"... - and then one night, around midnight, on the corner of Lexington and Fifty-second, when you have come really to the point of losing faith in the existence of such a crea- ture as you have been imagining for yourself even unto your thirty-second year, there she is, wearing a tan pants suit, and trying to hail a cab - lanky, with dark and abun- dant hair, and smallish features that give her face a kind of petulant expression, and an absolutely fantastic ass."
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Beginning of the Month Porn Post that's hidden because November really needed something funny Being Unemployed with Hip E. So I got back from Portland on Monday. My first day of unemployment was basically spent getting back to San Francisco from Portland and being slightly sick. As sick as I ever get anyways. PETE: Okay where are we going to go, seriously. What I'm not doing is not going out. shArk: You mean what you are doing is not going out. PETE: ... No. I mean I'm going out. shArk: Right. But right now what you're doing is not going out. PETE: Right, but I'm not going to not go out. We catch the action in medias res. Shark, Patsy, Hip E. and PETE are in the living room drinking and not talking about where they should go out, but instead talking about how Jay should stop dating bike messengers. Shark [to PETE]: Well maybe if you didn't take an hour to get ready we would be out right now. PETE: I didn't take an hour. Shark: Oh! Let me look into my crystal ball and divine why you took so long. After taking your shower you sat at your computer for a while downloading porn, and then- PETE: I didn't download porn. I had to shave. Shark: PETE! Look me in the eyes and tell me that at no point when you were downstairs did you download porn. PETE: I didn't download any porn. Shark, I have so much porn. I don't need to download any more. Shark: But don't you hate having to watch the same porn over and over again? PETE: As I said, I have 30 gigs of porn [note: having checked I exaggerated. I only have 15 gigs] By the time I get to the end of my porn I forgot what was at the beginning. Shark: Yeah but all your porn is [make face indicating annoyed indifference]. Ehh. PETE: Shark, I have some great stuff on there. I have chicks with gaping assholes jamming two cocks in there at once. Shark: ... ... Well that sounds pretty good. Patsy: Eewwwwwwwuh! Marrrrrrk. Shark: What Patsy? I like my porn to be engaging. I like hardcore ass reaming, yes. And I like chicks who are down to swallow the cum of like, four dudes at once. What? Patsy: Yeah and I bet they get a big stomach ache afterwards! PETE: [spits Jack Daniels on his sweet new GAP sweater] Posted by PETE lets say... 11/30/05 at sunset Aliens Recreate Tom Cruise "Today" Interview The Cruise's words sound so much more reasonable coming from a cartoon alien than from his weaselly, zombie-like grill. Posted by Hip E. 2005-11-21 14:57:36 Kazakhs Crack Down On Hilarity NPR does a piece on the controversy swirling around Ali G.'s alter ego, Borat: Kazakhstan Not Laughing at TV's 'Ali G' by Madeleine Brand Day to Day, November 17, 2005 · Kazakh officials have threatened to sue British comedian Sasha Baron Cohen, a.ka. "Ali G," and his fictional alter ego, Kazakh television journalist Borat. Kazakhs say the Borat character promotes an inaccurate portrayal of them as backwards, illiterate and anti-semitic. Posted by Hip E. 2005-11-18 09:51:52 South Park Blows ... My Mind The great Americans at South Park have done it again. They just absolutely destroyed Scientology last night in an episode that made the Dumb Dumb Joseph Smith episode look like an LDS-backed hagiography. The key thing here As I commented on Monday on the official South Park bulletin board, the key questions are these: How long will it take Scientology to sue Comedy Central, and What is Big-Time Scientologist Isaac Hayes - the voice of Chef - going to do about this? I bet he is having a very busy day, along with everyone in the Scientology Office of Special Affairs (OSA). Needless to say, I was wetting my pants with glee throughout the entire episode. Especially the part when Stan is making up the crazy new levels of Scientology and the President of Scientology is going "Yes, okay, good..." and then Stan is like "...and Scientologists won't have to pay for services anymore, because you can't be a real religion if you charge for your services." And the guy flips out. O, it was sweet. If you saw the episode and are skeptical about the "THIS IS WHAT SCIENTOLOGISTS ACTUALLY BELIEVE" part, you can see the "Operating Thetan III" story here, in L. Ron's own insane handwriting. Wow, what a nutcase. Posted by Hip E. 2005-11-17 09:34:13 Clever Boy, Shark Fuck up the site just so I'll finally come here and post something. Well it worked, but now my mind is awash in ideas and I just can't decide what to post about. Hmm... * Arrested Development didn't get cancelled, exactly. More accurately Fox just opted not to pick up the last 9 episodes of the 3rd season. A full season is 22 episodes so 13 have been made and they will air all of them... in December. The first season was actually short too (18 episodes). The only rumor I've heard is that Showtime might pick them up, which would be cool because then they could swear and maybe even have a soft core porn episode starring, well Alia Shawkat, Charlize Theron, Portia DiRossi, Shannon Tweed and Julie Strain... and the actress who played Gob's spicy latin girlfriend, Marta. You get where I'm going with this. Kitchen Confidential on the other hand? THEY got cancelled. * I never said anything about the White Sox Winning the World Series. Since I still haven't stopped orgasming I can't really collect my thoughts, but I will say that I now understand Jerry Reinsdorf (owner of the Sox and the Chicago Bulls - that's a basketball team for all you female readers out there) when he said that he would trade all six Bulls championships for one World Series victory. I actually have a lot to say about this so maybe I'll wait on it. * Scientology episode of South Park last night amongst the best ever. I'll let Hip E. handle this one. * Skateboarding is fun. Hip E. and I can both now ollie over one deck, which technically speaking means we can ollie up onto curbs. This is huge, as it means that we are on par with most 7-year-olds who have been skating for 3 weeks and probably also Stephen from Laguna Beach! The one thing we don't have over little kids is their ability to heal fast. Right now I can't really sleep on my side... or my other side. I also have trouble sitting and standing. SKATE OR DIE!!!! * Laguna Beach Season 2 Finale sucked ass. I don't know what I expected, but I didn't expect a lot of whiney bitches crying about moving 30 MINUTES AWAY FROM EACH OTHER!! The whole episode was just a montage of every character saying "It's weird" over and over again to different people. Next season looks pretty weak, but LC's show The Hills will most likely be watched. We're already placing bets as to whether the PUMA will show up in an episode. [LC and Heidi standing on the street in Westwood trying to hail a cab. PUMA comes stumbling out of a bar, drink still in hand, bleeding from the head] PUMA: Holy Shit! LC! LC come here... LC... LC... Are you cool? Obviously not. I thought you were cool LC. LC come here. [PUMA headbuts LC] LC are you mad at me?" That should be awesome. * Last night's Daily Show had a Moment Of Zen that actually zenned the shit out of me. It was footage from the birthday party for this tortoise that's 175 years old, making him the world's oldest living creature that isn't some dumb ass tree. They showed all these people standing around real quiet while some zooperson lit the candles on a tortoise-shaped cake. I felt this calm wash over me as I thought to myself: "Holy shit that tortoise is realy fucking old." Ommmmmmmmmmmm. Think on these things. Posted by PETE 2005-11-17 09:23:55 Arrested Development Cancelled After shoving TV's best sitcom into a horendous timeslot, Fox has now officially cancelled Arrested Development. There is now no reason to watch television anymore. As such, I am boycotting all television for the next month in protest. Take that Fox world! Posted by Shark 2005-11-14 08:40:03 "This Is the Worst Day of My Life": A Jo-tel Exclusive, Pre-Empted by Reid, but Updated with New, Post Shitter-Flood Details Part One: Joe Ayoob spelled Backwards It was turning out to be a lackluster Saturday: sitting on the coach, getting moderately drunk, watching Cal lose - pretty typical actually. This all changed when Rafael and his friends, including a gaggle of giggly girls, showed up (well, actually, not much changed, we were still on the coach, we were still watching Cal loose (although getting nicely distracted) ... maybe we were getting drunk faster ... yeah, that was it, that changed). Despite the atypical Saturday afternoon appearance of females at the Jo-tel, in hindsight the most entertaining member of this group was actually a dude (hereinafter "Dude"). At the time he walked in, he might have already pooed his pants. The chronology is not certain. You see, after we had been hanging around for a while, Reid and the Dude went to get more beer. According to Reid, on their way to the liquor store, the Dude apparently felt a sense of comrodery with Reid and decided to tell him that he had farted poo into his boxers earlier in the day. Again, it's unclear how long Dude's boxers had been coated with fart-poo, but various onlookers recall him scratching his ass and crotch area at various points throughout the afternoon. Things started to visibly go bad for Dude when the girl he was with pinched him on the back of the leg. Now, at first I thought this girl was Dude's girlfriend (maybe this was because I notice him resting his head lovingly on her shoulder). It turns out, however, that Dude was just visiting from San Diego (and the shoulder love was awkward and unwelcome). Him and the girl, Savanna, had had a drunken wedding fling some time back. He was visiting SF in hopes of rekindling that flame. As we shall see, however, sticky sex and sticky poo do not mix (and I've long since deleted "The Chamber of Whorers"). Part Two: Ching's Gambit Met So Dude gets pissed when he gets pinched. Sort of lame, but whatever. Meanwhile the Jo-tel is getting drunk off the huge bottle of Jager that he purchased (half of which Reid spilled on the floor and subwoofer trying to make iced shots) and didn't really care about this side-spectacle - besides, there was a game to be lost by Cal! Dude's pissed though, so he half-heartedly throws a water bottle at Savanna's leg. She escalates by throwing a large water bottle directly at Dude's face. And it makes serious contact with his left cheek. He becomes rabid. By this point, Cal QB Joe Ayoob had already blown the game by overthrowing a wide open received by 7 yards. We were playing video games and fixing to head to Chevy's for discount food. Dude refuses to cooperate because he's so pissed and him and Savana are talking things over in the bathroom. I, realizing that they are in the bathroom, decide to reprise my famous "Jo-tel Shimmy", which involves me crawling out the window and bracing myself over the ledge to peer into the bathroom. This turned out to be unnecessary because the bathroom window, which boasts a much less precarious vantage point, but which I had originally factored out because it was painted shut about six months ago by the utterly incompetent house painter hired by our landlord Candace (Ching), actually (by act of God (read: science)) opened when Reid pressed with only marginal force on a window that both him and I had been throwing our entire weight against for the last six months in hope of opening. So I easily peered into the open bathroom window where Savana and Dude were fighting. Dude ran out when he saw us. We found out later that Dude had been crying. You see, Dude, contrary to his hopes, had not been getting any ass that weekend. The water bottle to the face may have pushed him over the top. Part Three: The Milagro Beanfield War We continue our tale with a frustrating scene of flirty argumentation. Savanna and Dude are in the kitchen trying to iron things out. Despite several drunken mediation attempts by me ("drunken aggression happens all the time, let's harness that energy and go to Chevy's!"), I could not get either on board for Chevy's. My drunkenness was just beginning to wear off when they agreed to leave. Savanna, Dude, Rachel and I proceed to Chevy's where we believed that we would be greeted with fat discounts on account that both Raf and a girl that he knows were working (as bartender and waitress respectively) that night. During the pre-meal conversation, Dude is painfully reticent, while Savanna is acting normal. Then the food comes. While Dude was in the bathroom (cleaning poo?), Savanna had ordered a large combo platter for both her and Dude. Reid and I also shared a combo platter. Reid has really nice eyes. However, while Reid and I we sharing voraciously, Dude refused to eat. "I haven't eaten anything yet today, why start now?" he posits. Savanna becomes visibly frustrated by Dude's enigmatic response. We found out later that Dude had been a chubby kid - perhaps this explains his fear of the bountiful Chevy's lard platter. Or perhaps he feared the inevitable effect of Mexican beans on his already unstable gastro-intestinal system. Either way, dude was not being social. In fact, he insisted on muttering epithets at Savanna throughout the meal ("bitch", "fucking stupid slut"). This was awkward. Then suddenly Savanna slams four dollars down and leaves. Dude plays it cool, telling us what a bitch she is, then, a few minutes later, leaves to chase after said bitch. Savanna, however, has merely gone outside to smoke a cigarette. When she sees Dude leave, she returns to the table. We then received our check only to notice that our fat discount has manifested itself as a $1.60 reduction in the price of Rachel's quesadilla. Not exactly hooked up like a tow truck. Part Four: When the Levee Breaks We decide to walk back to our apartments. On the way, Reid spilled the beans about how Dude spilled the beans into his boxers earlier. Savanna is revolted. She also tells us that she has made an extra key to her apartment for Dude. At which point, I remember Rashamon and, looking at the situation for the perspective of Toshima Mifune's (rapine?) barbarian, I think, "It seems like she really led this dude on. She may not have been ambiguous at all that she wanted to do it to him. I would probably be pissed if I were him too. Of course, if I were him, I wouldn't have shat my pants...." We arrive at Savanna's place (where we had all somehow tacitly agreed to go). Upon entering we find signs of Dude. His shorts are on the ground, partially soaked. Various theories were bandied about: "Look at the poo - there's so much of it!" "He must have cleaned the poo off!" "Let's drink beers!" Then Dude came in, hair still wet from the shower. We chilled for a bit. It was monumentally awkward. Dude tried to interact nonchalantly. None of us could manage ... it was difficult to not laugh. Plus, rap music was dominating the iTunes. Bleh! Rachel got up to go to the bathroom. From the hall we heard her cries. "Oh my god, Savanna," Rachel looks back into the room, "There's a ton of water in the hall." Savanna pauses, then walks into the hall. She's says nothing. "What is it?" Reid asks. Dude is silent. Then I go out into the hall. "There's a shit-ton of water out there," I report. Dude then gets off the bed and heads towards the hallway with a strangely feigned expression of frustration that he, of all people, has to deal with one of Savanna's problems. Savanna implores Dude to shut off the water. He wades through the flood in the hallway and starts messing with the toilet. Meanwhile, Savanna looks into the bathtub and finds every towel in the house (decorative/frilly towels included) soaking wet with murky (yuk!) water in the bathtub. "Rachel, come here... What the fuck is this?" Savanna turns to Dude, fiddling with the toilet. "[Dude], what the fuck is this." "What?" Dude responds, trying to swallow the embarrassment and formulate an escape plan at the same time. "This. All these towels!" "Dude," Dude responds, standing up, "They're - I - the bathroom was totally flooded when I came in so I had used them to clean it up. It was crazy, I didn't know what to do." Part Five: Analytical Digression Let's take a step back. As soon as this occured, everyone formulated their own theories as to what happened. Dude had arrived home. He released a volatile stream of poo into Savanna's shitter. Said load of poo clogged the shitter. Dude used every towel in the house to clean up the overflowed poo poo water. Then he got into the shower to clean off his filthy ass. That much is clear. The following events are less certain: 1. Dude's Hunger Strike. My theory is that the REAL reason why Dude did not want to eat at Chevy's was because his small intestine was full of riotous poo and, in his disturbed state, his stomach was queasy. His flight home proved opportune because the kind of shit that he had stored up required a post-shit shower. 2. Dude's Wet Pants. Some think that the wet spot on Dude's shorts that we noticed when we arrived at the apartment came from Dude trying to clean the shit splatters that he had deposited earlier in the day. However, I disagree. You see, Dude was wearing boxers. If anything got soiled it was his boxers. No. I think that Dude slipped on the first flood in the hallway and soaked his pants. This is bolstered by something that happened during the second flood: Dude slipped hardcore. I didn't witness it but according to Rachel his feet flew into the air and he totally bit it, gouging his back on a nail head protruding from the wall. First, this reveals that Dude was prone to slipping. Second, it explains why, after what was probably his second poo-water slip of the evening, he admitted under his breath, but within my range of hearing: "This is the worst day of my life." 3. Dude's Intentions. My interpretation has always been that Dude flooded the toilet and ruined the towels and knew - he had to know - that Savanna would find out. I mean, it's tough to hide something like, "I ruined every single towel in your apartment." He didn't expect us, though, to all come back to the apartment. When this sunk in, he obviously didn't want to deal with admitting the foregoing events in front of all those people. His fervant hope: that Savanna would not notice the towels, we'd all go out, Savanna would fall for him again, they'd aggressively do it to each other that night, and, then, in the post-sex glow of the morning, he'd tell her about the towels - hell, he might even come clean about the poo. The only problem: the poo proved too strong. The toilet taketh and toilet floodeth back. And Dude, forced, like a poo-flinging monkey, into a corner, told his story about the mysteriously overflowing toilet. But the lie was plain. Toilets do not spontaneously overflow. 4. "I'm Going to Kill You." Reid, Rachel and I were sitting by the stairs in the hall, ready to take off, when I realized I had forgotten my Hip E's jacket. I quietly crept back into the flooded apartment. While I was grabbing the jacket I noticed that Dude had brought out a tiny kitchen towel that he had somehow missed during the first flood. Savanna sees this and says, "[Dude], what the fuck are you doing." "Cleaning." "Not with the dish towel. You're a fucking idiot." As soon as I returned to the hallway, some random guy from up the stairs (totally unrelated to our group) yells in a serious tone, "I'm going to kill you!" at someone on the second floor. We bolt out the apartment. Part Six: Where I End You Begin So here's the final development - the strange denouement - that Reid did not - nay, could not - tell you about. All along Dude had a flight scheduled for Sunday morning. When Sunday morning reared its merciful head, Savanna awoke to wake Dude up and get him out of her house. He continued to sleep. "Oh," he lifted his head up in a daze, "I didn't tell you, I changed my flight to Wednesday, so we could spend more time together, I thought I told you." "No," Savanna replied, "you never told me, and it is so not cool, I need some SAVANNA TIME." "Oh, well," he turned over again in her bed to get more comfortable, "the flight is already changed, there's nothing I can do now." According to Rafael, Dude had been toying with the idea of postponing his departure, hopefully in order to prolong the ecstasy of his visit. Dude's decision to try to stay for three more days with Savanna (after all of the shit - ha) made me realize that not only does Dude Johnny D things up like none other, but he's also bat-shit crazy. Savanna then told him, emphatically, that he could not stay with her. Dude then calls his only other friend in Bay Area, in Sonoma. Savanna drove him there in silence. When she returned home, she went on a date with some another guy - one that, I assume, does not poo his pants. As for Dude, he can take consolation in the fact that, before we left for Chevy's, I made a data CD for him filled with great music. Rock on, Dude! Posted by Shark 2005-11-13 21:36:19 Americans : Cognitive Dissonance :: Hotdogs : Baseball In Dover, PA, a judge is currently considering a lawsuit filed by parents against the local school district after the district voted to downplay Evolution and include "Intelligent Design" in their Science curriculum. Arguments concluded on November 4th and a verdict is expected by January. On Tuesday, however, all eight of the school board members who supported the inclusion of "Intelligent Design" lost in their bids to remain on the board. And this is in a district that is 70% Republican. It was a sublime victory for Science education and Truth. Here's what Pat Robertson had to say about it on The 700 Club: (video: broadband, dial-up) "I'd like to say to the good citizens of Dover. If there is a disaster in your area, don't turn to God, you just rejected Him from your city. And don't wonder why He hasn't helped you when problems begin, if they begin. I'm not saying they will, but if they do, just remember, you just voted God out of your city. And if that's the case, don't ask for His help because he might not be there." Pretty much speaks for itself. The reason I brought this up is that I think a lot of people in places like Portland and San Francisco have no concept of the scope of retrograde thinking that is taking place in America on this subject. It's easy for a lot of people in these parts to dismiss Pat Robertson as kind of a wacko who doesn't represent any of the religious people they know. But here's the thing: it's only because we live in the most progressive place in America that we have that impression. Pat Robertson was one of the people Karl Rove called to beg for their blessings when Supreme Court nominee Harriet Miers started running into trouble. He is a very powerful man. And yet, he's kuckoo for cocoa puffs. Unsatisfied with mere conjecture, I looked it up. Definitely check out this site, it's an eye-opening rundown of polling on the subjects of Evolution, Creationism, and Intelligent Design. The bottom line: Polls show that about 45-55% of America believes that God created the universe and life on this planet in six days like it says in the bible. Meanwhile, in one poll, people were asked in turn whether they thought Evolution was true, and whether they thought Creationism was true. 55% thought Evolution was true, while 58% thought Creationism was true. Huh? I attribute this confusion to the pervasive taboo against talking about the factual claims of religion - a taboo I run into head first over and over again. Anyway, these polls are from THIS YEAR. Now, I know that sometimes I go along on my merry way, thinking that what I'm saying is completely innocuous, only to find out later that everyone thinks I'm being a huge asshole. But in this case I'm pretty sure I'm on the right track. About half of the country, in 2005, thinks God created the universe in 6 days like it says in the bible. That's crazy, right? Cause either that's crazy, or I'm crazy. Posted by Hip E. 2005-11-10 14:00:15 Election Lessons Learned At least 3,920,487 Californians either do not read the Jo-tel, or else read the Jo-tel and do not obey my every command. It's a sad day for democracy. Just kidding. Overall I am pleased with the results. I just wish Arnold hadn't backed Prop. 77, because if he hadn't I think a lot more people would have voted for it. Oh well. On a serious note, I didn't post that Voter Guide to tell you all how to vote. It was purely for novelty and information purposes. Posted by Hip E. 2005-11-09 11:21:31 Jo-tel Voter Guide The special election is today and I've spend the morning trying to figure out how I'm going to vote. Here's what I've decided, with my confidence in my decision represented by font: 73 - NO - Waiting Period and Parental Notification Before Termination of Minor's Pregnancy. Puts vulnerable teenagers in harm's way. *UPDATE* - Questions from readers lead me to say a little more on this one. The main reasons I'm against this are: A) According to the rebuttal to the official argument in favor, "THE CALIFORNIA SUPREME COURT, looking at the experience of other states with similar laws, CONCLUDED THAT THE EVIDENCE 'OVERWHELMINGLY' SHOWS THESE LAWS DO NOT SUPPORT FAMILIES, BUT IN FACT, PUT TEENAGERS IN DANGER." (emphasis in original) B) It adds language to the State Constitution defining abortion as causing "death of the unborn child, a child conceived but not yet born."
74 - NO - Public School Teachers. Waiting Period for Permanent Status. Dismissal. I went back and forth on this, but I think Arnold is just using this as a cudgel against the Teachers' Union for loudly opposing his agenda.
75 - NO - Public Employee Union Dues. Restricitons on Political Contributions. Employee Consent Requirement. Corporations already outspend unions something like 23 to 1. This would make that imbalance worse.
76 - NO - State Spending and School Funding Limits. Gives the executive branch too much power.
77 - YES - Redistricting. As discussed below, this will strike a blow against one of the biggest shortcomings of American democracy.
78 - NO - Discounts on Prescription Drugs. This is the one that is supported by the evil drug companies {scary maniacal laugh}.
79 - PICK'EM - Prescription Drug Discounts. State-Negotiated Rebates. This is the other drug one. I'm sure it would help some people, but it would also probably cost lots of money.
80 - NO - Electric Service Providers. Regulation. This one is confusing. The Chronicle is against it and apparently it would make it harder to advance the cause of environmentally-friendly power. Posted by Hip E. 2005-11-08 12:54:09 I Was Wrong This is how God decides when it's going to rain. (Turn down your speaker volume) Courtesy of this guy. Posted by Hip E. 2005-11-08 09:47:42 Reflective Sunday Walk Extravaganza: This Weekend Will Never End On Sunday, come rain, shine, or mist, I enjoy taking long walks on foot through the city. I feel that if I get up early on Sunday and just start walking, there's no WAY that the weekend will ever end. I usually embark on these trips by first heading straight down Broadway and admiring the million dollar properties. On a sunny day, their perfectly trimmed and impossibly contained front hedges are marvelous as one consumes his or her first beer. Then I usually turn the proverbial corner toward Height Street, where the centrifugal force of Amoeba Music (whose only moderately comprehensive music selection, far from deterring me, lures me toward the prospect of feeling lucky to find the likes of Lightning Bolt or Fennesz among its inventory (using Insound would be too easy and deprive me of this thrill) or, at "worst," being able to "lament" that my tastes are less mainstream than even those of the Amoeba buyers, tattooed on their hands as they probably are) pulls me by the belt buckle that I am not wearing. At Amoeba I spend too much money on music and movies. Then I leave and head to Safeway on Height were I purchase stuff like ham and 24-once beers and then proceed to Golden Gate Park. There I drink my second beer and write a few choice paragraphs in something like - say - my novella Red Hill Mining Town (don't worry, nobody will read it). Then I'll think thoughts like, "Hey I should dedicate this story 'To the Happy Few.'" Then I read a chapter of a book (this time it was Stendahl) and move on. My legs are getting tired now as I head home so I stop at a park and drink a beer while reading another chapter of my book. At this point I usually woo a yuppie chick walking a dog or something and, with my charm, find my way into her apartment where I do it to her and stuff. By the time I leave it is dusk and I head towards home. I admire the view - even if it's foggy. The music selection on this last leg is important. I'm drunk, so the target is not tiny, but, still, one has to pick something with emotive value (I wouldn't recommend The Blood Brothers, for instance). Approaching my apartment, I'm usually filled with thoughts about how I will treat all of my friends differently and how my life will change forever. When I get home, though, I usually just act drunk and salty as usual. THE END Posted by Shark 2005-11-07 14:42:24 Wet Hot American Summer: You Suck! 
I just watched Wet Hot American Summer. The movie sucked. I'll try to keep this short. The movie sucked. If you like this movie, there is a 97% chance that you were a thespian in high school and "did" a lot of improv comedy classes and workshops. Yes, I am talking to you, David Ansen of Newsweek. If you are a former thespian and you don't like this movie then you may still be salvageable. If you are a non-thespian who liked this movie, then maybe you didn't notice that the movie was rated R, was about summer camp, was full of dirty language, had a scene of intense drug abuse, had a scene where an empty can of green beans said "I can suck my own dick and I do it a lot", had a scene where that guy from VH1 graphically nails a dude from behind in the tool shed, AND YET, DID NOT HAVE ANY BOOBS IN IT!!!!!! Posted by Hip E. 2005-11-04 16:35:28 How to Always Win at "Thumbs Up 7-Up" and Other Advices On this rainy and cold day I am reminded of a classic activity that teachers and coaches would have us elementary school kids play during rainy days in lieu of outdoor activities: Thumbs Up 7-Up. If anyone ever finds themselves engaged in this classic game, here's a tip on how to always win: If you're a guy, the key is to touch the thumb as daintily as possible. The result will be that the person who's thumb you touched will never guess that it was you, a male. If you are a girl, the opposite applies - touch the thumb harshly, as if trying to prove your might. This strategy has a very high rate of success. Now, let's pull back for a second and analyze Thumbs Up 7-Up more critically. Is it really a victory to not get picked out? Think about it. If you get caught, you sit back down, at which point you can essentially sleep with your head down. The only thing you have to do is lift your head momentarily to intentionally choose the wrong person and then return to your dreamy nap-bound reveries. I think the answer depends on your mood. However, if you are in the sleepy mode, BE CAREFUL. One of the thumb-touchers may be employing my aforementioned winning strategy. In that case, your attempt to pick an obviously incorrect toucher might lead you to the very toucher that you were trying to avoid! My only tip is to look for a toucher with a wry or shit-eating grin. This very well may be a toucher employing the aforementioned strategy. Finally, if you harbor an amorous crush towards one of the heads-down participants, I would advise you not to try to cop a quick thumb feel by choosing to touch that person's thumb. First, from a purely pragmatic standpoint, if you are trying to win, you will surely be detected. Second, you'll look lame. I know this from experience. Good luck! Posted by Shark 2005-11-04 11:29:51
Jo-tel Voter's Guide to the Special Statewide Election The problem is not not knowing things. It is not not not knowing that which it is that you do not not know and whatnot. -Nobody ever said this. After receiving numerous requests from our constituents, we at the Jo-tel are providing a guide to the special election so that our constituents won't have to think for themselves should they choose to vote on Tuesday, November 8. If you like to get naked in bars, or like it when other people do, then read our guide and vote with us! Prop. 77 Redistricting. Initiative Constitutional Amendment. The Jo-tel Says: *VOTE YES* This is the big one. Actually I don't know anything about the other Propositions yet, but if this installment takes off maybe I can get Shark to write about the exciting, breathtaking Prop. 80, "Electric Service Providers. Regulation." Currently in California, as in most states (all states?), the legislative districts are redrawn every ten years, after the census, by the state legislature. This means that whichever party is in charge after the census gets to jerry-rig the voting districts to consolidate their own likely voters while splitting up the opposition party's voters into small, manageable chunks. This is a bad way to do things. The only way this system could be worse is if this reapportionment were to take place every time the balance of power switched from one party to the other instead of every ten years. That is what happened in Texas in 2003 - one of the most disgusting political power-grabs in American history. [FN1] Proposition 77 amends the constitution to remove the state legislature a degree or two away from the power to choose their own legislative districts. If 77 passes, the task of redistricting will pass to a panel of three independent judges. Obviously, the whole enterprise rests on how the panel of judges is selected. This fact was the outcome of a loud, drunken conversation with Linda and her lawyer friend from the First Amendment Project last weekend. It all depends on how the panel is selected. I have reviewed the proposition, and I have determined that the selection process is fair and unlikely to result in a blatantly partisan panel. This is taken directly from the voter guide: MAJOR STEPS TO SELECT REDISTRICTING PANEL UNDER PROPOSITION 77 1. Judicial Council (an administrative body of the court system) collects list of retired judges willing to serve on a panel. The judges must not have: -Held partisan political office. -Changed their party affiliation since their judicial appointment. -Received income over the past year from specified political sources. 2. Judicial Council randomly selects a pool of 24 judges from the list of volunteers. The two largest political parties must have equal representation. 3. The four legislative leaders (two each from the majority and minority parties) nominate a total of 12 judges from the pool. The leaders each nominate three judges with party affiliations different than their own. Each leader is then able to eliminate one of the nominated judges.
4. From the nominated judges remaining on the list, three judges are selected at random to serve as the panel. Each of the two largest political parties must have at least one representative.
5. The selected judges pledge, in writing, to not run for offices affected by the districts they draw or accept public jobs (other than judicial or teaching) for the next five years. Therefore, I am going to vote Yes on 77. The main problems with 77 from the Jo-tel's perspective are that, since Democrats have about a 2/3rds majority in the California legislature, Democrats are likely to post a net loss of seats in the next election under a less-partisan district map. Oh well. That's the price of fairness. A similar initiative is on the ballot this fall in Ohio, only that one is supported by Democrats who will gain power in the short term and opposed by the power-hungry Republicans. Let's not be like those Republicans. Second, there is this analysis that I found on DailyKos.com that states that the requirement that the districts be "compact" amounts to a de facto Republican bias in the amendment. I'll let you consider his argument for yourself. To me, it is unconvincing. This is a great opportunity for progressive, reform-minded liberals to institute positive change in California government while setting a good example for and the fact that many Republicans and Ahnold support the measure for their own narrow political gain means that they cannot accuse Dems of partisan purposes behind supporting this initiative. FN1 - A Recap: 2001 - The Texas legislature is controlled by Dems. Post-census redistricting process begins. Dems and GOP can't agree on compromise. Dems have simple majority that technically allows them to push their map through, but adhere to the tradition requiring 2/3rds supermajority, thereby sending the redistricting to the judicial branch. A 3-judge federal panel finally chooses an incumbent-friendly map to be used in the 2002 elections. These elections give a slight majority to Republicans. 2003 - Tom DeLay (U.S. Congressional Representative for Texas) decides to re-redistrict Texas, a blatant transgression against the time-honored decennial redistricting timetable. Without the 2/3rds majority that the Dems had observed in 2001, DeLay instructs the State Republican Delgates to go forward with only the simple majority. Republican Governor Rick Perry furthers the cause by calling several special sessions of congress. State Dem Reps, seeing the naked power-grab for what it is, actually leave the state so that the legislature will not have the quorum needed for the vote to go through. DeLay, giddy with power, at one point calls in a favor to the newly created Department of Homeland Security, asking to use their resources to track the movements of a private jet carrying several of the fleeing Democratic delegation. Basically, it was insane. But at the same time coldly calculated to accomplish what it eventually did accomplish - the gerrymandering of Texas in order to net four more Republican representatives in the U.S. Congress, of which DeLay was the Majority Leader until last week. Those were the only four congressional seats the Republicans netted in the entire country in 2004. Posted by Hip E. 2005-11-04 11:48:06 Down in Plames or: An Imaginary Rent Conversation with Political Undertones or: "I Will Try To Reach Count Westwest by Telephone" or: How to Write Titles Like Sufjan Stevens At the Castle the telephone system seems to work extremely well; I've been told the telephones there are in constant use. Here on our local telephones we hear that constant telephoning as murmering and singing, you must have heard it too. Well, this murmering and singing is the only true and reliable thing that the local telephones convey to us, everything else is deceptive. -- Kafka, The Castle [full quote here] White House Press Secretary Scott McLellan held another press "conference" yesterday about the Plame leak. All along we've been hearing how the White House will make a statement once the special prosecutor's investigation provided information. Now that Fitzgerald has indicted Libby, McLellan still refuses to say anything. This whole dynamic is amazing. "I'm the guy who's going to be able to talk to you. Unfortunately for you, my strongest asset is my ability to use meaningless jargon and excuses to say absolutely nothing and then act indignant that the press is being so dogged in trying to get answers." It reminds me of one of Kafka's bureaucratic nightmares (in the surreal meaninglessness yet maddening complexity of the entire process) or an episode of Lost (because it's bad).
When I arrive home this evening, Hip E will approach me about various issues regarding bills and rent. And we will resolve them quickly. But what if I acted like Scott McLellan? Hmmm…. [cue dream sequence haze]: HIP: Shark, have you cashed my rent check from last month yet? SHARK: I'm not at liberty to answer that now. An investigation is still underway. I would not want to prejudice the investigation process. As soon as we get word from the bank, we will disclose that information. HIP: Well, should I just pay rent for two months then … ? SHARK: I can only give you that answer after the cock crows twice. Cock crows. HIP: Well, you also owe me money for PG&E and Comcast. So should I just subtract that from my rent check? SHARK: Again, I'm not a liberty to speculate as to what you might do with your rent check to me. That kind of rank speculation could endanger those involved in the rent collection process. And I'm just not going to do that. Cock crows for a second time. HIP: Shark, the cock has crowed twice, can you now tell me whether or not I should just pay both months at the same time? SHARK: No. An investigation is currently underway as to whether the cock actually crowed twice and as to whether that cock was actually a cock. We think we heard it crow once. That much is for sure. But the second crow is currently the subject of an ongoing investigation. At this point we just have no way of knowing. HIP: What is a cock anyway? SHARK: A cock is a rooster. HIP: Just give me our landlord's address, I'll send her the rent check myself. SHARK: If I gave that information I would be prejudicing the investigation and possibly preventing the defendants from receiving the full and fair trial that they are entitled to. HIP: Which investigation are you talking about now … and who's on trial? SHARK: Now look. I've sat here before you on many occasions. I've established my credibility before you. And … I just want you to believe in me! I think I've earned it! After all these years of speaking honestly with you … I've earned your trust! Shark begins to cry as the curtain closes to the sound of the new Wolf Parade CD [Rating: 8.7] in the background. Posted by Shark 2005-11-01 19:49:57 John McCain Wow. John McCain just almost blew my mind. I was watching Charlie Rose (yes, on Halloween. ... I know.) and McCain is astoundingly good. He is really smart, and he's really well spoken, and he's almost completely genuine. It's shocking that there are so few people like him in the upper reaches of our government. I pretty much agreed with just about everything he said, and the things that I disagreed with him on were at least based on fairly cogent reasoning and actual consideration. Basically, I think I would vote for him. I had been watching in amazement for about a half hour when Darwin came up. McCain has a new book out - sort of like Profiles in Courage [or whatever] - and Darwin is one of the people featured in it. He talked a little about Darwin and he was cool. Then Rose, facing the table while looking straight up through his bushy eyebrows, asked him about the "Intelligent Design" controversy. McCain proceeded to explain that he thinks Evolution should be taught along with all the reasons scientists think that it works, and then Also the kids should be taught that these other people have this other idea about it. And then he goes on to say that he thinks Americans should learn more about Islam, and that that should also be taught in schools. Here's the problem: Intelligent Design should not be taught in Science class because it is not Science. The "Science" that the class is named after is a specific - albeit amorphous - thing. It is comprised of a system of extracting knowledge and meaning from the inscrutable countenance of Nature, along with the many thousands of trained people who conduct its daily business. "Intelligent Design" does not meet the criteria for a Scientific Theory. It doesn't generate testable hypotheses. It is plainly a religious, social, and political movement; it is not only not a part of Science - it is the opposite of Science. Certainly, important social issues facing the country and the world should be taught about in our schools. This is where John McCain is confused, or is willfully avoiding the central issue. The controversy over Intelligent Design, to the extent that there is a controversy, exists in the spheres of History, Social Studies, and Civics - not in Science. Intelligent Design should be taught *about*, along with Islam, Judaism, Christianity, Mormonism, Scientology and Reverend Jim Jones, in these classes - not in Science. But anyway, other than that, the guy is really good. I disagree with him on some issues, but the most important thing is that his positions are not determined by political expediency, but are actually the outcome of a lot of thought and contemplation. He has the kind of character that I think could outweigh my disagreement with him on a certain number of issues. How many issues, and how big, would determine my decision. The fact that he is a Republican is still a big problem for me. OK, I'm going to bed. Posted by Hip E. 2005-11-01 00:43:38 More Hot Shit
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