Archive for the 'Funny' Category



01
Oct
07

A Bad Case

Today’s English lesson:

As painful as it may be, watch it to the end.

Wouldn’t this song make an excellent mash-up with Deniece Williams’ “Let’s Hear It For the Boy”?

Feel the burn.

05
Aug
07

Bad Signs

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The thing is, these guys are probably from somewhere near the Mediterranean Sea.
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Ectetera, ectetera…
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Waithing for a copy editor.
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Walk. Wait, no. Don’t walk!

It always makes me wonder why so many small business owners have permanent signs on their businesses with gross spelling and grammar errors.

I remember a place in Minneapolis called “Lee’s Wig’s.” Apostrophe errors are among my biggest pet peeves, and they happen all the time. They’re not a surprise, though. Sometimes it can be tricky. And sometimes I can forgive it. Sometimes, sure… if you don’t know better, you might slip up and use an apostrophe in a pluralization. But when it’s connected to your livelihood? When it’s a direct representation of yourself in the world? There are no excuses.

Whoever made Lee’s sign got the possession right. But the S in “wigs” doesn’t set out to accomplish the same thing. So, then, if the one has an apostrophe, the other should not, right? One S or the other should have an apostrophe, but not both. I think I could accept “Lees Wig’s” more easily than this. That at least would show some conviction, rather than this spineless covering of all bases by overpunctuating every S in the sign.

Poor Lee.

How do those signs and awnings get made. Do the shop owners screw up? If so, why don’t the sign makers do them a favor and suggest corrections? Or maybe it’s the sign maker’s fault. And when it arrives, fresh, clean and smelling of plastic and paint, the shop owner thinks: Well… it’s close. Why wait longer or shell out for a new sign or?

I had some fun recently spotting some bad signs in New York.

19
Jun
07

Little Miss Jocelyn

26
Apr
07

Madonna Gets It Right

Madonna is not much use to us as an actress in feature-length films, with some exceptions, but in short films, like this H&M commercial, she really shines as a comic performer. I don’t watch enough TV to see commercials, so I completely missed this one.

03
Apr
07

Lady Lumps from Above the 49th Parallel

As someone who hasn’t heard anything about Alanis Morissette since she covered “Crazy” by Seal a couple years ago, I think this is delightfully random and almost as fun to watch as a baby polar bear.

Today, ladies and gentleman, she rises above guilty pleasure. I’m embarrassed she had to spoof Fergie to get my attention.

I don’t own a single recording of hers. I have heard a few tracks from her recent acoustic album, though, on Pandora. It’s a strong vocal showcase. I recommend it.

08
Mar
07

Glass of Water for Mr Grainger!

Rest in peace, John Inman. Now you’re free.

12
Dec
06

God is Dead

Take thy beak from out my heart!

I have lost my faith in everything.

09
Nov
06

Shiny, Happy

05
Jun
06

So Long, and Thanks for all the Wiki

Douglas Adams was nothing if not a visionary. Of course, he was much more than that, but the thing about him that impresses me most is his concept of the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. I can’t say he predicted the Internet — any more than Jules Verne predicted space travel — but I think we can certainly say that he saw the potential of the Web technology we are now settling into.

The fictional Guide was written by intergalactic traveling researchers — hitchhikers — who sent their entries back to editors at the publishing houses of Ursa Minor who red-penned them (One of the major jokes in the Hitchhiker’s books is that the entry for Earth was boiled down to the diminutive and somewhat insulting “Mostly harmless”), compiled them and sent them back through the sub-ether to all the copies of the electronic book, the Hitchhiker’s Guide. Simple collaborative publishing. The convergence of laptops and WiFi made the Web into the embodiment of Adams’ vision.

This was not lost on Adams. For a while there was a site called H2G2. I think he started it, in fact. “Researchers” made entries about whatever they liked, or proposed additions to existing entries. A team of editors would review the work and publish the entries. A whole community of nerds came together over the project, including myself. I had readt the Hitchhiker’s books in elementary school, and have always felt them to be among the major influences of my life — how I talk, how I write, how I think. Adams himself made appearances on the site. I remember in particular his entry on tea, which taught me the invaluable lesson that it is not enough to merely pour hot water on a tea bag. Rather, he opined, the tea must be met with boiling water — not water that had just been boiling, but water that was at that moment boiling. In other words, one must briefly boil the tea leaves.

I wrote an entry on the OED, which to my delight was published. And then the BBC bought and absorbed the site. And after I got into an argument with someone over the shape of Michigan (He adamantly denied that it was the shape of a mitten and a rabbit. Idiot.), I realized I had little to no interest in maintaining a presence in an online community. I wasn’t ready to live online yet. A late adopter, me. So I gave it up. Someone else would have to write about Dolly Parton, I reasoned, and Michigan (uhm, check out the shapes) and Madonna.

And, as if by magic, someone else did.

What has been catching my attention lately is the phenomenon of wiki, from the Hawaiian word meaning “quick.” The collaborative writing of Wikipedia — no official editors; anyone can log in, create a presence in the wiki community and edit — is a step beyond the Guide. But rather than chaos, what seems to happen is that the people with good reputations are trusted, and their work sticks, and Wikipedia seems to take on some coherence.

Here’s Wikipedia’s definition of wiki. Meta-wiki. Yay! Fun with prefixes.

03
Dec
05

In, around and through

Last night at the bar, my boyfriend Jeff was outside on the smoking patio out front with some friends. I could see them through the floor-to-ceiling windows from where I was standing, safe and warm inside. (I secretly relish the new no-smoking laws.)

I wasn’t paying much attention to the smokers, but before long one of my friends ran into the bar in hysterics. A good joke outside, I guessed. I didn’t ask. Smokers have their own social structures and habits and laws when they get together, and I think it wise not to interfere.

I learned later that a guy on his way out to smoke, who must have been a.) forgetful, b.) blind drunk, or c.) just blind, smacked into the door at full stride. Cracked his face right into the window. Must have looked great from the other side where Jeff and the guys were standing. He made a funny face and everything. Stood there stunned for a few seconds. It was a scene from a slapstick movie come true.

Naturally, Jeff and the guys later claimed they were laughing with, not at, the hapless gentleman. Seems reasonable. I’ll concede, however, that probably the bouncers and the bartender and the drinkers inside and certainly the friends the guy came with were laughing at him.

Whatever his motivation, the guy then opened the door, stepped outside, hopped the short gate between the patio and the sidewalk, and scurried away. I presume he had that smoke somewhere further down the street where it was quieter.




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