Overall, I'd say I get very little respect

I laughed out loud at Letterman last night. The bit was Rodney Dangerfield's act in the style of a Mark Twain one man show - a comedy mash-up. Too short. My favorite was this line: "I remember the first time I made love to my wife, she started crying. I said, 'Are you going to hate yourself in the morning?' She said, 'No, I hate myself now.'"

Wieners and wet buns

I'm embarrassed by how much I care about and know about the Nathan's hot dog eating contest. For the sake of brevity, I'll keep this to a single link.

Only the New York Times would use words like "hyperbolic", "gravitas" and "effluvia" in reviewing a hot dog eating contest. I love it. The article refers to the contest as...

17 contestants jamming wieners and wet buns down their eager yaps for the greater glory of gross intemperance

New York Times, you had me at "jamming wieners"

I'd buy that for a dollar

The snack machine on my floor never takes my dollar bills, but I outsmarted it. I put my dollar into the Coke machine, then press the "reject" button. Tada! Four shiny quarters. Sorry, Coke machine, helloooo Bugles! Today I put my dollar into the Coke machine, pressed the reset button and it gave me change in Nickels! Clink clink clink clink clink clink clink clink clink clink clink clink clink clink clink clink clink clink clink clink. The bastard's on to me.

Thanks for reading about my exciting day. To get your mind off of it, read these quotes from Married...with Children. I actually laughed out loud.

Another brilliant google suggest poem

How do you

How do you solve a problem like maria
how do you tie a tie
how do you know if your pregnant
how do you know if you are pregnant
how do you like them apples
how do you get aids
how do you talk to an angel
how do you do
how do you make out
how do you say merry christmas in german

Best photo ever

Apparently, high school student Michael Carmichael accidentally dropped a baseball in paint in the mid 1960's. He then painted it and dipped it in paint over and over again until it was the size of a football. He donated it to the Indiana Soldiers' and Sailors' Children's Home Museum. They wouldn't give it back so he started with a fresh baseball in 1977. It now has over 20,000 coats of paint and weighs 1800 pounds. Michael's wife Glenda has painted thousands of coats herself. You can read about it here or see Mike's own page here, but you only need to look at that picture to get the whole story. Look how sad Glenda is in that "my husband's been painting a baseball for almost 30 years" way. See how the disembodied clowns with dental problems mock her and not him. It's almost too heartbreaking to look at. That's life right there. Mike is Sisyphus voluntarily and happily rolling a giant ball. Glenda is his long-suffering wife who sees life as it is: a pointless endless series of coats of paint. This couple illustrates your two choices: paint and be happy, or don't and be unhappy. A brilliant unintended piece of photojournalism.

New content and my balls

Okay, internet, here's something that you don't know because I overheard it on the subway out there in meatspace. On the 2 train, I overheard one guy say totally without irony:

The tyranny of children is having to watch their entertainment.

Dude! Tyranny? I admit that you give up a certain amount of liberty when you become a parent, but there's worse stuff out there than watching Bob the Builder. I, for one, get smacked in the balls much more frequently since I became a father. The shortness plus flailing around is a bad combination. Some days I expect to hear Bob Saget's voice-over narrating the experience.

A piece of useless crap that is more important to me because I read it in print before I saw it online

Dan Savage is a sex advice columnist. In his Feb 28 2007 "Savage Love" column in the Village Voice (I'm too lazy to find the online version), he chastised a reader for fantasizing about Anna Nicole Simpson now that she's dead. I think he was wrong to fantasize about her before she was dead, but that's just me. In doing so, Savage listed some random dead people. Whenever I think of a random dead person I think of Abraham Lincoln - just a lazy habit from my youth. Dan's list made me laugh out loud. Here it is out of context 'cause I'm blogging, not writing for the New York Times:

Which is why no one beats off to James Dean or River Phoenix or Marilyn Monroe or Mary Todd Lincoln without feeling a little creepy, a little hopeless, and a little closer to the grave himself.

First of all, he broke the "three things" comedy rule by mentioning four things. Secondly, Mary Todd Lincoln. IITL!

Another Google Suggest Poem

why do


why do cats purr
why do we have christmas trees
why do we celebrate christmas
why do people smoke
why do men cheat
why do fools fall in love
why do we yawn
why do we dream
why do birds suddenly appear
why do all good things come to an end

How could anyone possibly...derive pleasure from that?

Have some fun with Google's suggest feature. Google tries to predict what you'll type next based on what a gajillion people have searched for before you. It's kind of like The Interrupter, but more useful. You're supposed to use it to search with less typing, but I think it's useful for other stuff. Like this: "The murderer is" gives one result: "The murderer is my wife". Uh Oh.

I also wrote some poetry with the help of suggest. I wrote the title, and google wrote the poem. I love google. I hate poetry.

Fatty Fat
fatty fatty
fatty fatty two by four
fatty fatty boom boom
fatty fat fat
fatty fatty mcfatpants
fatty fatty bum bum
fatty fat fat fat
fatty fatty fat fat
fatty fatty 2x4
fatty fatty 2 by 4

Where can
where can i buy a wii
where can i buy a nintendo wii
where can i get a wii
where can i find a wii
where can i buy nintendo wii
where can i get a nintendo wii
where can i buy wii
where can i find a nintendo wii
where can i buy a ps3
where can i buy the wii

My Brother is
my brother is a soldier
my brother is a marine
my brother is dead
my brother is stupid
my brother is a dog
my brother is a quarterback
my brother is an asshole
my brother is annoying
my brother is getting married

My Husband D
my husband doesnt love me
my husbank doesnt love me anymore
my husband doesnt talk to me
my husbank doesnt work
my husband doesnt appreciate me
my husband doesnt want kids
my husband doesnt want me
my husband drinks too much
my husband died

God An
god and goddesses
god and goddess
god and science
god and jesus
god and devil show
god and the devil are raging inside me
god and me
god and country
god and marriage
good and evil

Password as mantra

I had a coworker, let's call him 'Michael' (that was his name) who disliked another coworker 'Ted' (the other guy's name). Michael's password was "killted". It must have been cathartic to type "killted" multiple times a day, every day, for months. I wondered if that was a cause or effect of Michael's mean spiritedness.

Your password is a kind of mantra, one that you type rather than say over and over. I tried changing my password to a more life-affirming one.

There is a benefit of an angry password. When someone wants to use your account this happens:

• sloppy fat jerk: What's your password?

• you: Just type "I'm a sloppy fat jerk"

If they're not willing to type it, they can't use your computer, jerk.

Survey time

Can someone out there help? I can't decide which one of these is more erotic. They sure look good together.

consumer electronics recapitulate video game history

It's time to finally write down my theory from at least 10 years ago when I noticed how excited people were to play simple games such as hangman on the web when 8-bit computers like the Apple ][ did it over a decade earlier. The theory in a nutshell is:

As a technology develops the games it can play retraces the history of video games

It's either profound or obvious. There are some exceptions to the rule- most notably Tetris which seems to belong in the late 1970's but debuted in 1985. Plus, of course, some devices are better at certain types of games than others.

So where are we in 2007? People are playing early 1990's games in flash. We can now play Doom (1993) on digital cameras, PDAs, and MP3 players but not without a lot of hacking. These are often linux squeezed onto a consumer electronics device that runs a linux version of Doom. I'm not sure if I should count this kind of hackery.

Speaking of MP3 players, I recently bought my wife a brand new state-of-the-art Apple ipod nano. It comes with four games - two are arcade games: Arrow (a game like Hustle from 1977) and Breakout ( like Breakout from 1976 but not as sophisticated as Super Breakout from 1977). The other two games are a quiz game and solitaire. Videogame versions of those are from the mid 80's at the latest.

Hume Videos

In the forward to a Nancy compilation I have, Ernie Bushmiller's comics are referred to as "hume" ( as in "there's hume, humor, and humest"). No one laughs out loud at Nancy. Here's some "hume" videos: Donald Rumsfeld being silly, a schoolbus driver yukking it up, kids throwing ping-pong balls around and a crazy Japanese Pac-Man reenactment.

True this

What's your favorite 100-year old comic strip? Mine is The Outbursts of Everett True. It's a two-panel strip. Mr. True gets irritated in panel one and beats the crap out of the object of his irritation in panel 2. Really, what more do you need? More info here, but the first link is all you really need.