Dumb is the new smart. Michael Wolff says the media can’t call Bush dumb for fear of being thought of as bigoted. Well, I can: he’s an idiot. He’s dumber than cotton. I’m surprised he can dress himself in the morning. And our apparent willingness to accept this is scary and deeply disturbing.
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Zen Spam E-mail Subject Line of the Week:
“If you die then what?”
Zen Pop Culture Question of the Week:
If Love Boat’s Bernie Kopell, in an infomercial for an anti-snoring remedy, has the words “TV Star” printed under his name as he is introduced, does that mean he is one?
Watched “That’s My Bush!” on Comedy Central Wednesday night. (Wednesday? Feels like three years ago.) While I understood and admired what they were trying to do, I missed the slyness that underlies the grossness of “South Park.” One interesting thing was, 90 percent of the show as presented could have substituted Al and Tipper and the jokes and setups would have been the same. I guess that’s understandable in a show that didn’t know who its main character was going to be until just a few weeks ago, but still. I know Matt and Trey want to send up sitcoms more than the presidency, but like with Series 7, it’s hard to parody a form that’s such self-parody already – Urkel, anyone? Series 7 manages it (brilliantly); TMB! doesn’t.
How often do you laugh out loud when surfing the web? I love The Onion, but I don’t often laugh out loud while reading it. (Most memorable single headline: “Maria Shriver’s Face Resharpened.”) Probably the only book I ever read that made me laugh out loud was “A Confederacy of Dunces.” Movies are more common of course, but under any circumstances, comedy is hard.
This made me laugh out loud. If it did the same to you, and you love “Confederacy of Dunces,” please contact me. We are soulmates.
Life is too damn short. That’s all I have to say about that.
I’m proud to say that I’ve spread my hatred of “Touched by an Angel” to Australia, where Jeb runs a site called www.bullshitarti.st. You can make nominations to the page, and I was happy when he accepted mine. His main site, World Wide Jeb, is my current favorite weblog, even though it’s more of an essay collection. Some of the funniest writing I’ve read on the web in ages – check it out.
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Did you ever have a song that made you smile every time you heard it? For me, that’s “Hello Grandma” by Lyle Lovett. The lyrics are so sly and his delivery is amazing. Due to the fact that I shelled out my own money for the CD that contained this song, I offer it up to you as a gift. Come and get me, RIAA.
This reminds me of my favorite “minority” story, told to me by a friend who worked for a restaurant with several locations (the names have been withheld to protect both the guilty and the innocent). At the managers’ meeting, one manager related a new hire:
Manager 1: She’s a wonderful Oriental woman. I think she’ll work out great.
Manager 2 (nudging Manager 1):…you mean, ‘Asian.’
Manager 1: No, I really think she’s Oriental.