Jun 29, 2007

Introducing The Code Blue Burger™

After much brainstorming with my boss in a long-running joke around the office, I am proud to introduce The Code Blue Burger™...quite possibly the most unhealthful burger known to man. No veggies, absolutely nothing that isn't condemned by your cardiologist and guaranteed to give you a lethal heart attack within one hour or its free.

It weighs in at a grand total of three pounds. Any nutrients contained within are cancelled out by all kinds of fats, nitrates and miscellaneous artery-clogging materials too numerous to mention by name. It's the gastric equivalent of bungee jumping with a chain. If it makes it that far, it'll shred your intestines like paper in a monsoon. It'll hit your blood stream like a shot from a cannonball. Not for the weak. Not recommended for the strong, either. Make your peace with God and dig in!

Let's look at the breakdown* of this monster:

1. Enriched white bun. No sesame seeds. Extra starches. No nutritional value whatsoever.

2. Two 3/4 lb. half-beef, half-pork sausage patties, painstakenly injected with garlic butter.

3. Four layers of oil-based American cheese with none of that pesky lactose or calcium to get in your way.

4. Two strips of thick-cut, fat-heavy peppered bacon. One strip crispy, one strip soft.

5. Thick layer of mayonaise.

6. The whole burger deep-fried Monte Cristo style!

7. A hefty scoop of four-alarm, five-meat chili.

8. A hearty layer of the finest cheese-like sauce...from a can!

9. White gravy.

10. More canned cheese.

11. Brown gravy.

12. Two bonus strips of that yummy peppered bacon.

13. For a real taste explosion, we add a layer of Hollandaise sauce.

14. To bring it all home, a fried egg on top.


Consume at your own risk. A liability waiver must be signed and witnessed by a notary public before ordering. Jalapeno peppers available by request.

* Please note the irony of using the word "breakdown" in any form in regards to this burger, as it will not break down under any circumstances (in the stomach, in a landfill, anywhere).

Jun 28, 2007

I'm sorry, which finishing school did you graduate from?

I got into a bit of a tiff with a co-worker today. This guy works in the back of the shop, he's younger, and in most of my interactions with him, his sense of humor is immature at best. Usually I can just tune him out. But today, he kinda crossed a line with me.

I got some sesame chicken from Egg Roll Express. The food isn't particularly good, but I keep going back just because I think the guy running the place is hilarious. Every time he hands you your order, he always says, Have a good one!", but with his thick accent, it comes out as "Avagoowonn!"

I head back to the office with my food, intending to "Avagoowonn!" I head back to the break room, grab a soda and get ready to eat. This guys comes out of the restroom, takes one look at my food and says, "Man, I just shit something out that looks just like that!"

I just looked him in the eye and told him to leave. Now.

I wanted to just eat my lunch in peace and without it being compared to a bowel movement. One would think that this is a right that falls under the category of goes without saying. However, the rest of the day, any time I saw this guy, he would ask me if I shit it out yet, whether I thought it would look the same as it did going in, and why I was getting so upset about it?

My answers were: "Shut the fuck up.", "Seriously, shut the fuck up.", and "Because after I turned ten, shit stopped being funny, particularly when it's relating to what I was eating at that very moment." I told the guy to name me one situation, aside from Rodney Dangerfield entering a country club dining hall, where that kind of talk is remotely appropriate. His response: "What? Don't you ever take a shit?"

Yes, I shit quite normally, thanks for asking, but that doesn't mean I use it as a basis of comparison for anything, much less what I decide to eat! Is this how you order your food at a restaurant? Yes, I'll have the huge dump, a couple of fizzies, a squirter and a double-groaner.

Towards the end of the day, Any time this guy so much as made eye contact with me, I gave him a pre-emptive shut-the-fuck-up. The thing that tickled me most about this was that this guy has a girlfriend. Wow. What a courtship this must've been! Did he woo her by belching the alphabet and lighting his farts on fire?

To quote Bill Hicks, "And I'm not getting laid?"

Jun 26, 2007

Horrible double features that would look great on a marquee together

The Mask (with Jim Carrey) / Mask (with Cher)

Stepmom / Stepfather

The Departed / The Arrival

Dead Calm / High Anxiety

Dog Day Afternoon / K-9

28 Days / 28 Days Later

Airplane / Crash

Clerks / Shopgirl

Before Sunset / After the Sunset

Thief / Dude, Where's My Car?

The Good, The Bad & The Ugly / Sex, Lies & Videotape

Network / Anchorman

Jackie Brown / Meet Joe Black

Just Like Heaven / From Hell

What's the Worst That Could Happen? / Knocked Up

Seven / 8 1/2

I gotta waive my right to party

I was supposed to be throwing a party on July 7th. I was hoping for it to be a great time. I had a great theme, a perfect plan, and all of the best intentions, and then the forces of the universe conspired to ruin it all before anything could really happen. I now have been forced to cancel the party. Shit.

It was bad enough that most of the invitees would be out of town and/or have a gig to play, but there were two straws that broke the camel's back:

1) Two days after I sent out the e-vites to the party, my boss told me that a big project would be coming in on the 6th, and it would need to be completed by the 9th. There went that weekend. However, the party would still be doable if it hadn't been for...

2) Last night, my friend Mary called me to let me know that she and Amy had been offered a gig at the Mercury Lounge that night. No party of mine takes priority over a paying gig, and besides, it wouldn't be the same without them there.

So, maybe I'll reschedule the party for sometime in August. Fingers crossed.

Jun 25, 2007

Monday Night Caption Contest

Post your captions in the comment section below.

Here are mine:

1. Worst prom king and queen EVER!

2. Rejected success story for eHarmony.com.


The winner of last week's caption contest will be announced next Monday.


The winner of June 11th's contest is Candace with the caption: "You may represent the Lolli-pop Guild, but we're little bitches with ray guns."

Jun 24, 2007

Welcome to JadeDate, because bitter, cynical assholes need love, too

Thanks for choosing JadeDate, the online dating service for the unhappy and the malcontent. Let's get you started, I guess.


Why JadeDate?

Perhaps you've been rejected one (or twenty) too many times. Perhaps eHarmony rejected your profile and keeps sending you spam for psychological counseling. Have you ever had to have been explained the subtle differences between "like", "love" and "in love" more than five times in your lifetime? Has "let's just be friends" ever turned out to mean "the guy I'm now sleeping with is coming to pick me up in five minutes to take me on a ride in his Trans Am"? Has your most meaningful relationship in years been a five-minute speed date session?

If you answered "Don't remind me" to any of those questions, then JadeDate may be the answer for you.


Starting your profile:

About you:

Answer the following questions, as bluntly as you can:
Name:___________________________
Age:___________________________
I am a: ( ) Man ( ) Woman ( ) Unsure at this point in my life
Are you: ( ) single ( ) divorced ( ) I guess you can technically call it married
Do you smoke? ( ) yes ( ) no
Do you drink? ( ) yes ( ) no
If no, why the hell not?___________________________
To you, love is: ( ) A battlefield ( ) Dead ( ) A cruel joke
( ) A marketing concept perpetrated by Madison Avenue
( ) For people not in touch with the harsh realities of the world
( ) Something I felt...once...for a short while...sigh...
( ) Other___________________________
I live: ( ) alone ( ) with roommates ( ) do pets count?
A first date with me tends to include one or more of the following:
( ) Dinner ( ) Weaseling out of paying the check
( ) Movie ( ) Dollar theater ( ) Sneaking in
( ) Drinks ( ) More drinks ( ) With roofies
( ) Awkward goodnight kiss ( ) With groping
( ) Sex ( ) Gets a little rough ( ) Lots of crying
( ) Breakfast ( ) Sneaking out quietly
( ) Marriage proposal ( ) Calling the cops
Touchy issues (choose all that apply): ( ) Committment
( ) Family ( ) Finances ( ) Past relationships
( ) Sex ( ) Politics ( ) Religion
( ) Talking about me ( ) Talking about you
( ) Kirk vs. Picard ( ) Did Han Solo shoot first?
( ) Other___________________________
Photo (optional, we understand): (upload)


Who you're looking for:

I am looking for a: ( ) Man ( ) Woman ( ) Whatever

Okay, let's face it, that's all we need to ask about what you're looking for. Seriously, if you're coming to us, you can't be that picky.


How to use JadeDate:

This is a free service. Just look through our profiles, and contact them at your own leisure/risk.


Terms and conditions:

JadeDate accepts no responsibility for whatever happens to you now. If it works out, we'd love to hear from you in hopes for a "success stories" section on our website, but we're really not holding our breath. If it doesn't work out, we are not liable, so don't come bitching to us. It's free, so you can't sue us for your money back. And remember, no means no.

Jun 22, 2007

Outraged yet?

Paris Hilton spends less than a month in jail, and NBC is gonna pay her $1 million for her first interview after her release. There are people starving in this country, there are injustices carried out every day, there are wars being fought, people are dying, and a woman who is already worth millions upon millions of dollars, for which she has not earned one penny, is getting paid more than I would make in a lifetime to talk about being held in county lockup for less than a month for driving on a suspended license.

See, this is why the aliens haven't landed and shared their wisdom and technology with us. Because they know we, as a society, are fucking morons who wouldn't know an a real news story unless it was made into a major motion picture with the star getting paid $20 million. Even then, the movie wouldn't make much money because that star wasn't Lindsay Lohan or Larry the Cable Guy.

I guarantee you, the day cancer is cured, it'll be a minor bulletpoint in the news while shit like this will get the banner headline.

Jun 19, 2007

I like pie

I just got home from watching the movie "Waitress'. While I considered what I would write in a review of the film, I got the crazy idea NOT to write a review of the film. It's an excellent film that deserves to be watched knowing as little as possible about the plot. All I will say is, just try to watch this film without getting a craving for pie afterwards...and I got one question: Why is "Earl" the new go-to name for selfish, unredeemable asshole characters? Between the Dixie Chicks and this movie, the name Earl will always be associated with abusive husbands. My dad's name was Earl, for Christ's sake!

...Gee, you know a movie must be good if that's he only thing I have a bone to pick about it. At least "My Name is Earl" is attempting to make the name good again.

Jun 18, 2007

Monday Night Caption Contest

Post your captions in the comment section below.

Here are mine for the week:

1. "Oh, shit. No one move. I just lost a contact."

2. "Frank, I swear to God, if you make another smartass comment the next time I tell you I need suction over here, I'm gonna bury a ten blade in your fucking eye socket."


The winner of last week's contest will be announced next Monday.


June 4th's winner
is Candace, with the caption: "Take that Susan from Tennesee, this pot of Texas Holdem is going to buy me a new habit!"

Jun 17, 2007

Fathers

Today is Father's Day. In my life, I've had four father figures to look up to, and I think of them all every day, I'll be writing about them today:

1. Earl Fritschie was my father. He was a wonderful father. While I still have trouble remembering most of my childhood, many of them were happy memories of my family and particularly of my father. My parents divorced when I was eleven, and the reasons for which were not made clear to me for several years afterward. And while that chain of events has had a profound effect on my view of relationships, and has led me to worry about my role in every relationship I've ever had, I have great confidence in my abilities as a father if that were to take place. Thanks solely to my father's dedication to my bother and I. It's been nearly 18 years since my father passed away, and I still miss him terribly.

2. Edward Fritschie was my grandfather. He was an incredibly loyal man, to his friends and to his family. My brother and I lost our father at the most critical ages in our lives (12 and 16 respectively), and Papaw helped fill the void and teach us the lessons we needed to become men. At the same time, we helped fill the void left after he lost his son. Papaw passed away only a few years ago, in the same hospital, and the same floor as my father had 14 years before. It was a major rite of passage for me, eerily mirroring what I had gone through as a scared 12-year-old boy while I faced it again as a man. It led me to confront those fears I had as a child. I was able to mourn without withdrawing as I did then. Today, while I miss my Papaw with every fiber of my being, I still celebrate his life.

3. Harry Schwartz was the man who gave me my first job: washing dishes at his restaurant. He taught me the value of a honest day's work, and helped shape my twisted sense of humor. He was the owner of the Hamburger Barn, where all of the tables were rectangular except for one round table in the back, reserved for Harry and the affectionately called Knights of the Round Table...an exclusive club of Harry's closest friends. My mother was first welcomed into the order, and by tagging along with her, I became the youngest knight. We would meet for dinner at the round table several nights a week, shoot the shit and have a great time. We became family. During my darkest and moodiest years as a teenager, Harry and the others took it upon themselves to "raise me right"; instilling upon me the lessons they felt I needed to be a man. It was only in chatting with the other knights at Harry's funeral that it I discovered the real reason why they did that...because they were all afraid I'd turn out "a little fruity." Nonetheless, I'm truly grateful. I lost touch with Harry after I moved away to college. When he became sick, I wanted to go see him, but my mother told me he didn't want me to see him like that, but he was tickled to hear how I had turned out...relatively fruit-free.

4. Mike Gilbert is my stepfather. He met my mother my senior year of high school. After a really bad experience my mother had with this asshole named Joe, the Knights of the Round Table vowed to put whomever attempted to woo my mother through a strenuous approval process. Mike passed with flying colors. I was the real test, however. Joe managed to hide the abuse he brought upon me and bullshit his way out of it all and back into my mother's heart on more than one occasion, so there was a serious trust barrier there. Thankfully, I liked Mike right away, and he fit into our family perfectly. I spoke with him today and wished him a happy Father's Day. I am forever in his debt, in more ways than one.

15 highly improbable, yet possible and really awkward to have to explain situations

1. Getting the strep virus somewhere other than your throat.

2. Lipstick stains on your socks.

3. Forgetting any holiday if you work for Hallmark.

4. Being a 42 year old single man with a Hello Kitty shower curtain.

5. Someone walking in on you naked on your couch watching Red Dawn with the volume turned all the way up.

6. "I need one adult ticket to Barney's Great Adventure, please."

7. Receiving communion and gagging on the eucharist.

8. A first date finding a reciept from a porno shop between the cushions of your car seat.

9. Possessing an autographed picture of O.J. Simpson with the inscription "Thanks for all your help. Wink, wink."

10. Having ostrich crap on your sneakers.

11. Making a 911 call saying you're stuck in a truck stop men's room cubicle divider.

12. Buying a Michael Bolton box set at a garage sale.

13. Paying for condoms with a gift certificate.

14. Walking out of the woods carrying a bloody shovel and coming across a police department picnic.

15. Posting an ad on Craislist for a "slightly used" package of adult diapers.

Jun 16, 2007

Political cures that may be worse than the disease Vol.8: Public Outings

I came across this article by Dan Savage of Savage Love advice column fame. It's about this kid who worked as a webmaster for an anti-gay presidential candidate, he heads an anti-gay group on his college campus, and as you probably guessed, turns out to be gay.

The hoopla over this story is the kid is now the youngest person to be outed in the arena of American politics. He's 18, and many people are up in arms about him being too young to have been made a target for political hardball.

I agree with Savage in his opinions on the matter. It follows the same belief I've always held that anyone too far to any political extreme is hiding a deep, dark, terrible secret. Sooner or later, it's gonna come out.

Take Strom Thurmond. This guy spewed hatred against Afircan-Americans for decades, preached for morality, yet it was discovered, conveniently after his death, that he had sired a child out of wedlock with a black woman. Or Ted Haggard, who was once one of the loudest anti-gay voices coming from the religious right, then discovered to have been hiring the services of a male prostitute. Also, Matt Drudge...this douchebag has been outed twice and he still runs ads from anti-gay hate groups on his website.

There are countless other examples of this kind of hypocracy going back decades, and in every case, their main defense seems to be that "it's a private matter." In response to Matt Drudge, yeah, so was Bill and Monica, but that didn't stop you from getting famous off of it.

The rule in washington used to be that "it wasn't the crime, it's the cover-up that gets you." Now, that rule has been ammended to "it's not the crime, it's not so much the cover-up, but the fact that the crime contradicts every fucking thing you've been preaching to us all this time!"

It's not like a celebrity outing. T.R. Knight from Gray's Anatomy was outed when Isiah Washington indirectly called him a faggot during a argument with Patrick Dempsey. I think Knight handled the situation very gracefully, saying that he was in fact gay, but that wasn't the most interesting thing about himself. George Michael was forced out of the closet after he was arrested for soliciting gay sex from an undercover officer. People immediately flashed back on every song he's ever written and realized it wasn't much of a shock.

But we're talking about politics here. Ideally, you shouldn't get up on a soap box against something that you're actively indulging in privately. If this kid had only been the webmaster of this candidate's website, his sexuality shouldn't be an issue. Every political candidate I've had to do graphic work has been completely counter to my political views. Does that make me a hypocrite? Absolutely not. But this kid was involved in anti-gay protests, organized a on-campus group that was against gay rights, etc.

Sure, he's 18. He's young and a bit mixed up. He's trying to paint over his affinity for pink with republican red. His Myspace profile (there's a link with the article), listed 300 as one of his favorite movies. 300. A film that has been embraced by republicans and gays alike...One for the preposterous alegory to our War on Terror, and the other for having lots of oily, scantily-clad beefcake.

But is he too young to have been treated this way? No! If you've old enough to vote, old enough to be tried as an adult if convicted of a crime, or old enough to join the military, then you're old enough to confront the fact that you've been a total hypocrite.

What my extreme solution for this kind of a problem? Simple: Anyone involved in any area of politics, from punditry to grass-roots organizations to the candidates themselves must sign a contract with the American people declaring that anything they speak about on television, on radio, in newspaper columns, in magazine articles or on their blogs, past and present, is now part of the public record and can be used against them. Any contradictions will be thrown right back in their faces. Basically, it's an acknowledgement that yes, people do record and remember this shit so you better watch your ass.

I say we beta test this program first. No real penalties at first other than potential public embarrasment. If its not working, we up the ante and start issuing fines. $100 for first-time offense, $1,000 fine for second, $10,000 for third, etc. The fines will be collected in a fund to help our nation's infrastructure. When the fines start rolling in, imagine this:

Rush Limbaugh never being able to condemn another person for crimes they may have committed.

Bill O'Reilly's producers cutting off his microphone every once and a while.

The White House Press Corps will be forced to shut down.

The 24-hour news channels will eventually have to resort to reporting actual news.

Fewer press conferences.

Presidential debates will have an elimination round.

Congressional votes will either become really simple or really complex, depending on who's sponsoring the bill in question.

Churches, particularly Catholic churches, will tread lightly when it comes to influencing public policy.

Jun 15, 2007

Belvedere Claims Conditions

The Tulsa Belvedere was unearthed today. Sometime over the past fifty years that sucker has been underground, the vault leaked, filled up completely to the rim and the plastic liner the car was wrapped in deteriorated. The car was unveiled and was discovered to be in pretty poor yet possibly repairable shape.

Before it was interred, children ages 12 and under got to guess what Tulsa's population would be in the year 2007. Whoever got closest (or their next of kin) gets to keep the car.

Sounds pretty simple, right? Well, I think I can make this much more complicated. Here is a fictional list of stipulations in the fine print of the contest:

1. Winner is responsible for the cleaning of the Belvedere, which is to be done by hand, using only a wet rag.

2. Winner must surrender his/her own car as fair trade for the Belvedere. The traded vehicle will be buried as a new time capsule, to be unearthed for the state's 150th anniversary.

3. In the event of a tie, winner will be decided by a drinking contest of the Schlitz beer found in the trunk of the Belvedere.

4. If winner is unwilling to accept the terms of the contest, the first runner-up must enforce the rules of the contest by any means neccessary.

5. Belvedere must be returned to perfect working condition within one week of claiming the prize, on a budget of no more than fair market price of repairs circa 1957, with no adjustment for inflation.

6. The Belvedere must be removed from the convention center within an hour of the declaration of a winner. Given the fragile condition of the vehicle, towing or loading onto a flatbed truck might cause further damage. Thus, the Belvedere can only be pushed to the repair shop. It is important that you remember to push with the legs, not the back.

7. No whining about these conditions, as it is punishable by public flogging.

8. Winner must sign over any and all personal and financial power of attorney to the City of Tulsa. We own your ass, lucky guesser.

9. Any replacement parts for the Belvedere must be factory standard. Since the Belvedere was discontinued in 1970, and Plymouth doesn't exist anymore, lots of luck!

10. Winner may opt out of these conditions provided that they complete an obstacle course to be built and operated by the Tulsa Police Department. Live ammunition can and probably will be used.

11. First born male child can be offered as trade for the Belvedere in the event that a winner cannot be found.

12. In order to pay for the costs of the Belvedere unearthing, a five-cent sales tax will be initiated and named after the winner. You know, a little way for the citizens of Tulsa to remember you.

13. Claiming the Belvedere immediately gives winner above-the-law status within the State of Oklahoma, as well as leniency provisions in fifteen other states.

14. Winner also receives free car washes for life...as that will be required considering the condition the Belvedere is in.

15. Any driver of the Belvedere is required to wear 1950's period dress. Likewise, a code of ethics is in place in accordance with social mores and taboos in the year 1957 which includes, but is not limited to: No heavy petting, seat belts optional, smoking is manditory (non-filtered), no new-fangled rock and roll music, use of pomade, use of the words "swell" and "square" as adjectives, fear of communism, disavowing Hawaii and Alaska as states, etc.

My lucky streak at the movies continues

The day off is going really well so far. Got up, had a nice breakfast, walked down to the unearthing of the Belvedere, walked around downtown for a bit, and caught a matinee of Ocean's 13.

I really dug Ocean's 11. When I first saw the trailer for it, I figured it could be, at worst, a fun little vanity project, much like the Rat Pack original. After seeing the movie, I thought it was one of the best heist movies ever made.

Ocean's 12 was alright. Not nearly as fun as the first one, and it got a little too maudlin for my tastes. Taking these characters that were so confident in their actions in the first one and make them desperate to cover their own asses should've been funnier than it actually was. Now having seen 13, I view 12 as one long elaborate setup for one of 13's best subplots.

Ocean's 13 is essentially a revenge story without a single character losing his cool for a second. This, in my opinion is the best kind of revenge, served cold with pinpoint precision. Every actor's strong points come out in spades in this flick. Clooney and Pitt play off each other like they did in the first one: Pure cool with a little self deprication thrown in. The supporting characters do exactly what they need to do, and that is fill in the rest of the puzzle in their own unique ways, giving the audience enough doubt that they'll pull it off until just the right moment. And, lets face it, Al Pacino does what he does best: a total douchebag you can't help but love every moment he gets in the hero's way and love they way he gets his comeuppance.

Steven Soderburgh and his screenwriters were careful this time to quickly explain away any HUH? moments the audience might have. Why weren't Julia Roberts or Catherine Zeta-Jones around this time? Four simple words, three minutes in: "It's not their fight." Shouldn't they think this whole thing out before caving into the need for revenge? They try diplomacy with Pacino first, but the offer gets thrown back in their faces right away. Another Vegas heist? Isn't this getting a little repetitive? The whole gang is adamant about doing something different this time.

I left the theater wanting to make my own revenge comedy. I've sorta been working on one, but I've lapsed on it as of late because it didn't feel like it'd be funny to anyone but me. However, I have some fresh ideas inspired my Ocean's 13 that I'm gonna try out. Who knows? I could pull this off!

Jun 13, 2007

Who would've thought there would be so much rust on a buried one-ton Plymouth from the fifties

It's kinda slow at work this week, so I thought I'd take a stab at some of that week and a half of vacation time I've gotta burn through by July 2nd. I'll be taking my first vacation day since December (and that was to deal with my car being totalled) on Friday.

Good timing, too, since I live a couple blocks away from where they'll be pulling a 1957 Plymouth Belvedere out of the ground on Friday. At first, I thought it'd be cool to see how well this car has held up after 50 years in a concrete bunker buried next to city hall. However, with reports today that they opened the concrete vault to find a couple feet of rust-colored water in with the car...I might be going to watch a bunch of car nuts get their hearts broken when the undercarriage falls out of the car when they hoist it out of the hole.

Let's face it, this'll be much more gratifying to a smartass like me.

As much as I would've liked to have seen this puppy come out of the ground in pristine condition, you know, as a symbol of our state's prosperity and endurance... It's looking like it's gonna be yet another example of our poor planning in this city when it comes to anything to do with roads, whether it be what's on them, or in them.

This concrete crypt the Belvedere has been sitting in for half a century was, as its exact location was discovered earlier this year, halfway under a sidewalk on Denver Avenue. Quite possibly the only semi-decent, barely craked sidewalk left in the whole of downtown Tulsa. Workers had to obliterate the sidewalk to get to the crypt.

In 1957, this crypt was believed to be able to withstand a nuclear blast. This coming from people who also collectively believed that hiding under a school desk could achieve the same result. One thing they failed to take into account was the determination of water in this city to go where it really isn't wanted and stick around there for a long time. Any Tulsan with a basement can agree with me on this.

I just tend to look at this project like any other best laid plan in this town: Why we're not considered the Duct Tape use capitol of the world is beyond me. The asphalt in our roads are made of kitty litter and wallpaper paste. Our bridges look like they are held together merely by the collective will of our citizens. Our water and gas lines, if the amount of work they've been doing in my neighborhood is any indication, were installed by M.C. Escher. Our buildings downtown all look like they were from only three different time periods: The 1920's. the 1980's and last year.

But in a way, that's what I love about this city. Somehow, we're making it all work. Tulsa may be one huge unfinished symphony, but it's a testament to the hard work we're willing to put into it to make it the city it is today. If the city had been put together truly half-assed, Tulsa would be a ghost town. The crypt this car has been sitting in may not have held out all of the water, but if we had done that half-assed, it would've collapsed into a sinkhole decades ago.

Instead, our founders built the city about three-quarter-assed. In a sense, the Belvedere is the perfect metaphor for Tulsa. Sure, it ain't gonna be pretty, but with enough hard work it could run. Just like everything else around here.

I propose a new slogan to come out of this: Tulsa - We'll get 'er running somehow.

One final note: Look on the bright side. If we decide to bury a new car, we won't even have to wrap it in plastic or build a concrete vault for it. Name one modern car that has enough metal in it to rust out over the next fifty years.

Jun 12, 2007

A list of items in my apartment that could be metaphors for my station in life

An old textbook titled Understanding the Universe; as yet unread.

An action figure of Pigpen from Peanuts on the only flat surface without clutter.

Items at the top of my kitchen trash can: Breyer's Ice Cream container, cigarette butts, 2-liter Pepsi bottle.

Three piles of laundry: Clean, dirty and funky.

A wall clock not yet adjusted to daylight savings time...it's just easier to mentally add an hour.

List of handwritten tips for online poker on the back of an unpaid gas bill envelope.

An EXIT sign leading to a room with no exit.

Two sets of darts in my dartboard, all the same color.

A portrait of Orson Welles next to an unopened screenwriting handbook.

A box of condoms with a thin layer of dust on top.

Jun 11, 2007

20 non-lethal ways to escape a stoner uprising

1. Leave a trail of Funyuns leading to one cave, hide out in another, then run when the coast is clear.

2. Rattle keys in front of lead stoner's face; hand him/her the keys so they might amuse themselves.

3. Drive faster than 15 MPH.

4. Lead them into Circuit City. Turn every TV on to Cartoon Network. Use X-Box 360 display as a backup diversion. Quietly sneak out the back.

5. Stump them with basic logic disguised as a philosophical quandary.

6. Ask them where their feet are.

7. George W. Bush impersonation.

8. Convince them that Pink Floyd's Animals synchs up with Casablanca.

9. Sign their petition to "legalize it, man." Buy one of their t-shirts if you must.

10. Rubik's Cubes, Rubik's Cubes, Rubik's cubes!

11. Give them directions to a fake Phish reunion concert.

12. Stand perfently still. Their vision is based on movement.

13. Walk among them wearing patchouli and all of your clothing made out of hemp. Be sure to giggle a lot. When the crowd starts to turn one way, turn the other way and keep going.

14. Throw handfuls of Domino's Pizza coupons into the air and run like hell.

15. Pretend you're an angry bear.

16. Speak in coded language into the end of your sleeve. Hold your finger to your ear as if you're hearing a response. If the stoners get to close, yell "ALL TEAMS MOVE IN!"

17. Put a sign on the side of an abandoned warehouse that reads "Free Hacky Sacks, Frisbees and Glow Sticks." Once everyone is inside, barricade the doors.

18. Play any acoustic instrument you can find (Guitar, bongos, etc.) It may take a while, but they'll sway side to side until they fall asleep; quietly sneak away.

19. Repeat the same words over and over again with a minute-long break inbetween. Not that this will help you escape...it's just really fun to do to someone really fucking high.

20. Start an argument about who would win in a fight: Obi-Wan Kenobi or Gandalf the Gray. When they start to turn on one another, tell them you're going out for smokes and never come back.

Monday Night Caption Contest

Post your captions in the comment section below.

Here are mine for the week:

1. "But Mommmm! I don't wanna go to bed! Can I just disintegrate the neighbors a little longer? PLEASE???"

2. Coming this fall: Lil' Barbarella.


The winner of last week's contest will be announced next Monday.


The winner of May 28th's contest is Janine with the caption "Batman's not-so well known distant cousin: Ding-Batman."

Jun 10, 2007

Knocked Up


I caught a matinee of Knocked Up on Saturday. Not for the easily offended, certainly not gonna be on any religious right top 10 list, but I thought it was excellent.

Judd Apatow has pulled off what a lot of first-time successful directors are most often unable to do. He has made an incredible follow-up to his previous hit that's actually a great companion piece to it as well. I give him tons of credit for not feeling like he had to do a total 180° turn from the 40-Year-Old Virgin and also for not re-treading the same material or attempting a sequel (no easy task there).

In seeing the trailers, I had a bad feeling that Seth Rogen was simply gonna replay his character from Virgin. Instead, he demonstrates that there's a lot of versatility in slacker/stoner roles.

In Virgin, his character was unapologetically tactless, cocky and had all of the answers as they applied to his life. In Knocked Up, he doesn't have it all figured out. He's aimless, insecure and socially inept to anyone outside of his circle of stoners. He's part of a group that, while they each have their own personalities, they seem to work as a hive mind with only enough cumulative brain cells to make one functioning brain.

Katherine Heigl does a great job within the context of this film, but her character doesn't distance itself far from her Gray's Anatomy character, at least from the first season and a half. The whininess her Gray's character has had of late has been grating on my nerves to the point that I've put CSI: as a higher priority on my DVR. Knocked Up is the way I wanted her character on Gray's to go. Shes a little more sure of herself, a little more articulate in expressing her true feelings and has a lower tolerance for bullshit. The main difference is that a lot of her frustrations on Gray's stem from deliberate acts by people who can't help themselves from pushing her to and over the edge of frustrations, where in Knocked Up it's the opposite. When she loses it, it's because of everyone being themselves.

Paul Rudd and Leslie Mann bring in some great point/counterpoint to Rogen and Heigl's situation. They go back and forth being role models and a cautionary tale to the new couple. This works brilliantly for conflict and for comic relief. In fact, the theme that works best throughout the whole film is that anyone (including Harold Ramis as Rogen's dad) that is approached for advice on what to do openly admits that they don't know what they should do.

It was brilliantly written, to the point that any of the plot holes I tried to find in it can easily be explained. At first, I thought that Rogen was a bit too quick in agreeing to be a part of the journey, but when he first meets Heigl in the bar, he laments that he missed his opportunity to talk to her further. He gets kinda bummed out until his friend acts as wingman to get him back in the game.

I also felt that they said "I love you" a little too soon, but then I remembered that these are two characters were mostly saying it because of they felt like that was what needed to be said. Their not entirely bullshitting themselves, yet not being completely honest...they're just trying to do the right thing.

SPOILER ALERT!!! One thing that bugged me was the disclosure of the baby's sex during a heated argument. One of the future parents didn't want to know, and I felt the other just blurted it out as if to say "Fuck you!" I kinda wish there had been a little more immediate regret over that disclosure, as if they didn't really mean to say it. Plus, I thought it would be pretty funny to have the baby be the opposite sex than what was blurted out. Maybe with a scene at the end showing them exchanging baby clothes.

A few hours after the movie, I was discussing it with the friends I saw it with, and my friend Amy brought up an interesting point. The film does show two people from different worlds, but every character is very much from a middle-class point of view. Money is never really brought up as a serious issue, while it is a minor subplot. Rogen may be poor, but he's not without options. It's not that he can't get a real job, he just doen't immediately respond to the kick in the ass to get one.

It's a major plot convenience, I'll admit. However, if both parents had been dirt poor, would this still be able to be a comedy? Or if one had been super-rich and one super-poor, would the audience be able to relate to it? I feel that's part of the film's brilliance. Both parents try to do everything right by the baby first, to the point that we as he audience can relax about that issue. We're able to go through the movie and focus on the relationships of the parents and those around them rather than worry too much about how the child will taken care of. And all that builds to a resolution that feels satisfying without feeling forced and sentimental without being too mushy.

Much like the 40-Year-Old Virgin, it's not entirely about growing up. It's about finding the proper balance between the way you used to be and the new person you're becoming.

The five-day hindcast

Wednesday

The spider bite kept me up almost all night, leaving me with a total of 4 hours of sleep. I spent most of the night trying to keep the bite on ice, but the only ice I had left in the freezer was one of those ice-chest gell freezepacks that was all bunched up. So I spent most of the night finding the right nook and cranny that would cover the bite just right and hold it in position with an ace bandage. My finger kept slipping and I'd wake up again when the numbness would fade. The pain was manageable by mid-morning, though.

Work was fairly hectic. Lots of struggling to stay on top of things, which was hindered by the fact that our office manager had to go to Florida for her daughter's soccer tournament right in the middle of the busiest week of the year...which I think is beyond euphamisms at this point: It's a beauty pageant. I'd mention it by name, but I'd like to keep my job.

I got home at a reasonable hour Wednesday and cleaned up the apartment. While sweeping up, I found a dead spider...boo fucking hoo.


Thursday

More scrambling to replenish stock for the pageant's merchandise booth, and I got the word from my bosses that I'd have to run the booth on Friday night. To prepare for this, I had to hang out at the booth Thursday night to get oriented with everything. It was pretty much five hours of hanging out for about 2 1/2 hours of actual work.


Friday

Much like Wednesday and Thursday during the day, only that I didn't have the luxury of simply handing the stuff over for someone else to take care of. No, it all rested on my shoulders. It wasn't that bad, though. I had to deal with a few crazies, but everyone seemed to be in a fairly good mood.

Working the booth Thursday and Friday, I got to have frequent smoke breaks, which afforded me ample time to gaze out on the campus of Oral Roberts University. For those of you unfamiliar with that campus, let me just put it this way...Imagine giving a 6-year-old ADD sufferer a protractor and a ruler and asking him to design the future. The architecture was out-of-date when it was built, so it is timeless in a fucked-up sorta way. Still, the whole place seemed like a rejected location for Logan's Run.

I got home around 11:00 and I got caught up on my DVRed shows before passing out on the couch.


Saturday

Quite possibly the most perfect day I've had in a while. I got up fairly early to see Three Penny Upright at the Cherry Street Farmer's Market. It was a bit surreal given the fact that the Gay Pride Parade was going on at the same time...Listening to live folk music while drag queens rode ATVs down the street behind them.

After the market, I had coffee with Mary and Amy, which led to us going to a matinee of Knocked Up (I'll write a review tonight), which led to hanging out at Amy's place for a bit, then to Claremore for an awesome dinner at the Hammet House complete with the best cream pie in the world, then to Skiatook to see the Electric Rag Band. All in all, the joy outweighed my fatigue.


Sunday

Recovery, grocery shopping, cleaning, and going to the office to clean out the plate processor. A liesurely full day.

Jun 5, 2007

Peter Parker lucked the fuck out

I'm typing this post with one hand. Okay, keep your gutter-minded comment to yourself on that one. The reason my other hand is indisposed at the moment is because...

I get home from a stressful day at work and decide to relax on the couch for a bit.sonn after. I feel something crawling around on the back of my neck. I reach back with my left hand and HOLY LIVING FUCK! It feels like a white hot rusty knife dipped in lemon juice and salt just cut off the tip of my finger!

At least, that was my initial thought. Turns out, it was a spider bite right in the last knuckle of my middle finger. I didn't see the spider, but I know it wasn't a wasp or a bee since I'm allergic and I wasn't, you know, DEAD!

I call home to ask my mother for some first aid advice. Make a paste out of baking soda and water...fresh out of baking soda. Crush up an aspirin...all I got is Tylenol. Well, go to Walgreen's and ask a pharmacist...kinda doing my sitting-in-my-boxers in-for-for-the-night thing.

So, I get dressed and head to fucking Walgreens. By this time, the pain is shooting up and down my middle finger and somehow causing pain at the tips of the other four fingers as well. I get there and talk to the pharmacist. Hydrocortisone, an ice cube on th bite and pain reliever is the remedy. If it's pitted out by tomorrow, then it was a brown recluse bite and I should see a doctor.

I got home an hour ago, and now I'm in only moderate pain, but still pretty pissed off. I can't bend my finger very well, but on the up side, I have a medical excuse for flipping people off.

By the way, if you have anything happen to you as simple as a spider bite, don't go looking it up on WebMD. That site is like heroin for hypocondriacs; all worst case scenerios, all the time. I was pretty much okay with the pharmacist's recommendations, but WebMD now has me worried about necrosis, the plague and tetanous! If I wanted this kind of fear-mongering, I'd be watching the Republican Debate right now.

Jun 4, 2007

Monday Night Caption Contest

Post your captions in the comments sections below.

Here are mine for the week:

1. "Five seconds to go before the end of the auction. That Jesus-on-a-fish-stick is soo gonna be mine!"

2. "He's no Pope Gregory VII, but still that James Dobson's got one fine ass."


The winner of last week's contest will be announced next Monday.


The winner of May 21st's caption contest is Candace, with the caption: I thought we were going after the great white whale, not the giant pink alien-vagina looking monster of the sea...I would have worn different shoes.

Jun 3, 2007

Ten phrases I'm waiting for the right moment to say

1. "Everybody Mambo!

2. "Someone on the train is a MURDERER!"

3. "Sorry, but ten times is my limit for one night."

4. "FOOD FIGHT!"

5. "If it pleases the court, go fuck yourself."

6. "Believe it or not, I don't have anything pithy to say."

7. "I better wait and endorse this lottery check when I get to the bank, just to be safe."

8. "Sure, while you're topless, I'll accept your offer of a beer."

9. "You tell Spielberg that he either makes the film the way I wrote it or else I'm ripping up my contract!"

10. "You just said you love me too, right? Okay, WHEW!"

Jun 2, 2007

Clear pictures yet again


Bitterness has faded a bit. With work being as it's been lately, as soon as I have a clear moment to think, that's the kind of shit that goes through my head. Chalk it up to fatigue. Now, I'm rested up, and I've got reasons to be less hard on myself.

The big project is on its way back from the bindery house in Oklahoma City. Everything else is either on auto-pilot or can be easily taken care of Monday. I can relax a bit now.

And if I needed any more reason to take it easy, I woke up Friday morning with a sharp pain in my right knee that wasn't there Thursday night. Leave it to a guy like me to injure himself in his sleep. The pain was almost unbearable, and all day Friday I just wanted to sit and my desk and work. Unfortunately, all of my work required lots of walking around and driving around town. I could barely bend it without it hurting like a motherfucker, and any time I put pressure on it, it would momentarily buckle on me, hurting even worse. I'm getting through today with a ultra-tight leg wrap, a few dozen Tylenol and walking very carefully.

But then, what do I do? I decide to go shopping! I found nothing of real interest at Vintage Stock, and when I got to Circuit City, I was left with a decision to make: Buy the last Wii they had in stock, or go for that display model digital camera thats 50% off. The Wii would've cost me over $300 with at least one game, and would ensure that I wouldnt get out of the house all frickin summer, but the digital camera would only cost $200 with everything I needed for it, and I could take it anywhere and maybe get some good pictures out of it.

I opted for the camera. I rushed home to get the batteries charged and try it out. The first picture came out great. The filth in my apartment came through crystal clear. I was about to head out on a photo expedition when my friends Mike and Aliceson called, saying they were in town and wanted to know if I could have an early dinner with them. Um, hell yeah!

This was the first time I'd seen them since their wedding last April. This was the first chance I've gotten to see their son Grayson. Babies don't come much cuter than this kid. It was great to hang out with them, not just because they're old friends, but also to see them as a family. That settles it, I need to get back to Northwest Arkansas again for a visit very very soon.

Tonight, I head to Skiatook to see Three Penny Upright play. It should be a lot of fun...well worht the gas money it'll take to get out there and back.