in World 1 that I’ve completed a hundred times before, I began to consider the two different playing styles.  Of course those are the players who zip through the whole level instinctively with Zen-like accuracy.  Then there is the tortoise (vs. hare) approach.  The latter, of course, are those who stop and make sure they get every single coin.  These players are painful to watch but generally more successful over a long period of time.  Then it dawned on me, the answer to a lot of the questions we face today were answered in 1984 when SMB3 was released.

I haven’t quite worked out the deets, but if we can just convert our physical world to the world in SMB3, a lot of problems will automatically solve themselves.  First of all, what do we do about rising insurance prices and lack of affordable health care?  Nothing.  Once we have magic coins spread randomly throughout the kingdom that refresh themselves every morning, we won’t need to worry about getting sick because as long as we collect at least 100, we’ll just come back to life if we die.  On a personal note, I would be such a miser when it came to collecting coins if that meant you could come back to life.  I would take all sorts of unnecessary risks, but that’s neither here nor there.  Health care problem solved.

What about the divorce rates I mentioned?  Oh I’m glad I asked.  This concept would escape the untrained eye but to an expert like me, it’s simple.  Mario and Princess seem to be deeply committed to one another.  Mario is committed to Princess because she’s beautiful and being held against her will.  Princess is committed to Mario because, well, she’s imprisoned by a giant turtle with spikes on his shell.  His heroism and devotion probably also help.  Her options are limited, but she loves him the same.  As long as Mario spends his days working to save her, they’re happy together.  There doesn’t need to be any substance in the relationship.  Therefore, otherwise miserable couples will be compelled to love one another because of the quest that separates them.

SuperMarioBros3

Obesity is an easy one.  If we’re always running around trying to jump on bad guys and get to the princess, we might be a little naturally pudgy, but we’ll never become grotesque.

The budget deficit won’t be an issue anymore when health coins are spread throughout the kingdom.

Middle Eastern borders are clearly outlined and numbered in World 2.  End of debate.

As far as those who fight to decriminalize or even legalize marijuana, when the bushes have eyes and dance in unison, you can earn extra lives by matching cards, and turtles throw an endless supply of hammers at you as you try to jump on their heads to kill them, no one will want to do drugs.

Finally, the self-sufficient stimulus package comes in the form of mushroom houses.  All you have to do is walk in and a little man will give you whatever you find inside one of the boxes at no cost to you and presumably no cost to the government.  Thank you, philanthropy.

Unfortunately, the Washington Fat Cats won’t enact this plan.  They don’t have the vision and don’t know the truth.  They’re too old.  We’ll have to wait until someone from my generation is in power and can see the merits of Mario’s wisdom and the ruling powers of the king who gives away whistles and fingers with a P on them that make you fly for a whole level.  Let’s face it, giants of yesteryear, Pong-conomics is a failed etho.

I came up with the idea.  Someone else has to figure out how to do the conversion.  I called it!  No tag backs!

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American Idolatry

June 19, 2009 at 4:03 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , )

A bitch giving birth is a beautiful thing, probably.  I haven’t witnessed it firsthand and I’m not quite certain I want to.  Of course I’m a technical guy so I’m talking about dogs.  However, I don’t think I want to see a human bitch give birth either.  I’ll return to this thought later.

American Idol has become a staple of musical talent in the US over the last 5 years or so.  It draws a huge following and very devoted fans.  I would not argue for a second that the talent showcased on this program is quite impressive and beautiful, indeed.  I admire the people who get on the show and can hit the high notes and the low notes.  I don’t know what those notes are called, let alone can I sing any of them on purpose or hold a tune.

american-idol-logo
Even though I am impressed and admire these performances, I generally can’t listen to the music when it gets to the end of the season (or the beginning for other reasons).  It’s too perfect (not the case in the beginning).  It’s the same reason I hate when Christina Aguilera or anyone else does the thing where they hit every single note at the end of a line.  Yes, that’s very impressive, Dirrty.  However, it’s even more annoying.  Stop trying to show off and entertain me.  The cookie cutter sound just doesn’t do it for me.  Just because these people have all the technical talent in the world doesn’t make them fun for me to listen to.  In all honesty, I would rather listen to Bob Dylan, who has never been able to hold a tune in his life but has a very distinct sound and masterful storytelling.

A dog giving birth is a beautiful thing, but I don’t want to experience it.  I feel the same way about American Idol performances.  Give me an entertainer over a technical prodogy any day.

By the way, when I say “entertainer” I don’t mean a 17 year old girl who lip syncs while she dances provocatively.  I’m talking about thoughtful lyrics, a really distinct and cool sound, or at least solid audience engagement.

Today’s post feels less jokey and more pedistolly than in the past.  I feel like Andy Rooney, or Peter in the Family Guy movie, so I will end appropriately.

And that’s what really grinds my gears.

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Speak Softly and Carry a Big Stick

June 9, 2009 at 9:51 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , , , )

I’m all about change.  I keep making obnoxious Colbertesque claims that I can directly change the world.  I even voted Obama in the last general election.  Well, if I’m so powerful, today’s lesson is about something I want to see change sooner than later.

Let me set the scene for you.  Close your eyes and go to your happy place – but first find someone to read the rest of this for you.

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Okay ready?  Thanks, reader’s friend.  Here’s the sitch: You just got home from an exhausting day of work and you can’t wait to just chill out on your couch for the next couple hours watching your favorite TV show.  There’s a marathon tonight.  Incidentally, you’re a weirdo so it’s NCIS.  You can’t find the remote but that’s okay.  The TV is already on whatever channel carries NCIS so you walk up to it, flip it on manually and plop down on the couch for an enjoyable evening.  All is going exactly to plan.  The beginning of the show is great!  I don’t know what that show is about so I can’t give an example of a good opening scene but the picture is clear and the volume is perfect.  It’s a great evening.  Do you still have your eyes closed and your good friend reading to you?  I want you to imagine hard.  Okay so it’s a great evening.  Then the show goes to commercial, exactly as planned.  Unfortunately, the volume of the commercial is about 4 decibals (I think that’s a measure of volume) higher than that of the show.  Your relaxed vibe is ruined and you have to get up off your comfy ass and search under all the cushions for the remote so you can adjust the volume, all the while listening to Jack in the Box’s little people sing to you about mini sirloin burgers (which I am surprised is PC enough to be on TV). 

 

Herding cows the size of schnauzers, but they're cattle

Herding cows the size of schnauzers, but they're cattle

 

 

Alright you can open your eyes again.  Thanks, reading friend.  Why don’t we standardize volume?  I’m so tired of having to turn it up and down from commercials to TV shows.  I imagine commercial producers make them louder so they grab your attention.  However, in my case, the change in volume just makes me want to urinate on their product. 

The shows themselves can even sometimes vary wildly.  Comedy Central is bad about this – especially the Daily Show with Jon Stewart and the Colbert Report.  They are incredibly quiet.  Then when you change the channel after they’re over, the sonic boom of the regularly volumed station is almost deafening.

I guess the moral of the story today is that we should standardize volume all across television.  If you agree with me, write your congressman.  They make all sorts of stupid laws.  Why not one that is my idea?

 

Write your Representative

Write your Representative

 

 

PS – I realize that’s not what makes sonic booms.

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Mayor Schmayer

June 4, 2009 at 1:32 am (Uncategorized) (, , , , , )

So I was in the shower singing “Welcome to Atlanta” by Ludacris to myself when it occurred to me how strange and variable the position of mayor is.  Of course the line that sparked this line of thought is when Jermaine Dupri exclaims, “make my own rules, Bitch.  Call me the mayor.”  Of course I have the edited version memorized so instead of “bitch,” I just leave a pause.

Anyway, that’s neither here nor there.  The real issue I want to discuss (since this is first and foremost an educational blog) is the variability of the stature of mayor.  For example, the city of New York City is a city that I’ve never even visited but the city’s mayor, Michael Bloomberg, I believe, is still someone I’ve heard of.  Then of course everyone knows before that it was the once Presidential hopeful, Rudolph Guiliani.  Although I’ve only visited Chicago a handful of times as of right now, I have also heard it repeated enough to know that Mayor Daley is the big man in the Windy City.  These are obviously people with some clout and some weight to throw around, even considering Presidential runs.

Conversely, you hear about towns in South Dakota or Kansas all the time that have elected a cat or a horse or some other animal as the mayor of their town of 38 to make it on CNN as a freakshow story for their 11 minutes of fame (I shortened it because they’re stupid).  As a sidenote, I think these towns should consider an ape or some kind of monkey instead of a cat or dog.  It just seems to make better sense to me.

See? Monkeys can do people things like kickbox!  They'd make great mayors.

See? Monkeys can do people things like kickbox! They'd make great mayors.

Even towns with populations of over 50 don’t give their mayors so much clout sometimes.  For example, as a freshman in high school, my mayor, Mr. Dunkirk, was also my Geometry teacher.  Mayor in my sleepy town of about 7,000 is seriously a part-time job.  A few years ago, way after Larry the Cable Guy was already cliché, I remember a candidate running with the slogan “Git R Done.”  There were signs all over town.  I don’t think he lost by all that much.  Interestingly enough, the last mayoral election here was decided by just one vote.  No joke.

At any rate, since Mayor Sniffles and Mayor Daley get the same title, I’m thinking maybe we should consider changing the title for either the smaller communities or of big cities.  Maybe we could develop a complicated system of titles based on city population, perhaps using a series of Latin prefixes and suffixes.

Other Famous Mayors:

Mayor Quimby

Mayor Quimby

Mayor Adam West

Mayor Adam West

Mayor McCheese

Mayor McCheese

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