Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Bush ruins television
Farewell indeed you humorless bastard.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Pet Furniture! EEEEEE!!

Today in adorable/batshit insane closet industries:
Pet furniture!
I defy anyway to find an object that isn't made more adorable by reducing it in size and putting a basset hound on it. Apparently there are a number of companies dedicated to recreations of people furnishings for animals and their imitations are surprisingly spot on.
It makes me a little bit resentful to think that someone's great dane is enjoying better home furnishing than me but the sheer cuteness of it probably covers the gap.



Amazon's discount bin
For the win! Esquire on MTV's Bromance
Since witnessing the awesome trainwreck that is the new MTV reality show Bromance, more appropriately titled Douchebag Seeking Douchebag, I've been preparing to unleash a hateful screed bemoaning the recent slate of basic-cable reality show males.
That's still in the works. (Also of note: VH1's Tool Acadamy.)
For now, I direct you to Esquire's Blog of Lists, which perfectly eviscerates the horrible, horrible Bromance.
A telling quote:
"bro•mance \bro-'man(t)s\ n : (1) the complicated love and affection shared by two straight males, often exhibited through physical acts such as wrestling, playing sports, and half-hugging. Ex: "Shut up, Monica! Chandler and I share a bromance that you'll never understand!"
vb : (1) The act of going to unusual lengths in order to woo a male friend. Ex: "Jeff from accounting hasn't accepted my friend request, so my plan is to bromance him with some Knicks tickets."
proper n : (1) MTV's new reality television show starring The Hills alumnus Brody Jenner as a
d-bagman searching for a fellowd-bagman to join his posse of friends, through a process involving intimate chats and outrageous physical challenges, the likes of which manage to achieve a level of unintentional homoeroticism not reached since the Grecian Olympic era of girded loins."
Sick of the Twilight hype?
Thanks to @unigo for the link.
Saturday, January 10, 2009

Josh Greenfield's "Cutting Through the Knot" is the type of book that gives self-publishing a bad name.
Greenfield's book wouldn't be quite so bad... if it had a plot. Instead, it's a mind numbing 156 page ramble.
The synopsis on the back of the book reads:
"A humorous coming of age story, told in conversational first person voice, recounting a young man's adventures in overcoming mental illness."Doesn't sound too bad, right? Wrong.
I've read freshman creative writing stories written better than this piece. Pages and pages of misspellings, grammar errors and unformulated paragraphs are not funny. They're distracting.
Greenfield begins the book by giving a summary of the book. He finishes the paragraph with,
"It makes for a good story if I can tell it right."I'm not convinced. Any book that likens being "manic depressive" and "O.C.D." as having two scoops of ice cream, one vanilla and the other butter pecan, should stay safely buried in a computer's hard drive until it's had several massive revisions.