Archive for September, 2006

I had a symptom that I'll call a small heart attack.

Posted in Conclusive Proof That People Are Stupid on September 28, 2006 by themaroon

I was in Sam’s Club yesterday and I overheard a snippet of conversation in the cleaning supplies aisle that blew my mind. It was one man, maybe 50 or so years old, talking to another, and out of his mouth came “I had a symptom that I’ll call a small heart attack.”

Take a moment to digest that. “I had a symptom that I’ll call a small heart attack.” What could it possibly mean? I’m pretty sure I should be able to come up with dozens of jokes about that one but I’m still too stunned by its stupidity. It’s up there with Lewis Black’s infamous “if it wasn’t for my horse I wouldn’t have spent that year in college.”

What’s the weirdest dismembered sentence you’ve ever heard uttered?

Family Guy Quote Of The Day

Posted in TV, Movies, Music, and Why They All Suck on September 26, 2006 by themaroon

Peter: Who’s sober enough to drive? Uh, ok, who’s drunk but that special kind of drunk where you’re a better driver because you know you’re drunk? You know, the kind of drunk where you probably shouldn’t drive but ya do anyway because… I mean, you gotta get your car home. Right? I mean, I mean, what do they expect me to do? Take a bus? Is… is that what they want? For me to take a bus? Well screw that. You take a bus.

Cleveland: I’m that kind of drunk.

Peter: Shotgun!

Rachael Ray

Posted in TV, Movies, Music, and Why They All Suck on September 25, 2006 by themaroon

I was flipping through channels today and stopped on the Food Network when I saw Rachael Ray. Is it me or is she terrifying? I don’t know what it is about her, but something in her facial features wakes me up in the middle of the night screaming. She looks like a slightly thinner version of the evil reptile in the movie Carnosaur.

And I can’t stand the way she over-emotes everything. It’s like watching a bad high school play. She’s waving her arms around and yelling “and then we put the bacon in the oven.” Really lady, calm down. It’s just food. And not even good food.

Also the meals she makes are ridiculous. Today’s was, and I kid you not, burgers, hot dogs, and French fries. And not homemade fries either, the frozen ones from the bag that cost you $2. That was on TV. Seriously. It doesn’t seem like airing that episode could possible be a good idea. Anyone who really needs to see that one demonstrated probably shouldn’t be playing with hot ovens.

And what’s next for her after hot dogs and frozen French fries? How do you follow that one up? An hour long special about how to bake Stouffer’s lasagna? Or maybe a quick segment about Kraft Macaroni and Cheese? Her show shouldn’t be called “30 Minute Meals”, it should be called “If You Can’t Already Do This Stuff On Your Own You Should Wear A Helmet To Bed”.

The best part of the entire show was the commercial break. I almost fell out of my sofa laughing when an advertisement for Lexus came on. I’m pretty sure anybody who needs help making hotdogs isn’t in the market for a luxury car. Those ad spots would probably better serve corporations like Kia and Tag Body Spray.

Why Guys Like Sports

Posted in Me Thinking So You Don't Have To on September 22, 2006 by themaroon

I wrote earlier about my experience rooting for a football game. The neatest thing about that was actually understanding how most people feel when they watch sports. I was cheering whenever my team scored and cursing when they turned the ball over just like a regular American! I’m sure it’s the closest I’ll ever come to being one.

Fortunately for me my team won so I was happy. And then I realized that that is how it is for Joe Sixpack. Every game is the same to him as they are to me when I have money riding on it. My friend Keith, the biggest football fan I know, even independently said the same thing two days later when I was making fun of him for going to a high school football game.

For further reinforcement of that theory I was listening to a terrible afternoon drive time radio show on a Cleveland radio station (Opie and Anthony were on break) and one announcer bet the other $20 that the Ravens would beat the Browns and afterwards said “I hope I lose.” He was making the bet knowing it to be favorable but actually would rather lose $20 than see his team defeated. That I just can’t comprehend.

I really don’t get how people can be more excited about a team that they have no vested interest in than they are about money, even a small amount like $20. They don’t own a percentage of the Browns. They don’t know anybody who does. They have probably never met anyone who plays for them, other than maybe at an autograph signing at a supermarket. There is no tangible way in which the Browns winning or losing has any effect whatsoever on their lives. Twenty bucks might not make you rich, but people kill for amounts less than that all of the time. It’s not insignificant to most.

Moreover, why the Browns? Just because they are the nearest team? What does that matter? The people who own the Browns aren’t from Cleveland. Almost none of the people who play for them are either. There’s nothing Cleveland about that team other than the location of their sparsely-attended stadium and the fact that they are perennial losers.

Why is it that people use geography to choose their favorite sports teams but not other things? If I told someone that I like Pepsi better than Coke because Purchase, NY is closer to me than Atlanta they’d think I was nuts. But if I say that I like the Cavaliers better than the Lakers because Cleveland is closer to Akron than Los Angeles it would be taken as a matter of course.

I realize it’s largely just a meme. Browns worship is passed down from generation to generation, just like religion, racism, or the inability to correctly pronounce the word “nuclear”. Somewhere along the line somebody who had nothing at all going on in his life decided he was going to pretend as if he had $20 riding on the outcome of every Browns game just to give himself something to hope for, and everyone in northeast Ohio has been a Browns fan ever since. Except me.

Personally I have more stuff in my life that actually does matter than I can keep track of as it is, I have no need to invent others. I have multiple business ventures, all of which cause my fortunes to ebb and flow. I have dozens of people that I care about who all have their own lives for me to cheer for. There’s war, poverty, pestilence, and plague out there in the world causing those suffering from them to do things like crash planes into buildings. That affects me directly (if only by justifying a war that wastes my tax dollars and making me unable to fly carry-on) and indirectly through the people in my life.

And if, for some reason, that is ever not enough for me I’ll just buy some shares of a mutual fund and then I’ll have hundreds of corporations to root for. For less than the cost of one ticket to a Browns game I can own a fraction of hundreds of teams, each of whose successes will have a measurable (albeit very small) impact on my financial health.

And even if a brick does fall on my head and knocks a love of football into me, I’ll choose a team other than Cleveland. I’d pick my team the same way I picked my car, by going with someone committed to excellence. Choosing to like the Browns is the same as telling someone who offered to give you, for free, any car you want that you’d like a Kia Sedona. And only a nutball would do that.

Bad At English

Posted in Illiterature, Pointless Words of Wisdom on September 20, 2006 by themaroon

I just read 1984 about a week ago. Actually I should say I listened to it, since I got it as an audio book. Nothing makes a long drive go faster than some great literature.

I chose it mainly because I was tired of constantly seeing allusions to a book I hadn’t read. How often do you see the word Orwellian these days? Or hear the phrase Big Brother? If you read the news, especially in the Bush era, the answer is quite a bit. I really can’t think of any work of literature more often cited than that one. How many authors have had their name turned into an adjective? Dickens and Orwell are the only two I can think of that you commonly see used in America, and it’s been a while since I’ve seen “Dickensian” outside my word of the day RSS feed.

So even though I knew enough about the book to know what the allusions meant, I had to see what all of the commotion was about, so I downloaded it and burned it to a CD. After reading it I started to wonder how I had avoided it for so long when everyone else I know read it in high school. And then I remembered why.

When I was a kid my teachers somehow decided that I was very good at math but “bad at English”. Thinking about it now I don’t know how they came to that conclusion. I was reading books that other kids 3 or 4 years older than me weren’t even able to. I got Oliver Twist from the library and read it (and liked it quite a bit) while the kids who were supposedly “good at English” were reading The Celery Stalks at Midnight. I, who was allegedly “bad at English” was reading about the oppression of the poor in the Victorian era while the “good at English” kids were reading about vampire rabbits that drain all of the juice out of whatever vegetables happen to be in the fridge.

I remember getting that book from the library just to see what was so hard to understand about it. I fully expected it to be too hard for me to read, since my teachers apparently thought it was. Needless to say I found that I could have read that book in kindergarten (though I still thought it was good and would recommend it for children). I think that was when my lifelong disillusionment with the American public education system began.

The only thing I can think of that might have given them the idea that I wasn’t light years beyond all of the other kids in my class (despite standardized test scores, which claimed that I was better at everything than everyone in my class. If I remember correctly after one of them in either first or second grade my mom was brought in and they discussed me skipping a grade, and for some reason I was against it and chose not to) was my atrocious handwriting. I really can’t think of anything else. My handwriting has always been and will always be abominable, and maybe most kids who have handwriting like mine do so because they are “bad at English” so the teachers just assumed that to be true of me too.

And, in all fairness, I was a terrible student, so I didn’t do much to change their minds. I didn’t really care. School was always tremendously boring for me. It wasn’t a challenge, and I could only rarely see the point of learning the things I was supposed to. Hell, looking back on it now I still can’t see the point of almost any of it. Most of it was either indoctrination into some strange jingoistic American world view or simply rote memorization of stuff that didn’t interest me and didn’t appear to be of any use to me later in life. While I obviously had no idea that one day I’d be able to pick up my cell phone and search on Google for anything I could possibly want to know, I did know that I could find it somehow so I didn’t really stress myself over it. I figured that if I ever really needed to know who the emperor of the Ottoman Empire was in the year 1453 I’d just go to the library and look it up.

I liked the stuff that wasn’t just memorization, like math and science, but even then homework bored me to no end. I always felt like it was busy work. I’d read the chapter on whatever the task at hand was, do a homework problem to see how to apply it, and then had to do 20 more problems that were basically identical. I know now that for some kids that was helpful, but for me it wasn’t and it bored me beyond measure. I wasn’t conscious enough of the difference between me and the rest of the kids to understand that they learned much more slowly than I did and repetition therefore helped them, whereas I pretty much knew everything right away. Once someone told me how to multiply two fractions together I knew it and didn’t even need to do it once, let alone 20 times, to have it figured out.

So I viewed my teachers as sadists who gave me busy work only to keep me from spending my time on something fun. Sometimes I suspected they were paid to do this by our parents, who just wanted some time away from us. So once I discovered how the grading system worked I realized that in most classes I could skip all of the boring stuff completely, get A’s on all of my tests without ever even studying, and still get a B in the class. That put me ahead of most people in terms of GPA, and I knew of no prize for doing any better so it seemed good enough for me.

So, with our public school system being what it is, someone somewhere wrote on a little yellow sheet of paper that I was “bad at English” and that little yellow sheet followed me all the way to high school. There we had three tracks, Advanced Placement/Honors, College Placement, and Idiot. I was put in the AP/H track for math but because of whatever was written on my little yellow sheet I was placed in the CP track for English and Literature classes. Eventually (I think at the very beginning of my junior year) a teacher said “you’re in the wrong class” and up I went, to finish out my high school career in the AP track.

Of course by the time I got there the kids who were “good at English” had already read 1984 while the kids who were “bad at English” were just about to so I missed out on it and some other books. I don’t remember the others exactly, but I know that Fahrenheit 451 and The Scarlett Letter were among them. And that’s how I found myself a 26 year old who had never read 1984.

I wish now there was some way to find out whatever became of all of the “good at English” kids from my elementary and middle school. I wonder how many of them are published authors? I’m going to just go ahead and guess zero. And I’m also going to guess that if I were to check again in twenty years the number would be the same.

Also I wonder where the teachers who lumped me in that category are. I’d guess the older ones are probably gone, and the younger ones are still teaching kids how the Pilgrims landed on Plymouth rock and had big happy feasts with the Indians while writing “bad at English” on their little yellow sheet.

Papal Infallability

Posted in Are Religious People Stupid? on September 17, 2006 by themaroon

You have to give it to Muslims, they sure are good for a laugh. The pope quoted someone who said that they are “evil and inhuman” so what did they do in response? They firebombed some churches. So now they’re evil, inhuman, and ironic.

The Question On Which I Am An Expert

Posted in Are Religious People Stupid? on September 15, 2006 by themaroon

As the internet’s (and therefore the world’s) foremost expert on whether or not religious people are stupid I bring you this video from YouTube:

My favorite quote: “Old Sodom had their blaspheming comics like John Stewart and Stephen Colbert”. I never knew that comedians existed that long ago. I wonder what these Paleolithic talk show personalities did 4,000 years before the invention of the television. Did the Colbert-like caveman give a tip of the hat or a wag of the finger to whoever invented the wheel? Did he put fire on notice? Did he have a segment “Better know a tribal territory”?

For even more hilarity from Phelps check out his website, godhatesfags.com (I couldn’t make this up if I tried folks) where he ties 9/11, Hurricane Katrina, and the Asian tsunami of 2004 to homosexuals. What could answer the question “are religious people stupid?” better than someone using quotes from the Old Testament (which, as Lewis Black would say, was written four thousand years ago when the only difference between a human and a chimpanzee was ten hairs) to prove that everything bad in this world is the result of gay pride parades? Nothing.

Also please note that I have now added the category “Are Religious People Stupid?” so those of you Googlers who land here can skip directly to my area of expertise.

The Answer: Usually

Posted in Stupid Shit I Found On The Web on September 14, 2006 by themaroon

Do a Google search for the question “are religious people stupid” and look at who is number 1. It brings me great joy to think that I am now the internet’s foremost expert on whether or not religious people are stupid.

I’m also number one for the term “stupid shit on the web”. I smell a theme. Other terms that bring people here are “jared leto”, “brick mailbox”, “absence of proof is not proof of absence meaning” (I’m guessing whoever had to use Google to figure out the meaning of that popular phrase is religious) and “lexus salesman”.

Hippies vs. Reality

Posted in Me Thinking So You Don't Have To on September 13, 2006 by themaroon

One new buzz-phrase that I absolutely love is “living wage”. I love it because it’s an easy way to spot hippies. You just listen for that term and Wal-Mart in the same sentence and you know you’ve found one. Of course, if you’re talking to them in person you should know it long before they open their mouth (unless you’re both blind and anosmic) but it’s often useful when listening to NPR or reading blogs. You know immediately that you’re dealing with someone with almost no useful perspective on the world and should discount just about everything they say.

For some reason a lot of people seem to think that everyone deserves a $40,000 per year salary just because they exist, and that any corporation not willing to pay said amount to its employees is unjust. Fortunately just a little bit of thought will quickly show why it is actually impossible for everyone to earn a “living wage”. I’ll save the discussion over whether or not everyone deserves such a salary for another day and for today stick to showing why it isn’t really possible.

First of all we have to realize that labor is a product, and like all products its value is subject to the laws of supply and demand. Skilled labor is less common than unskilled labor and therefore more valuable. That’s why lawyers make more than plumbers, who in turn make more than cashiers. Anybody can be a cashier, it takes less than a day of training and even a person of below-average intelligence can manage it. Plumbing, while not brain surgery, takes significantly more skill and training than running a register, and becoming a lawyer takes many years of training and is beyond many people’s intellectual capacity. If being a lawyer required only a day of training and an IQ score in the eighties they wouldn’t make six figures, they’d make $7.50 an hour. And if becoming a cashier at Wal-Mart took six years of schooling and tens of thousands of tuition dollars they’d start off at $75k per year.

I think that that is evident to everyone. What isn’t evident at first glance is the fact that it’s impossible, under our current economic system, to simply pay everyone a living wage. I’ll illustrate that by using 5 different occupations, cashier, plumber, accountant, programmer, and lawyer. We’ll assume that typical starting salaries for those professions (I’m just making these up for the purpose of illustration) are $15k, $30k, $45k, $60k, and $75k respectively. We’ll also say that they require 0, 2, 4, 6, and 8 years of training (completely ignoring tuition costs).

So let’s say that we change the minimum wage to $15 per hour, which works out to roughly $30,000 per year for a full time employee. Now all cashiers make $30k per year. What would happen to plumbers? Becoming a plumber takes two years and is certainly far harder than getting a job at Wal-Mart, so the supply of plumbers would quickly dwindle. I’m sure some people would still learn to plumb just because they think they’d like it better, but most people aren’t going to spend that time and money training for no financial benefit. Plumbers would become scarce, supply shrinks, demand stays the same, and as such they would begin to demand higher salaries which people would be forced to pay because we can’t survive without plumbers.

Soon plumbers would be making $60k per year. Remember, the laws of supply and demand have already shown us that plumbers will make double what cashiers do, that doesn’t change just because you increase cashier salaries. So what happens to accountants, who used to make $45k per year? I’ve met a lot of accountants and none of them enjoyed the job very much. And almost nobody is going to deal with four years of college to make the same amount of money they could after two years of training to be a plumber, let alone $15k per year less. So now all of the people who would have become accountants take jobs like plumbing because they are easier to get into and pay more. Soon we’d have a shortage of accountants, and we can’t get along without them any more than we could without plumbers. We’d soon find accountants making $90k per year. (I have a lot of friends who will read that and get excited. Bear with me while I explain why it wouldn’t really help.).

Now all of a sudden people who were considering 6 years of school/training to be a programmer start switching their majors to accounting, causing a programmer shortage, ramping their salaries up to $120k. Law students say “screw law school, I can make the same amount programming with a lot less work” and suddenly we have an attorney shortage. Now lawyers make $180k. And so on and so forth all the way up the tree, until everyone was making exactly twice what they used to.

But then everyone has to pay twice as much for their groceries (Wal-Mart has to almost double their prices to pay their cashiers $30k per year), twice as much to get their pipes fixed, twice as much to get their taxes done, or twice as much to use TurboTax (since the programmers that wrote it cost twice as much), and twice as much to sue for custody of their children. Everyone is paying twice as much in taxes (assuming brackets adjust accordingly, if not they’re paying more), but that’s good because it now costs twice as much to build roads, staff schools, and staff the BMV with lazy employees who make me wait in line for two hours just to renew my license just because they have a cushy government job and due to lack of competition realize they won’t get fired. So everybody makes more money but everybody pays more for everything too. And where do we all end up? Right back where we started.

Now people who make $30k per year can’t afford to raise a family of four. We all make exactly twice as much as we used to, but now money is worth half of what it was. We’re all in the exact same situation. All we’ve done is create a brief period of rapid inflation, which economists all seem to agree is bad idea. And once again hippies will complain that Wal-Mart employees don’t earn a living wage.

I’m obviously oversimplifying by quite a bit here, and I’m certainly no economist. There would be a number of side-effects (your life savings are now worth half as much, foreign labor, which probably hasn’t gone up in price, would be even more sought after, etc.) that I couldn’t predict. This is more of a Scott Adams-like thought experiment than anything else. But the point is that in a capitalist economy it’s more or less impossible for everyone to earn a “living wage” simply because if everyone could provide a service worth one they already would, they’d be paid accordingly, and hippies wouldn’t be singing kumbaya in Home Depot parking lots.

My other complaint with hippies on this subject is that they seem to have forgotten what life was like for retail employees before Wal-Mart and other large retailers. If you think living off of $7.50/hr is hard, try living off of the $5.25 those mom and pop stores pay. Wal-Mart’s devotion to cost cutting has enabled them to both charge less for products and pay their employees more. They provide health benefits to some employees, those nickel and dime stores usually don’t provide them at all. Also try doing your shopping at Mom and Pop’s where products often cost 50-100% more. Good luck working at the corner store and raising a family.

Personally I hate shopping at Wal-Mart. I’ll go pretty far out of my way just to get to a Target. The lines aren’t as long, the people aren’t as dumpy, and the stores look a hell of a lot nicer, plus they often have nicer stuff. But as a corporation Wal-Mart has done more to improve the quality of life for the middle and lower classes in America than possibly anyone else in our history. They’ve created jobs in both retail and manufacturing, both at home and overseas. They’ve drastically lowered the cost of living. And they’ve given me a place to pick up Excederin at 3 a.m. All of those seem like good things to me. I’ll take them over those patchouli smelling bums any day.

Want To Have Some Fun?

Posted in Dialogue on September 9, 2006 by themaroon

I had an interesting experience at a bar in Atlantic City Thursday. It happened while I was watching the Steelers game that I had accidentally bet on at Wolfgang Puck Bar & Grille in the Borgata. I was at a corner seat, and there was another guy at the adjacent corner seat, though the bar has somewhat of an odd layout so we were a good distance away from each other. We were watching the game when a not-very-attractive girl, probably in her mid twenties, came up and stood in between us. I was so excited about the game (or nervous about my inadvertent wager, however you choose to look at it) that I wouldn’t have noticed her except she started coughing. I don’t mean “swallowed a little Pepsi down the wrong tube” coughing, I mean “get this girl to a hospital right away” coughing.

She just stood there for a minute or two, seemingly making a concerted effort to expel a lung. I was thinking “what’s a polite way to ask her to go somewhere else?” Or, alternately, “I wonder where I can I buy a surgical mask in Atlantic City at 10 p.m.” I couldn’t come up with any answer to either of those so instead I just said “are you alright?” She said she had just swallowed some Pepsi down the wrong tube, but I had already eliminated that from my mental list of her possible ailments so I knew she was lying. Luckily, though, she seemed to get my hint that whatever was wrong with her, I’d rather not catch it, and she sauntered out of the restaurant. The guy on the other corner and I exchanged “thank God” looks and went back to our game. That was all shortly after half time.

In the middle of the fourth quarter I was watching the game and suddenly heard a loud coughing noise approaching. Sigh. She took the corner seat that the guy I was talking to had vacated. She actually stopped hacking and wheezing for just long enough to ask me questions. “Where are you from? What do you do?” The usual crap people ask people at bars. I just gave her one word answers, trying to show my extreme disinterest and simultaneously pretend to be enraptured by yet another cheesy beer commercial. I gave an Oscar-caliber performance, all the while wondering whether she was a working girl or just annoying. She quickly answered that question by asking two of her own. “So, do you have a room here? Want to have some fun?”

That’s when it occurred to me that she needs some serious marketing help. I mean, I don’t know much about that industry, but I have to imagine that the whole “I may or may not have SARS” routine isn’t going to increase her sales figures and boost her bottom line. I guess the people in her target demographic are probably not very selective, but I have to think that even they would have to have a thought along the lines of “I bet somewhere in this city is a prostitute I can buy that doesn’t have the whooping cough.” I know some people who are into that sort of thing, and next time I see one I’ll be sure to ask whether or not severe respiratory illness is a turn-on, but I think the smart money is on no.

Also she needs a better lead-in than “want to have some fun?” Everybody always wants to have some fun, though maybe not the type she was referring to. But even the people who do probably don’t want it enough to risk contracting the plague. I don’t think anybody’s idea of fun is a cheap hooker followed by a week of coughing up blood. Well, I’m sure that probably is somebody’s exact idea of fun, but that has to be extremely rare.

Obviously I didn’t have the heart to tell her that she’s probably the least appealing whore in Atlantic City, a place known around the world for unappealing whores, so I just said “no thanks” and went back to ignoring her. I don’t give away advice like that for free anyway, and as far as I know call girls don’t have affiliate programs. They should take a page from amazon.com and institute that. And all of the hip-hop songs I’ve heard on the topic (all three of them) seem to suggest that pimpin’ ain’t easy, so I just take their word for it and leave tuberculosis-ridden hookers to their own devices.

Luckily the Steelers won and I haven’t developed any unusual symptoms, so if whatever she had was airborne I probably avoided it. But I know if I start coughing any time soon I’m immediately putting myself into quarantine and calling the CDC. The way I’m running lately I figure there’s a 50/50 chance of going down in the history books as the only person to ever contract a fatal illness from a hooker he didn’t even touch.