Things that make me laugh to tearful incoherence

November 8, 2009

Without doubt Hot Chicks with Douchebags.

I laugh, I cry, consistently, uncontrollably, every time.

I know not why. I just do. Nothing cracks me up so consistently.

Possibly because I grew up with those douchebags (suburban Noo Yawk, a town that was 90% Italian-American, mostly first-generation).

Possibly because high school was an ordeal of spectacularly gorgeous girls, clinging to spectacular douchebags, just like the website.

And the comments. Lo, the comments are often funnier than the pictures. The wit, the anguish. And the concept of the pictures: the juxtaposition of incredible sexiness and unspeakably disgusting douchiness; it’s like a speedball, an icy/hot.

Although the pictures, just some of these facial expressions, is enough….

I don’t actually know. I love this website. Just love it. Never fails to brighten my day.


Grayson and Franken

October 22, 2009

I want Alan Grayson as Speaker of the House, and Al Franken as Senate Majority Leader.

That is all.


Failed

October 3, 2009

I lived in New York when New York City went bankrupt in the late 1970’s. It wasn’t that much of a surprise; the city had been in a steep decline for a long time.

Now I’m living in California as it too becomes bankrupt. Also not much of a surprise.

I’d move elsewhere, but I suspect the whole USA may be going that way too.

Although, who knows, if we get health care reform passed, with a public option, we may be able to pull this one out of the fire, including California too. I’d sure like that.


Umm, no.

September 16, 2009

Fuck you Dropbox

Hah hah hah, silly Dropbox.

You want me to run a proprietary, closed-source daemon on my Linux box? Are you high?

No. Fucking. Way. Go to hell and do not come back.


Major late-80’s flashback

September 11, 2009

Icon of the late 80's
Somewhat unintentionally, I produced a blackened fish dish for dinner last night, and had a sudden and very vivid flashback to the late 80’s.

Decorations done with all-black furniture.

Nagel prints!

Ferns!

Blackened everything. Shittake mushrooms. Shitty synth-pop (Phil Collins. George Michael). Trevor Horn and Hugh Pagdham overproductions.

Young Republicans. Bret Easton Ellis.

Skinny ties. Striped shirts with white collars. Suspenders.

Teal.

Bleah.

Odd how a food preparation (which actually didn’t taste bad at all) can invoke a whole era.


Facebook sanity saver

September 5, 2009

Chicken Identty Theives

I finally figured out how to hide updates in Facebook (it’s a hidden option, you have to mouse over the right corner of an update to see it!).

Awesome. Now that I can block useless updates from ex-girlfriends, former cow-orkers, and people I hardly know or haven’t seen in 20 years, FB is marginally useful. There are a few work-related posters whose updates provide valuable info from time to time, and now I can find them.

If only there were a way to block every stupid quiz at once, instead of one at a time, that’d be even better.


Double Facepalm

August 30, 2009

When the fail is so strong, one Facepalm ain’t enoughDouble Face-Palm

Via religulous stupidity, of course.


Teabaggers. I love saying that.

August 17, 2009

Of all the silly trends in politics over the past 30 years that I’ve been paying attention to it, nothing has amused me so reliably and continuously, as the use of the term “teabagging” and “teabaggers” in a political context.

It’s so evocative. It’s so fucking funny. A bunch of wingnuts, waving teabags around and shouting incoherently about something or another. Never fails to put a smile on my face, or pull a chortle from my lips.

Plus, it’s a euphemism for sucking testicles. Hard to top that for pure comedy value.

Best yet, it puts it all in perspective. Without knowing them as “teabaggers”, I’d be furiously angry– they’ve been ruining my country for 30 years–, or absoulutely terrified– a lot of them are armed. But, imaging them dangling teabags around, or dipping them in and out fo their mouths, makes the whole thing comedy gold.

I can’t be angry at the teabaggers, or be afraid of them. They’re teabaggers! OK, next3


Treason

August 17, 2009

Scariest picture I’ve seen this year so far:

Treason

A man, with a gun, holding a sign explicitly calling for armed revolution, in "dog whistle" language.

What was the title of that Ann Coulter book?

Walking around armed and calling for the overthrow of the U.S. Government would be pretty treasonous, no?

Like the BlueHampshire guy said: “Ahem, where’s the Secret Service?”


What’s with the sternum?

August 13, 2009

Latest annoying trend in superstar/Hollywood fashion: relatively flat-chested women wearing deeply-plunging necklines showing off… their sternum. Is that sexy? No, it is not.

I suppose it’s an improvement over trends in previous years such as collagen injections in the lips, or shoulder pads, or whatever nonsense.

I don’t get fashion, that’s for sure.