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Netflix #23 and Netflix #24

April 30, 2008
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Netflix #23 – The Host – Suggested by Michelle, Howard, FDot, and Brett

Not liking this movie wasn’t even in the realm of possibility. What wasn’t to love? It’s a Korean monster movie for goodness sakes! So just imagine how shocked I was when I was let down. Prior to watching The Host, I rewatched Cloverfield (which holds up nicely on the small screen by the way) so I was all set for another awesome monster movie. It started off good enough: humans suck, so they accidentally create a giant mutant monster. But what followed were some pretty serious disappointments. I shouldn’t blame the movie entirely, I just had completely different expectations. Take the monster for example. It bursts out of the water and kicks people’s asses, which is all fine and good, but I assumed that it was going to get bigger as the movie went along, because as far as movie monsters go, this one was downright puny. So everytime the monster appeared on screen and it wasn’t suddenly enormous, it was another disappointment. But it swung around like a monkey, which was neat so I kept watching. The movie kept going and the main characters seemed to be getting picked off one by one. For a brief moment, the unassuming and totally awesome Aunt (who happens to be an archery champion) appears to be emerging as the Ellen Ripley of the movie. The music starts pumping, she’s running with her bow in hand, and I sit up in my seat, super excited at the idea of her charging into the monster’s den and kicking some serious monster ass. But no. She gets knocked out and doesn’t come back until the end of the movie. Another disappointment. And the virus storyline? What was the point of that? Why couldn’t it just be a monster movie? Why did there have to be this completely tacked on government conspiracy subplot? Maybe if I watched it again, I’d be able to enjoy it more, since I won’t have any false expectations, but chances are I won’t.

Netflix #24 – Idiocracy – Suggested by Hayes

I really enjoyed this one. You’ve probably never heard of it, but it’s a science fiction comedy starring Luke Wilson, Maya Rudolph, and Dax Shepard made by the same guy who did Office Space. Luke Wilson plays an average guy who goes into cryogenic sleep for 500 years and wakes up in time where everyone on Earth is a complete moron. Not only is it really funny, but it makes some very good cultural points. For example, water has been replaced by a Gatorade-type beverage, and everyone just blindly drinks it (and uses it to water crops) because it has electrolytes, yet no one has a damn clue what an electrolyte is (as a matter of fact, neither do I) but apparently it’s what “crops crave”. There’s also some really great scenes that take place in a future hospital and sadly, the hospital staff doesn’t seem that much dumber than some health care workers I’ve dealt with. It almost reminded me of a live-action South Park in it’s absolute absurdity (don’t forget Maya Rudolph is in this, and she plays a prostitute of course) but still smart enough to be absurd in new and clever ways. I’d definitely recommend this one for a rainy day if you need something different to watch.

Keep your recommendations coming!

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Teach Me Something Tuesday #5

April 29, 2008
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PENCILS

Today we’re going to talk about the wild and exciting world of pencils! Wait! No! Come back! I promise I’ll make it amusing. Did you know that the word pencil comes from the Latin word “pencillus” which means “little tail”? Like, what the fuck? And did you know I got duped into taking Latin in college because it was called “Medieval Studies 101″ but then in itty bitty (which is approximately 15% smaller than teeny weeny) fine print it said “also see: Latin 101″ and on the first day of class all ready to learn about Knights and Wizards and Catapults, the professor was like: “To truly appreciate Medieval culture, you must first understand the marvelous language of Latin.” and I was like: “Say what?”

So anyway, the first pencils were used in Rome and were thin lead sticks. It wasn’t until the 1600′s when a huge graphite deposit was found in England that people started making pencils using graphite instead of lead. Since graphite is a lot softer than lead, it needed to be wrapped in something to keep it together, so it was usually wrapped in string or sheepskin to keep it from falling apart. This is the point of the post where I was going to say that they also make condoms out of sheepskin and warn you that while they do prevent pregnancy, they don’t prevent transmission of sexually transmitted diseases, but then I looked it up and it turns out that sheepskin condoms are made out of lamb intestines. Apparently lamb intestines aren’t sexy, and would ruin all marketing opportunities. Evidently the phrase “sheepskin” is orgasmic. Bah, Bah, Black Sheep indeed.

An Italian couple named Simonio and Lyndiana Bernacotti are credited with inventing the first wood encased pencil, used primarily for their carpentry business. Originally the wood was hollowed out and the graphite was inserted, but it didn’t take long for people to realize it was easier to cut the wood in half, and then glue it back together to encase the graphite, which is the same method used to this day. The wood-encased pencil spread throughout Europe, being manufactured primarily in England and Germany. Due to the Napoleonic wars in the early 1800′s, imports of graphite and pencils to France were ceased because no one liked them. This amuses me because I bet Napoleon had a very little tail, if you know what I mean. So France had to manufacture their own pencils by stretching their comparatively smaller supply of graphite by adding clay.

The primary wood used in pencil manufacturing is called Incense-Cedar, and is used because it is relatively soft, allowing it to be sharpened without splintering, and has a pretty smell (and who doesn’t love a fine smelling wood?). The tradition of pencils being painted yellow was started in 1890 by the Austro-Hungarian company L & C Hardtmuth Company and is thought to be inspired by the Austro-Hungarian flag which is simply yellow and black. Supposedly these pencils were of the highest quality, so other pencil companies painted their pencils yellow in the hopes of being associated with the high quality of the L & C pencils. And as they say: imitation is the highest form of plagiarism.

NOW TELL ME SOMETHING I DON’T KNOW.

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Impassioned Plea

April 28, 2008
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My Fellow Americans,

I come to you not as a super famous blogger with dozens of readers around the world. I come to you as just an average man, with an average dream. A dream that I have kept hidden deep within my soul. Why is it so hard for me to have an average dream? Isn’t this America? The land of the free and the home of the brave? We Americans are free to pick so many things in our lives: the neighborhoods we live in (sorta), the schools we go to (maybe), and our president (not really). But what is the one thing we can’t pick?

Our noses.

I don’t say “we can’t pick our noses” because I think we shouldn’t pick our noses. Nay! I say “we can’t pick our noses” because I mourn the fact that we can’t pick our noses. Yes I know, picking your nose is right up there with wearing white after Labor Day, teachers giving homework over Christmas break, and farting in the library. But why? What’s grosser? Sitting across from someone with a booger in their nose while you’re trying to eat your cobb salad? Or walking passed someone discretely picking their nose in the privacy of their own office? I’m going to assume you all shouted “A!” And I’m going to be like: “How did you know the choices were A and B, and not 1 and 2?” And you’ll be like: “What?” And I’ll be like: “Huh?” And then there’ll be awkward silence for a while.

But seriously. Say I’m driving on my way to a date. What? Oh, okay, fine. Suspend your disbelief for a moment. Ready? Good. Say I’m driving on my way to a date. I feel a booger. You can’t possibly show up to a date with a booger, can you? Absolutely not. So being the good driver that I am, I wait until I get to a red light to pick it. Why should I feel self-conscious picking my own damn nose in my own damn car? Why should I worry about the car in front of me looking in their rear view mirror and seeing me dig for gold? It’s not like I’ll ever see them again. But society makes me fear getting caught taking care of business! Why?

Now I know what you’re thinking. “Picking your nose is gross and childish!” Why? What is so childish about it? We all have boogers. Picking your nose isn’t like farting. It’s not intruding upon your sense of smell. Or taste. Unless you eat my boogers, which if you are, shouldn’t we be focusing on your disgustingness and not mine? That’s what I thought. Oh and blowing your nose doesn’t help get rid of boogers, so how about we dispel that rumor here and now.

I don’t come to you with this plea because our awesome receptionist at work walked passed my office and caught me picking my nose. And not because she walked passed, then backwards walked back to my door and exclaimed “Busted!” which is pretty awesome because seriously, who has the balls to do that? I come to you because I want to live in a world where we shouldn’t be ashamed of the dried mucus built up in my our noses. It’s a natural process! Like clipping your fingernails or hating Amy Winehouse. So how about we don’t hide it anymore? How about we pick our noses proudly and without shame? Because I swear by the light of Saint Godwin, if you think we should hide our bodies natural processes, you’re no better than the Nazis.

Thank you.

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Good Cause

April 27, 2008
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So can you guys do me a solid? My cousins Nicolle (sister of Michelle) and Tim and their son (and my godson) Patrick are walking in this year’s March for Babies. It’s a walkathon organized by The March of Dimes to benefit programs and research for premature babies.

This is Patrick walking in last year’s march:

Apparently it was windy that day. But he marched on anyway! What a trooper!

Anyway, it would be fantastic if you could donate some money and sponsor my cousins in this years March for Babies. You can donate however much you want, every little bit helps. Even just a couple of dollars! You can do so by CLICKING HERE!

Oh and in case you were wondering, it’s spelled Nicolle with two L’s because her mom left it up to my mom (Nicolle’s godmother) to decide whether it should be 1 L or 2 L’s, and my mom picked 2 L’s so it would match the number of L’s in her older sister Michelle’s name, dooming her to a life of having her name misspelled. Good going mom!

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Battlestar Galactica LOL Cats Redux

April 25, 2008
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I think everyone is in agreement that Battlestar Galactica is kicking ass this season, right? I made a few more Battlestar Galactica LOL Cats. Check out the old ones in case you missed them.

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Netflix #21 and Netflix #22

April 24, 2008
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Netflix #21 – The Iron Giant – Suggested by no one

No one recommended this one, but it’s one I’ve wanted to see ever since I found out it was directed by Brad Bird. As you may or may not know, Brad Bird was responsible for one of the best (if not the best) Pixar movie The Incredibles (at least until I see Wall-E which I suspect will take the top spot). It was just as good as I had hoped and made me wish they made more traditional animation movies these days. There’s definitely a place for them in the world, just not in the form of Home on the Range. Anyway the movie was really great and sweet. It was refreshing seeing the traditional animation in the 1950′s setting, and not in the hyperkinetic animation style that runs so rampant in other cartoons. Oh, and I may have cried at the end. Shut up.

Netflix #22 – Harold and Maude – Suggested by FDot, GoKitty, Emily, Hayden, Topncal, and Grim Reality Girl

This one was quite a surprise. I’ve never heard of this movie until about a bajillion of you recommended it and I had no idea what to suspect, but it turned out to be really great, quirky and fun. And it was made before quirky was trendy, and people didn’t try too hard to achieve quirkiness. Honest to blog! Even after I added it to my queue, I didn’t realize that there was such an extreme age difference between the two lead characters. Ruth Gordon as Maude was absolutely fantastic as the crazy yet awesome old lady. And Bud Cort was great as the crazy yet potentially awesome Harold, and kinda cute too, but have you seen him lately? Not so much. Did you know he played the priest at Wilhelmina Slater’s wedding in Ugly Betty? Liar. Oh, and the soundtrack by Cat Stevens was awesome. Especially this one, If You Want to Sing Out, Sing Out:

I need some fresh recommendations. Even if you’ve already made them, I need a refresher, and going back into all my old comments is too much for my feeble mind to comprehend. Thanks!

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The Story of the Transit Strike

April 23, 2008
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This is the story of how I survived the transit strike of 2005. Remember that time when all the New York City transit workers went on strike (struck?) and there were no subways and buses and people all over the city had to walk everywhere? And I had to pretend to be like this:

Because people my age are supposed to be radical and stand up for protesting workers and damn the man and all the business, but I was really like this:

And being like: “Those damn whipper snappers! How am I supposed to get to my bingo night?” And what is a “whipper snapper” exactly? I picture them looking something like this:

Which isn’t all that threatening if you think about it. But old people scare easily. Just look at Harrison Ford’s face!

So at the time of the transit strike, I lived in Brooklyn, and worked in publishing and generally lived a super trendy lifestyle like this:

Except not douchey looking. And not that trendy. And basically just sat on the couch all day watching TV like I currently do while I live with my parents, but back then I did it in Brooklyn.

So I woke up the morning of the strike and turned on the news and found out that the transit strike had really happened, and I was like: “Woo! Sick day!” But then I saw that loads of people were walking across the bridges from Brooklyn to Manhattan to get to work and I felt like a loser, and guilted myself into walking to work. So I bundled up nice and warm because around that time New York City looked like this:

Because apparently it’s not a law that all strikes that cause people to have to walk to work don’t occur in the winter. So I put on my iPod possibly playing Tyra Banks’ “Shake Ya Body” and I started off being all like:

But then it didn’t take long before I as all like:

Except I wasn’t completely adorable. (Can someone make one of those for me?) I was more like:

Because halfway across the bridge I reached that annoying body temperature level where you’re absolutely sweating, but completely bundled up, but you can’t take anything off because its freezing, and your nose looks like:

And by this point my gloves are absolutely disgusting from wiping my nose. Did I ever clean those gloves? I doubt it. Oh well. So I finally get to the other side of the bridge and Red Cross is there handing out little packages of tissues and hot chocolate. And possibly doing this:

And did I mention that this was all happening after the devastation of Hurricane Katrina, so people in New Orleans were like:

And someone in the Red Cross was like:

“Oh my god! Some white people in New York need to walk over a bridge! We have to bring them little packages of tissues and hot chocolate!” And then they all flew away in helicopters. And the people in New Orleans were like:

“Say what?”

So after I blew my nose and said “no thank you” to the hot chocolate (because it would have been a logistical nightmare to drink hot chocolate with my unwieldy, dried snotty gloves) I had a renewed sense of vim and vigor. I know what vigor is, but what is vim exactly?

And as I walked through the streets of lower Manhattan, I came across a giant billboard that looked like this:

And it makes me think to myself: “Daaayum! Good thing I have those tissues!” and I patted myself on the back for being so damn clever, because even after an hour of walking in the freezing cold to get to work, I never pass up an opportunity to congratulate myself for being awesome make a joke.

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Teach Me Something Tuesday #4

April 22, 2008
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THE DODO BIRD

People often call me a “dodo” and I’m like: “What does that mean?” So I look it up, and apparently “dodo” stems from the Portuguese word “doido”, which means “crazy”. And then I’m like: “That’s not very nice!” So to make myself feel better, I look up other translations, and I learn that the word “dodo” also stems from the Dutch word “dodaers”, which means “fat ass”. And then I go back to my cubicle and cry and cry and cry. Or they could just be referring to the bird of that name, which is often pigeonholed as being stupid. So either way, I lose.

The dodo is was a bird native to the island Mauritius in the Indian Ocean. The island was first visited by the Portuguese (who didn’t settle there) in the early 1500′s and then by the Dutch (who did settle there) in the late 1500′s. Oh yeah, the island was also visited by Arabs and Malays as early as the 900′s, but they’re not white enough, so history just pats them on the head and says “good job”. So that’s why we don’t know if the word “dodo” stems from the Portuguese word for “crazy” or the Dutch word for “fat ass”. Either way, the dodo is going to have some severe inadequacy issues to deal with. Oh, maybe that’s why people call me a “dodo”?

The dodo is was a flightless bird who’s lineage stems from that of the modern pigeon, which is a flightfull bird, generally in the direction of my head. Did anyone else know that dodos were a meter tall and weighed up to 50 pounds? Liar. That’s a lot bigger than I pictured in my head. Not that I picture dodos in my head when I should be working, and not crying.

Dodos, like most animals evolving in isolated areas, don’t didn’t have an innate fear of humans, so when humans came to the island, the dodos were all like: “Hey guys! Let’s get this party started!” and the humans were like: “Sure thing! There’s only one catch: you’re the party!” And when hungry white guys are coming at you with machetes, you finally start to envy your flightfull kin even though they have to live in New York City, which is uber-expensive and the subways always uber-suck.

Dodos are commonly used as an example of extinct species because their demise occurred during recorded human history and is attributed to human activity. Even if the humans didn’t kill them all, the pigs, dogs, and other animals that they brought along with them certainly didn’t help. For many years the dodo was regarded as being extremely stupid. This was the human’s way of saying: “We didn’t kill the dodos! They were so stupid! They practically killed themselves!” Because sometimes we need to lie to ourselves to make us feel better. After all, if shiploads of humans unloaded on an island full of adorable kitty cats instead, people might be calling me “pussy” instead of “dodo”.

Oh wait.

NOW TELL ME SOMETHING I DON’T KNOW.

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Definition

April 18, 2008
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Random Notes

April 18, 2008
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1. Deal or No Deal Model Theater – Heroes

They also did The Office and Bionic Woman. The model playing Dwight in The Office parody only has one line, but she is genius.

2. I watched the four New Caprica episodes from Season 3 of Battlestar Galactica last weekend. I love those episodes so so so much. The Exodus episodes are movie-level awesomeness. Remember when the Galactica jumped to the planet’s surface and released all the Vipers and then jumped back out? And remember when the Pegasus came flying in to save the day? Incredible! Oh, and Adama called Apollo a “fatass”, which is pretty awesome too.

3. I’m going to Pennsylvania this weekend for my godson’s christening, which reminds me, I should do a post about my three godchildren. They are all wonderfully fantastic individuals. You will love them.

4. Who else is watching Survivor? Last night’s episode was all sorts of awesome. Jason: I love you, but sometimes I wish you were either smarter, or quieter. Erik: Cut your hair. I can’t decide who’s hair I hate more: Your’s or Jason Catro’s from American Idol? Ozzy: You suck. Eliza: You’re crazy, but I kinda love you and I think if I were on Survivor I would be exactly like you.

5. I think today’s Dilbert was written just for me:

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