You might be aware that one of my favorite shows is Animal Cops on the Animal Planet network. Here’s a guy who doesn’t have cable (!) and saw the show for the first time at his grandmother’s house. Then he started riffing on other potential Animal Planet shows. Like “Welcome Back Otter” and “Queer Eye For A Pig Sty.”
The pirate speaks,”September 19 be officially “International Talk Like a Pirate” Day.” Why? Because talking like a pirate is fun, that’s why. In case you’re having trouble talking like a pirate, there’s a translator here. And if you want, you can create your own Pirate Name.
Incidentally, my co-worker Brent is out today because his wife is in labor and having a baby… on International Talk Like a Pirate Day! Shiver me timbers!
I missed the Indian Market this year because of my magical exploding appendix, so I didn’t get to see any more work by Marcus Cadman, a contemporary Native American artist. I went last year and was blown away by his paintings, which you should check out because I can’t adequately describe them. He uses money, bingo cards and other items as collages behind his painted work. I bought one of his paintings last year; a small one because I couldn’t afford anything bigger. But I love this guy’s work, and he was the nicest guy, too.
Johnny Cash, John Ritter and Jesus all hang out in heaven in this sketch by Benjamin J Claassen, artist. You can buy it on eBay.
That was certainly a surprising thing to read. He was so young. I didn’t realize that he was the son of Tex Ritter, the country musician.
Apparently, Julie Millam from the Montana Family Coalition doesn’t like the “Queer Eye for the Straight Guy” show on TV: “To me, that’s not a reality show about gay people. A really good reality show for gay people would be five gay men dying of AIDS.”
No… A REALLY good reality show for gay people would be a video of me flying to Montana to BEAT THE HOLY LIVING CRAP out of Julie Milliam. In fact, it could be a series. Each week I locate one anti-gay bigot and kick the ignorance right out of them on national television. I can guarantee you’d get 25 million gay Americans watching every week.
Godwin’s Law: prov. [Usenet] “As a Usenet argument grows longer, the probability of a comparison involving Nazis or Hitler approaches one.” There is a tradition in many groups that, once this occurs, that thread is over, and whoever mentioned the Nazis has automatically lost whatever argument was in progress. Godwin’s Law thus practically guarantees the existence of an upper bound on thread length in those groups. However there is also a widely- recognized codicil that any intentional triggering of Godwin’s Law in order to invoke its thread-ending effects will be unsuccessful.
Toynbee Tiles are tiles embedded into city streets with a odd messages on them – and they appear on hundreds of streets in dozens of cities, including here in Indianapolis, Indiana. The messages are almost all alike and contain some variation of “Toynbee Idea’s in Kubrick’s 2001 Resurrect Dead on Planet Jupiter.” The tile in Indianapolis, appears on Georgia and Meridian Streets, according to this site.
What does it mean? No one’s certain, but it apparently has something to do with a man name James Morasco who has no voice box, secret short-wave radio broadcasts, and playwright David Mamet.
Other news articles about the tiles:
Funny link I found on my friend Lori’s site about tipping waiters. Apparently there’s a gay waiter who’s a bit pissed off. I wonder why he’s mentioned the name Ben Solomon… I can’t tell if he’s dissing Ben or not. Ben is one of the wealthy gay men in town.
I also like the other post about “the richest people” who don’t tip. I remember back when I was roommates with Dennis Williams who was a waiter at the Black-Eyed Pea and at Houlihan’s, the people who never tipped him were the Christians who came to eat lunch on Sundays after church. Either they’d leave no tip at all or instead of money they’d leave a religious pamphlet about how expecting a tip is un-Christian and about saving your soul. Somewhere I still have one of those; I should dig it out. A lot of Christians are just complete ass-hats. Not all of them, of course, just some.
Lowenbrau, skittles. Try it yourself. Then tell me how it tastes.