A Bowl of Stupid

From Opie & Anthony comes this just awesome gem of a video. Apparently Snookie ain’t the only one getting her ass slapped around for mouthing off.*

* For anyone upset over the purported ‘sexist’ nature of that comment or this post, consider the following points: (1) Fuck off, unless you’re in a hiring position I don’t really care much about what you think about me; (2) Western sensibilities have gotten way out of hand, lighten the fuck up you politically-correct, over-sensitive, lactose intolerant, bottled-water swigging, pill-popping pussies; and (3) if someone hits you, you should be allowed hit them back regardless of their sex or age (it’s called self-defense and/or mutual combat), especially if you’re trying to enforce the law.

It’s 3:30 in the morning. I’m sitting in the Darwin airport in the midst of a 3 hour layover before my flight to Sydney.

It’s my first time out of Asia, and back into a western country (effectively), since October 2007 — almost 1.5 years ago.

In all my travels throughout Asia during the past few years, I’ve had to deal with stupid regulations that make no sense, security personnel willing to ‘bend’ immigration rules for the right amount of cash (typically no more than US$20), and all kinds of visas and security checks. But in all that time, despite the sometimes lengthy lines I’ve faced, I never had a problem with the system breaking down.

Until now. I swear, Irony will outlive us all.

I got to the airport here in Darwin about an hour ago. But their computer systems have been down all night, and they’ve been unable to process anyone through immigration all during that time.

It’s no skin off my (admittedly rather large) nose. The immigration folks have been exceptionally magnanimous about the whole situation. And My connecting flight isn’t for another few hours. But I find it incredibly ironic that the first time in almost 16 months that I come back through a ‘civilized’ country, and they can’t even get me through the front door.

Welcome back to the machine.

I’m sure that, by the time I get to it, this story will already be old news all over the interwebs … but fuck it, it’s still one of the funniest stories to come out in recent months:

An Iraqi reporter set off pandemonium Sunday by hurling two shoes at President Bush during a news conference that was the centerpiece of his secret goodbye visit.

The president successfully ducked both throws. Photos show him with his head down near the top of the podium. The embarrassing incident marred a visit meant to show off the improved conditions since the troop “surge” dramatically reduced casualties to U.S. troops.

“This is a gift from the Iraqis. This is the farewell kiss, you dog,” the journalist shouted (in Arabic), Steven Lee Myers of The New York Times reported in a pool report to the White House press corps.

Myers reported that the man threw the second shoe and added: “This is from the widows, the orphans and those who were killed in Iraq.”

When I first heard about this, I actually thought it was a fake article from the latest series on ‘Bush Mishaps’ in The Onion. But then I saw this video. Gentlemen, start your poetic justice …

Man, you couldn’t make up something this funny! Oh wait, maybe you can.

(Via Failblog.org)

Everyday Normal Guy — Jon Lajoie

Ahh, we laugh because it’s funny, and we laugh because it’s true (sorta … ish).

My buddy Desho Bernard (Desho needs a hug), who produces comedic video clips for Guru Bangkok (i.e., The Bangkok Post), just made this lastest clip — about Facebook addiction.

And while I don’t refer to myself in the third person (except during sex, of course), I am also one of the legion of Facebook addicts. Ahh, we laugh because it’s funny, and we laugh because it’s true — Desho can’t go on!!

Damn, this shit is funny.

I’d like to be able to say that I contributed to at least a portion of the brainstorming that came up with this clip. But given that the concept — unlike myself — is REALLY funny … I think we all know that I had absolutely nothing to do with it. Dammit!

For obvious reasons (i.e., the entire election process is about as interesting — and just a likely to make me vomit — as naked pictures of Amy Winehouse), I haven’t been paying much (read: any) attenton to the American Presidential race for the past 2 years.

From what I’ve seen tho, apparently there’s finally a black guy running this time — which is pretty cool, I guess.

Anyhoo, thanks to Chez ove at Deus Ex Malcontent, I’ve become much more informed about the entire process. Thanks kid … I think.

I thought this YouTube clip (which Chez also wrote about on his site) was both hysterical AND informative. It’s about an apparent (ahem) ‘rift’ between John McCain and his wife:

Hey folks!

It’s okay to come on back now everyone, I’m fairly calm now. But Jesus H. Christ on a pogo-fucking-stick, if I haven’t had a nerve-wracking past few days.

First off, as noted in my last post, no one should EVER use AmTrust Bank for ANYTHING. EVER!! (unless you don’t WANT to ever see your money again, of course). Fuck, I know there’s a recession going on back in the States, but that doesn’t mean the bank can simply STEAL my goddamn money!!

Regardless, that’s what having an extra stash in your bank account is for, right?

Umm … yeah, not so much.

That’s not to say that, besides also having the typical low-level ‘scamming’ thing going on, the local guys over at the Family Losman next door were also great hosts (although their facilities aren’t as extensive as Andy’s), so don’t believe anything bad you may hear about them either. They’re a bit cheaper, and they’ve just got a less extensive hotel/losman (i.e., Andy’s got A/C rooms, a TV room, etc.). It just depends on what you want to do and pay.

So I’m here at Karang Nyimbor for another couple weeks — it’s still not crowded in the surf, and my stress level has been reduced exponentially regarding money, so everything’s cool.

Granted, it would be nice if the surf picks up a bit … but for now, I’m just thankful for what I’ve got.

As everyone knows, in ranking of importance with other major issues of the day — the 5 year anniversary of the U.S. invasion of Iraq, the U.S. Presidential race, and the Chinese crackdown on Nepalese protesters — right up there is the seemingly ceaseless debate as to whether or not women are funny. (Yeah, I know, apparently I’ve got this alternating feminist/misogynistic theme going this week, but I leave for Indonesia in 2 days and I’m trying to get in all my reading under the wire).

If you’re not aware, Christopher Hitchens wrote an article on the subject last year, in the January 2007 issue of Vanity Fair magazine (cleverly entitled “Why Women Aren’t Funny”). I’ll give you 2 guesses to figure out his stance on the issue.

I’m not going to waste my time rehashing Hitchens’ extraordinarily long-winded attempt to avoid having sex for the rest of his adult life. However, if you’re interested in sacrificing an hour of your life you’ll never get back, the original article, as well as a decent compilation of some of the more vocal ‘responses’ can be found HERE.

Now, more than a year after Hitchens wrote that staggering work of dribble, Vanity Fair has seen fit to resurrect the whole sordid affair by publishing in its latest (April 2008) issue a rebuttal by writer Allessandra Stanley.

Like the original, this new article — sporting the less-than-convincing title: “Who Says Women Aren’t Funny?”) — is yet another piece of inspired comedic genius:

Dissecting the nature of women’s humor, or supposed lack thereof, is a joyless and increasingly moot subject, but it boils down to the point Virginia Woolf argued in her essay about Shakespeare’s sister in A Room of One’s Own, and it’s analogous to the case Larry Summers made so clumsily with regard to women in the sciences that it cost him his job as president of Harvard: namely, that society has different expectations for women. Summers sealed his fate by also suggesting that women’s innate aptitude for science and math might be weaker. The nature-versus-nurture argument also extends to humor. It’s a shame that Margaret Mead never made it to that tribe in Papua New Guinea where women tell the jokes, and men pretend to find them funny.

Virginia Wolfe? Margaret Meade? Papua New-Fucking Guinea?

Good grief, what in the name of everything holy is this broad even talking about?

I thought that articles about humour — especially one written by a woman arguing that women are funny — should at least be mildly amusing. That would be the reasonable approach, doncha’ think?

Apparently not, since the only things to be learned from either of these two articles are that: (1) neither Hitchens nor Stanley will be headlining at the Improv any time soon; (2) Vanity Fair pays its contributors by the number of words used, not coherency; and (3) reading ANYTHING in Vanity Fair with the word ‘funny’ in the title will make your eyes bleed.

What the hell is going on over at Vanity Fair, anyway? I mean, if they’re trying to piss off their readers, then by all means, I’m pretty sure there’s a used ‘Mission Accomplished’ banner they can pick up on the cheap. But if, on the other hand, VF is trying to publish some funny and engaging articles about contemporary pop culture … yeah, not so much.

Well now, I know it’s fairly irrelevant considering I’m presently between careers and I’m not lacking for free time and everything, but this just sucks.

I just wasted the last 2 hours of my life writing a nice, long detailed post about some of the areas of Bangkok of interest to anyone who ever wishes to make it off the backpacker-tourist infested Thanon Khao San (Khao San Road), or otherwise escape from Bangkok’s standard ‘tourist’ destinations.

Seriously, I spent all that time describing the Phyathai area of Bangkok where I’m currently living, and about the Sukhumvit area where most of the ‘falang’ ex-pats live, as well as some of the restaurants, bars, and coffeehouses in those and other areas I’ve been able to explore as an official ‘ex-pat’ resident.

But goddamn it if WordPress didn’t delete the shit before … no, not before, WHILE I was trying to save it.

So, for all of you who were honestly interested about getting around via the BTS line, and the unique Thai jazz scene up around Victory Monument, or finding a good local coffeehouse with free Wi-Fi, or about the best places for a private foot massage — y’all can just go lodge your complaints with the fuckers who designed this application.

Cuz I ain’t rewriting that shit out again without a court order … or at least another 1-2 pots of coffee.

[Welcome to India, man! And yes, that IS "Freedom Rock"!]

I promise this will be (among) the last of the derogatory comments I have about my visit to India so far. That being said …

I understand I cannot justifiably classify an entire country after having visited only a tiny portion thereof — especially one swarming with foreign tourists. Agreed. I mean, to do so would be akin to someone criticizing the entire United States after having visited only Las Vegas.

Err … forget that analogy, but you get the point.

But to those people (many whose opinions I truly do respect) that say I need to visit the ‘real India’ in order to understand ‘the magic’ of the country, I say bullshit. I have ventured out into the boonies and cities, and I say ‘Bullshit.’

Yes, India IS a bit different from other countries. Yes, India DOES have a remarkable history. Yes, it DOES have some great food and an extremely diversified culture. But there are amazingly different things in just about EVERY country worldwide (for now that is, until Starbucks and McDonalds have completed their takeover of the Klingon Empire).

I don’t want to come off as hating India — because I don’t. Indeed, there are some very interesting aspects of Indian culture, and I don’t think it’s really ALL that bad here. However, this blog, by necessity, is a distillation of my recollections and experiences about my travels. I cannot write about everything I see. It’s just not a practicality. Instead, I must write about those things which affect me the most … in the moment.

I write about what I ‘get’ from India as I experience it — the hippies, the crowding, the poverty, the misogynistic culture, the frantic pace, the greed. And these things … they’re not for me. Indeed, I fled from many of these same things also existing back in the States. Only in the U.S., there was indoor plumbing and less air pollution (if you can believe that).

I will say this much, however: I HAVE learned some things about myself since my arrival here. Not from the country or its people, but in how other Westerners view them both. As one commentator here noted, there are a HUGE number of Westerners who have never visited India and have a romanticized idea of the country — believing the entire countryside is not strewn with garbage, and believing Indians are ALL spiritually enlightened.

Man, they’re just people trying to get by. Just because they’ve got different religions and philosophies does NOT mean they’re any closer to grasping the meaning of life (if any) than you are — especially the meaning of YOUR life, dipshit!

Yet many foreigners here seem to continually propagate that illusion — actively blinding themselves to the reality so they can justify their continued search for answers in a place they’ve seen romanticized in movies as the birthplace of ‘spiritual enlightenment’. You can see it in how seriously they take themselves and the whole concept of ‘India.’ They’ve all seemingly forgotten that the minute you start believing your own bullshit is the minute you lose touch with the questions you initially sought to explain.

Ironically, I got a shot of this reality this morning seeing a funny quote on the side of one of the Starbucks cups used by a local coffee shop (not in violation of any copyright laws, I presume):

chances are you are scared of fictions.
chances are you are only fleetingly happy.
chances are you know much less than you think you do.
chances are you feel a little guilty
chances are you want people to lie to you.
perhaps the answer lies on the side of a coffee cup.
you are lost.”

-david cross
comedian, writer, actor

Indeed.

Yes, of course we’re going to throw poo at them.