August 18, 2008
Worst. News analysis. Ever.
This could well be it. Of course, it may be fabricated, in which case, it’d be much less awfully funny, and funnily awful.
August 18, 2008
This could well be it. Of course, it may be fabricated, in which case, it’d be much less awfully funny, and funnily awful.
August 16, 2008
The new edition of the Philosophical Lexicon is out. Compiled by Daniel Dennett and Asbjørn Steglich-Petersen, the PL compiles witty definitions of philosophers’ names. It focuses on recent philosophers, and it’s full of in jokes, almost all of which I don’t get.
Here are some samples:
rand, n. An angry tirade occasioned by mistaking philosophical disagreement for a personal attack and/or evidence of unspeakable moral corruption. “When I questioned his second premise, he flew into a rand.” Also, to attack or stigmatise through a rand. “When I defended socialised medicine, I was randed as a communist.”
turing, v. To travel from one point to another in simple, discrete steps, without actually knowing where one is going, or why. Hence, turing machine, n. A form of transportation that became popular with adventurous but aimless souls without motorcycles in the 1960s. Also tur, n. Such a travel; used especially metaphorically, “Searle’s lecture comprised a grand tur of every inconceivable position in the literature, and ironically “The latest book on connectionism is a real tur de feys”.
Isn’t this the sort of thing we’d do as a wiki these days? (BTW, I am listed as one of the many contributors, but it had to be 25 years ago and I don’t remember which is mine. Buber, maybe?)
August 13, 2008
Stuart Shepard of Focus on the Family says he was aiming at being “mildly humorous” in his video asking “lots of people” to pray for “torrential” rain two minutes before Obama gives his outdoor acceptance speech, an aim I think Shepard achieved:
Apparently, this video has gotten some people bent out of shape, but I think we ought to take Shepard up on it. He says that even though some other people will be praying that the weather be clear and mild, “it’s not a contest.” Well, why not? Let’s have a good old-fashioned Ba’al smackdown. Let’s all put on our prayer caps*, and if there isn’t a torrential rain exactly two minutes before Obama speaks, we’ll know which side G-d is on. Then, both sides can stop campaigning as the voters dutifully ratify G-d’s will.
So, no torrential rain two minutes before Obama speaks means the Republicans have to acknowledge that the Creator prefers the Democrat. I’m ready to take that bet!
*Attire may vary by religion. Consult your local priest, rabbi, imam, or Tom Cruise for details. Children of G-d are ineligible to enter. In case of dispute, whether the rain was “torrential” will be decided by an interfaith panel of meteorologists. “Two minutes before” will be interpreted as meaning two minutes before Obama is standing on his network-assigned mark. Given G-d’s well-known punctuality, but factoring in the time it takes for rain to descend, there will be a 3 second grace period given, so to speak. In case of tie, the winner will be decided by seeing whether the Republican convention is hit with a plague of lobbyists.
August 12, 2008
Today’s English lesson: Are the people in this video geeks, nerds, or dorks?
Answer: They are geeks who are not ashamed of appearing dorky, if it will further their nerdy loves.
(Asbestos: I love this video. I think it ought to be shown right next to the Sesame Street song about how a bill becomes law.)
August 4, 2008
I hadn’t heard of this highly existential and meaningful comic strip until I read a comment about a BoingBoing piece on a different strip that it calls the worst ever.
August 3, 2008
I took an extra napkin from a Taco Bell for unspecified use “later.”
I sat on a bench on a hot day, enjoying the breeze as the man next to me fanned himself.
I read the headlines of a newspaper that was for sale in a kiosk box.
I divided a single-serving DingDong in two, and had it for dessert on two consecutive days.
I listened all the way through to a Metallica song emanating from my neighbor’s radio, but closed my window when the commercial came on.
I remembered the movie times in my newspaper from the day before so I wouldn’t have to buy a copy of the paper today.
When a friend’s cat chose my lap to sit in, I petted it, precisely to discourage it from moving to the lap of its rightful owner.
I said “What a long, strange trip it’s been” without air quotes.
On the Amtrak “quiet car,” I listened to a man in the seat ahead of me explaining to the bored woman next to him how he gets such a great shine on his shoes. I have since used his technique, successfully.
I have stared carefully at reproductions of great paintings.
I asked for and received a “tasting spoon” of mint pistachio ice cream, anticipating, correctly, that I would not like it.
I smelled the aromatherapy candles through their wrappings at the Stop ‘n’ Shop.
Frequently have I browsed stores with absolutely no intent to purchase. On some such occasions, I have felt fabrics I did not intend to buy.
I placed a bag on the seat next to me on the subway.
I continued to wear in public running shoes after the Nike “swoosh” wore off.
In a Italian restaurant, I entered their “win a free lunch” contest by putting into the jar a business card from a job I had recently left, with my new phone number written in by hand.
I have retold the joke about the man who meets a pirate in a bar without ever once explicitly acknowledging that I was not its author.
I gazed with lust at another man’s bikini-clad wife.
I deeply inhaled the smell of popcorn in a movie theater, but I did not buy any.
One late summer evening, I purposefully and with intent committed to memory the purple of the clouds. That I still remember the edge of the chill was unpremeditated, however.
Via Slashdot (with a link to the authenticating photo):
“Preparing for English-speaking visitors, a restaurant in China recently ran its name through an online translator, took the result, then purchased and mounted a large sign displaying the English version of their name: Translate Server Error.”
July 30, 2008
A current Twitter conversation topic: Is the daily comic F Minus the rightful heir to the Far Side?
July 27, 2008
The Guardian’s satire of citizen media has some biting lines, but it’ll be interesting to see how funny — that is, truthful — it seems in, say, five years.