Friday, February 29, 2008

BLOGGING
IS BETTER THAN SEX
or How to 'DO' Friends while sitting on your ass.

It has come to my attention that the act of Blogging epitomizes the modern definition of social intercourse. Thanks to the Information Revolution we no longer need to procure cordial or intimate relationships the old fashioned way...
in the flesh.

The outmoded practice of physically interacting with other individuals is très passé!

Gone are the days of tedious, platonic, enslavement. Cyberfriends don't need to be seen, smelled, touched, picked up at the airport at some ungodly hour, taken out to lunch, invited to weddings and funerals, or given loans.

Even to the casual observer it has become painfully obvious that the end product of millions of years of evolutionary tinkering with our communication abilities has resulted in eradicating those time consuming impositions that physical friendships once required.

It is no secret that our species developed language in order to gossip and tell jokes about other cave clans. Technological advancements spurred by human ingenuity and our innate predisposition to sit on our ass, now allows us the freedom to electronically intercourse others from the comfort of home.
"But you said that Blogging was better than SEX?"

Yes I did and quite frankly it was a shameless ploy to sucker you into reading this..but it's almost over so you might as well keep going....

What this means is that rarely, if ever, does modern human intercourse unneccessarily require any actual, physical, interaction. Perhaps we should clarify my double entendre'd definition of intercourse?

Intercourse can also mean the transference of:
half-baked notions,
outlandish-nonsensical opinions or
impoverished ideas supported by an encyclopedic ignorance of evidence, or outlandish opinions, that we unselfishly donate to another human brain.

Intercourse is just the fancy schmancy definition of exchanging bits between two or more people. These days we need only exchange bytes.

For hundreds of thousands of years human intercourse has traditionally been done in person. That's why hipsters say I'd like to 'Do' them.
It was also referred to as talking pffft!
Physical activity such as talking requires raiding our carefully acquired supply of fat and burning precious calories. Our big brains have finally overcome needlessly squandering our energy supplies and designed a way for us to remain virtually motionless while intercoursing 30 or more people in a single day!

One thing that needs to be examined about intercoursing others is that to the astonishment of the females of our species, it has taken over 21 Centuries for the male to realise that foreplay is the 'goodest' part.
Now Ladies if you excuse me for a moment I would like to let the Gentlemen in on a little secret. Apparently an unsolicited, pre-dawn, 'nudge' in the hind quarters ain't doin' it for them? You need to put down that copy of Field & Stream and start reading Cosmo.

If Blogging is like intercourse,
then it's all foreplay!
It never needs to end and You will never be finished.

This is a blessing for the male too. It avoids the awkward, postconjugal, smalltalk & snuggling phase altogether.

No more of those embarrasing escape lines like "I have an early meeting tomorrow" or "g'night ZZZZZZZZ" or "How was I?" or "I think I'll have a snack?"
Good news for modern man.
That being said, when one equates Blogging with the it's carnal counterpart, relationships in cyberspace are infintessimally less work. Friendship in the blogosphere never reaches a climax it's all foreplay. You will never have to put yourself out and do all of the work that those nasty, old fashioned, 'pick you up at 7' relationship requires.

In conclusion, Blogging is the crowning achievement of our evolutionary search for securing the easiest method of intercoursing the maximum amount of others while expending the least amount of energy.
Have a great Bloggin' Weekend.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

WHEN WILL WE EVER LEARN?
This evening I watched a wonderful doc on PBS about Folk Singer and Social Activist Pete Seeger.
He said," Music Makes Life Livable."
I can remember listening to 'Protest Songs' about the War in Vietnam.
Forty years later it's Deja Vu all over again!

Do any of you remember Donald Sutherland's character, "X", in the fanciful but compelling conspiratorial movie JFK? He asked THE right question..

"WHO STANDS TO BENEFIT?"

Who really stands to benefit from the War in Iraq?
Hmm? How about the proverbial MILITARY-INDUSTRIAL-COMPLEX that President Eisenhower warned the American people about.
The MOTHER OF ALL special interest groups.

Unfortunately, since the 1940s the US GOVERNMENT has been hellbent on maintaining a PERMANENT WAR ECONOMY .

How else could it maintain 700 Military Installations in 50 countries?
Can you say GLOBAL EMPIRE?

If you don't believe me have a look at this list of the

The comparisons between the wars in Iraq and Vietnam are flowing like a severed artery...
-like all wars, they were initiated upon complete fabrications and sold as Patriotic Crusades to rid the world of supernatural evil forces.
Both wars polarised the Nation by pitting neighbour against neighbour.
One thing is certain, the M-I-C knows how to Divide and Conquer.
They are still doing it in the current Presidential Election.

President George Bush, grand prize winner of the lucky sperm club, will go down in history as an 'aw shucks-silver-spooner' who found himself in one dilly of a pickle. He couldn't withstand the formidable forces of those who had bought and paid for his ascension to the Oval Office...who could?...and he was forced to follow their agenda.

As far as I can tell, Bush sincerely believes his spin and he has complete Faith in the basic tenets of the Permanent War Economy. Keep the Corporations happy and they will supply jobs to the people. It's all about the Economy stupid and this Permanent War Economy runs on Oil.

What his 'posse' succeeded in doing was writin' cheques that the Empire couldn't cash and put the country into it's present state of fiscal crisis. Ironically, these manipulators may have actually sped up the demise of the Permanent War Economy!
Do you think that 'they' can still fool another 51% of American voters in November?

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

FRIENDSHIP TRUISMS

You can pick your friends
You can pick your nose
But you can't pick your friend's nose
Just their brains!

Do you have any other words of wisdom regarding the subject?
Here are some more friendship quotes

Monday, February 25, 2008

ART FOR ART SAKE
MONEY FOR GAWDSAKE 2
Another Oscarfest in the can. My favorite part is always listening to the writers acceptance speech "never giving up on your dream" yada-yada-yada ...
I know it's corny but it gets me everytime.
The truth of the matter is that there are hundreds of awful writers making tons of money in Hollywood.
Whatev..
Have you ever noticed that the film that wins Best Picture is rarely the biggest moneymaker of that year.
Here for your viewing pleasure is a list of Movies by Year listed in order by
You can click if you don't believe it.

Enjoy the show!

1980; Ordinary People/Star Wars Empire Strikes Back/Can't Stop The Music
1981: Chariots Of Fire/Raiders Lost Ark/Mommy Dearest
1982; Gandhi/ET/Inchon
1983; Terms Of Endearment/Star Wars Return Jedi/Lonely Lady
1984; Amadeus/Beverly Hills Cop/Bolero


1985; Out Of Africa/Back To The Future/Rambo 2
1986; Platoon/Top Gun/Howard The Duck
1987; Last Emperor/3 Men and a Baby/Leonard Part 6
****1988; Rain Man/Rain Man/Cocktail
1989; Driving Miss Daisy/Batman/Star Trek 5

1990; Dances With Wolves/Home Alone/Ford Fairlane
1991; Silence Of The Lambs/Terminator 2/Hudson Hawk
1992; Unforgiven/Aladdin/Shining Through
1993; Schindler's List/Jurassic Park/Indecent Proposal
****1994; Forrest Gump/Forrest Gump/Color Of Night

1995; Braveheart/Toy Story/Showgirls
1996; English Patient/Independence Day/Striptease
****1997; Titanic/Titanic/The Postman
1998; Shakespeare In Love/Saving Private Ryan/Burn Hollywood Burn
1999; American Beauty/Star Wars Phantom Menace/Wild Wild West

2000; Gladiator/The Grinch/Battlefield Earth
2001; A Beautiful Mind/Harry Potter/Freddy Got Fingered
2002; Chicago/Spiderman/Swept Away
****2003; LOTR Return King/LOTR Return King/Gigli
2004; Million Dollar Baby/Shrek 2/Catwoman


2005; Crash/Star Wars Return Sith/Dirty Love
2006; The Departed/Pirates Carribbean 3/Basic Instinct 2
2007; No Country Old Men/Spiderman 3/I Know Who Killed Me
Like most of you, I've seen all of the REDs and all of the Greens, and atleast 20 of the so-called Cheesy Stinkers.
I seem to watch more Movies at home now and don't have that shared experience with the audience because they are so f*#%@n rude and disruptive...
How about you? Do you get out to the Pictures anymore?

Sunday, February 24, 2008

"Everything is beautiful...


In its' own way

Like a starry summer night

Or a snow covered winter's day

Ah, sing it children

Everybody's beautiful

In their own way

Under God's heaven

The world's gonna find a way."
My apologies to Ray Stevens for borrowing his lyrics.

We need to really WATCH
WHAT THEY FEED US.
(click on THEY)
You are what you swallow.

Friday, February 22, 2008

OH GAWD YES, YES!
For most of us growing up in a Protestant Church, talking about SEX was uber verboten..except to remind you that it was only 'intelligently designed' for married couples and then at best, a tedious necessity required in order to fill the pews. It was called Procreation.
Now Procreation means that you don't believe in Human Evolution, like Republican Presidential Candidate Mike Huckabee ((D'OH!))


Of course this stern prohibition on recreational sex did not apply to the competition. It certainly did not apply to Catholics who were expected to reproduce in rabbit like numbers thanks to the Papal ban on contraception.

Nor was it of any concern to Mormons and Muslims who of course could respectively 'get around' (ha ha) this issue by participating in plural marriages and possesing haremic spousal units consisting of no more than 4 wives that must be treated equally. This is actually more of a evolutionarily accurate system but I'm not goin' there..only fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

The eventual Puritannical pronouncement on the evils of the flesh really put a damper on the carnal pleasures of making love. Many a late night was spent by Deacons feverishly tearing out all of the pages in the Bible containing the inappropriate and incendiary Song of Solomon.
This awe inspiring Book, authored by King Solomon, was a beautifully dedicated and exquisitely written love letter glorifying the mystical scents and sensibilities regarding Romance & SEX.
However the Puritan Revolution made certain that for Centuries to come, Sex and Romance were never spoken of in the same sentence..
Never the twain shall meet so to speak, or the twain might go off the twacks!

This Book was written by a guy who 'knew', yes in the Biblical sense, of which he spoke. King Solomon or Schlomo, is noted for having acquired 700 wives and 300 concubines. Aside from Solomon possessing the Wisdom of Solomon, he also had the supernatural ability to peacefully placate 700 wives, a miracle in and of itself.
Technically, he was making a deposit in a different account every night for 2.74 years. Those figures (ha ha) are defintely NOT the kind of 'speculation' that the nice, church, ladies wanted their husbands to have an 'interest' in.

So now here we are in the 21st Century and memberships in organised religious groups are in decline and being challenged from every corner by seductive-sinful-secular entertainment and scary-soul scorching-scientific rationalism.
What can be done?
Well it just so happens that there is a church near Tampa, Florida, that may have stumbled upon the answer. The Relevant Church, now now, you oxymoronic aficionados control yourselves, as I was saying, The Relevant Church has issued a
30-DAY-SEX-CHALLENGE
outlined HERE on their website.
Yessiree Married Couples commit to make whoopee every day for 30 days and Singles vow to abstain from having sex, I presume with another person, for 30 days. ..unless it is a Seinfeldian 'Master of their Domain' thingamabob?
Here is a photo of the mastermind behind the campaign, Pastor PAUL WITH (Left) with the lucky-little-lady, his wife SUSIE WITH.
Hey who's Susie With? Paul With! No Who's on Third?


Well some of you might be thinking Only in America but to tell you the truth I am quite impressed with this marketing scheme. To combat the 50% divorce rate these pioneers are willing to throw traditionalisms out the stained glass window and fight fire with fire. Say No More nudge nudge wink wink is a lot more fun than Stray No More.

If you can't beat 'em,
join 'em!
(get it?)


Can somebody give me an AMEN!

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

My Dear Marcellus,
Something is NOT rotten in the state of Denmark!

Most of us had to study Hamlet, Shakespeare’s tragic tale of the melancholy Dane. The famous line about something being rotten in Denmark could not be further from the truth because according to a survey by the BBC HERE, Denmark has the happiest (most content) people on Earth.

I saw the story HERE here on CBS 60 minutes. Unlike most countries, the 5.5 Million Danes have a homogenous population, low crime rate, womb to tomb educational and medical coverage paid from a tax rate of 50%, 6 weeks of holidays, and their expectations are very modest..
basically the polar opposite of the American Dream of having it all and then some. Can you say good-clan-living. I will spare you my usual diatribe on how our brains have not evolved enough to cope with living in anything larger than a clan.

You're welcome.

This show coincided with a program HERE that I watched on NOVA about our closest cousins called Ape Genius. The other Apes are very smart but they apparently have trouble controlling their emotions and have serious impulse control issues. Unlike the Danes, who keep to themselves in public and consider it a “right NOT to be talked to.”

If you look at the Prison populations anywhere in the world, what percentage of the inmates would you suspect have serious impulse control issues? 100? When you watch the news and you see Religio-Political self flagellating, fanatics collecting in mobs, firing machine guns in the air while screaming like madmen, how many of them look like drama queens in full control of their emotional facilities?

This brings us back to the other Apes.


The Bonobos are a much happier lot than our doppleganger cousins the Chimpanzees (and us) because they use sex as a form of conflict resolution unlike the Chimps, (98% of our DNA), who use violence and intimidation to settle their interpersonal relationships.

Can you say Impulse Control, HELLO!

Some Anthropologists believe that somewhere along our evolutionary voyage, Homo Escapeons advanced because selective characteristics of cooperation and impulse control were passed on and gave us an edge..although I see scant evidence that this is a dominant trait.

Either way it gave rise to the two basic types of Humans that exist today.
Those that are Charming and those that are Tedious.

One could therefore logically assume that living in a country full of armed, raving, violent, male, nutjobs who act like two year olds having a temper tantrum, could easily be designated as the UNHAPPIEST places on Earth. No need to list those eh?

So in conclusion, the happiest place on Earth would be in a orgiastic, Bonobo colony in Denmark… moderate expectations notwithstanding.

I am sooo there!
Ooh-Ooh-A-HA!



Saturday, February 16, 2008

A DAY AT THE


Here is a glimpse of our fantastic outting at the local Museum.

As you can see both of my sons were absolutely fascinated, riveted really, by my generous, detailed, explanations of the various exhibits.


They probably think that it's really cool that their Dad seems to know so much about all of this crap, but they are waaaay too cool to say anything. I get it.


I try to cut through all of the scientificky mumbo jumbo that can sometimes make learning about Natural History a bit tedious. They appreciate my innate ability to 'totally' cut through the 'generation gap' and really 'get down' and just 'rap' with them .


It is plainly evident that they are both super keen to learn! They just seem to absorb all of my insightful orations like little sponges. You may not know this but I generously sprinkle my topical lectures with fascinating statistics, historical data, and little known facts.

I hope that they don't brag about me at school. What a shame that my girls couldn't make it.
I am a little nervous about giving them the 'TALK' about you-know-what..but what better place to do it than the Museum.
.
THE LAST OF THE RED HOT LOVERS!
Check out my fancy schmancy Jib Jab Valentine's Day Greeting to my Good Lady Wife on my sidebar.'
Grrrrrr!

HE's in for some lovin'!

Friday, February 15, 2008

WHAT THE ?

Ten Points if you guessed Dawn/Key/Ho/Taye (Diggs) !
Want to see some unbefrickinlievably uber-cool photoshopping?
Check THIS out.



Wednesday, February 13, 2008

FREEZE FRAME

Back in December of 1831, I was watching TV with my best friend Charlie Darwin, when out of the blue, he says


"I say Old Sport, I'm off to the Go Gos (Galapagos) to prove that Johnny Lamarck is a complete arse! Care to join me?"


To which I replied,"Meh, whatever..pass the chips. I should think that fumbling about that bloody pile of rocks in the middle of bloody nowhere with those ghastly Iguanas snorting salt out of their nostrils would be impossibly tedious?

Quite frankly I'd rather have needles poked in my eyes!"


He then slyly remarked,
"Really? I've asked Penelope to my Ornithologist on the Expedition.
Care to reconsider?"


"Penelope Pinkbitz?"


He knew damn well that I was madly in love with Pinkbitz. She was as beautiful as she was brilliant and I lovingly referred to her as my Darling Hornythologist.

"Alighty then, I suppose that I shall be your Ichthyologist.
I shall start packing as soon as we finish watching Season 3 of Arrested Devlopment!"


So off we went to the Go Gos and for Peneolpe and myself it was Paradise. However, it soon became apparent to Charlie, that Penelope and I were spending far too much time in flagrante delict-ooooh! and were remiss in our scientificky duties.

We were studying reproduction alright...
wherever and whenever we could!


Unfortunately poor Charlie had had enough. Since the crew had lived on Finch and Chimps for almost five years he suggested that the two of us go fishing together so that we could dine on a feast of Lobster before we departed.

I held Penelope in my arms and gently whispered,
"See you later Sweet Potater!"
I had no idea that this would be the last time that I would hold Pinkbitz in my arms.

Charlie and I then spent a brilliant afternoon collecting Lobster and despite his nattering about my acting like a "bloooody mink on amphetamines",

we patched up our friendship and were just heading in to shore when a statistically improbable incident occured.

A huge bloody White rammed our boat and I was thrown into the mercy of the Deep Blue Sea.

Charlie's last words to me were,
"Sit down you bloody fool!"


What happened from this point forward is almost too fantastical to believe..but from what I have pieced together..

Apparently I drifted South to Antarctica whilst propped upon remnants of the boat and was subsequently washed ashore.
My brain was preserved because it had been quickly frozen in the icy water.

There I remained until 1907 when a drunken Sailor out taking a whizz noticed that my head had been exposed and that Blue Footed Boobies were making a nest in my beard..


Boobies always reminds me of Penelope (sigh).

Where was I? Oh Yes.
My head was chipped out of my icy tomb, lazy bastards, unceremoniously tossed into the ship's hold with all of the frozen fish, and carted off to the Colonies.

I was sold to the Smithsonian and there I remained until 1966 when my still frozen head was purchased by a Cryogenics firm in California.

I had the unbelievable misfortune to be preserved next to the Clinic's most recent customer. Walt Disney.

For three months I heard him humming It's a Small World.
You cannot possibly imagine how annoying that was.


Hm hm hm hm hmmmmmmmmmm hm hm
Hm hm hm hm hmmmmmmmmmmmm hm hm
HM HM HM HM HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM HM HM
hm hm hm
hm
HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!

Finally Dr Shivers was kind enough to unplug Disney's bloody bin and good bloody riddance I say! He then arranged to have my head sewn unto a suitable donor.

It took a while for my memories to return but eventually they did. It was now 1975 and when I started telling people about my memories I was captured in a large butterfly net, clinically diagnosed as a certified nutjob, and tossed into the Looney Bin.

There I met the indomitable Randall McMurphy who ignominiously treated to a free Lobotomy. I myself narrowly escaped the same fate but narrowly managed to flee from that horrid,wretched, place when Chief Bromden threw a water fountain through a barred window.


That's enough for today. Bono and Gates are coming over for Lunch and I simply must finish making Cucumber Sandwiches.

Friday, February 08, 2008

HOMEY ESCAPING WINTER
As the psychological torment of Seasonal Affective Disorder, SAD, continues to wreak havoc upon what little is left of my grey matter,

HEY YOU TRY ENDURING FIVE FRICKIN' MONTHS OF WINTER IN WHATEVERPEG!


((ahem))

I shall be handing over the duties of this blog to Lord Tennisanyone, and others, until Spring comes to my rescue. Lord T. told me to post his portrait of him as a young man (quite full of himself I'm afraid)
but when his body was discovered, frozen solid, in Antarctica
he looked more like this...
anyway I'll let him tell the story about how they Cryogenically preserved him..
next to Walt Disney apparently.


I trust that you shall extend every courtesy to Lord Tennisanyone, Donnicus the Solipsist Soliloquist, and any others who might show up. Bear in mind that I have signed a waiver rendering me harmless against anything inappropriate that these people might say...

so nyeh!

Until Spring Toodaloo,
H.E .

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