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Gordon Ramsay’s Porn Dwarf Double Eaten by Badger

September 19, 2011 1 comment

I normally don’t do posts where it’s only a link to a news article.

But this is the best title for a news article ever: http://gawker.com/5839596/gordon-ramsays-porn-dwarf-double-eaten-by-badger

Also, I really wanted to use the tags “Chef Ramsey” “dwarf porn” and “badgers” all the in the same post.

Badgers badgers badgers Badgers badgers badgers

They don’t know yet how the dwarf managed partially eaten in a badger den, but they are not ruling out suicide. Either that, or the badgers are planning a hostile takeover of the porn industry.

Badgers are Wisconsin’s state animal and generally weigh between 15-25 pounds. They can be aggressive, but normally only when provoked or threatened.

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Satire, Gay Barbarians, and Banana Man

This heatwave is making me loopy.  I need to stick my sheets in the freezer and then wrap myself in them while sitting on a block of ice.  I can’t tell the difference between satire and reality–Congress Continues Debate Over Whether Or Not Nation Should Be Economically Ruined

Oh, The Onion, your sanity makes me want to cry sweet tears of confusion.

Mark Morford of SFChronicle has some questions about these so very confusing times in our political climate:

I confess I am not much of a historian. Was there ever another time like this? A more bizarrely unstable, hallucinogenic period in American political and social life? Perhaps back when U.S. senators wore powdered wigs and sat on long, hard benches, hurled stiff profanities at one another, spit into buckets, wrote with quills, beat children in public, stared at the moon and thought it was made of candle wax and cheese curdles and then went into the back room to sexually abuse each other with feather dusters and branding irons?

In other news, here are Gay Barbarians protesting Dr. Marcus Bachmann:

Here’s a cool island song about Banana Man:

New York City Resident Archetypes

I’ve lived in Brooklyn for about six months now.  I moved here from New Jersey and have come to find some recurring motifs in the denizens of this fine City.  Feel free to comment if you have any more.  This archetype list is partially inspired by reddit’s /r/ first world problems.

Overworked Businessperson

Usually seen with the same twisty grimace to their face at all times, you can most often find the overworked businessperson on his or her smart phone talking loudly and not paying attention to where they’re walking.  Whether the intern is running late with the Starbucks or Wall Street is about to have a financial meltdown, it is a tragedy and most certainly their subordinate’s fault.

Their diet includes coffee, file folders, podcast news, and not sleep.

Crazy, Screaming Homeless Dude

Needing to keep a BAC level of crazy in him at all times, the CSHD is the well-known cousin of the sleepy, morose homeless dude.  I don’t know what’s going on in their black trash bags and I don’t want to know.  The CSHD is the most common cause of the comment, “Um, let’s stand on the other side of subway platform.  That side is loud and smells like urine.” Louis CK knows what I’m talking about:

Hipster Trust Fund Faux Adult

This young NYC specimen makes its living off its art sales and the weekly stipend from Mom and Dad.  Sometimes it tries to sit down on the Subway, but the wads of cash in its wallet make an uncomfortable bump in the back pocket of its skinny jeans.

Enjoying pretending to understand politics, the HTFFA likes to associate with liberals but be a fan of Ron Paul at the same time.  This is known as “ironic” and is a comedic trope.  HTFFA often misuse the word “trope” in order to sound cool and educated.  The HTFFA usually has a Bachelor’s degree of some sort but makes a point not to use it for the sake of artistic sacrifice.

Synonyms: Indie Douchebag, Liberal “I went to NYU” Elitist, Pretentious Asshole in Plaid Shirt and Glasses Too Big for his Face.

The Bodega Guy

Do you know his name?  I see him everyday when I buy a soft drink and I don’t.  It’s probably Mohammed Al Assad Ahmadinejad or something like that.  He owns the Bodega Cat, which is really cute.  Though every time I pet it I wonder if it’s had its rabies shot.

Sketchy Rastafarian in the Park and the Friendless Guy who Buys from Him

With roots in hippies and black people, the Sketchy Rastafarian in the Park is the disputed descendent of Bob Marley. He bounces slightly in his gait in a desperate attempt to look casual and has a keen scent for bacon.  His favorite colors include green, red, yellow, and weed.

Desperate enough to pay up to $30 a gram, the Friendless Guy doesn’t have the social networking skills to buy the most common drug from someone who is not a stranger and runs of risk of purchasing what may actually be catnip.

Walk, walk, Fashion Baby

Work it, move that bitch crazy.   And indeed, the Fashion Babies, are most often crazy, overprivileged bitches.  Or the gay guy who has a moving story about having spent his suppressed youth watching Project Runway under the covers at 2 AM.

Found in abundance on Sixth Avenue, Fashion Babies are either students (I resist the urge to use quotation marks here) or wannabe students at the Fashion Institute of Technology.

Fashion is defined as:

A puzzling force, capable of altering minds to find things (such as clothes designs) completely normal at one point in time, where they would be considered completely ridiculous at any other point in time.  Also, completely ignored by engineers.  Fashion is the continuing quest for the next great style. However, there are only four truly great styles, and they simply supersede one another every 6.4 months.  The four great styles are Couture, Glamour, Chic, Stylish and occasionally kittens, in that order.

Out-of-town Tourists

Although confused and appalled by the public transit system, out of town tourists are the natural enemy of walking.  A symbiont with the fanny pack, their fears include baby-snatching, crossing the street, and 9/11.

Not included in this list were the cast of Jersey Shore and Long Islanders.

Emu versus Ostrich

As with my Gopher versus Groundhog post, I would like to clarify that I do not endorse underground emu/ostrich fighting rings.

I was at the Prospect Park zoo in Brooklyn, and there was some funny-lookin’ bird looking at me. I wasn’t sure it was an emu or an ostrich, so I did some research.

The verdict:  due to its blue head, I declare it an emu.

Emus are native to Australia. Ostriches are native to Africa. Ostriches are larger, up to 2.75 meters tall and up to 340 pounds. By contrasts, emus are about 2 meters tall and 120 pounds. Ostriches are the fastest running bird with top land speeds of 60.6 mph. Emus can run half that speed. Ostriches have two toes; emus have three.

Emus are darker in general, with dark brown, gray, and fine black feathers. During mating season, the skin on both male and female emu necks will turn blue. Ostriches have a thicker plumage with white heads. With emus the female attracts the male, but with ostriches the male pursues the female.

Who would win in a fight? Probably the ostrich.

Here’s a video of two ostriches fighting in the wild: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L0HkAIyZRn8

Here is a video of an emu being creepy: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CO8u1hSmuWc

But the emus got one cool thing over the ostriches. This is an emu egg:

It’s all green and oblong and cool-looking! Ostrich eggs just look like giant chicken eggs, but this thing looks like fell out of a dinosaur. All around, I’d say the emu gets points for being weirder.

Bad day song by Ze Frank

I normally reserve this type of stuff for my tumblr, but I’ll make an exception for Ze because he’s awesome.  Also bandcamp has a specific embed code for wordpress and that’s also awesome.

“Today can go fuck a diseased donkey.”  Take that, day.

Best song for a bad day since Ze Franks social following remixed Whip Somebody’s Ass.

He also has a book based on his Young Me, Now Me project that’s available for pre-order on Amazon.  And dear boyfriend, if you’re reading this, it is on my amazon wishlist and will come out shortly before my birthday.

Werner Herzog Reads Where’s Waldo: transcript

February 3, 2011 2 comments

I couldn’t find a full transcription anywhere, so I did it myself.

Hello, blog. I missed you.  I’ll do followups to my NIA article and start commenting on current events sometime soon.

In the meantime, enjoy some existential loneliness with a throwback to our childhoods:

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Werner Herzog voiceover:

Where’s Waldo

Where to begin? [Sigh] Top left corner.  Hidden somewhere in this noisy, chaotic morass of society is our fellow traveler—Waldo—a man unstuck from place and time, he travels the world on foot.  His only lifeline to his friends and family, a litany of dreary picture postcards sent from arbitrary locations the world over.  His postcards do nothing to convey the humanity, the madness of Waldo’s adventures.   For that, we must go find him.

Waldo leaves trinkets scattered behind him, shedding a wake of objects as he goes. What story do these leavings tell?  They are a series of transmissions from the past sent in a code we cannot decipher.   Is that a scroll or merely a rolled up towel?  After trying so hard to find the scroll, are we sure we can handle the real answer?

Occasionally, Waldo is all but impossible to ferret out.  Sometimes, it seems like he’s barely trying.   At the ski slopes, I find him almost immediately.   At the sea, I hunt until I am mad, and yet Waldo does not real himself to me.  Oh, there he is.  Hello my little friend.

Wait a moment.  Who is that man with a beard?  I have seen him before.  Is he pursuing Waldo from place to place, country to country?  Someone must warn our hero.  What is everyone so occupied with at the airport that they miss the man of the hour right before them.  Perhaps they are experiencing a collective nightmare of impending disaster.

Who is Waldo’s pursuer meeting with at the museum?  If only I could warn Waldo of this conspiracy.  His naiveté will be his undoing, as it will be for each of us in turn.

Why all this traveling?  We search for Waldo, but what is Waldo searching for? Perhaps he is not searching at all but running from something.  Does this man even want to be found?  Or in searching for Waldo, did we really find ourselves?

No.  Probably not.

I Love U2

August 16, 2010 1 comment

On a sidenote:  Dear GIMP, I know you’re open-source which is sick, and you probably can do 90% of what Photoshop can, but you are just SO not user friendly.  Why do I need separate tools just to resize my selection?   I miss the simplicity of right-clicking.  And all this floating layer shit when I copy and paste and trying to figure out how to turn it off is annoying.  I need to pirate me some CS for Mac.