Tuesday, December 29, 2009

TSA's New Security Guidelines Make Us All Safer

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On Dec. 25, 2009 (a date that was of apparent significance to a few billion people around the world), a Nigerian national, evidently trained in London by Al Qaeda operatives and who had travelled from Yemen, boarded Northwest Airlines Flight 253 in Amsterdam, set off a device over U.S. airspace while the plane was en route to Detroit, and was subdued by passengers and crew, who clearly had paid attention to the well-worded Homeland Security warnings on buses and subways about being alert to suspicious behavior.

As a result of this incident, the Transportation Security Administration ("TSA"), has worked with airline and law enforcement authorities, as well as federal, state, local, and international partners to put additional security measures in place to ensure aviation security remains robust. Passengers traveling domestically and internationally to and from U.S. destinations may notice additional screening measures, as follows:

1. Passengers traveling on international flights should plan to arrive at the airport at least 2 days prior to their scheduled departure time. Passengers should bring cots on wheels so that they can make slow, but steady progress sleep-wheeling themselves through the security lines.

2. No cots (with or without wheels) will be allowed through the security checkpoint. Passengers will have to surrender these items to the screeners.

3. Passengers unable to arrive at the airport at least 2 days prior to their scheduled departure time should plan to arrive at least 3 days prior to their scheduled departure time.

4. Passengers will no longer be allowed to tape explosives to their legs or stuff them in their underwear because of the lack of equipment or competent screeners at the Amsterdam airport to detect such items.

5. While passengers will still be allowed to bring liquids on board, each passenger will be limited to a quarter of an ounce of liquid or approximately one eyedropper-full per liquid. Additionally, the following liquids are now prohibited on all flights: vinegar, boiled-down bullion cubes, anything pumpkin-flavored, and the gel that gefilte fish floats in in glass jars.

6. Passengers will no longer be able to board aircraft wearing pants or shoes.

7. While on board the aircraft, passengers may not look to the right nor to the left, but must stare straight ahead for the duration of the flight.

8. Passengers must not speak. (Passengers may hum quietly to themselves, but not the theme from "Riverdance" or anything by Neil Diamond).

9. Only one out of 5 passengers (those seated in the aft [poop deck] section of the plane, will be allowed to use the lavatories. [These restrictions will not apply to First Class passengers, where one out of two will be allowed to use the lavatories].

10. No passenger will be permitted to remain in the lavatory longer than 3 minutes. Lavatory monitors will be stationed throughout the aircraft to enforce these rules. They will be easily identified by their uniforms of wife-beater t-shirts and 3-day growths of beard. At the 2 minute, 30 mark, the lavatory monitors will pound on the doors and shout: "Are you writing a novel in there?"

11. Airlines will still serve beverages on flight, but each passenger will be limited to an eye-dropper-size beverage. Moxie will no longer be permitted on trans-Atlantic flights (except for those originating in Maine).

12. Passengers will be limited to one carry-on item -- no exceptions. The carry-on item must fit securely inside the earlobe of a six-day old child. Items exceeding this size requirement will be routed to other destinations as far away from the passenger's final destination as is possible.

13. Use of electronic items on board, such as blenders, paper shredders, and hedge clippers, will not be allowed.

14. Passengers will no longer be able to recline in their seats, as doing so may interfere with their ability to stare straight ahead, which FAA directive goes into effect immediately.

15. No sleeping will be allowed on any flight. Consequently, passengers will no longer be able to use pillows or blankets on board. While seated, passengers must keep their hands folded neatly in their lap.

There will be some inconvenience as these measures are implemented. The TSA expects that the flying public understands that these rules are necessary to protect them and to safeguard their civil rights and liberties. The TSA and the Department of Homeland Security are confident that these new safeguards will prevent the types of incidents such as that which occurred on December 25, 2009. While that episode revealed an obvious crack in the system, it can never recur now that no one can bring saline solution on board an airplane (even if, as Homeland Security Director Janet Napolitano cleverly pointed out -- they are on a terrorism watch list, purchase a one-way ticket with cash and check no luggage). Moreover, the U.S. State Department has directed all embassy and consular staff around the world to transmit the news to Washington within 3 months of learning from a person's parents that their son is a Jihadist bent on wreaking as much havoc as possible.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Websites So Hot, You'll Need an Oven Mit

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Fresh Step Kitty Litter

http://www.freshstep.com/faq.php

Has an extensive FAQ section and a photo of a kitty looking guilty.

Glad ForceFlex® (garbage bags)

http://www.glad.com/trashbags/forceflex.php?utm_source=google&utm_medium=cpc&utm_term=glad+garbage+bags&utm_campaign=SEM-NonBrand

Printable $1.00 off coupon (one of the best in the industry) plus "Fun and Games" and a "Media Room."

Roto Rooter

http://www.rotorooter.com/

Testimonials, a newsletter, and so much more! You can choose "Jingle On" or "Jingle Off." When I'm watching my favorite shows, I choose "jingle off," but at other times, I really crank up the volume. I like to play it over and over. "Away go troubles down the drain!" Now available as a dance mix!

Dr. Scholl's® Freeze Away®

http://www.drscholls.com/drscholls/freezeawaygateway/index.jsp?utm_source=google&utm_medium=cpc&utm_term=wart%2Bremover&utm_campaign=treatments&gclid=CISNi6zR954CFZAN5Qod9mYjZw

The truth: Warts 'n all! (Contains an exciting video!). Look closely at the bottom of the page; here's the payoff: "The graphics depicted herein constitute trademarks of Schering Corporation." You'll never hear a line like that in a Bogart movie, that's for sure!

Ex-Lax

http://www.ex-lax.com/

Let the good times roll! Has an excellent legal disclaimer, a site map, and a guarantee. Sadly, not yet available en Español.

Tide: Find a Stain Solution

http://www.tide.com/en-US/stains/top-stains.jspx?utm_source=google&utm_medium=cpc&utm_term=stain%2Bremovers&utm_campaign=Category_(Stain)%2BStain%2BTypes%2B&gclid=CODnif3V954CFU1M5Qod1XNWLA

In a creative reworking of the "Ten Plagues" from the the Passover Haggadah, (the Tide® version -- not to be confused with the Maxwell House Coffee version), we learn all about not just blood, but also, sweat, ink, lipstick, dirt, ketchup, salsa, wax, fruit juice, and grass. Cattle disease, vermin, and boils are strangely absent, but, the time honored "poop" is there in all its splendor. Be sure to participate in the survey.

Lipitor

http://www.lipitor.com/about-lipitor/benefits.aspx?source=google&HBX_PK=s_lipitor&HBX_OU=50&o=23127370|166376222|0

In the dark days, before cholesterol was invented, there was a dearth of Internet singsong that reminded us: "Common side effects are diarrhea, upset stomach, muscle and joint pain, and changes in some blood tests." In the annals of artery-flushing, this was one of the first, and it's still among the best. The site includes the random: LPU01292L1 in the bottom right of the home page. It is believed that no other site contains this mysterious combination.

d-Con

http://www.d-conproducts.com/diagnose.html

Talk about Rodents 101! Here, you'll learn all about droppings, footprints, gnawing, rubmarks, unusual pet activity, sounds, and burrows or nests. If the silhouettes of rat shit don't set you up for a pleasant night's sleep, the sounds of mice chewing through the wiring in the walls probably will.

Arm and Hammer

http://www.armhammer.com/

The best thing about this site is the animation of food rotting in the refrigerator replete with rising smell vapors. That's right, you can simultaneously smell AND see the decomposition. Why wasn't this mentioned in "An Inconvenient Truth"? Probably an oversight. Please be sure to visit A&H's User Agreement. And tell 'em I sent you.

The CBO (The Congressional Budget Office)

http://www.cbo.gov/

Who doesn't get all hot and bothered by a dynamic bar graph? But wait, there's more: With features like: "Percentage of Estates That Have Been Taxable, 1943 to 2006," "Correction Regarding the Longer-Term Effects of the Manager's Amendment to the Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act," and "An Analysis of the President's Budgetary Proposals for Fiscal Year 2010," you'll never troll the Web for porn again.

524 CMR: Board of Elevator Regulations

http://www.lawlib.state.ma.us/source/mass/cmr/524cmr.html

Nothing will make you long for the Website of the Congressional Budget Office quite like this subdivision of the Code of Massachusetts Regulations. Protective eyeware recommended. Although the CMRs do have a search facility, no amount of finagling will return the result: Lady Gaga.

The Broken Door Stop Blog

http://www.thebrokendoorstopblogspot.biz

Still under construction, but looking forward to the competition. Bring it on.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

MOST NOTABLE MOMENTS OF THE LAST TEN MINUTES

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Year-end reviews are hackneyed. Thus, a somewhat less ambitious look back:

9:45 P.M.: The Anti-Defamation League telephones for its annual shakedown. I wouldn't have answered the phone, but they bypass my usual screening methods by using a fake caller I.D. The fundraiser laughs off my outrage by guilt-tripping me into a commitment for $180. "Don't worry, we're not going to let you off the hook and we'll always know how to find you," she threatens.

9:46 P.M.: During the time I am distracted by my Herculean efforts to get the A.D.L. off the phone, a pot of chicken soup boils over and short circuits a burner on the stove.

9:47 P.M.: The smoke alarm goes off.

9:49 P.M.: Jamming a burnt chicken bone down the garbage disposal turns out to be a-less-than-optimal method of disposing of it.

9:50 P.M.: Despite 4 cans of food piled up in his dish, the cat won't shut up. I put him out.

9:51 P.M.: The smoke alarm is still going off. In search of a hammer, I pull a drawer all the way out and it crashes to the floor revealing a long-lost and highly-treasured Chinese/Lichtensteinian (but mostly Chinese) take-out menu, and also the hammer. Cutting corners by throwing the hammer at the smoke detector instead of standing on a chair to reach it has a predictable result, but I'm pretty a sure a competent person can repair the dent in the ceiling. The vase, however is a goner.

9:52 P.M.: The cat, who obviously never really wanted to go out, is on the patio peering in with his face pressed pathetically against the sliding glass door. I can't hear him, but I can see his silent desperate meows; he is crying frantically, demanding to be readmitted. I open the door and he starts to enter, but is stunned by the piercing shriek of the smoke alarm. He pauses on the threshhold unable to make up his mind. Because it is freezing, I demand that he make a decision, which he refuses to do, so I nudge him with my foot. Naturally, he isn't quick enough, and I close the door on his tail.

9:53 P.M.: The phone rings. It's the Policeman's Benevolent Association reminding me that the pledge I made 9 months ago remains unfunded. So taken aback by the insulting tone of the recorded message, I almost don't notice that the Policeman's Benevolent Association has also resorted to using a fake caller I.D. The cat breaks free.

9:54 P.M.: I realize that the pounding on the front door and the annoying voice that has been ringing in my ears for the past 5 minutes is not, in fact, a daydream, but is an actual Greenpeace indentured servant hollering about global warming. I squint through the peephole waiting for him to give up. As he turns to leave, he slips on the ice on the front walk, which reminds me that it would have been preferable not to allow the home owner's policy to lapse.

9:55 P.M. The power fails and all the lights go out. As Chet Baker so artfully reminds us to do, I look for the silver lining and find it in the discovery that the smoke alarm has, at long last, stopped going off.

Monday, December 21, 2009

The War on Santeria

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Political Correctness? You be the judge. Here are the facts: American retailers increasingly default to the bland and meaningless "Happy Holidays." Why? They don't care about us.

Don't believe it? Try this little experiment. Go to Sears and buy a snowblower. And while they're gift-wrapping it, the first thing they'll say is: "You know, most people don't get snowblowers gift-wrapped because they're too huge and it's incredibly impractical and a waste of paper and kind of taking advantage of our free gift wrap policy." And the second thing they'll say is: "Thank you for shopping at Sears" [After you pay-- not before!]. And the third thing they'll say is: "Happy Holidays." That's it.

Not: "You're the man babalorisha." Not: "You go, you priest of Ifá." Not: "Have a very pleasant Lukumi ritual." None of these. Just "Happy Holidays."

But it's not just Sears. Take Wal-Mart, for example. Go there and buy some rifles and some bullets, and a few hatchets and hunting knives and something to club seals with and a Jonas Brothers CD, and while you're at the checkout counter, after they say: "Having a little party? Ha, ha, ha." They'll say "Thank you for shopping at Wal-Mart and Happy Holidays," but not: "Thank you for shopping at Wal-Mart, and may you be like the diviners of the Orishas." God forbid!

Or if that doesn't convince you, go to Jos. A Bank and buy one suit and a SECOND ONE FOR HALF PRICE! (Results reproduced at Gentleman's Warehouse proving their scientific validity). And after they say: "The sales price doesn't include alterations which are $75 extra, and it doesn't include these cuff links, which are the only things that go with it ($65), and it doesn't include these suspenders ($25), and it doesn't include these fake Brooks Brothers shopping bags which we sell so that your friends don't think you're so cheap that you get all your suits at Jos. A Bank," they will be certain to say: "Happy Holidays." Try getting them to say: "Go in peace, Father Who Knows the Secrets." But don't hold your breath or you will die.

Not convinced? OK. Go to Valvoline, and after they say: "the next time, you shouldn't drive your car for 13,000 miles on bald tires before you get the oil changed, because that's not good for it," and then after they say: "Do you have any coupons today? No? It's OK to throw out the coupons from Fortune Panda, but the Valvoline coupons are valuable," and then after they say: "Turn the wheel to the right. To the RIGHT! The RIGHT! THE RIGHT!!!Ok, back it up. Whoa! Stop. STOP! STOP! Can't you hear me? OK. Now come forward SLOWLY and turn it to the Right. NO, THAT'S THE LEFT! Ok. There you go. That's it. OK, you're good," and then after they say "Thank you for coming to Valvoline," they'll say Have a nice day and Happy Holidays." They'll never say: "Hope you receive Orunmila soon."

What's this all about? There's only one word for it: C-O-N-S-P-I-R-A-C-Y-T-H-E-O-R-Y-M-O-S-T-L-I-K-E-L-Y.

What's the solution? Fight back. The next time some store clerk wishes you "Happy Holidays," respond with: "Sure thing, Babalu." Atheists hate that.

[Note: No animals were harmed in the creation of this post].

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Breakthrough in the Treatment of ALDD

Roberta E. Illiot, M.D., chief resident of Neurosurgery at NYCCU Lasagna Medical Center, has presented results of the study entitled, "Group A Placebos Out-Perform Groups B, C and RS in Treatment of Adult Logic Deficiency Disorder." The study was designed to analyze the efficacy and safety of certain placebos in a large series of consecutive adults diagnosed with Type A Logic Deficiency Disorder (also known as "Common Sense Disorder").

Dr. Illiott and her colleagues at NYCCU Lasagna Medical Center conducted a retrospective review of 507 consecutive patients with Adult Logic Deficiency Disorder who ingested a total of 772,000 placebos between November 1997 and April 2009. Outcome analysis was performed on 436 patients from a Control Group (Group A), a test group (Group B), another test group (Group C) and a random sample (Group RS) who, thrice daily, ingested placebos composed chiefly of marzipan, M&Ms, and Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, and who had at least one year of follow-up since date of last ingestion. Duration of the Placebo Therapy ranged from one week to 11.35 years, with the patients who lasted for the entire 11.35 years either being incredibly slow to catch on, or (as Dr. Illiot speculates) having become "addicted" to one or two of the key ingredients in the placebo.

The results showed that a more than 50 percent reduction in logic deficiency occurred in 64.6 percent of patients, and 42.1 percent of patients experienced more than a 70 percent reduction in logic deficiency. 79 percent of patients who experienced more than a 70 percent reduction were 87 percent less likely to exhibit characteristics simpatico with 23 per cent of patients who had demonstrated a 73 per cent likelihood of recidivism (i.e., extra-curricular placebo ingestion) in 98 percent of documented cases. Patients who had exhibited a near total blockage of common sense had similar outcomes to those who did not have prior therapy. In a statistically significant number of patients (all), patients who demonstrated a reduction in logic deficiency through rigorous adherence to the placebo dosage exhibited a concomitant weight gain.

Across the board, patients in Group A had strikingly better results than patients in all other groups. This outcome varied 0 percent of the time, despite the fact that each patient received exactly the same placebo under identical conditions for the duration of the study. Dr. Illiot conceded that, in a study devoid of variables, there is no empirical value to segregating patients by group. She concluded, however, that an unintended benefit of the study was that it offered irrefutable proof that persons tapped for medical studies should, where possible, always opt to participate in Group "A."

"Our study, reviewing more than 700 consecutive Placebo Therapy case studies, further confirms the safety and efficacy of placebos for ALDD," said Dr. Illiot. "Patients evaluated in this study varied in age, common sense lapses and treatment histories. The vast majority of patients saw significant improvements in their decision-making ability. One notable exception, of course, was in connection with a common symptom of ALDD known as Line-Shifting Syndrome ("LSS"). Patients suffering ALDD usually exhibit symptoms of LSS at the supermarket or the EZ Pass/Fast Lane tollbooths. The results of LSS-induced decisions prove consistently to be disastrous. Medical science will probably never find a cure for LSS. Otherwise, Placebo Therapy continues to be an effective way to treat ALDD while possibly improving the quality-of-life for patients," said Dr. Illiot.

"Dr. Illiott's study reaffirms the safety, efficacy and quality-of-life benefits of  Placebo therapy for ALDD," said Gim E. Moore, president and CEO of Tasty Placebos, LLC (which contributed the placebos to the study). "Worldwide, more than 95,000,000 patients with ALDD have received our placebos, and a significant majority of these patients are consistently opting to continue treatment, which is evidenced by an initial reingestion rate of 98 percent, practically outpacing our ability to keep up with demand. These findings further establish Placebo Therapy as the best option for patients with ALDD who are not candidates for any other type of therapy or who have refused to cooperate with other therapies, such as those approved by insurance companies and the FDA."

Tasty Placebos, LLC provided 100% of the funding for the Placebo Therapy Study, peer reviewed it, and published the findings in major medical journals.

About Tasty Placebos, LLC and Placebo Therapy(®)

Tasty Placebos, LLC (Nasdaq: TPYUMYUM-x) is a medical placebo company with core expertise in M.D. neuromanipulation. The company developed and markets the Placebo Therapy System, which is kid-tested and mother-approved for the treatments of ALDD and treatment-resistant LSS. The Placebo Therapy System delivers a pleasant sensation to the anterior dorsum and into the oropharynx by way of the soft palate, upper esophagus and epiglottis.

Tasty Placebos, LLC markets the Placebo Therapy System in selected vending machines worldwide.

Friday, December 18, 2009

Selamat Hari Jadi, Abang

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Once upon a time (in 1969 to be precise), before many of you were born, my older brother was on his way between Syracuse (the one in New York, not the the Greek one on Sicily) and Kuala Lumpur (where my family was living at the time). Mapquest hadn't been invented yet, so he took a wrong turn and ended up in Nepal for a spell. While he was there, he purchased little trinkets for his brothers and sisters (of whom I was one, and still am!) and a little something for himself (Little prayer flags? A Sherpa's cloak? I don't-know-what little pastries? I'm not going to speculate that it was ganja -- I don't even know what ganja is -- or how to spell it -- or what it does -- or anything like that).

For me, he purchased a thin, lightweight little brass calendar. It was made of brass because it had a little wheel with a tiny handle welded onto the front constructed with little cut-outs or windows that the user could turn to advance the names of the months, which were actually hand-painted on the stationary part of the calendar that attached to the back of the wheel. When the wheel moved to a new month, the correct date appeared in the window. And it had a thin little pole in the back that acted as a stand so that the calendar could rest on top of a flat horizontal surface, such as a desk (hence the name: "brass desk calendar which rests upon a flat horizontal surface, such as a desk").

But this was no ordinary calendar. For not only could the user advance the names of the months by turning the wheel, but also the years, because the enumeration of the years -- 40 of them -- were also painted on the stationary part behind the wheel. In this way, the user could have a calendar that lasted from the beginning of 1969 to the end of 2009 in the Gregorian System. And those Nepalese were so ingenious that they calculated the placement of the hand-painted months and years and the alignment of the windows such that the calendar was always accurate -- even in leap years. (Certain months were painted in red for leap years. Can you guess which ones?)

As a lad of 10 (which was my approximate age upon receipt of the calendar), I couldn't conceive of a swath of time as vast as 40 years. Mostly, my concept of time was measured by the distance between meals (and come to think of it, still is). I certainly couldn't believe that anything I would ever own could ever have a use for a span that was four times my then age. The farthest into the future I could see at that time was almost unimaginable age of 20, when I would be a world-famous bell bottom-adorned hippie. Moreover, I couldn't fathom being able to hold on to something for 40 years, let alone 1.

And yet, I held on to it -- through Woodstock and the first Moon landing, the White Album, Watergate, the end of the War in Vietnam, Jaws, the U.S. Bicentennial, the peace treaty between Israel and Egypt, my ever-so-brief stint as a world-famous hippie, the Iranian Revolution, E.T., the fast-paced but kinda fun invasion of Grenada, marriage, two children, enough nieces and nephews to form a political party, or at the very least -- a minyan, the fall of the Berlin Wall, the liberation and election of Nelson Mandela, the fall and rise of Times Square, Operation Desert Storm, Schindler's List, the Y2K hoax, the Euro, (my being recognized as the 1 millionth visitor to any number of websites -- amazing!), the terrorist attacks of 9/11, Operation Enduring Freedom, Riverdance, the improbable Red Sox World Series victories, the supplanting of insta-messaging by texting, the elimination of the possessive apostrophe from most American forms of written English, Aung San Suu Kyi's Nobel peace prize and house arrest, the Sopranos, the Wire, Curb Your Enthusiasm, Mad Men, Rocky VI, Star Wars XVI, same-sex marriage, same-sex divorce, the death of Julia Child, a sighting of J.D. Salinger, the retirement of Castro, the appointment of Castro, the election of Barack Obama, the demise of The Guiding Light, Leonard Cohen's next-to-last World Tour concert (sort of), the elevation of China to the position of World's largest emitter of greenhouse gasses, the Iranian Revolution, and the revision of the Facebook privacy policy.

In just a short while, the calendar will be retired as 2009 comes to a close. And so, Dear Brother, I will hazard a guess that that stash of Nepalese Ganja you purchased 40 long years ago has gotten mighty slim. It's time for you to replenish it by taking another trip to Nepal (not on Eastern or TWA or BOAC or Pan Am, mind you -- for, though the calendar and we are still here, they are not).

And while you're there, would you be so kind as to pick me up another brass desk calendar? One good for another 40 or 50 years or so should do the trick.

Thanks. And Happy Birthday.

P.S. What's for dinner?

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Karl Marx's Third Grade Report Card

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Report of Scholastic Record for Year Ending 1824

Grade 3

Trier Public Elementary School

Trier, Kingdom of Prussia

Student: Marx, Karl

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Social Studies: (Mr. Engels)

Teacher Comments:

Karl is a bright little boy who plunges into the subject with gusto and enthusiasm. He is extremely verbose, however, and when asked to give a book report about the Queen of Prussia, instead of making a diorama out of a shoebox like the rest of his classmates, launched into a didactic harangue about how asinine and stupid the bourgeoisie are and how much he wants to hang them by their thumbs and kick them. He is a little disturbed and hypersensitive about ownership. Once, when it came time to clean the slate board erasers, he organized a general strike of the other third graders until the school janitor agreed to open the windows to let a little oxygen into the room (his chief "demand"), and the students were allowed to each claim a pro rata stake in the chalk. For this, he was idolized by some of the more dim-witted boys, which Karl used to maximum advantage in regards seating arrangements and sharing of lunchbox items. Karl is particularly adept at sharing the lunchbox items of others.

Grade: B-


Citizenship: (Mr. Hegel)

Teacher Comments:

Karl is hopelessly lost and is easily distracted by his neighbors in class. He seems bored and listless. I saw no evidence that he grasped the material. I fear he is doomed to repeat it.


Grade: D-


Science: (Mr. Nietzsche)

Teacher Comments:

Karl is a curious young man with prodigious powers of observation. His occasional exuberance is grating, however, and he needs to concentrate on his limitations, discard the mythology of "goodness" that the other teachers sometimes stuff into his head, and accept the random cruelty of the natural order. Then he will make quite a talented young scientist, his deeply flawed demonstration about the sexual habits of chiggers notwithstanding.


Grade: C+


Mathematics: (Mr. Einstein)

Teacher Comments:

Karl has an almost robotic knack for adding two and two and arriving at a sum of five. Although he tackles certain problems with aplomb, including those involving sets and subsets by counting, comparing, ordering, and so on, he is something of a dunce at simple arithmetic. Whilst even at this formative age he has claimed an interest in one day working as a bank teller or as an economist, God help us all should that ever come to pass. I recommend that he consider the Prussian People's Vocational School. One day, I am certain, he will make a very fine bicycle mechanic.


Grade: D



German Language and Literature: (Mr. Goethe)

Master Marx has a passable command of German grammar and syntax. He tends to write in impossibly long run-on sentences, but, then again, so does everybody in Germany.

Grade: B+


Music: (Mr. Bach)

Master Marx is tone deaf, cannot carry a tune, has no sense of melody, harmony, rhythm, or syncopation, cannot read a note to save his life, and cannot name a single composer, German or otherwise. Other than that, he is a brilliant student.

Grade: F

Physical Fitness: (Mr. Wagner)

Master Marx is sickly and pale and somewhat girlish in his approach to boxing -- which does not bode well for his future as a German Übermensch, a graduation requirement of the State curriculum. The scent of pickled herring and chopped liver is often on his breath and herein lies the problem; he is obviously not getting a sufficient German diet of sauerbraten and bratwurst at home. He has little stamina and is almost always picked last for dodge ball. Next term, I plan to toughen him up by taking him to the gym, putting on boxing gloves, and punching him in the head until he is impervious to pain. This will make a man out of him and will also keep the boxing gloves finely honed.

Grade: C

Checklist

Works and plays well with others Yes/No/Needs Improvement
Prepared: Yes/No/Needs Improvement
Punctual: Yes/No/Needs Improvement
Respectful of Others: Yes/No/Needs Improvement
Respectful of School Property: Yes/No/Needs Improvement
Ability to Solve problems: Yes/No/Needs Improvement
Participates: Yes/No/Needs Improvement
Appropriately Groomed: Yes/No/Needs Improvement


Overall Grade: D+

Recommended for Advancement to Next Level: Y/N

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Patent Pending

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In the United States Patent & Trademark Office

U.S. Classification
473041000; 4730400875-Z

Summary of Application

A freeze- and crash-free method of preserving thoughts, poems, songs, observations, ideas, notions, memories, calculations, formulae, drawings, graphics, & cetera, without need of rebooting, downloading, defragging, upgrading, or cables, battery power, add-ins, plug-ins, & cetera, & cetera, said method including:

Claims

What is claimed:

The application by human intervention to a surface made of a thin material (produced by pressing together moist fibers, typically cellulose pulp derived from wood, rags or grasses, dried into flexible sheets) (Device No. 1) of an implement constructed of a narrow, solid pigment core of lead or charcoal inside a protective casing (which case provides an external scaffold to protect the structural integrity of the core) (Device number 2), which, when acted upon by the user creates marks via physical abrasion, leaving behind a residual trail of solid core material that adheres to the aforementioned surface, and which marks are also easily deleted by means of an object fashioned of a rubbery consistency which may contain vinyl, plastic, gum-like materials or synthetic soy-based gum (Device number 3) .

In order to use the Device (number 2), the casing must be carved or peeled off to expose the working end of the core as a sharp point, which is achieved by shaving away the device's worn or blunt surface with a fixed or rotating blade (Device number 4).

Note: Device number 1 may be free-form or may be bound by metallic spirals, affixed to pads with perforation, and pre-punched with holes in groups of three, and may also be plain, ruled, or superimposed marginally with Hello Kitty.

Drawings

To be supplied after the patent is awarded.

Monday, December 14, 2009

HEY, LET'S ASK CARLA!

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Dear Carla:

My friend left his Blackberry hanging around the library by accident. I found it and started reading all the saved e-mails on it. I also shared them with some of the other people in the library to get their reaction. Also there were some pics of the let's just call it you-may-not-want-these-pics-out-and-about variety. I posted some of the better ones on Facebook because they were kinda scandalous. Also, I'm having one of them turned into a billboard and another one I got imprinted on a coffee mug at one of those pushcarts at the mall (I just can't seem to stop myself). I also randomly prank called some of the business contacts in my friend's directory and said some pretty rude and obscene things pretending to be my friend just as an experiment to see if it would get him fired. Plus I found a few spreadsheets that looked pretty confidential and downloaded them onto the library computer. What do you say -- unethical?

Berry Bad

Dear Berry Bad

I checked with a librarian friend of mine who assured me that tampering with library computers (and this includes unauthorized downloads) is, indeed unethical. She also didn't take too kindly to the information that you were deliberately distracting library patrons who were there to study until I reminded her that nobody studies in libraries anymore -only in Starbucks.

--Carla

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Dear Carla:

My friend's GPS broke in her Jeep and she freaked. I pull out my iPhone and start to Mapquest the route and she totally goes postal and starts banging my iPhone on the dashboard shouting "I don't want this F****** piece of sh**t! I want my F****** GPS!" And I say "It's the same F****** thing!" and I start ripping her GPS from the dashboard and pouring acid on it and she says, "Oh F***ing great! I'm going to pour acid on your iPhone, you F***ing B**ch!" Then she grabs my iPhone and disables Mapquest and Googlemaps. And then I say I'm going to pour acid on your GPS, you F***ing B**ch!" And she says, "You already did, you F***ing B**ch!" And I say, "Well, do you have a map, you F***ing B**ch!?" And she says "What the f***k is a map?" Then I saw that she had a map of Sweden in her glove compartment, and I said "Why do you have this worthless piece of sh**t map of Sweden in your F***ing car, you F***ing B**ch!? Is this supposed to help us get to f***ing HMS, you f***ing B**ch!?" And she says, "How the f*** should I know, you F***ing B**ch?" I don't know how to read a F***ing map, and neither do you." So we just sat there, because we couldn't figure out how to get to HMS, and she had already disabled Mapquest and Google maps. What do you make of this exchange?

Shoeless in Seattle

Dear Shoeless

I couldn't help laughing about this because you didn't even think to use the HMS Store Locator. There's an App for that!

--Carla


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Dear Carla:

I figured out how to get all this free stuff on my Kindle -- like I got all the Harry Potters and the old Twilights and Daniel Steel and "Rich Again" by Anna Maxted. I just ignore the copyright warnings. Should I feel guilty?

Kerlin up with a Good Kindle

Dear Kerlin:

People are still reading Danielle Steel? Who knew?

--Carla

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Dear Carla:

It was dark and snowing and I was driving home from New York and I was bored so I started texting my friends and they crack me up like they pretended that they all liked this dude and really had me going until I figured out that they made the dude up -- he's like not even real. I laughed so hard, I nearly drove into a ditch because when I laugh in the car while I'm texting like I push down on the gas really hard. When I got home, it was like 3 in the morning and I woke my roomie up and told her what had happened and she started lecturing me about my habits etc. I didn't think I did anything wrong. What do you think?

Txtng Tess

Dear Tess:

What kind of "friends" make up a dude? You need some new friends.

--Carla


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Dear Carla:

I organized a bunch of (like a hundred) people to fly to Copenhagen from about 80 different cities to do a protest on over-use of fossil fuels contributing to global warming. We rented a bus and drove it all over Copenhagen banging on garbage can lids (symbolic) to get our message out. Then we did a carbon dioxide demo by lighting a bunch of tires on fire to show what happens to smoke when you light tires on fire. The Copenhagen Police claimed we were not a legitimate NGO and arrested some of us. Don't they get it?

White and Black and Green All Over

Dear W&B&GAO:

This is the second time Sweden has come up this week. What a coincidence. Did you pick up any maps while you were over there?

--Carla

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Dear Carla:

When you de-friend somebody who pisses you off are they allowed to pretend to friend you under a pseudonym to spy on you?

De-friender of the Faith

Dear De-Friender:

All's fair in love and war.

--Carla

Friday, December 11, 2009

It's Beginning to Smell a Lot Like Latkes

Hanukkah (Hebrew: חֲנֻכָּה‎), also known as the Festival of Latkes, is an eight-day Jewish holiday commemorating the invention of potato latkes in Jerusalem at the time of the Maccabean Revolt of the 2nd century BCE. (The Jews invented latkes, too!? Is there nothing that they didn't invent!?)

Hanukkah is observed for eight nights (the days being pretty low-key), starting on the 25th day of Kislev according to the Hebrew calendar, and may occur from late November to late December on other types of calendars, such as ones that have pictures of kittens and flowers and swimsuit models on them.

The festival is observed by eating plenty of latkes (even when you are sick of them but you never get sick of them) with applesauce and sour cream and twirling dreidles and lighting candles and giving and getting chocalate gelt and eating more latkes.

Some people think that Hannukah is the Jewish Christmas. And they're right! It's exactly the same as Christmas (except for the latkes). Other than that -- no difference.

There was a disagreement between two rabbinical schools of thought—Hillel and the House of Shammai—on the proper number of latkes to stuff in your mouth at one time. Shammai said that eight latkes should be eaten one-by-one, whereas Hillel argued in favor of stuffing them all in at once. Jewish law adopted the position of Hillel.

This is why a common Hannukah greeting is: "Don't mess with Texas. And while you're at it, don't mess with Hillel. You gonna finish all those latkes, or what?"

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Messages from My Readers

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Having published several small articles in this venue, I have come face-to-face with no small degree of reader reaction. The City has prevented me from disposing of these communications, so I am recycling them here, as I do not know what else to do with them.

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(1) Dear Mr. Salinger:

This firm represents the interests of the owners of Sponge Bob Square Pants. While we generally busy ourselves with affairs of State and cartooning, and would not, under ordinary circumstances, waste time on your idiotic pontifications, a number of our younger consumers were confused and distraught by your bogus obituary for our copyrighted character. Thus, we were forced to act. A mere glance at your scribblings convinced us, not only that you lack sound judgment, but, also, that you are, likely, judgment-proof.

Based on your alleged background, we assume you know how these things work, so we will cut to the chase: One more utterance out of you about Sponge Bob or any of the other residents of Bikini Bottom and the party's over. Cease and desist forthwith or else we will.

Yours Truly,
Eugene Krabs, Esq.

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(2) Dear Mr. Poucette:

Congratulations on surviving the exhausting round of interviews. After careful consideration, we are pleased to offer you a contract of employment as CEO at our firm with a starting annual salary of $185,000, plus a full benefits package outlined in the attached Schedule 1.

To signify your acceptance of this offer, you must return a signed copy of this letter within ten (10) days of the date hereof.

We look forward to a mutually productive and prosperous future and hope to hear from you soon.

Regards,
Abe P. Banderlootey
Hummina Hummina, Inc.

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(3) Dear Mr. Salinger:

I read your thing about hyphenated names and was not amused. Nor was anybody in my family, which has passed down our cherished chicken recipe for 9 generations. Nine! We're not going to call that recipe anything else, your small-mindedness notwithstanding.

Next time, pick on somebody your own size (mentally, that is).

Yours,
Lucille Doodey-Crapperhouse

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(4) Dear Mr. Salinger:

Somebody who used to be my friend showed me the article you "wrote" about ancient Chinese poets. I couldn't find a reference to a single one of those people on Wikipedia, or Google, or Bing, or Yahoo and would venture to say that you made the whole thing up (although the poem about water chestnuts sounded vaguely familiar). Plus it was moronic. People should charge you to read your asinine musings.

Pay up!


Best,
Pincus "Ming" Mandelbaum XXXIV

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(5) Dear Mr. Poucette:

Several days ago, we sent you a formal offer of employment and have yet to hear back from you. As time is of the essence, please return a signed copy of the offer letter immediately so that we may keep the position open for you.

We look forward to your response and trust that your interest has not abated.

Regards,
Abe P. Banderlootey
Hummina Hummina, Inc.

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(6) Dear Mr. Salinger:

Like yourself, I'm a busy professional, so I'll be brief. Yesterday, one of my patients (I'll refer to him as Mr. X, as that is, in fact, his name) became hysterical in my treatment room and began ranting that someone had broken into his office and stolen his dream diary. I assured him that he was hallucinating, until he showed me your little story about a dream diary.

I don't know where you got this material, sir, but it does in fact represent the innermost subconscious repressions of my patient who has for years been dreaming about being stuck in the subway waiting for a train that never comes. Recently, he made a breakthrough by dreaming about being stuck on a grounded plane, only to have the plane return to the terminal due to a lack of fuel.

I am going to hazard a guess that you are familiar with a little doctrine known as the doctor-patient privilege. It is inviolate, and yet you violated it. Here's my proposal: No formal charges will be lodged, and my patient and I will look the other way if you return his book -- no questions asked. It goes without saying that you have crossed a line (several, inf fact) and caused incalculable harm to his psyche, but I shall say it, anyway while imploring and beseeching you never to do this again.

Ever.

Very truly yours,
Saul Feinberg, MBBS, M.D., PhD.

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(7) Dear Fellow Citizen:

The White House receives millions of letters and tweets every year from people all over the world. Obviously, the President cannot respond to each one individually, but has asked me to extend his appreciation for your [letter/postcard/e-mail/text/blog post] about [his Nobel Peace Prize/Speech in Cairo/Speech in Beijing/Speech in Copenhagen/Speech in Oslo/Speech in Ghana/Nobel Peace Prize].

Please be assured that your communication has been given the attention it deserves.

With Every Good Wish,
The White House Press Office.

(P.S.: Wow, 4 whole "Followers" for your Blog; that's impressive.)

(Still, a kid on YouTube picking his nose gets 31 million hits in a week. But don't be discouraged. Maybe if you add some animation like, oh, I don't know, a dog peeing on the rug, you might garner more [and, dare I say, a higher caliber of] readers. Just a thought.)

WHPO.

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(8) Dear A**ho*le:

I tried that Mother-f*****g product you endorsed -- Down-Boy Rx. Guess what? It worked. Now I can't f***, or h**p, or scht***, or even master**** anymore. My wife left me. My girlfriend left me. I lost my job. Even my dog treats me like I'm a wuss.

I'm sure you think I'm going to threaten to kill you, but that would be far too good for the likes of you. I'm sending you a case of Down-Boy Rx.

Start drinking it tonight, you creep. I hate you and I'll see you in Hell. You can't miss me. I'll be the one without the ****-on.

Name Withheld by Request.

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(9) Dear Mr. Poucette:

The deadline for returning, signed, our offer of employment expires tomorrow. We hope that you have not overlooked this important date and will act immediately.

Please do not hesitate to call should you have any questions.

Yours, truly,
Abe P. Banderlootey
Hummina Hummina, Inc.

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(10) My Dear Sir:

I loved (absolutely) loved your piece about my address to the U.N. You captured me exactly!

LOL!

I am going to Friend you presently!

If you have some additional information about Jack Ruby (nee Rubenstein), please forward it to our consular office immediately. (If the office is closed, please forward the info to former Minnesota Governor, Jesse Ventura).

Inshallah, we will get to the bottom of this conspiracy.

Salaam,
His Excellency,
Moammar Kadaffi

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(11) Dear Mr. Poucette:

We regret that you have not returned the signed offer of employment from our company, and, therefore, have concluded that you have rejected the offer. We have extended the offer to the runner-up candidate.

With every good wish for your future endeavors, I remain,

Yours, truly,
Abe P. Banderlootey
Hummina Hummina, Inc.

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(12) Dear Mr. Salinger:

Your silly little blog post about a telephone bill, while amusing, was hardly a substitute for genuine payment. As you know, we are a real telephone company; we provide real service, and we send out real bills. Yours is overdue by 3 months.

Your past-due balance is $597.33. Ordinarily, we are loathe to make such threats when we know so many people are struggling in these dire economic times. In your case, however, it gives us distinct pleasure to announce that if your bill is not paid in full by December 18, your phone and Internet service (indeed, your lifeline to the entire outside world as we now know it) will be disconnected.

Restoration charges and late fees will apply.

Sincerely,
XXX Telephone Company

(What exactly IS the deal with all those calls to Bangkok?)

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(13) Dear Mr. Poucette:

We were mortified to learn that our several recent letters offering you employment were mis-delivered to your next-door-neighbor, a Mr. Salinger, who, apparently, was too lazy and selfish to walk the 18 feet from his front door to yours to hand them to you. In the interim, the job has been offered to another candidate (who has now accepted), as the time within which you were required to respond has elapsed.

While our corporate counsel researches what, if any, charges may be filed against Mr. Salinger for, among other things, tampering with the U.S. Mail, we recommend that you retain your own attorney to determine what civil claims might be brought.

We shall keep your resume on file, and will not hesitate to contact you should another opportunity arise. Meanwhile, you might consider erecting a very tall fence on the line between your property and Mr. Salinger's, and also enlarging the number on your mailbox.


Yours, truly,
Abe P. Banderlootey
Hummina Hummina, Inc.

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(14) Dear Mr. Salinger:

I should like to remind you that we are a 501(c)(3) tax-exempt charitable organization. In fact, we are the only airline of which we are aware that is so designated, due largely to the fact that fully 75% of our planes' seats are filled, not with paying customers, but, rather, volunteers who dispense their benevolent services throughout the land to our nation's neediest.

Of course, we were flattered when you sent us your posting about an airline itinerary. We were elated when you told us that every click on the advertising accompanying your Blog would result in a revenue stream directly to our organization. So advised, we encouraged every member of our staff to get out the word to every one listed in their sizable directories.

Imagine our shock and disappointment when the good people at Google informed us that, in fact, every click on these ads generates revenue for you and not for us. We've heard of some lowdown dirty tricks before, but this is the lowest and dirtiest about which we've ever heard.

Though you ought to be ashamed, we have no doubt that such a word is not in your puny lexicon. Therefore, we can only console ourselves with the knowledge that your name and your memory have been erased from our mailing list. It is our fervent hope that you will reciprocate.

Sincerely,
Chastity Lindbergh
Air Head Airlines
"We Hope to Make it Off the Ground Today"

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(15) Dear Whoever You Are:

We, the undersigned, have taken up a collection to pay for a DNA test. Please take it at your nearest clinic at your earliest convenience. We want to prove that we are not genetically related to you in any way, shape, or form.

And we want you to post the results immediately.

Our names are too numerous to mention, so just refer to us collectively as "the undersigned."

Regards,
The Undersigned.

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(16) Dear Seth:

You are likely to hear and see some loud construction activity on our shared property line over the next several weeks. On the advice of counsel, I am building a very tall fence so that I never have to look at you or your house again.

I'd tell you in person, but I'm no longer talking to you.

Please keep off my lawn,

R. Poucette

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Well, that's it for now.

Keep those cards and letters coming.

And remember, every time you click on those ads, a portion of the revenue generated goes directly to Air Head Airlines!

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

The Cell Phone Chronicles

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Part 1

Protagonist: Hello? Who is this?

Deuteragonist: Who is this?

Protagonist: What? You called me. I don't answer "private caller" calls.

Deuteragonist: Then why did you answer?

Protagonist: Oh. Is that you, General Franks?

Deuteragonist: It's me, ..ener...l ...anks.

Protagonist: Ernie Banks?

Deuteragonist: It's ...ee, .......al ....nks

Protagonist: What did you say?

Deuteragonist: Can you hear me now? Hello? Hello?

Protagonist: Yes, I hear you! Is that you Tommy? General Tommy Franks?

Deuteragonist: Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello?

Protagonist: I said I hear you! Can't you hear me?

Deuteragonist: Hello?

Protagonist: God damn it! I'm trying to decide whether to take the country to war! Who the hell is this? Can't you call me from a land line?

Deuteragonist: Helloooooooooooooooooooo? Hellooooo? Hellooo? I guess he hung up, Mr. Ambassador.

Protagonist: I didn't hang up you fools! You can't hear me, that's all!

Chorus: Eternal Clouds, let us appear; let us arise from the ..oaring depths of ... ..... let us fly towards the ..ofty mountains, spread our damp ... over their forest-laden .... ..... .... which the ... with its ...ttering beams.

Protagonist: What the hell? Even the Greek Chorus is on a crappy cell phone?

Chorus: Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello?

Protagonist: Oh for God's sake! Your service provider sucks!

Chorus: Hello? Are you still there? Hello? We think he hung up.

Protagonist: I didn't hang up! I'm right here! Can't you hear me? Hello? Hello? Hello?

Chorus: Damn it! Our fingers were on the mute button!

Protagonist: I'm hanging up.

Chorus:: Hang up. We'll call you back. We'll call you back.

Protagonist: Hello? Ok. I'm hanging up.

Chorus: What?

Part Deux

Protagonist: Wait did you call me just now?

Chorus: No, you called us.

Protagonist: Hey, this is really good sound quality.

Chorus: We know, it's like you're in the next room.

Protagonist: No I'm not.

Chorus: No you're not in the next room. It's like you're in the next room.

Protagonist: Where are you?

Chorus: In the next room.

Part The Third

Protagonist: Did you just call me?

Deuteragonist: No. You called me.

Protagonist: But I just pressed "send" and I automatically reached you.

Deuteragonist: Well I called you before but you couldn't hear me.

Protagonist: No I could hear you; you couldn't hear me.

Deuteragonist: Well, now I hear you fine. What do you want?

Protagonist: I've got a huge decision to make. History hangs in the balance. I'm trying to decide whether to take the country to wa...

Deuteragonist: Hold on! Hold on! I've got another call coming in. I'm going to put you on hold. Don't go away.

Protagonist: No! No! Don't put me on hold! I have to decide now! I need to know whether there are weapons of mass...YOUR BALANCE IS LOW. PLEASE REFILL YOUR BALANCE NOW. Hello? Hello? I was in the middle of a godamned sentence and you just cut in like that!?

Chorus: History hangs in the balance. Should we go to war, or should we not? Is the crisis now cold, or is it still hot?

Protagonist: Wait! You were listening in on my conversation just now?

Chorus: You were shouting.

Part Kwatro

Chorus: Hello? Who is this?

Protagonist: You called me!

Chorus: Well what do you want?

Protagonist: What do you mean? You called me.

Chorus: We did?

Protagonist: Listen, I'm waiting for some intelligence from the front. It will be the deciding factor. It will mean either war or peace. Are you with me on this?

Chorus: Hold on. Our battery is about to die. We'll have to call you back.

Five-Oh

Protagonist: Are you there?

Deuteragonist: Who is this?

Protagonist: What do you mean, "Who is this?" I was just talking to you.

Deuteragonist: Prove it. What was I wearing?

Protagonist: Hello! I called you. I didn't film you. How do I know what you were wearing?

Deuteragonist: Well, what do you want?

Protagonist: I need to know if there are weapons of mass destruction, and I need to know now.

Deuteragonist: Well, there's definitely some yellow cake, and the evidence is pretty conclusive for...shun. But the consensus here is that ....irm the ...al decisi... I repeat; it is cricitcal that we...irm the ...shun.

Chorus: Hey can we borrow your phone? Our battery died.

Protagonist: What!? No! You can't borrow my phone! I'm in the middle of something! I can't hear both of you and at the same time!

Chorus: Who are you talking to?

Protagonist: Will you SHUT UP!? This is critical!

Deuteragonist: What's that? Shut up?

Protagonist: No not you!

Chorus: Hold on. We're moving to a better reception area.

Sextet

Protagonist: I'm not going to plunge the nation into war without irrefutable proof.

Deuteragonist: I'd say we have .... of ...oof. What does everybody else think?

Chorus: We want to say something.

Deuteragonist: What? What did they say?

Protagonist: I can't... Hold on. He can't hear you.

Chorus: Put us on speaker.

Protagonist: Ok. We're all on speaker. Can you hear us?

Chorus: Yes, perfectly.

Protagonist: No! Not you! Can you hear us, general? Are you there, ambassador? We need to know!

Deuteragonist: Need to know what?

Protagonist: “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Do I dare. Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

Deuteragonist: What the hell are you talking about?

Protagonist: Stop shouting. You're getting hoarse.

Chorus: A horse! a horse! our kingdom for a horse!

Deuteragonist: I know this is a bore, but...

Protagonist: You want us to go to war?

Chorus: Let's go to war!

LEADER OF CHORUS OF WOMEN: And yet you dare to make war upon me, wretch, when you might have me for your most faithful friend and ally.

Chorus: What? You're breaking up.

Party of the Seventh Part

LYSISTRATA: All the long time the war has lasted, we have endured in modest silence all you men did; you never allowed us to open our lips. We were far from satisfied, for we knew how things were going; often in our homes we would hear you discussing, upside down and inside out, some important turn of affairs. Then with sad hearts, but smiling lips, we would ask you: Well, in today's Assembly did they vote peace?-But, "Mind your own business!" the husband would growl, "Hold your tongue, please!" And we would say no more.

Deuteragonist: What did she say? I didn't get that.

Protagonist: Chorus, what did she say?

Chorus: We don't know. We weren't really paying attention. We were multi-tasking.

Protagonist: War is Hades!

Chorus: You can say that again!

Deuteragonist: Say what again? I didn't get that. Hello? Hello? Did you hang up?

Epilogue

Chorus: The old leader is gone. He was a warmonger. All hail the new leader, a true Hero. Oh new leader, our Hero! You give us hope. You are a man of peace. Here is a prize to prove it.

Deuteragonist: Hero, aren't you going to claim your prize?

Chorus: The Hero is sending us a Text!

Deuteragonist: Thank the gods! What does the Text say?

Chorus: It says: "Will pick up prize of peace rite after starting new war."

Protagonist: Can you hear me now?

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Screenplay for a Porno

LET'S DO IT!

by Jones "Smutty" Jbird

Based on the Off- Broadway Interactive "Experience" "Let's Do It!"

Book by Jones "Smutty" Jbird

Music and Lyrics by Jones "Smutty" Jbird

Adaption from the Italian: "Facciamolo!" by Pornografico Blu

Director: Jones "Smutty" Jbird

Final Script
December 5, 2009

INT. KITCHEN - DAY
Shazelle is standing at the kitchen counter texting while wearing short shorts and a cut-off. In walks Rod, the mailman carrying a big bulging package.

ROD

I have a big bulging package here for...hey! Let's do it!

SHAZELLE

OK.

CUE UP MUSIC: Musae sioniae by Michael Praetorious (German 1571-1621) featuring the Sackbut.

CLOSE-UP of them doing it.

WIDE SHOT of them doing it.

AERIAL SHOT of them doing it.

BACKLIT SHOT of them doing it.

CLOSE-UP of the Sackbut.

FADE OUT.

EXT. THE POOL, - DAY
Kittyesque is sunbathing in a chaise lounge. Dick, the Pool Man, shows up.

DICK

Let's do it!

KITTYESQUE

Why not?

CUE UP MUSIC: Peacock Variations (by Zoltán Kodály (Hungarian: 1882 – 1967)

BACKLIT SHOT of them doing it.

CLOSE-UP of them doing it.

WIDE SHOT of them doing it.

AERIAL SHOT of them doing it.

UNDERWATER SHOT of them doing it.

FADE OUT.


INT. OFFICE - DAY
Babetta is bending over some files wearing a mini skirt (Babetta, not the files). Boss Man Billy walks in carrying a rod.

BOSS MAN BILLY

What are you doing there?

BABETTA

Nothing

BOSS MAN BILLY

Let's do it!

BABETTA

Yes, sir.

CUE UP MUSIC: études opus 10 by Frédéric Chopin (Polish: 1810 - 1849)

CLOSE-UP of them doing it.

WIDE SHOT of them doing it.

AERIAL SHOT of them doing it.

BACKLIT SHOT of them doing it.

CLOSE-UP of Chopin doing it with author and feminist, Amandine Aurore Lucille Dupin, the Baroness Dudevant, better known by her pseudonym, George Sand.

BOSS MAN BILLY

Hey! Who let Chopin and George Sand in here?

FADE OUT.

INT. CAR - NIGHT
Luciellana and Johnson, the mechanic are admiring his tool box.

LUCIELLANA

Let's do it!

JOHNSON

Say no more!

CUE UP MUSIC: Op. 62, Divertimentos; duet by Fernando Sor (Spanish: baptised 14 February 1778 as Josep Ferran Sorts i Muntades. Died 1839, aged 61).

CLOSE-UP of them doing it.

WIDE SHOT of the car rocking.

AERIAL SHOT of them doing it.

BACKLIT SHOT of them doing it.

FADE OUT.


INT. FRANCOFERNANDO'S BACHELOR PAD - NIGHT

FRANCOFERNANDO'S FANTASY

Francofernando is just standing there minding his own businsess. One by one, different women walk up to him saying "Let's do it!" Francofernando says nothing but stoically does it.

CUE UP MUSIC: Musick for the Royal Fireworks by George Frideric Handel (German-English: 1685-1789)

MONTAGE of them doing it.

FRANCOFERNANDO INT. MONOLOGUE - DAY

Let's Do it!
Let's Do it!

FADE OUT.


EXT. BALCONY OF THE HOTEL SPLENDIDO IN SORRENTO OVERLOOKING THE BAY OF NAPLES
- DAY

Bustiana is admiring the view. Giovanni-son steps out with a tray of Limoncello. The Spanish tourist, Juan-son, tries to stop him. Giovanni-son slaps him in the face. Juan-son applies some Johnson & Johnson powder to the affected area and retreats.

CUE UP MUSIC: Twelve sonatas for violin and basso continuo by Antonio Lucio Vivaldi (1678 – 1741)

WIDE SHOT of Alfred Hitchcock walking a dog across the balcony.

AERIAL SHOT of Ferderico Fellini standing in front of a graffiti-covered wall with Encolpio lamenting the loss of his lover, Gitone, to Ascilto.

BUSTIANA

Come artistico!

GIOVANNI-SON

Facciamolo!

BUSTIANA

Prego!

CLOSE-UP of them doing it.

WIDE SHOT of them doing.

AERIAL SHOT of them doing it.

BACKLIT SHOT of them doing it.

FADE OUT.

INT. STAGE - NIGHT

ENSEMBLE singing the theme song:

(scantily clad!)

NOTE: Alfred Hitchcock and Federico Fellini are NOT in this scene.

And that's why Birds do it, Bees do it,
Even educated fleas do it,
Let's do it, Let's do it.
In Spain, the best upper sets do it,
Lithuanians and Letts do it,
Let's do it, Let's do it.
The Dutch in old Amsterdam do it,
Not to mention the Finns,
Folks in Siam do it,
Think of Siamese twins.
Some Argentines, without means, do it,
People say, in Boston, even beans do it,
Let's do it, Let's do it.

CUT TO BLACK.

Let's Do It. (12/05/09)

(Melanged scene from Satrycon courtesy of United Artists).

(Copyright Infringement suit from Estate of Cole Porter sub judice).

Send "Let's Do It!" Ringtones to your cellphone!

Friday, December 4, 2009

A National Conversation About Rays

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Ray G.: Hello, I'm Ray.

Ray S.: And I'm Ray.

Ray G.: And we're having a national conversation about Rays.

Ray S.: Right you are.

Ray G.: Why is it a national conversation?

Ray S.: Well, we're having the conversation all over the nation.

Ray S.: And Canada?

Ray G.: Yeah, sure. Why not?

Ray S.: It's like they can't have their own conversation? They have to muscle in on ours?

Ray G.: They do that a lot. But it's OK if we let them join in.

Ray S.: OK. As long as they don't say: "We're having a national conversation a-boat Rays."

Ray G.: We'll cut them off if they try.

Ray S.: Good. "A-boat." I hate that.

Ray G.: Right like fingernails across a blackboard.

Ray S.: Great. Why don't you start us off, Ray?

Ray G.: Well, Ray, I couldn't help noticing that you are a Negro.

Ray S.: Yes, Ray, or as we like to say where I come from, "Ray of Color."

Ray G.: "Ray of Color," I like that.

Ray S.: Yes, it's very upbeat and positive. Not at all Gay.

Ray G.: Not that there's anything wrong with that, but that's a different conversation.

Ray S.: Indeed.

Ray G.: This is a very open and honest conversation. we're laying it all out on the table.

Ray: Yep. We're gettin' it all out there.

Ray G.: So if you're a "Ray of Color," what am I?

Ray S.: Well, Ray, there are many terms that fit. What does the "G" stand for?

Ray G.: I don't follow.

Ray S.: What does the "G" in your name stand for?

Ray G.: It doesn't stand for anything. It's just "G."

Ray S.: Your name is Ray G?

Ray G.: Yes. So? what does that make me?

Ray S.: R-A-Y-G-E?

Ray G.: How about Ray of Light?

Ray S.: How are you a Ray of Light?

Ray G.: Being so much lighter than you, I just naturally assumed...

Ray S: Well, Ray, that's kind of copying. Frankly, it sounds a little desperate. You know, "Ray of Color" is very down, very hip, very now. "Ray of Light" is just a pale imitation.

Ray G.: But that was kinda the point.

Ray S.: No good. No good. Think of something else.

Ray G.: Ray-the-Man?

Ray S.: Why don't we take a caller?

Ray G.: Good idea.

Ray S.: Hello, you're on the air. What's your name and where are you calling from?

Ray C.: Hi. I'm Ray C. I'm calling from Vancouver, B.C.

Ray G.: Ray, what's on your mind?

Ray C.: Well I wanted to talk a-boat Canadian Rays.

Ray S.: What did he say? What did he say?

Ray G.: He said he wanted to talk a-boat something.

Ray S.: Cut him off! Cut him off!

Ray G.: Scram, Ray!

Ray S.: How did he get past the screeners?

Ray G.: I guess they're sleeping on the job.

Ray S.: Yeah, like the White House social secretary and the Secret Service. Do they think that any ol' Ray can boogie on in here?

Ray G.: Why don't we try another caller?

Ray S.: OK. But no funny stuff.

Ray G.: Hello. You're on the air. what's you're name and where are you calling from?

Ray N.: Hi. I'm Ray N. calling from Seattle.

Ray S.: Ray N. in Seattle. That's about right.

Ray G.: I'll say. What's on your mind, Ray?

Ray N. Nothing. I just wanted to hear my name on the radio.

Ray S.: Thanks for the call, Ray. Stay dry, brother.

Ray G.: We have time for one more caller. why don't you field this one?

Ray S.: Hello. You're on the air. What's your name and where are you calling from?

Ray V.: Hi, Great show, guys. Ray V. Calling from Ray County, Missouri.

Ray S.: A big shout out to all the Rays of Ray County!

Ray G.: Ditto.

Ray S.: Anything more you want to say, Ray?

Ray C.: Nope. You guys pretty much said it all.

Ray G.: Thanks for the call, Ray.

Ray S.: Well that's all the time we have for today.

Ray G.: I feel much better about having this national conversation. I like all national conversations, of course. But so many national conversations are just blah, blah, blah and nothing ever really gets said. This was a pretty good national conversation.

Ray S.: I guess. It was more like a national chit-chat.

Ray G.: We squeezed a lot in. The nation's much better off, now, and it's time to go, Ray.

Ray S.: OK. But before we go -- We still didn't come up with a moniker for you. If I'm a Ray of Color, what should we call you?

Ray G.: You can call me "Ray."

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Help Wanted

Philosopher King

We are a small benign protectorate nestled between the Carpathian Mountains and some very fine outlet stores. We have an immediate opening for an absolute ruler.

We have a stable mostly homogeneous population, which includes contented and subdued ethnic minorities populating many picturesque hamlets. Our protectorate was established in 1519 on the fringes of the Holy Roman Empire, when the Holy Romans were distracted by a resurgence of an ancient blood feud between the Visogoths and the Osopreps. Occupied throughout its history by every European power except Liechtenstein (for which it is not named), it became a sovereign state in 1806 during the Peripatetic Wars (so called because they moved around a lot). In 1815, it joined the Junior League.

Despite our small size (we are smaller than Connecticut, Rhode Island, and Hawaii combined), and lack of a single natural resource, or commerce, or industry, or calling plan that provides for free, unlimited minutes on nights and weekends, we have developed into a prosperous, barter economy with a vital customer service sector and the second highest per capita income in the world (after Liechtenstein). The maximum tax rate is 1% and the minimum tax rate is 0% (with the vast majority of the population opting for the minimum rate).

Requirements: The successful candidate will have a minimum of 5 years' experience having everything they touch turn to gold in spite of themselves (sort of like Chauncey Gardner in Jerzy Kosiński's "Being There"). Experience ruling a protectorate, while helpful, is not necessary; we will train. An associates degree or equivalent and impeccable references are required.

Job Description: The philosopher king serves as the Guardian of the Kallipolis (a made-up word with no meaning). Principal duties include: Cancelling elections, dismissing Parliament, demanding the resignation of the entire Cabinet, feuding with once friendly and loyal prelates, hypothesizing, equivocating, tergiversating, appeasing the masses with panem et circenses, and, of course, philosophising. Duties also include waving to adoring crowds from a balcony and some light typing. A pleasant telephone manner is a must.

Reports to: absolutely no one.

Benefits: We offer two weeks of paid vacation after the first year of service and three weeks after two years, and so forth. Vacation must be completed within two weeks, including transportation, and may not be combined with any other offer of employment. Blackout dates apply. Vacation must be taken in Liechtenstein. We contribute up to 40% of medical, 50% of dental, 60% of mental, and so forth. We also provide a generous 401K plan (which, perhaps is not as generous as it appears at first blush, as we are on the barter system, as you may recall).

Please send resume and salary* requirements to:

P.O. Box 1
King of Prussia, PA 19406

or call:

1-888-IAM-KING (Mr. Jeffries)

1-800-IAM-BOSS (Ms. Hannigan)

*Examples of acceptable salary requirements include, but are not limited to: animal skins, sticks, rocks, rollover minutes, dried peas.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Rap for my Zayde

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(Intro)

Uhh, uh-huh, yeah, yeah
Had gad ya
It's all about the Zuzim, eh, boychick?
Had gad ya
It's all about the Zuzim, eh, boychick?
Mensches, uhh

Verse 1-

(Puff Zayde)

Now...yo, lantzmen, yo ho and feh!
Hangin' wit the shiksahs every nite and day?
Wanna be kvetchers? Paper fetchers?
Shtarkers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the feinschmeckers -- yo!
On the low from Ike in the Taurus
Tryin to get my yedayim on the Grants like Maurice
Yeah, livin' large, all that treif chazzerai
BLT and lobster: Am Yisroel Chai!
But don't knock me for tellin' ye to stop
Pretendin' we can't see your goishe kop
Fingerin' the tchatzkies in the Christmas Tree Shops
Don't give it a second thought (what?), party til you plotz!
Drek the halls with ham spiced with ein biseleh cumin
e-vite Mr. Golf Pro mit Farbisseneh Punim
He'll show up at the same time as the ol' Makhatunim
It's all about the Zuzim, eh, what?
I get a fifty pound fresser plate for the village klutz
Five carats on my luppers mit die Antwerp cuts
Fugged about the shomer schtick, you'll be glad you did
Boychick, I am tellin' ya, s'iz shver tzu zein a yid

Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
Had gad ya
It's all about the Zuzim, eh, boychick?
Had gad ya
It's all about the Zuzim, eh, boychick?
Mensches, uhh


Verse 2-

(Judah-kiss)

I want a low-ridin' Lexus, so hot, I'm gonna schvitz
Drinkin' my plum brandy --say, what? my slivovitz
I miss Larry, Curly, Mo, I am so ferklempt
Got these lousy DVDs where Curly's always Shemp (huh!)
I'm so farblonjet
jus' wanna say "jet" (say what?)
jus' wanna "jet" to some place warm like, (uh!) Scottsdale

(Puff Zayde)

Whoa, Khaver, yo, Khaver, that's beyond the pale!

(Judah-kiss and Puff Zayde together)

Hoo Ha!

(Judah-kiss)

Yeah, yeah, keepin' it real, so hot I'm gonna melt
You got me so fermisht now, I'll do anything for gelt (Yo!)

I went to New Delhi, it aint so farshtinkener
But it aint so "new" and it got no good deli (Ironic!)
I asked for kasha varnishkeh; they give me calve's foot jelly!

(Puff Zayde)

Gevalt!

(Judah-kiss)

You tellin' me, Puff, it wasn't Second Avenue, and it wasn't haymish (uh!)
Gots to keep my homey's close, yo, gots to now, farshtay (uh!) ?
I can't come out to play now with no suicidal mane-ee (uh!)
Gots to hang with my mishpokhe
No more slummin in the souk (huh!)
You feel me, Hezbollah? (Yo!) You gettin' this, Hamas?
I got your number, Taliban, kush mir in tuchas

(Puff Zayde)

I'm kvelling, Judah Kiss, you lamden, (what?) Now that's Yiddisher kop!
Such shtik naches (huh!) It's all over the top.
I know it aint so easy, Kiss, I quote my Uncle Syd
"Ya gots ta keep on keepin' on, s'iz shver tzu zein a yid."

(Judah-kiss and Puff Zayde together):

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh! (say what?) Huh! (say what?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Meshuggeneh!

(Judah-kiss): Say what?

Had gad ya
It's all about the Zuzim, eh, boychick?
Had gad ya
It's all about the Zuzimin, eh, boychick?

Friday, November 27, 2009

That's Real Life, Baby!

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THE BRAVO NETWORK

(Home of Top Chef and Real Housewives)

[Redacted] MEMO

FROM: Brittney Silverstein, Asst. Vice Director of Program Development

TO: Megan Greenberg: Deputy Director of Mega-Revenue Enhancement

RE: Pitch for New Show in the 12 to 73 yr.-old demographic

DATE: Black Friday

CC: The Board

PRIORITY: High

_______________________________________________

The team reviewed a pitch for a new show from a Mrs. XXXXXX tentatively titled "Cooking on the Moon." The report and team reaction follow.

Synopsis: Contestants will vie for prizes based on their ability to follow recipes and create new and imaginative dishes to the satisfaction of a panel of aging celebrities. Unlike the the slew of other competitive cooking programs currently on air, this one will be shot entirely on location on the Moon. Contestants will shuttle back and forth between the Moon and Whole Foods each week in search of unique and exotic spices, and will be graded on their ability to execute typical sous chef tasks in near weightlessness.

At the end of each episode, the contestant with the lowest score will be told: "You've been 238,857thed." (a reference to the number of miles between Whole Foods and the Moon). This will be the tagline for the beautiful, but severe, hostess who, although she will know absolutely nothing about cooking, will take obvious delight in nixing the hapless amateurs who dare to expose their culinary shortcomings in front of an inter-stellar cable audience. (The tagline: "Houston, we have a problem," was considered briefly, but rejected, as it was surmised that the license fees would be exorbitant). The weekly loser will then be instructed to "Please put on your helmet, and return to the ship." The grand winner will win a year's supply of spices from Whole Foods.

Strategic Issues: BRAVO will need to partner with NASA to construct a permanent base on the Moon and to shuttle contestants, judges, crew, a studio audience, and thousands of pounds of material and fuel back and forth between Whole Foods and the Moon. Craft from the Space Shuttle program will have to be commandeered for programming purposes, and additional craft will have to be constructed to re-supply each shoot. Participants will need to be fitted out with gravity boots (which are still in the experimental stage at the Jet Propulsion Laboratory). The Network should be prepared to budget for these expenses, but will lobby NASA and Whole Foods to shoulder a portion of the costs.

Problems: Mrs. XXXXXXXX insists that all of the contestants and judges have "real lips and chins," and be "tattoo and piercing-free." She has also decreed that contestants speak in grammatically correct and complete English sentences. Moreover, she insists that contestants be articulate enough to express their disappointment and frustration without resorting to expletives, obviating the need for the high-pitched "censor" beeps that have become the hallmark of this Network. She also believes that the focus of the program should be about food and cooking, and not the "petty jealousies of shallow nitiwits whoring themselves out for their 15 minutes of fame."

Mrs. XXXXXXX demands that contestants not be expected to give fake "filler" interviews to nobody but the camera operators filming them (from a sideways angle), recounting with "stunningly banal detail" the "surprise challenge" that has just been revealed to the audience in the previous scene. Finally, Mrs. XXXXXXX insists that the ratio of heterosexual to homosexual judges be 2:1, and that there be no Canadians or judges with British accents.

Other Problems: While some degree of compromise is possible here, the team was unanimous in wondering aloud whether Mrs. XXXXXXX was from another planet for insisting that amateur chefs be tattoo and piercing-free. Further, she seems totally unaware of the Network rules mandating a minimum of 12 censor beeps per episode. Obviously, her insistence that heterosexual judges predominate on a reality cable show would cause costs to skyrocket (no pun intended!), as the pre-production people would need to triple or quadruple the numbers of applicants to find a qualified candidate. Finally, her insistence that contestants be able to construct complete and correct spoken sentences is not only unrealistic and absurd, it is laughable in the extreme, as is her notion that a cooking show should be forced to jettison the childlike personality conflicts between the semi-talented and the not-so-adept wannabees who deign to appear.

The team was stunned by the suggestion that there be no judges with British accents, and frankly, thought it exhibited the kind of jingoism that we assumed had been relegated to the dustbin of history. Aside from the obvious undertones of discrimination and unfairness in her putative condition precedent, implementing such a protocol, even if it were humanly possible (which, of course, it is not) would be a logistical nightmare.

Action Plan: Despite the obvious flaws in Mrs. XXXXXXX's vision (which, at times, contribute to a science fiction fantasy of what is and is not possible to pull off on television today), the team decided that her core idea was still sound, and agreed to ready production for a series pilot, after securing the rights from Mrs. XXXXXX upon payment of adequate consideration. The team thought that having a Gordon Ramsey-like instructor berating contestants by taking them outside the base and pushing their inedible concoctions into their faces would be a classy touch, and we are studying ways that this can be accomplished without having the food fly off the handle, so to speak, and up into a perpetual orbit around the Moon. That, of course, is the easy part; getting someone who pushes plates of food into people's faces with the same panache as Gordon Ramsey has (AND who DOESN'T have a British accent!!!), does seem a pretty tall order.

While the the gravity boots are being perfected and the Moon Base is under construction, it was agreed that Toronto would serve as a stand-in for the Moon, and filming would commence there immediately. However, the proposed title, "Cooking on the Moon," seemed to the team to be stilted and hackneyed.

The team has approved a working title we think better suited to programming of this genre: "Boo-Yah!"

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

CURRICULUM VITAE

Objective: To be restored to rightful place among high and mighty in the global community of potentates.

Education

ROYAL KING'S SCHOOL FOR GIFTED AND RICH BOYS

Dean's List (nominated [by mother]) 1,2,3,4

National Humor Society: 1,3,4

Red Rover: 1, (co-vice captain), 3

Milk Carton Marshal: 3

Hall Monitor: 2,4

Eraser Cleaner-Assistant: 2,3,4



KING'S FAMILY MEMBERS SECONDARY SCHOOL

Chess [equipment manager] 2,4

Newspaper (hawker) 1,2,3,4

Student Government (interrupter of speeches while wearing beret at jaunty angle and screaming in reverent yet wistful tones of Che Guevara, Castro (Fidel, not Raoul!), Noam Chomsky, Hugo Chavez, Lenin, Lenny Bruce, and Abba): 4

International Friendship and Sleeping Late Society: 3,4

Poetry Slam: 4 (Honorable Mention: "Most Incomprehensible Rant")

Leadership Council (on standby) 1,2,3,4

Stand Up: 2

Cafeteria: 3

Soccer: 2

Voted: "Most likely to realize pitfalls of truancy and sloth"



ON-LINE UNIVERSITY OF THE EAST

Laude

King's Prize for Study of Coos, Coups, and Coops. Thesis: "How Some Chickens Suffocate the 'Boss' Chickens to Overthrow the Counter-Revolutionary Power Structure, Escape from Their Cages, and Live Among the Pigeons -- a Machiavellian Interpretation."

Cafeteria: 4




ON-LINE UNIVERSITY OF THE EAST -- POST GRADUATE

Coursework.

Master's (All but thesis and 397 course hours).

Thesis: TBD -- "To be Determined" (actual name of thesis).



PRACTICAL EXPERIENCE

Appointed deputy to the undersecretary for intergovernmental affairs. (re-appointed 5 consecutive terms [except year 3 -- recovering from shingles])

Appointed Assistant to Secretary General for External and Internal Government Affairs. (3 consecutive years)

Appointed Secretary General of the Particular Assembly

Appointed Clerk of the General Assembly

Assumed Control of the Government amidst the chaos of the "Pool Coup" (a/k/a the "Chicken Revolt" of Aught Four).

Ruled with an Iron Fist but a human face while taking the nation to Hell in a Hand Basket. Allowed dozens of political prisoners to write postcards to Amnesty International, provided they reimbursed the government for postage.

Elected as "Observer" to the United Nations Human Rights Council by the other despots on the Council.

Exalted as "Dear Leader" by the Great Pool Hall of the People for unilaterally canceling the diplomatic mission's NYC parking tickets.

Deposed in the Bourgeois Revolt of Aught Eight (a/k/a: the "Pigeon Revolt").

INTERNATIONAL COURT OF JUSTICE, THE HAGUE

Exonerated!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (on all but 19 of the most serious charges of human rights violations). On appeal.



PUBLICATIONS

"How Some Chickens Suffocate the 'Boss' Chickens to Overthrow the Counter-Revolutionary Power Structure, Escape from Their Cages, and Live Among the Pigeons," Roadside Stand Review, Spring, Vol. 4



AWARDS

Spider Solitaire -- Top 9 scorer under nom de guerre of "Guerre."



OTHER SKILLS

WebPro -- Intermediate level

Texting (very fast while driving)



REFERENCES

Upon request to the United Nations Human Rights Council


FAVORITE SONG

"Dancing Queen"

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

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