Friday, May 30, 2008

This is a WILD one ... haha, get it?!?! Wild, like wildlife??!?! What do you mean "no"? Oh, whatever, you just don't get me!!

BREAK UP LINES MOST OFTEN HEARD AT THE ZOO

"I think we should start letting other people see us."

"You are a beautiful, intelligent, caring goat, but I just don't want kids."

"It's not me, it's ewe."

"Of course I love you, but I just don't think penguins should mate for life, like humans or something."

"So, I brought you here to the zoo. To break up with you."

Sunday, May 25, 2008

An Important Question to Ponder This Memorial Day Weekend

Stirrup pants ...

Intentional fashion trend of the 80s, or misassembled midget suspender pants?



Hurray for a country that allows us the freedom to ask these questions. In China, they just have to take this stuff at face value, you know.

Friday, May 16, 2008

Who Wants to Be My Fake LC?

I've started writing for NewsGroper, which is a site that features fake blogs (flogs, if you will, and I think you should) written by celebrities, politicians, etc. I'll be tackling the difficult, complex character that is Heidi Montag. I'm very much so looking forward to The Hills episode where they sue me for libel and slander, or as it's known in a court of law, "talkin' some shit." In preparation, I have been perfecting my empty, five minute stare into the camera daily. There are still some sparks of life in my eyes, but I'll get there, just you wait.

NewsGroper - Heidi Montag blog

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Call Now, Before Someone Pries the Hope Out of Hillary's Cold, Dead Hands

I wrote something. You can read it by clicking here. If you do, the title of this post will make sense to you.

You can not read it by not clicking here. If you don't, the title will continue to not make any sense whatsoever to you. You'll also have far more time to finish up that game of backgammon.

This concludes today's lesson in common sense.

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Being Hard Up for Work is Hard Work

How to be Willingly Unemployed

Today, over 8 million people are unemployed in the United States. With our country on the verge of a recession, with hundreds of thousands of people finding themselves needing to foreclose on their mortgages, times are difficult. However, if you are someone who finds yourself unemployed, not due to being unable to find work or some sort of injury, but simply because you are suffering from a self-indulgent, existential life crisis, none of that matters to you! Because you live in la la land, population you. Still, that doesn't mean the willingly unemployed don't need expert tips to help with some of the more difficult challenges that present themselves when one is doing the bare minimum in life to still be considered a human being.

1) Obtain a good, quality pair of sweatpants, preferably grey ones.

Quality means versatility, i.e.sweatpants that can be worn in any and all situations. Those situations include: lying on your bed, lying on your couch, lying in the middle of traffic hoping someone will end your miserable, miserable life, and lying to your friends and family about why you are not worried about not having a job and all the good "writing" you've been getting done lately. Most importantly, the sweatpants MUST have ankles with elastic waste bands. If you wear regular, loose fitting sweatpants, you run the risk of someone from afar thinking that you are wearing jeans and perhaps work at a hip, trendy company without a dress code.

2) Perfect delicate balancing act of self-loathing and self-pity.

There are people who work for soul-sucking, big business corporations who exist solely to make the rich richer and the poor look more like American Apparel models. They will ironically comment that they work for "the Man" and after a few glasses of wine followed by PBR cans (to bring em back to their roots!), these people will perhaps comment on how they dislike themselves for working for such an amoral entity. These people practice self-loathing. Other people, those who have been recently laid off or work for less financially fruitful companies, are entitled to the practice of self-pity. As a member of the unemployed community, you must work incredibly hard (ha! the irony) both to hate the living shit out of yourself and feel an overwhelming sense of pity and empathy for yourself. It sounds easy, but don't get caught in the trap of feeling bad about yourself for days upon days without ever letting a healthy dose of "I'm sucha fucking loser" creep into your inner dialogue. Many people have difficulty with this one, so you may find it helpful to enlist the help of a friend who particularly hates your guts or likes to pretend to sympathize with your BS problems so he or she doesn't really have to put much thought into your friendship. In difficult times, you may find it helpful to call him or her up and ask, "Do I even deserve to breathe air?" A good friend will be there to say, "No, no you do not."

3) Develop cliche relationship with your neighborhood deli employee.

Many unemployed folk will find this tip especially hard because it involves leaving the house. Don't panic; if you have followed step #1, your ankle binding sweats and predictably bad body odor will be a clear indicator to almost all functioning members of society that you are NOT someone who wants to make small talk, give directions, or help them with that nasty tiger bite. Once you have safely made it into your deli, you must make it a point to strike up conversation with the cashier. "Why?", you may ask, since you are a lazy waste of space who doesn't, as previously discussed, deserve to breath (or maybe because things are so hard for you and nothing ever goes your way, it's like there's someone out to get you, etc. etc.) Either way, we know you probably aren't excited about this task, but it is essential. As a member of the unemployed force, you will eventually run out of whatever source income you have been leeching upon so far. And when that happens, you will need to rely on your solid, deep seeded relationship with your neighborhood deli cashier to get you through. If you are able to forge a strong enough bond, he will most likely be lenient when you want "freesies" on your normal diet of pastrami on rye, cheeze puffs, and Red Bull (you don't really need the energy component, you just like the way it tastes, which maybe should have been the first indicator of why you would have difficulty integrating yourself into society.) But, be careful; by "relationship," we don't mean your neighborhood deli worker really should be looked at as a confidant. Never attempt to discuss your job woes or life crises with said person, because guess what? He's WORKING. Like some sort of mythical creature, he gets out of bed in the morning and makes money. What he does have time for is to exchange cliche small talk and good-natured yet somewhat non-sensical banter. A good template for conversation is as follows:

"How's it goin', man?"
"You know how it is."
"Yeah I know. Gotta make the money though. Put it on my tab." (this is humorous, because you are a) at a deli and therefore there is no tab and b) you are unemployed and thus could not pay your tab if it existed)
"OK, will do, boss."

The end.

4) Don't shave. Anywhere, ever. This applies for both males and females. If you must, shave one half of your face and leave the other half with a full beard, then tell others that, in the middle of shaving, you thought, "What's the point?"

5) Prepare to develop an atypical amount of knowledge about reality TV shows. Also, be prepared to fight any glimpses of ambition when, upon watching your twenty-third episode of "The Hills" in a row, you think, "I could do this. I could showcase my stupidity and embarrass myself in front of an entire nation. I should audition." Trust us, you're doing plenty. And you'd look terrible in HD.

Follow these helpful tips and you are sure to find yourself gainfully unemployed for many, many years to come. But remember, let those ankles breath every once and a while! Because your deli buddy is far less likely to help you out with the medical bills for your gout.

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Sometimes, craig's list is too good to be true

Favorite post of the day:

"I buy possesions from people getting divorced (Long Island)

Reply to: sale-672181378@craigslist.org
Date: 2008-05-07, 7:58PM EDT

If your getting a divorce and you are in need of selling your possessions I will buy them from you."

ONLY if you are getting divorced, however!!! I like my possessions to have a fresh coat of pain all over 'em. I'm glad that in the midst of this, the most difficult and heartbreaking time of your life, I can provide you some sort of comfort as I take away the few memories you have left of your failure of a marriage.

TTFN! (That's ta ta for now, you idiot. No wonder your husband left you.)

Sunday, May 4, 2008

So, A Cat Walks Into the (Genius) Bar ...

Today, my cat walked across my keyboard and created a Widget. I repeat, my cat created a Widget by walking across my keyboard. I, a 22 year old university educated female who has the ability to reason and doesn't clean myself with my own tongue (that often), has yet to figure out how she did it, nor how to remove said Widget from my desktop.

I'm starting to think LOLCats is the feline species' first effort towards total domination of the human race. Or, maybe it's just an internet phenomenon with pictures of adorable kittens with idiosyncratic captions written in broken English. Oh yeah, right, it's just that.

Saturday, May 3, 2008

Just Ask the Locals

Something pretty amazing happened to me yesterday and if not for the "Missed Connections" section of craig's list, I wouldn't have known where to go. 100% true, 100% love at first assault:

"I was walking up Bowery at about 2pm on a Friday afternoon -- I didn't know love was headed my way, but you did, and you were. You screamed "Get the fuck outta my way!!!" as you approached me on your bike, which had an extra wheel attached to the handlebars (clever.) Your unkempt, fly-ridden long mane of hair was blowing in the wind, or rather, I imagine it would have been, if not for the layer of crust upon it. And then, just as you got close enough to whisper a sweet nothing into my ear, you reached out with your left hand and punched me. In the head. You punched me in the head, and then continued on your magical journey, still screaming "Get the fuck outta my way!" Well, I just wanted to say thank you, thank you for getting into MY way on that providential afternoon."

click here if you are the man who holds my heart in your tight, closed fist