So over on Facebook, I've been re-connecting with various folks from my "bright high school" days at Eleanor Roosevelt
State PenitentiarySenior High. One of my most recent re-connections was with Mike Litterst, who was the principal catalyst behind the formation of the National Mediocre Society during our junior year*. His greeting message to me was as follows:
J. Greg - what up!? Are you still mediocre? My son tried to revive the National Mediocre Society at his high school, but they weren't nearly as tolerant as ERHS.
And I am struck by the Muse of the Perverse, which typically happens when I am not particularly engaged in a specific activity, in conjunction with encountering some random bit of information that I find oddly amusing, aggravating or interesting. And lo', thus spake the Muse:
Dude, I am beyond mediocre. We are talking inherently beige, almost but not quite completely flavorless, and smooth to the verge of being featureless. My mediocrity has reached a level that is transcendental, surpassing all other manifestations of mediocrity, blinding in its baleful florescent glow.
Or perhaps I exaggerate. It is so hard to separate reality from surreality these days.
Pity that your son's high school manifests the same lack of humor that seems to pervade the public school systems these days. Imagine starting a snowball battle in a high school today - the SWAT teams would be called in, the crisis intervention therapists would descend, and parents would be suing the school and the families of those who threw snowballs for causing lifelong trauma to their destined for burger flipping child.
The world is going to Hell. No handbasket, no passing GO, no collecting $200. Just straight to Hell. Or Hoboken, whichever's closest.
And how are _you_?
I'm telling you right now, if I had tried to make that stuff up intentionally, I'd have hit a dry spell the size of the Sahara. Spontaneous inspiration, without the lubrication of alcholic spirits or the catalyst of mind expanding substances.
*So there were a number of arrogant pricks of both gender in the National Honor Society, who took particular pleasure in looking down their noses at those people who were not "in". The National Mediocre Society was our response, in effect claiming solidarity in our lack of desire to be overachievers. It should be noted that we were all students in the Science and Technology program at ERSH, so none of us were particulary "mediocre", but rather some of us were particularly unmotivated and rather fed up with the arrogant attitude. I dare say the National Mediocre Society had more fun than the National Honor Society, especially given Mr. Litterst's infamous "Special Olympics" morning announcement and Fred "Purple" Hayes' even more infamous "Happiness Is Not A Warm Puppy" speech at our first National Mediocre Society abduction ceremony.
So, there is this animated short that I saw once at Balticon back when it was at the Hunt Valley Marriott before Balticon took up residence downtown in the 90's. I saw it with Paul Loeschke, and we've beem using the refrain from it for years as our personal joke - sounds like 'nyeh nyeh, nyeh nyeh nyeh', in a soft voice, with a slow pacing. Eventually we figured out the name of the short: "The Man Who Had To Sing", by Milan Blazekovic. Ever since then we've been looking for it, but haven't found a copy online or on a purchasble medium. But I did come across a sample of Blazekovic's work, which I am happy to share with you here.
Ganked from das popfiend:
I'm gonna pick a TV show.
Your mission should you decide to accept it is to cast the show with people from your f-list.
The show: Gilligan's Island
Ganked shamelessly from ninjacooter, I give you the rest of the story. Apparently you can make this kind of stuff up... reminds me of something an old friend wrote long ago back in the days of Memoline (don't worry if you don't get that last reference, it's obscure, to the point of being invisible... move along... nothing to see...)
And don't ask why I am up at this hour. Just don't.
A cute bit of family-safe Christmas humor...
It was the day after Christmas at a church in San Francisco. The pastor of the church was looking over the crèche when he noticed that the baby Jesus was missing from among the figures. He hurried outside and saw a little boy with a red wagon, and in the wagon was the figure of the little infant Jesus.
So he walked up to the boy and said, "Well, where did you get your passenger, my fine friend?"
The little boy replied, "I got Him at church."
"And why did you take Him?"
The boy explained, "Well, about a week before Christmas I prayed to the little Lord Jesus and I told Him if He would bring me a red wagon for Christmas I would give Him a ride around the block in it."
I'm not sure why, but I had even more trouble getting to sleep tonight than last night, and that is saying something. I couldn't seem to get comfortable for some reason, and it just didn't feel like my CPAP mask was on quite right. So about 2:15 I said "f*ck it", and got up. I'd been idling about, hoping that maybe I'd start to feel sleepy, but no dice. I guess my stress level with all the things left undone has reached the "and you're not getting any sleep either" stage. *sigh*
Anywhoot, since I am up, I might as well close out some tabs and post some links for y'all. No sense in me being the only one wasting time, now is there?
- From Boing Boing, small USB speakers that don't suck. Very interesting. Anyone come across these before?
- From the local Seattle newspaper (well, it's local if you're in Seattle, so bite me), that butter aroma might be toxic, too. No really, they found yet another thing that's bad for you. Like breathing the air and drinking the water aren't bad enough.
- On a more serious note, another link from Boing Boing is probably worth a read regarding the militarization of our police and raids gone wrong. Aggression only begets more aggression, and our ill-founded "War on Drugs" continues to entrench itself in daily American life deeper than any of the anti-terrorism crap. Hey Sparky, you can't keep drugs out of this country, what makes you think you can keep out terrorists and the nasties they want to spring on the good old U S of A? Here's a novel idea - decriminalize drugs, treat it like a health problem, and spend the savings on protecting our borders. Like that'll do any good either.
- From Jared Axelrod over on Twitter, comes a link to Shapeshifter, which is a very interesting little bit of animation tool-kit-ery. Web-based, using a limited number of base shapes, folks have come up with some really neat stuff.
- From the Washington Post, D.C. Asks Supreme Court to Back Gun Ban. This could bring the two schools of thought on how to interpret the Second Amendment - personal right vs. civil/community right. Thanks for the ambiguity, almighty founders of this country. I personally believe in the individual's right to own firearms - yes, I know what I said about aggression. I think the authors of the U.S. Constitution were thinking (and I seem to remember some kind of quote attributable to one of them that bespeaks armed insurrection) that the only way to keep a tyrannical government in check is for the citizenry to be armed. It's the only language some chuckleheads understand, including you-know-who in the big white house.
Also from the Washington Post, Yossi Melman says cut out the hyprocrisy on terrorism. Amen brother, I couldn't have said it better myself. In many ways the various sovereign nations have created the
quagmiresituation we're in with these terrorist elements. If we'd kept our noses out of other people's business and focused on our own domestic programs, I suspect that the number of people who hate the U.S> would be significantly less.
- To end on a serious but humorous note by way of Evo Terra on Twitter, here's an "attention grabbing" approach to promoting breast cancer awareness - Save 2nd Base! Yes, it's cheesy, but you won't soon forget it, which is rather the point isn't it???
Half an hour is enough on this. Note that I am still not sleepy. S-T-R-E-S-S.
Today is the first day of a three day weekend dedicated to "tying up loose ends" such as taxes, general clutter and the like. As my brain adjusts to being upright, I figured I would snag some low hanging fruit by closing some browser tabs and sharing some humor that's been piling up this week in my browser. It's a mixed bag, but hey, so am I! So without any further ado, and in no particular order:
- From my Twitter friends comes Girls Drawin Girls. Probably NSFW, this is a cartoon/manga pin-up project of women through the ages drawn by women. Some very nice artwork there, along with the obligatory fan service.
- From pafischer via his Twitter feed, we give you this sign that should be hanging up over every self-respecting tech's desk.
- Also from Duck Boy, this video he took along the road to the 2007 Worldcon that he prefaced with "Mini G's new girlfriend?". Can you say "stereo" boys and girls?
- From the Twitter feed of Evo Terra for all you WordPress junkies, I give you the Douche Bag plug-in.
- The LJ-less Sherri (boozeandmixer, you need to do something about that) sent us along a link to Wii Damage after we spent a nice chunk of time burning in the new Wii here in Fredneck. Tales of woe they are... no wonder we'll be re-arranging the rec room on Monday!
- Also from the Short One, a NSFW parody of the Apple "I'm a Mac, I'm a PC" commercials - I'm a Wii, I'm a PS3. I highly recommend not drinking anything while watching this folks... in fact, you probably want to empty your bladder beforehand while you're at it.
- After watching the video from Sherri, I clicked on one of the other links and saw this gem. Wait for it - the punchline is worth it. Not right.
And finally I must say damn you Activision!!! I'm not even finished with the original Guitar Hero!
More links later... some items of a more serious nature, because there were quite a few things in the news to put a twist in my knickers this week, along with a few things that made me feel better.
(Ganked from an e-mail from LJ-less GeoK)
Apple Computer announced today that it has developed a computer chip that can store and play music in women's breast implants.
The iTit will cost $499 or $599 depending on size. This is considered to be a major breakthrough because women are always complaining about men staring at their breasts and not listening to them.