Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Perl About Town

By TPerl



I'm not really sure how this happened, but I am currently in the midst of the most socially active four weeks of my life since college, it seems, and definitely since having kids.

Week 1 (Thursday, April 26th): Attend Yankee Stadium and see Phil Hughes medicore ML debut (and the Yanks lost)

Week 2 (Tuesday, May 1st): Attend MSG to see Rangers Game 4 in a luxury box

Week 3 (Saturday, May 5): Flew down to New Orleans for the day to attend my friend's bachelor party (which started Thursday). Highlights of the trip included Jazzfest (even though we could barely get near the stage for the Allman Brothers), the topless girl riding the mechanical bull, and the best part in my opinion was getting in to see Gov't Mule in a very small venue with a great up-close view (see picture above). Warren was solid, with the most interesting jam coming by way of Hunger Strike -> Dear Mr. Fantasy -> Hunger Strike.

Week 4 (beginning Friday, May 11): Vacation with the family in Holden Beach, NC. I know this isn't as impressive as the 3 events preceeding it, but trust me, try driving 8 hours with 3 kids in a minivan and then talk to me.

I know things will be back to normal soon. But right now, it's the Summer of Perl (in the Spring).


And for those of you who only perked up when reading the words "topless girl riding the mechanical bull", here's a picture for you. I edited it so as not to get Bones into any trouble, so don't complain you perverted little fucks!


Saturday, May 05, 2007

A Quick Buck



In dark times like this, when our president and his minions continue to present an alternate reality, when the nation's highest law enforcement officer sees fit to stumble and bumble before Congress, when the creeping dangers of irrational religion threaten to tear apart the fragile fabric of society...we must ask ourselves a simple question: Bullshit? Or Not

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Word Salad

I abjure the hidebound timorousness that vituperates turgid language for its turbidity. What's so hard to understand?

Well, for one thing, that sentence.

But after dedicating my life to the quotidian prose promulgated by the penurious martinets preserving pedestrian newspaper linguistics, I will venture to catechize this pertinacious interdiction through blandishment and periphrastic legerdemain.

Or maybe I should just get this out of my system.

According to the Oxford University Press, there are some 750,000 words in English, including variations and distinct senses, technical jargon and derivative or obsolete words.

A linguist once told me just 50 of these words represent 40 percent of usage and 99 percent of usage consists of just 16,000 words.

English is a rich, constantly evolving language with a solid core. It seems a shame we limit ourselves to so little, especially in the newspaper business.

Sentences like the first few above serve no purpose beyond farce, as their dense pomposity only stultifies comprehension as though soused in some jejune writer's bacchanalian word orgy. There I go again.

If an average reader needs to stop and look up a strange word, or if a reader simply continues to read without understanding the point, a writer has failed. If anything, a journalist often seeks to prune complicated gobbledygook into plain speech.

For example, tintinnabulary is a peculiar word I only learned four years ago while studying for the GRE. It's an adjective to describe something pertaining to bells or the ringing of bells. It has a delicate onomatopoeia reflecting both the tinkling of tiny bells and the gonging of more hefty bells.

In reality, it's something of a useless word — describing something about something that could be better shown than explained.

But a properly chosen, less common word can elevate a sentence — carrying the reader along to a new level of understanding. And then we just need to take that dictionary off the shelf.

I'm particularly fond of the term phlegmatic. It's more common derivation, phlegm, helps envision what the adjective seeks to describe: something calm, sluggish or unemotional.

And I love how we can choose among a smorgasbord of words to call someone stubborn: implacable, inexorable, intractable, intransigent, obdurate, obstinate, pertinacious, recalcitrant, refractory, renitent and untoward.

Is it any of these — or worse, hoity-toity — to insist on using an occasional wholesale word in our retail world?

Grant Barrett is a vice president of communications and technology for the American Dialect Society working as a lexicographer on two dictionary projects while co-hosting a weekly national radio show on language. Though he's been learning English since birth and studying it most of his adult life, he still encounters new words every day.

"Most words are new to most people most of the time," Barrett said.

Which might get us all off the hook. And that's no badinage.

The Suite Life at MSG

By TPerl

Last night, I experienced for the first time what few real sports fans ever get to do - I watched Game 4 of the Rangers-Sabres series from one of MSG's "luxury suites".

Since I was a luxury box virgin, and I'm sure many others still are, I thought I'd give you a little glimpse into what it's like.

First off, there's FREE food and booze - just wine and beer, but who's complaining. There's a mini-fridge stocked to capacity with cans of Bud, Bud Light, Miller Lite, Heineken keg cans, and Becks - I would have preferred bottles, but I guess it's a safety risk.



The suite area opens about an hour prior to game time, and apparently there's always a pair of Ranger alumni standing there waiting to sign autographs and chat it up. Last night, two members of the 94 Cup team were there - Adam Graves and Glenn Anderson - pretty fucking cool. I couldn't really think of much to say to either of them, other than to thank Graves for giving the fans a great 1994. Also, I thought they'd look bigger in person.


The boxes are up high, encircling the entire arena, but they have a surprising good view of the ice. There's actually two tiers of boxes where we were, and ours was the lower tier, which put us even closer to the action. Plus, I think our corner location gave us a great view of every part of the ice - there weren't many places where our view of the puck was obscured.



The layout was similar to a small hotel room. When you first enter, there's single bathroom - and by the way, having a bathroom right there with no wait is fantastic. You'll never miss any of the action waiting in line, and considering the amount of free beer in the room, frequent bathroom trips were a necessity.

Then you enter the main lounge area, with a counter and stools facing the action, and behind that a bar with two TVs (we had the Mets on one and the Yanks on the other), two leather chairs and the hot food buffet. There are many food options to choose for the suite, but ours had chicken fingers, ravioli, cheeseburgers, waffle fries, pigs-in-blankets, shrimp cocktails, and what I think was ceasar salad (which nobody ate). Needless to say, I stuffed myself silly on these unhealthy delights.


Even Glenn Anderson couldn't help but stop by our suite to glad-hand the big shots (well, big-shot imposters anyway) and sign a few more autographs. I guess Gravy was too busy.

And finally (with all apologies to Bones), there actually was a hockey game going on as well - the Rangers won 2-1, with Henrik doing everything but stand on his head between the pipes, which shouldn't take away from the fact that he got the benefit of a missed call at the end.

Anyway, unless I win the lottery, I'll probably never sit in a luxury box again. But if you have a connection somewhere, I would definitely recommend it to anyone who has been frustrated by the ridiculousness these days of spending over $100 on a ticket, hot dog, and a beer just for themselves, nevermind with a date or worse, a spouse and kids.

Monday, April 30, 2007

Howie Stern



The bad-boy of radio on Letterman in 1984. Here's Howard before he adopted his stylist and grew his hair into an absurd mane to obscure his giant schnoz. It's hard to take him seriously with a minor Jew-fro, ill-fitting leather pants and brown boots. But then I'm convinced the reason I've always liked his show had something to do with an inability to take him seriously.

Stern has always been a nice Jewish boy playing it tough. Unlike Imus, who was a cokehead shit-tard playing mean. It can all be summed up in the Vonnegut quote I posted a couple of weeks back: "We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be."

My only corollary: It helps if people know you're pretending.

Saturday, April 28, 2007

More Than You Wanted To Know About Darrelle Revis

By Arielle

Is it just me, or is there something a little squicky about the NFL draft? Just read this NFL Prospect Profile on Darrelle Revis, the Jets top pick.

I can't say I feel horrible for multimillionaire superstar athletes [that means you, Lance Briggs], but considering the way these guys get picked and traded with no choice in the matter (unless you're a Manning), and considering how much money the NFL makes in the process of crippling them for life (with minimal pensions afterward), there's something kinda creepy about the draft.

Read on about Revis:

Positives: Has a muscular physique with a defined upper body, good trapezoid and pectoral development, tight waist and hips, good bubble, strong thighs, knotted calves and minimal body fat … Has exceptional body control and adequate open field quickness … Has exceptional body control on his leaps, getting good elevation … His hands appear soft and natural, as he can pluck the ball outside of his frame …

Negatives: Can turn and run well, but will get a little sloppy and erect in his backpedal … Lacks the blazing speed to stay tight on the receiver in deep routes, but has a good burst to close and recover (likes to play tight, as he realizes he doesn't have the second gear needed when giving up a big cushion) … Has soft hands, but will sometimes try to run with the ball on punt returns before securing it, resulting in costly fumbles ...

On the other hand, Revis sounds like a pretty good guy. My favorite tidbit:

Tannebaum also said he and Mangini both believe how people treat waiters or waitresses or, in this case, car service drivers, gives the real measure of the person. And, as it so happens, the driver who took Revis on his visit next picked up Tannenbaum. Tannenbaum asked the driver what he thought of Revis and the driver raved about what a nice guy Revis was.

So now we know: well-developed pecs, soft hands, AND nice to limo drivers. Go Jets!

Nothing Like Prom Season

By Arielle

Seems I've missed out on a lot, living north of the Mason-Dixon line all these years. Because apparently this is a true story, dated April 23, 2007:
ASHBURN, Georgia (CNN) -- Students of Turner County High School started what they hope will become a new tradition: Black and white students attended the prom together for the first time on Saturday.
In previous years, parents had organized private, segregated dances for students of the school in rural Ashburn, Georgia, 160 miles south of Atlanta.

Until this year, Turner County High School also apparently had two homecoming queens (black and white). (What did Asian kids do? Not live in Turner County?)

Of course, the white prom was still held this year.

I don't really really have anything intelligent to say about this. Just that yes, it's also 2007 in Turner County, Georgia. And in the wake of Don Imus and company, I'd say there's a lot more work to do in this country.

(On a side note, I love that CNN.com now provides us with helpful bullet points to explain the "highlights" of a story. Just in case you can't be bothered to, I don't know, read the whole thing...)
• Students of Turner County High School voted to have school-sponsored prom
• In the past, parents have organized private, segregated dances
• Principal Chad Stone says the official prom will become a yearly event
• Senior Class President James Hall led the movement for the integrated prom

And on another side note, please explain to me those stretch Hummers. Have high school kids today no shame? How do those things make a right turn without taking out the sidewalk?

Update: Link Fixed

Thursday, April 26, 2007

More Bong for Your Buck

By TPerl

Saw this in today's NY Post:
Reuters
April 26, 2007 -- The marijuana being sold across the country is more potent than ever, government drug experts said yesterday.

Average levels of THC, the active ingredient in pot, rose from 7 percent in 2003 to 8.5 percent in 2006, the National Institute on Drug Abuse said.

THC levels have risen steadily from 3.5 percent in 1988, which could explain a growing number of medical emergencies involving the drug, the feds said.


Now that's what I call progress!

And what exactly are the "growing number of medical emergencies involving the drug"? I never heard of anyone going to the hospital for eating an entire chocolate cake at 2AM.

By the way, the Post's headline for this blurb was "It's Not Your Father's Pot" - pathetic, if you ask me.

If only I could get a job writing headlines at the Post!

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Unearthed!


By Arielle
While "watching" Friday night's Devil's game, someone unearthed this item from Bones' closet. Can you spot the comment sure to be repeated in his 35th birthday card?
Future "Unearthed!" items: Young Bones writes home to parents about camp girlfriend and her two big "eyes"; proof of Birdman's early Imus-like musings

Friday, April 20, 2007

It's Not Easy Being Green

In last week's New York Times magazine, Tom Friedman lays out a new, patriotic path for environmentalism in the United States. It's a sober and realistic appraisal of the costs and the rewards for taking serious steps to address the threats of terrorism and global warming with workable economic models. I'm pretty sure every American should read this. Certainly everyone in Washington.

But if you're one of those folks allergic to long, though well-written articles, check out the documentary version of it tomorrow on the Discovery Channel at 9 p.m. Set your DVR. I'm no tree-hugging liberal pantywaist. But neither is anyone who truly listens to and adopts Friedman's philosophy.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Oh, God



The more I learn about the world, the more I'm convinced religion is the cause of much of our problems. Not only does it divide us, but it forces us to behave in irrational ways.

I've been reading a lot of noted atheist Sam Harris' work recently, and thought I'd share a good bit from his Letter to a Christian Nation. It's the kind of book no Christian could ever take to heart or even take seriously. Harris' conclusions can't help but sound condescending, and though it's ostensibly written for a Christian audience, it reads more like ammunition for atheists. But like everything Harris writes, it is a serious piece of thinking.

If you haven't had the patience to read through his brilliant and wonderfully civil discussion with Andrew Sullivan, check out this mismatched debate with Pastor Rick Warren that ran in Newsweek earlier this month. Or his simple debunking of the logic behind Pascal's wager. (Even better, check out www.whydoesgodhateamputees.com, which explores God's peculiar spurning of amputees who pray for Him to regenerate their lost limbs.)

In this excerpt from Letter to a Christian Nation, Harris deals with the age-old problem of theodicy (how can God be both omniscient and omnipotent and not be responsible for human suffering) to arrive at the sensible notion the biblical God is fictional:

If God exists, either He can do nothing to stop the most egregious calamities, or He does not care to. God, therefore, is either impotent or evil. You may now be tempted to execute the following pirouette: God cannot be judged by human standards of morality. But we have seen that human standards of morality are precisely what you use to establish God's goodness in the first place. And any God who could concern Himself with something as trivial as gay marriage, or the name by which He is addressed in prayer, is not as inscrutable as all that.

There is another possibility, of course, and it is both the most reasonable and least odious: the biblical God is a fiction, like Zeus and the thousands of other dead gods whom most sane human beings now ignore. Can you prove that Zeus does not exist? Of course not. And yet, just imagine if we lived in a society where people spent tens of billions of dollars of their personal income each year propitiating the gods of Mount Olympus, where the government spent billions more in tax dollars to support institutions devoted to these gods, where untold billions more in tax subsidies were given to pagan temples, where elected officials did their best to impede medical research out of deference to The Illiad and The Odyssey, and where every debate about public policy was subverted to the whims of ancient authors who wrote well, but who didn't know enough about the nature of reality to keep their excrement out of their food. This would be a horrific misappropriation of our material, moral, and intellectual resources. And yet that is exactly the society we are living in.

Home Ice Advantage


No matter what happens in the remainder of these playoffs, there still is only one hockey powerhouse around here, even if they play in a swamp. And yes, I'm gonna be a baby about it.

The Barber of East Brunswick -- Figaro, Figaro

My barber snips hair amid piles of pop culture and war memorabilia. Come on in and meet the man at his shop before checking out some video.

Slandering the Dead

If you've ever given Fox News the benefit of the doubt they are "fair and balanced," check out this real classy obit of Kurt Vonnegut and try to hold in your vomit.

Blueshirts Rock On (For Another Couple of Weeks, Tops)!

PHOTO by TPerl


The scene last night before Game 4

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Pull The Trigger



I know high-minded, spiritual human beings should not hate other human beings. But when I look at this psychopathic killer and listen to his mumbly, paranoid ramblings, I hate him. I hate his obvious mental illness. I hate whatever evil drove him to lash out at phantom persecutors. I hate his blank expression. I hate his guts.

I also hate the incessant moralizing of media pundits. I hate those who blame the victims for not attacking their armed attacker. And those who advocate arming students in their classrooms. I hate those who defend some absurd right for anyone to obtain a handgun with only a cursory background check or none at all.

Mostly, I hate that we feel this need to blame someone, because the person most responsible didn't first put himself out of all of our misery.

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Virginia Tech



I've got nothing to say. Only a sincere wish that the next suicidal fuck who wants to take innocent people along with him has the balls to kill himself first.

Monday, April 16, 2007

Ouch



Let's take a break from solving race relations in America and watch people smashing into things and otherwise maiming themselves for our entertainment. To paraphrase Homer Simpson: It's funny because we don't know them.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

I-Man, You-Gone

I don't necessarily think Don Imus is a racist, but he says racist things. And in today’s world there isn’t much difference.

Imus in the Morning was a comedy show. Often, it was racist comedy -- not intented to offend because they are just being politically incorrect and ironic and ha-ha nappy-headed ho-ho. But wrinkled old white men in cowboy hats shouldn’t be instructing minorities on how to make distinctions.

I really don't like Imus, probably because as a long-time Howard Stern listener, I was conditioned to hate him. In his defense, I suppose there is at least a shade of difference between him and Mel Gibson, who is a certified anti-Semite. Or Michael Richards, who used racial slurs as last-resort daggers to defend his shitty stand-up act against a heckler.

Imus trades in the tradition of childish shock comedy -- he might even have invented it for radio. It can be funny to say something outrageous when everyone knows you're just making a joke. This litany of racial insults -- including the crack at Gwen Iffil -- are all taken out of context, even if the context doesn’t excuse him. He’s the one who told Mike Wallace he hired Bernard McGuirk to “tell ni**er jokes.” He obviously encourages or at least endorses the bigotry that infiltrates much of the insult humor the show is known for.

I suppose there’s a good chance Imus harbors racist notions, though at least he's not speaking with clear malice or intent to influence people. Limbaugh, Hannity and O’Reilly are far more barbaric and sly in their overt intentions to subvert dignified, rational discourse in this country.

And just about all morning drive-time radio is populated by waterhead shit-tards like JV and Elvis on 92.3 FM who not only make the world dumber with every word extruded from their empty skulls, but probably make other, yet-discovered worlds dumber as well.

Howard Stern behaves in insulting and demeaning ways all the time. But more often than not, he is the butt of his own jokes, playing up his insecurities and neuroses. He's given the ethnicity-card-carrier's dispensation to make fun of Jews because he is Jewish. And Robin Quivers provides him with some leeway to poke fun at blacks and women. Sure, the comedy is coarse and silly. But nobody mistakes Howard for some high-minded journalist.

Imus’ comedic persona clashes with his role as a serious interviewer of politicians and celebrity journalists. There’s something to be said about freedom of speech and the freedom to be insulting and the freedom to be an asshole. But there’s also something to be said of the value CBS Radio and NBC place on their air time. Nobody said you have a right to be an asshole in front of millions of people and supported by giant corporations.

As always, it’s money that decided his fate. Not the hurt of the Rutgers Women’s Basketball team. Not the ravings of slick hate-mongers like Al Sharpton and corporate extortionists like Jesse Jackson.

But maybe all this hysteria (itself a money-maker) worked in the end. The free market spoke.

In today's world, there shouldn't be a place for this shit on radio. It's not hardcore racism meant to rip someone apart and demean them. But that doesn't excuse it or reduce its impact. And in it's quasi-socially acceptable way, that kind of talk can be even more insidious.

And Another Thing, Vonnegut...



Kurt Vonnegut, from whom I stole this blog's epitaph, died yesterday at 84 years old. So it goes.

It was Kurt Vonnegut, tempered with George Carlin, who helped me forge my personal humanist philosophy of cynical idealism: Basically, I expect the worst in people, but secretly hope for the best. He's the primary reason I'm a writer today and also the reason I will never be a good one.

His words say far more than mine ever could.

Listen:

  • We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be.
  • Anyone who cannot understand how useful a religion based on lies can be will not understand this book either.
  • I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don't let anybody tell you different.
  • Life happens too fast for you ever to think about it. If you could just persuade people of this, but they insist on amassing information.
  • Maturity is a bitter disappointment for which no remedy exists, unless laughter could be said to remedy anything.
  • The universe is a big place, perhaps the biggest.
  • I want to stay as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can't see from the center.
  • Say what you will about the sweet miracle of unquestioning faith, I consider a capacity for it terrifying and absolutely vile!
  • Those who believe in telekinetics, raise my hand.
  • Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before... He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way.
  • There is a tragic flaw in our precious Constitution, and I don't know what can be done to fix it. This is it: Only nut cases want to be president.
  • Here is a lesson in creative writing. First rule: Do not use semicolons. They are transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing. All they do is show you've been to college.
  • A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.
  • History is merely a list of surprises. It can only prepare us to be surprised yet again.
  • If God were alive today, he would have to be an atheist, because the excrement has hit the air-conditioning big time, big time.
  • All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations. It simply is. Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I've said before, bugs in amber.
  • It is a very mixed blessing to be brought back from the dead.
  • The big trouble with dumb bastards is that they are too dumb to believe there is such a thing as being smart.
  • There are plenty of good reasons for fighting," I said, "but no good reason ever to hate without reservation, to imagine that God Almighty Himself hates with you, too. Where's evil? It's that large part of every man that wants to hate without limit, that wants to hate with God on its side.
  • If you really want to hurt your parents, and you don’t have nerve enough to be a homosexual, the least you can do is go into the arts.
  • All male writers, incidentally, no matter how broke or otherwise objectionable, have pretty wives. Somebody should look into this.
  • Peculiar travel suggestions are dancing lessons from God.
  • If there is a God, he sure hates people. That’s all I can say.
  • We are healthy only to the extent that our ideas are humane.
  • You realize, of course, that everything I say is horseshit.
  • And if I should ever die, God forbid, I hope you will say, "Kurt is up in heaven now." That's my favorite joke.
  • Poo-tee-weet?
  • Goodbye, cruel world! Auf wiedersehen?

Saturday, April 07, 2007

Broken Heroes on a Last Chance Power Drive



Starting tomorrow, Tony Soprano and friends begin their final eight episodes before the HBO series forever sleeps with the fishes. I'm ready for the funeral.

Since it's premiere in 1999, "The Sopranos" has earned deserved acclaim for its unique perspective on suburban mob life, fleshed out with painstaking character development, iconoclastic plotting against trite television norms, stellar acting from its leads and a subversive, sick humor. It set a new standard for what TV could do.

The show has shone an often uncomfortable light on New Jersey — where the fiction illuminates truths about crime, corruption and culture many people would rather ignore.

But it's not about New Jersey. Or the mafia, even. David Chase has created a show about the deep dysfunction of some American families, in which people talk to each other but seldom communicate.

Whether it's Tony and Carmela's unspoken pacts or the machinations of Tony's other, more violent family, "The Sopranos" reveals the hollow dreaminess of so many American dreams.

But after all the years and all the corpses, the world of Tony Soprano has little more insight to offer. Plots have spun in place while themes have been revisited so often the producers might as well write them on planks of wood and smack us all over the heads. I'm curious what will happen to these characters in the end, but it's almost irrelevant.

All good things must end, and "The Sopranos" time has come. I'm convinced even the best-written series should bow out before a whiff of staleness enters the writers room. But worse than a prolonged demise is a premature one. With any luck, NBC's "Friday Night Lights" will survive to see next fall.

Depicting a season in the life of a Texas high school town that worships football above all else, "Friday Night Lights" shuns most television cliches. It's heartbreaking, honest and inspiring. There are characters to puzzle over, to hate and to root for. It's all that's great and horrible about sports, family and high school in America. And it's all that television should aspire to be, though not forever.

Thanks to DVDs, some of the best television — much of it on HBO — has found a degree of immortality. I've recently caught up with the first three seasons of "The Wire," and I've never seen a more intricate depiction of a city — up close, pock-marked, smelly with the institutional diseases that infect the games played by politicians, police, drug dealers, unions and everyone else. Series creator David Simon says the coming fifth season will be the last one — just enough time to explore every aspect of his novelistic, operatic, but reality- grounded world.

David Milch's "Deadwood" left HBO with only slim hope for a promised finale, but first provided the world's most dingy and delightful trek through the Old West, with profanity festooning the purple dialogue like some wicked rhapsody for rapscallions.

And Alan Ball's "Six Feet Under," which just completed its first syndicated run on Bravo, found such wonderful life exploring death, carving honest pathos out of soapy storylines. Like "The Sopranos," "Six Feet Under" lagged some during it's five-year HBO run which ended last year. But the finale left me with caskets of pain and joy and hope and sadness. I can only hope David Chase concludes his opus with a fraction of the brilliance and dignity Ball accomplished. But it is time.

Rest in peace, "Sopranos." Sometimes even the great ones need to get whacked.

Friday, April 06, 2007

The King of Comedy

You've really got to check out this New York Times piece about Larry King from yesterday's paper. It's a wondrous exploration of how a willfully ignorant, disengaged man has constructed a cable talk show throne out of vapid interviews conducted with no preparation or knowledge of the subject.

The best part is where he endorses Ryan Seacrest as his successor:

“He’s the classic generalist,” Mr. King said, his eyes peering through rectangular lenses that evoke flat-panel televisions. “The only thing I don’t know, and I’ve gotten to know him pretty well, is how versed he is in politics, world affairs. Does he read the paper? Is he interested in Iraq? Because if he is, he’s going to be very good.”

Uh-huh. Notice he's "gotten to know him pretty well'' but these subjects have never come up. I guess Carson Daly is too much of an intellectual for the gig.

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

O'Really?



I know it serves little purpose to you, the choir of mostly intelligent, logical humans with a conscience. Why pay any attention to the Bill O'Reillys of the world? Their game is weak, their opinions irrelevant, their facts distortions or outright lies. But The Falafel King still has a huge audience. And until demagogues like O'Reilly, Hannity and Limbaugh implode under their own flaccid bombast, it's important to note their transgressions.

Here we have Mr. Bill "interviewing" a retired U.S. Army colonel with 29 years' service to her country. Notice how he speaks over her points and tries to pin her into answering a falsely constructed yes-no question. And the best part -- be sure to wait for it -- is when he goes on to attack her patriotism, eventually cutting her mic when she dares to throw it back in his face.

If you're impatient, you can read a recap by News Hound here. Or if you just want to see Snoop Dogg implore Mr. O'Reilly to perform felatio on him, then check out this clip from Dutch TV.

Apparently O'Reilly never got the memo -- or the series of memos -- describing how Donald Rumsfeld and Dick Cheney and George Bush discarded the Geneva Conventions and authorized torture of detainees. In O'Reilly's blinkered world, pointing out when our government behaves in ways antithetical to American ideals is...anti-American.

Ah, the no-spin zone. Makes me dizzy.

Monday, April 02, 2007

Yahoo to You Too, Shitbird

Who is this guy?

Why do I have to look at him when I sign on to my Yahoo email account (his image pops up about once every 12 visits to the sign-in page)? Does this person think he is cool? Does he think he is Sawyer from "Lost"? Is that a cobra on his shirt? Does that mean he plays with GI Joes? Is this type of pose typical of what the greasy-haired 30-year-old hipster male models from Santa Monica are striking these days? And is he flashing a tough-guy grimmace, or is he making a kissy-face?

I just have so many questions about this guy. But I suppose my most pressing concern revolves around what I should call him. Hmmm....

Donnie? Corkie? Buddy? It's gotta end with an "ee" sound, right? Or how about Maurice? Travis? Blaine? Anyone got something better? This has become a very important mission for me today.

The Worst Person in the World

Well, at least Rachel Marsden is the worst person in the world I've encountered this week.

First check out some of her fine work in the Toronto Sun. And then please take the time to read this lovely little bio of the newest Fox "News" mouth-breather (honestly, it might be one of the most fascinating and deserved hatchet jobs I've ever read). I don't want to pick on the young lady too much, though. Only something truly evil in her childhood could account for the clinically demented adult she has become.

Thursday, March 29, 2007

Serving at the Pleasure of the President

If anyone is curious what the big deal is with the U.S. Attorney scandal in D.C., look no further than this explanation from Josh Marshall, without whom, this whole thing would never have gained any momentum.

Basically, Karl Rove has almost certainly corrupted the rule of law in this country to the point where our prosecutors function as tools to elect Republicans. Doubt the veracity of that claim? Check out this piece, from a long-time DOJ staffer. Or examine this study of local prosecutions, which shows that the Bush administration investigated non-federal Democratic office-holders and office-seekers at a rate seven times that of Republicans. Or check out this clip from a Congressional hearing, revealing the supposedly non-partisan General Services Administration as nothing more than another part of the Rove machine.

And just in case you were wondering, individual voter fraud is total bullshit -- just another way to depress turnout and keep Republicans in power. Is it 2009 yet?

The Mind of Mendacity



In honor of the return this weekend of "The Mind of Mencia" on Comedy Central, here's one of many examples of Carlos Mencia's (real name: Ned Holness) joke thievery. Then you can watch Joe Rogan (I know, I know -- why Joe Rogan?) confront him onstage at the Comedy Store.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

What the Spock?



In the interest of fair and balanced postings of Star Trek star songsters (and their infant imitators), here's Leonard Nimoy's "Ballad of Bilbo Baggins." Honestly, there's nothing I can say here that would do this any justice.

Freedom 96

Almost-97-year-old traffic scofflaw Charlie Uzar left the county jail yesterday after two months. Mothers, hide your daughters.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Wednesday Night Lights

By Arielle

More love for Friday Night Lights from Chicago Tribune TV critic Maureen Ryan. With some interesting tidbits, like that they shoot every scene in a real location, and some of the characters (like the old lady in the jewelry store) are real Texas people who come up with their own lines.

This bit pretty well sums up what this show does so well:

Co-executive producer Jeffrey Reiner, who’s directed many of the show’s first-season episodes, talks about filming an early scene in which Tami was supposed to come in the Taylors’ living room and say she “can’t stop thinking about” Street’s injury, as her husband, the coach, sat watching game films.

“We tried it, then I gave the line to the coach,” Reiner says. “And it was better. But then I took the line out. I said [to Britton], ‘Come in, look at him watching TV, know what’s on his mind. Kyle, you look at her, tell her to come over, and just kiss her.’ And that’s what the scene was. [Executive producer] Pete Berg [who directed the film ‘Friday Night Lights’ and the TV show’s pilot] called me and said he loved that scene, because it was just a little moment of behavior.”

But then, since understatement seems to be unAmerican these days (I'm looking at you, Mr. Hummer driver), maybe they can make one episode with a bad talent show, an audience call-in and a stupid British judge, and use those ratings to get another season out of NBC.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Trapped in the Drive-Thru

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Under most circumstances, you can't really parody a parody. Witness the moronic futility of the "Scary Movie" franchise. And there's hardly anything more unintentionally hilarious than R. Kelly's epic "Trapped in the Closet" saga. I mean, man. Whoa. Dude.

So you gotta give Weird Al extra credit for this one. The guy is a genius.

My Name Is Arielle, and I'm a Cubs Fan.

By Arielle

There's still a mess of ice and snow outside, but I can finally say that spring has arrived.

How do I know that? Because the Cubs' two "star" pitchers are injured again.

Meh.

With all due respect to the Jets fans among us, y'all have nothing on us Cubs fans. You had your championship, and if you missed it, you've got time left in your life to see one. Chicagoans who have seen the Cubs win the World Series are becoming about as common as Civil War widows. A whole generation (or three) are going to die without ever seeing it happen.

Last year, with a Cy Young-caliber pitcher, the Cubbies just barely missed losing 100 games. The most memorable moment of the season was the catcher punching a White Sock at home plate. And Cubs fans throwing trash onto the field in disgust midway through the season.

But this year, you see, this year was going to be different. We've got Lou Piniella, Alfonso Soriano (albeit playing a position even he's not confident about), and only one year to go before the losing streak hits 100. Not to mention the need to avenge those evil Cardinals and their World Series. Surely there is some mercy in the universe, right? Hell, after the team spent $297 million in the off-season, we'd BETTER get something out of it.

Once again, I'm stuck between the cynical reality and my naive hopes, fed this year by a team that, were it not the Cubs, would probably be a lock.

A couple weeks ago, midway through hour three of my Friday night schlep to New Jersey, I started imagining what a Cubs World Series victory would look like. The players would all be jumping on each other in that typical celebratory scrum. And, I imagined, someone would pump through the speakers a recording of Harry Caray's voice yelling, "Cubs win! Cubs win! Cubs win!"

Perhaps it was just the traffic on the Cross Bronx getting to my head, but the thought actually brought me to tears. Something about this dream of millions of people coming true, finally. This whole culture getting some vindication. Having the dashed hopes of my naive, 7-year-old self validated, finally.

It's probably a sickness, to have been through years of dashed hopes and near-misses and still thinking there's a chance the next year. We are world-class suckers. I don't know why someone doesn't start trying to pitch Glengarry leads to every season ticket holder.

I know that's not unique to Cubs fans, but it seems that every other longtime-loser has been having its day in the sun lately. The White Sox got it. The Red Sox. The Patriots. Peyton Manning.

Maybe all isn't lost. We've still got Carlos Zambrano. And Wood and Prior (dubbed "the Drysdale and Koufax of the disabled list" by one columnist) can't stay injured forever, even if Wood did begin his DL stint from a hot tub-related injury. There's a chance he'll be back in the bullpen this week.

I don't believe in god or fate or anything like that, but I do believe in too-good-to-be-true sports storylines. And that means I believe that next year, when the clock turns 100, the Cubs will win it all.

So I'm gonna say it a little early this year: Wait till next year.

And then go back to secretly hoping it will happen this year too.

Mawwiage Is What Bwings Us Twogether

Stephanie Coontz spells out the history behind marriage that the religious zealots and bigots have forgotten (assuming they ever bothered to read up on it).

Monday, March 19, 2007

I Think It's Gonna Be a Long, Long Time



I was gonna write this whole big thing about the fourth anniversary of the Iraq War. Something about the total waste of it all, how it has made us all far less safe, how it has diverted our time and attention and military capability in the service of a fantasy. How our leaders have used it to strip civil rights at home, violating human rights and the rule of law in pursuit of goals that would be deluded and hubristic even if their pursuit weren't also dangerously incompetent.

But instead, I think I'll just post this clip of William Shatner performing his lounge-lizard, hep-cat version of "Rocket Man" at the 1978 Science Fiction Film Awards.

Rock. It. Man.

Radioactive



I don't know much about Fall Out Boy. But I know enough to know I hate everything about them.

Who does this guy think he is? Val Kilmer?

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Science for Dummies

I'm a selfish person. I don't volunteer time or much money to charities. I don't like to recycle. I drive everywhere I go. I consume more than my share of material and energy, and I waste even more.

Basically, I'm like a lot of Americans.

Author Ayn Rand wrote about the virtues of selfishness — not self-interest at the expense of others, but merely a rational priority for one's own well-being. But while I'm not sure if Rand's philosophy is the best way to run a society, I'm completely perplexed by the current cynical, self-destructive debate over something in everyone's interest: The environment.

When the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change reported last month that it was 90 percent certain human activity has contributed to the rise in global temperatures, the scorn spewing from so-called conservative talk radio was both expected and befuddling.

Hundreds of scientists from 113 countries predicted the likelihood of hotter days, longer heat waves, the depletion of the polar ice caps, the rise in sea level and more intense tropical storms. Next month the IPCC will present a report predicting that in a few decades hundreds of millions of people won't have enough water, tens of millions will be flooded out of their homes and tropical diseases and starvation will spread.

Partisan apparatchicks like Rush Limbaugh and Sean Hannity mock these pronouncements as Chicken Little hysteria, choosing instead to parrot the denials of oil-company-sponsored scientists and the guy who wrote that book about dinosaurs coming back to terrorize people.

I'm not about to debate the science here. I suppose there's a chance that the most authoritative and independent body of scientists in the world have it all wrong. The Earth's temperature has always fluctuated. And even the IPCC admits there isn't likely much we can do to fix the problem any time soon. But does that mean we shouldn't try?

Those who attack environmentalists as tree-hugging hippies continue to tell complacent Americans what they want to hear. They show them the world as they already imagine it to be, singing poisonous lullabies while ignoring some perfectly convenient truths.

Pollution is bad. Doesn't it stand to reason that the industrial revolution and an exponential increase in world population might have some negative impact on the planet? You don't need to drive past too many refinery towers on the Turnpike to imagine how we've forever altered our world.

It might not make short-term business sense to curtail industry to stave off the pollution that contributes to global warming. It might be impossible to force India and China to limit their growing, voracious energy needs. But no economy can exist without healthy ecology. Everything we eat, the air we breathe, the trucks we fill and the televisions we watch — everything requires clean, thriving oceans, streams and forests.

Corporations live from quarter-to-quarter, worrying little about where they dump their chemical waste or how much they deplete shared resources. But only sustainable ecosystems can sustain an economy. Shouldn't this be a major tenet of true conservatism? Sure, some environmental groups take their agenda too far and give the whole endeavor a bad name. But does it make sense to stymie environmentalism for partisan or short-sighted business reasons?
A recent Fox News poll showed that 82 percent of people believe global warming exists, though a Gallup poll shows most people think the impact will be far in the future. Maybe a little hysteria can help motivate individuals and nations to act in their own interests.

There are plenty of potential disasters we face that defy almost any solution. If the buried super-volcano in Yosemite National Park erupts, it will end all life on the planet. So would a very common gamma ray burst that could send 1 million trillion times the energy of the sun directly toward us. And we will most certainly find ourselves in the path of a large asteroid or comet at some point. The Earth is already covered with the evidence of past, possibly extinction-level collisions.

But even if we can’t stop or slow global warming, we can take action to improve our odds -- and life across the globe.

I'll leave solutions to smarter people, though a cap on emissions and a carbon tax to stem oil consumption and spark clean fuel innovations could be a good start. If we can't stop global warming, we can certainly make our planet safer, cleaner and more efficient while ending our addiction to oil found in Middle Eastern countries that foment religious wars.

Selfish? That's the idea.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

SexyDrownWatch

A Borat DVD Extra spoof of Baywatch, which is only slightly funnier than the original show.

Also, according to an uncited Wikipedia entry, David Hasselhoff can't swim.

A Great Pair (Hanes and Jennifer Love Hewitt, that is)


Jennifer Love Hewitt New Hanes Underwear Ad 2007 - Celebrity bloopers here

By TPerl

Bra commercials? - Good. Jennifer Love Hewitt's breasts? - Better.

Jennifer Love Hewitt's breasts in a bra commerical? Well, not since peanut butter and chocolate came together have we seen such a perfect match.

I'm not sure why this didn't happen much, much sooner - like the moment Hanes first started their celebrity "Look who we've got our Hanes on now" campaign - remember Jim Palmer in tighty-white-ies, anyone???.

We've come a long way from the day when live women weren't even allowed in bra commercials - they could only use mannequins up until maybe 10 or 15 years ago.

And for those of you who think I'm the only one with an unhealthy fascination with Jennifer Love Hewitt's breasts - How do you explain why Ghost Whisperer is still on the air?

Friday, March 09, 2007

The Dildo Diaries



I've been meaning to post this for weeks as a tribute to the great Molly Ivins. Better late than never.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

'Friday Night Lights' Shines Too Bright?

By TPerl

Great review of 'Friday Night Lights' here.

She summarizes the problem of trying to sell this show to our moronic masses:

"The show appears to be about football, potentially turning off plenty of possible viewers who aren't into sports. ...On top of that, the show actually focuses on far heavier and more complicated subject matter -- parenting, adultery, alcoholism, racism -- potentially turning off viewers who are into football."

The only thing that isn't dead on about this review is that the author called Smash a receiver instead of a running back - although she did admit that she isn't a football fan.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

All You Need is Loathe

Somehow I forgot to link to The Beast's list of the 50 Most Loathsome People in America. Far be it from me to miss an opportunity to mock Ann Coulter as a zombie-faced ostrich shitting out her books.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

I'd Like to Thank the Academy for Giving Me a Reason to Gripe

This column might be deja vu for you if you read this blog around Oscar time last year. But how could I deprive the good people of Central New Jersey the benefit of my bitching.


It's Oscar time again, and only a grouch would grumble about it.

I don't much care about the outcome of Sunday's ceremony, but I've watched just about every Oscar telecast for the past 20 or so years. And as a self-designated arbiter of taste and a culture-war chicken hawk, when America watches something, I watch America.

America loves a good contest. And thanks to the Academy's spotty record in choosing which films to honor, we can always count on a good argument.

For starters, there's the perpetual snubbing of Alfred Hitchcock and Martin Scorsese. Not like these two deserved any sort of recognition for, I don't know, the best films of their generations. This year Scorsese's "The Departed" stands to score big — as much on its merits as some kind of lifetime achievement consolation prize.

Scorsese snubs include "Ordinary People" beating out his "Raging Bull" for Best Picture of 1980 and the 1990 travesty of "Dances With Wolves" beating out "Goodfellas." The Academy is notorious for conservative tastes that lag behind cutting-edge cinema. If you throw in "Taxi Driver," Scorsese might have made the best film in each of the last three decades without receiving a single gold trophy.

But Scorsese has company in the undeserved loser's circle. Don't even get me started on "Forrest Gump" trumping "Pulp Fiction" and "The Shawshank Redemption" in 1994.

OK. You got me started. Forrest Freakin' Gump? Granted, I liked this movie when I first saw it. It was exceptionally well crafted, and I was even able to get past some of Tom Hanks' acting ticks to be truly moved by his performance as a sweet, forthright man of limited intellect. But if there has ever been a more cloyingly crass attempt to manipulate an audience without an actual theme or purpose, then I haven't seen it.

Seriously. What are we supposed to take away from this film? Stupid is as stupid does? America has gone through some tough and interesting times? War and AIDS are bad? Life is like a box of simple-minded folk spouting inane drivel?

Anyway, Gump might not be the worst offender among high crimes and Oscar snubs.

In 1941, "How Green Was My Valley" beat out "Citizen Kane." Any guess which one has better stood the test of time? In 1979, "Kramer Vs. Kramer" beat out "Apocalypse Now" and an unnominated "Manhattan." In 1983, "Terms of Endearment" defeated "The Right Stuff."

In 1992, Al Pacino won Best Actor for "Scent of a Woman." After years of playing plausible, layered human beings, he takes home the trophy for portraying some absurd blind curmudgeon who yells jarhead jargon while braying like a syphilitic gorilla. Hoo-ha!

In 2001, Ron Howard won Best Director and Best Film for "A Beautiful Mind," rewarding him for criminally tricking the audience with slick misdirection unworthy of even the worst M. Night Shyamalan offenses.

And last year, the Academy crowned "Crash" for portraying — with some excellent performances and clever editing — America's continuing struggle with racism through crashingly obvious setups.

All right, all right. Maybe I do care. Because sometimes arguing about movies and their Oscar hype can be just as fun as watching them.

Monday, February 19, 2007

This is the Theme to Garry's Show



Ricky Gervais meets Garry Shandling (first of six parts on Youtube) and proves that staged awkwardness is comedy gold. I particularly enjoy the comments at the bottom by people who clearly don't understand this is an obvious set-up by two deadpan masters.

And here's a great piece from the Times catching up with Shandling before the release of a new Larry Sanders DVD set in April.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

iHate



Why do I hate those dancing silhouettes so? Maybe not all of them. But certainly the hipster silhouettes. For they are the most hateful silhouettes of them all.

24 Reasons Joel Surnow is an Ass

This week's New Yorker has a great piece about torture on 24. Seems like our president and vice president think the show is a real-world documentary on how to fight international terrorism.

Personally, I think Mary Lynn Rajskub's performance is plenty enough torture for anyone.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Are You There God, It's Me, Internet

For a compelling discussion of religious faith between a gay Catholic and a rabid atheist, look no further than the brilliant blogalogue between Andrew Sullivan and Sam Harris.

It's been going on sporatically for a few weeks now, so it's lengthy. But I've never read a better attempt for reasonable people with differing views to seek common ground on such a volcanic topic. It's the kind of discussion more people should be having. And it's the kind of discusion so many are simply unwilling to even acknowledge might be worthwhile.

Monday, February 05, 2007

A Cinderella Story



By TPerl

Most of you without young 'uns probably missed this one, but I think it's worthy of my ever-expanding "WTF File". Let's examine:

- OK, another Disney straight-to-DVD video - I see the money-making potential.

- Hmmm, another sequel to a supposed "Disney Classic"? Well at this point, if they can make a Bambi 2, I guess they can make a sequel to anything.

But now this. The next Cinderella sequel - The tagline is "What If?" and the quick synopsis goes: "The evil stepmother conjures up a spell that reverses all of which the fairy godmother did."

So in other words, what if this classic story, the story that in itself is a metaphor, never happened? I think this is just taking things too far for the sake of a extra buck. It's some kind of fairy tale blasphemy, and I can't believe Disney went along with it.

But why stop now? Let's go even further - "What if...

...the Little Mermaid was really a mer-man underneath those fins, and he ain't little if you know what I mean?"

...Sleeping Beauty was a lesbian and would only wake up to some hot princess-on-princess action?"

...Peter Pan was really a 58-year-old pedophile with a rare genetic disorder?"

...Bambi's Mom wasn't really killed?...and it turns out she wasn't really planning on having a baby either...because she was a crackhead...and was raped by a coked-up moose...and when crack-baby half-moose Bambi came out, she stuffed him in a garbage bag and threw him in the stream...then sucked Thumper's dick for more crack money?"

OK. Sorry about that - watching the same Disney DVD 5 times a day for 6 months does things to a man.

Monday, January 29, 2007

Peyton Manning Dedicates Super Bowl to His Retarded Little Brother

Even better than Super Bowl hype: Cracked's Super Bowl ESPN parody.

Almost as funny as this classic from The Onion, trumpeting the long-promised return of the '85 Bears to the recording studio for a follow-up to "The Super Bowl Shuffle."

Best bit:

Gault went on to strongly deny rumors that the Crew was returning to the studio looking for trouble.

"We didn't come here looking for trouble," Gault said. "We just came to record the long-awaited follow-up to the 'Super Bowl Shuffle.'"

Bear Down, Chicago Cubs?



By Arielle

One week til Super Bowl Sunday, and I am totally torn.

As a displaced Chicagoan, it is probably my patriotic duty to root for Da Bears. Even though I've been coerced into being a Jets fan, I should still root for the home team. Right? But consider this:

1. Rex Grossman. In just one week and 10 hours of annoying hype and repetitive commericals, all of this guy's incompetence, interceptions and "not giving it 100 percent" could be washed away with a Super Bowl win. Is that possibly fair? Dumb luck hasn't hit anyone so undeserving since Paris Hilton was born into money.

2. Brian Urlacher makes me think of a member of the Hitler Youth. I know it's wrong to say this, but I can't help it. Dude needs some hair.

3. Tank Johnson. I'm no gun-safety expert, but it seems like if you've been arrested twice already, perhaps it'd be a good idea to get rid of your assault rifle collection. (On the other hand, since his bodyguard was killed the next day, maybe Tank was onto something.)

4. The NFC doesn't deserve a Super Bowl this year.

5. As a Cubs fan, I would be kind of sad to see the other major sports teams in town win championships while we're on the doorstep of 100 years.

On the other hand...

1. How could I root for Indianapolis, of all places, over my beloved Chicago? I mean, is it even possible?

2. How can you root against a guy named Lovie?

3. The Peyton Manning storyline has finally advanced ("guy who can't get to the Super Bowl" will become, at the very least, "guy who can't win the Super Bowl") so what's wrong with a few more years of it?

4. I do get a little choked up when I hear the Bears fight song. Come on, admit it's endearing: "We'll never forget the way you thrilled the nation/With your T formation...You're the pride and joy of Illinois." If not also mildly embarrassing. And let's not forget the Super Bowl Shuffle...

5. As much as I dislike the guy, I am sort of jealous of Tank Johnson's nickname. Admit it - there are few things cooler than getting the name Tank Johnson on the back of your uniform. I am hoping that someday people will nickname me "Tank" as well.

I can't believe I'm giving this much thought to a bunch of overweight guys running around in spandex pants.

I think I've decided to root for the Bears, but I just can't feel it. Head's in it, heart's not. Or maybe it's the way around. But either way, I'll leave it up to you, dear reader(s?), to please weigh in: who's my pick?

At this point, the only thing I know I'll be rooting for is for no Jessica Simpson commericals this year.

Thursday, January 25, 2007

Old Man in the Clink

Check in on the 96-year-old inmate of the Middlesex County pokey. And then see if you can figure out where the network news get their stories.

Friday, January 19, 2007

Habeas Schmabeas

The Attorney General of the United States of America told a U.S. Senator at a Congressional hearing that the U.S. Constitution does not impart the right of habeas corpus to U.S. citizens.

That noise you are hearing is the theme music from "The Twighlight Zone."

Our president has worked tirelessly to increase the power of the executive at the expense of the other branches.

This is no secret. Cheney, ex- SecDef Rumsfeld and their legal advisors, like John Yoo, have openly stated their intention to return the presidency to what they see as its rightful place of power after its diminished status post-Watergate.

Bush has added 800 signing statements to laws passed by Congress modifying or basically stating his bald intention to ignore them (as opposed to about 500 statements written by every other president in our country's history). This includes the McCain ban on torture. Where is the check when the president can simply tag on an addendum saying, "Nah. Think I'll ignore this one"? He has the right to veto bills. But instead, he actively undermines one of the most vital checks on executive power.

Now don't get me wrong. I know we are fighting for our survival (which is a fight we seem unlikely to lose, considering the enemy simply wants to end civilization). I believe we need a strong executive. I support and admire law enforcement and military personnel who work tirelessly and risk their lives to protect me. I believe the men and women of our police, intelligence agencies and military forces are mostly of the highest character and with the best intentions.

But police and intelligence agents can sometimes be overly aggressive in their techniques. And sometimes, they get the wrong guy.

The core idea of creating a system of jurisprudence lies in the suffix "prudence." No free people should feel the need to simply trust their government to get it right all the time right from the outset. Governments are made of people. And people make mistakes. There are stops and checks to make sure innocent people don't rot away in dark cells (in this country, Cuba or Eastern Europe).

Personally, I don't much care if Kaleid Sheik Mohammad spends the rest of his miserable life in a 2-foot square box with needles in his eyes. But how can we be sure every "terror suspect" is in fact guilty? Our government has already released hundreds of terrorist suspects after years without due process or access to their families. All of a sudden they aren't dangerous? Does our president or his talk radio aparatchicks ever wonder what it might be like to have the wrong name, come from the wrong country, attend the wrong mosque or otherwise be completely and innocently screwed by circumstances?

Every year the U.S. State Department issues a report on human rights violations worldwide. In the report, we itemize the abuses of government in places like North Korea, China and Iran. We condemn them for their political imprisonments, torture tactics and lack of due process.

I'm not comparing our government to these regimes. But on the path we are following, by enshrining extreme and unnecessary terror-fighting tactics as law, there will be nothing to stop them from making those comparisons.

America should not look like this. Fear of terrorism is no excuse for abandoning the values that make this country better than all the others. I'm talking about real values, not the bullshit Republican wedge-issue values they float to win elections.

And to suggest we have to play dirty because the terrorists play dirty only concedes them the war. If we sell out our values and our rule of law, we'll have nothing left worth defending. Just some land and our fears.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Scrubs is The Shit



By Tperl

I've said it many times before - Scrubs is one of the funniest shows on TV. Tonight NBC will air the much anticipated musical episode. If you've ever seen the show, I'm sure you'll agree with me that this format actually makes perfect sense for the show's type of humor, and could potentially be one of the best Scrubs episdoes...EVER.

Anyway, if you're even the least bit curious, check out this sneak peek and see if it's for you.

King for a Day

I know it's a few days late, but I thought in honor of the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., I'd link to some seldom-discussed tidbits about his plagiarism and ravenous sexual escapades. He was a great American, who accomplished great things for equality and tolerance in this country. He was also a complicated hypocrite.

I have a dirty dream today. Halelujah!

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Large coffee, jelly donut, and last night's episode on DVD please.



By TPerl

I shit you not - the first 4 hours of "24" that JUST AIRED on Sunday and Monday is now available on DVD for the super low price of just $11.98 (or $9.99 on Amazon).

And wait! There's more! The DVD includes a "never-before-seen 12-minute preview of the next explosive episode".

"Never-before-seen"? I hate to state the obvious here, but it ain't seen yet 'cause it hasn't fucking aired yet.

And yet the Fox website proudly promotes "BE THE FIRST TO SEE 12 MINUTES OF EPISODE 5 BEFORE IT AIRS!"

Yeah, as long as you pay the extra 10 bucks for overnight shipping. And congrats on seeing 12 minutes on Sunday that we all can watch for free on Monday.

I'm not really sure why this bothers me so much, but I somehow feel like we've crossed the line into some weird new world where network executives and marketing departments have begun to take over the world. Perhaps we're just moments away from some kind of Terminator-like judgement day.

I think we need to send Jack Bauer back in time to kill this thing where it all started - I suspect that if Henry Winkler was assassinated just before he filmed that now-infamous shark-jumping episode, then humanity might just stand a chance.

There is no fate than what we make for ourselves.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

It was an honor just being...a winner?

By TPerl

Now that the movie award season is upon us, I'm sure you've seen all the latest movie commercials, touting nominations for Golden Globes and perhaps even SAG awards.

I saw a recent commercial for "Dreamgirls" which made me shout a big "What the fuck?" at the TV screen. It went something like this: "Dreamgirls. Winner of 5 Golden Globe nominations, including..."

Wait - what was that?

"Winner"? Winner of what? Winner of a fucking NOMINATION? Winner of a chance to win?

The commercials for Borat are also doing it.

This follows another similar trend in movie advertising where a movie trailer or poster will now list "Academy Award nominee" under an actor's name.

What's Next?: "...Starring Tobey Maguire: Winner of the 2003 MTV Movie Award for Best Kiss"

If there was any justice in the world, any movie using these sketchy tactics should be forced to update their ads after the awards are given:

"Now playing - Dreamgirls. Loser of 4 Golden Globes and 3 Academy awards. With Academy Award loser Eddie Murphy. Critics exclaim: '2 stars!' 'Wait until this one comes out on DVD!'."


By the way, congratulate me, everyone. I just got a notice in the mail stating that I've won $5 million dollars! ...if any of the numbers on my entry form match the winning number to be drawn on March 16th.

But at least I won!

And you too may already be a winner!

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Once More Unto the Breach, Dear Intolerant Friends, Once More

Now that the yule log has burned to ash and we can all slip off our gay apparel, it's high time to mobilize in anticipation of the next dire threat on our holiday horizon.

All Christians, Jews, Muslims, Buddhists, Hindus, Scientologists, Wiccans and miscellaneous true-believers (but not those despicable atheists) owe a national debt to Bill O'Reilly for his virtuous and brave defensive maneuvers in the great secular War on Christmas. Without his dogged, self-aggrandizing devotion, American Christians might have been forced to hear such hateful phrases as "Happy Holidays" or otherwise feel pressure to act with public consideration toward minority religions. Mission accomplished!

But as February looms around the corner and car dealerships everywhere ready to mount their bows of bunting, we as a nation must gird ourselves for the next great attack: The War on Washington's Birthday.

Perhaps you know it better as Presidents' Day. But that is what the secular-progressive Washington-hating advertisers want you to call it. Because while Washington's Birthday is the only presidential holiday recognized by our inerrant, God-fearing federal government, the pagans on Madison Avenue would rather cross-breed our first and 16th presidents in some orgy of home appliance and linen bargains.

Washington's nativity occurred on Feb. 22, 1732 of our Gregorian calendar, although he was actually born on Feb. 11, 1731 by the Julian calendar in use at the time. England eventually reformed this calendar, and Julian sounds like a girls' name anyway … hardly worthy of our
attention.

Under the 1968 Uniform Monday Holiday Act, Washington's birthday from 1971 onward was celebrated on the third Monday of February. The idea was to create more three-day holidays and introduce Columbus Day in October (I believe to honor the guy who would go on to direct Mrs. Doubtfire).

From what I've been able to glean from some devout Washingtonian Web sites, an insatiable cabal of New York advertisers then conspired to defile this new separation of the observed Washington holiday from his actual birthday by invoking Abraham Lincoln's Feb. 12 birthday and calling the whole thing Presidents' Day. Some even believe the day established to honor Washington, The Father of Our Country, stands for all U.S. Presidents. That's right. Even the Democrats!

Now, I'm not one to poke fun at James K. Polk. And as a Jew, I've often taken pride in sharing my last name with such mensches as presidents Benjamin and William Henry Harrison. But did any of them lead the Continental Army to victory in the Revolutionary War? Or pose for the currency that today we stuff into dancers' g-strings?

No, sir. Washington's Birthday is not a day to celebrate Lincoln or Ford or even Tampa Bay Buccaneers running back Cadillac Williams. And it's a day -- a birthday. Not a two-week clearance sale. There should be candles and cake and wooden teeth covered with frosting.

Many states celebrate Washington's Birthday and Lincoln's Birthday. Some celebrate only
Washington, and some celebrate neither. This year New Jersey will close state offices on Lincoln's Birthday and Presidents' Day (Feb. 19), but not Washington's actual birthday.

Poppycock! We only have about 40 shopping days until Washington's 275th birthday bash (I propose calling the day which precedes it, Washmas Eve). So while you're buying your discounted cappuccino machine, think about what that great man accomplished at Valley Forge and on the Hudson River. And what it would be like today if we spoke all British-like and ate lumpy food.

Monday, January 08, 2007

The Great White North


Cyber Neil Peart

And while we're at it, why don't we give a listen to this blog's titular song:

First Aid, Then Bill

Woodbridge first aid squads face financial challenges and petty disputes. The lengthy lowdown here.

Thursday, January 04, 2007

Iraqi Graffiti

Well, that third marquee death after James Brown and Gerald Ford turned out to be Saddam Hussein. Couldn't happen to a nicer guy, although it seems as though it could have happened in a nicer way.

A White House spokesman said that as of yesterday, Bush had not bothered to even watch video of the lynching he made possible. I'm not sure I believe that, but if true, it only points to how unaccountable and out of touch he is.

But the definitive list of his sins in Iraq have been catalogued by Ken Pollack. Read this and then try and tell me how history will vindicate this administration. History is now.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Perth Amboy Nights: The Ballad of Charlie Uzar

A 96-year-old man in Perth Amboy faces three months in jail for repeated traffic violations, including the hit-and-run of a deaf and mute pedestrian.

It sort of writes itself.

Thursday, December 28, 2006

2006 Reasons To Move On



Ah, 2006. The Year of the Dog. The 100th anniversary of the birth of the guy who discovered Asperger's Syndrome and the 250th anniversary of the birth of Wolfgang Amadeus Motzart, the guy who inspired that song by Falco.

This year saw the beginning of the construction of the Freedom Tower at Ground Zero in Manhattan. It saw forceful anal sex enthusiast Kobe Bryant score 81 points in a game and 12 miners die in West Virginia.

Scientists predicted it will end as the third warmest year on record, behind 1998 and 2005.

Hamas won an election. Rick "frothy mixture" Santorum lost one.

"Crash" won the Best Picture Oscar for depicting the most obvious lessons in crashingly obvious ways. Someone allowed Robin Williams to continue making movies.

I think Michael McDonald won "American Idol."

There was a military coup in Thailand and Slobodon Milosovic died in his cell. Ariel Sharon left office in a coma, and Saddam Hussein was sentenced to death. As for the rest of his country, the jury is still out.

Americans argued about Iraq, immigration and equal rights for homosexuals. Sean Hannity continued to push for sane, tolerant attitudes and peace on Earth.

There were earthquakes in Greece and Indonesia, mudslides in the Philippines, tornados, floods, volcanic eruptions, stiff winds, and sunny days. There were bomb attacks in India and celebrity births in Namibia.

Vince Young just won games, Rutgers football rose from the ashes, Roger Federer failed to excite Americans with one of the best years ever, and a cheater won the Tour de France.

Planes crashed, a popular painting was stolen, and a stingray killed a crocodile hunter.

The U.S. population hit 300 million, and the only thing all but four of them knew about the World Cup was that the bald French guy headbutted the Italian guy.

Science magazine predicted 90% of maritime lifeforms would be extinct by 2048. The Democrats took over Congress.

Iran worked on nuclear devices and denied the Holocaust. North Korea set off a nuclear something or other. Wilson Pickett, Coretta Scott King and Byron Nelson died. Carson Daly continued to live.

I got a headache. Happy New Year.

How I Remember Gerald Ford

By TPerl

Wednesday, December 27, 2006


Get Up. Get on up.

I Don't Feel So Good


First The Godfather of Soul and now Gerald Ford. Big deaths like this usually come in threes. Is it wrong if I'm rooting for Dick Cheney?

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Merry Listmas

And now for a blog from two years ago recycled as a Home News Tribune column. But a good one. Ho-ho.

In the News

By TPerl

Two quick items to talk about:

1) As I'm watching the 11 o'clock news last night, one of the lead stories was the WTC rebuilding story - Actually, it was a side story that got me. Apparently, another bone fragment was found on the site, and the on-site reporter quips: "And some are wondering now if the priority should really be rebuilding" - at which point I shouted out "YES!!!" at the TV screen.

Of course the priority should be rebuilding. It should have been the priority for the last 5 fucking years! Not to sound insensitive to the victims' families, but do you really need a bone fragment to honor their memory, or to "get closure"? If you haven't been able to move on at this point, I don't think a bone fragment is gonna do it - how 'bout some counseling and a prescription for anti-depressants, perhaps?

Look - if you're husband left for work on 9/11/01 in NYC and never came home, do you really need a piece of DNA to confirm what happened? And if the bastard used 9/11 as an alibi to run off to Mexico with that whore in Accounting, maybe you're better off believing he's dead.

2) Stephen Mara, son of Wellington, tackled and choked a fellow NYSE broker (who also happens to be an Eagle fan) after the guy taunted him with that "jump shot" dance that our defense does after a big play.

As Giant fan, all I can say is "Cool! Fucking asshole deserved it". You gotta love a ba-zillionaire owner who can still get that fired up over their team, instead of just treating it like another investment in their portfolio.

And it's nice to see someone on the Giants make a sure tackle these days.

Monday, December 18, 2006

Batteries Not Included



Six more shopping days until Christmas. And this rare funny sketch on "Saturday Night Live" supplies the perfect gift idea.

GE owns a lot more than just NBC it seems

By TPerl

Yesterday, the whole family drove into NYC to see the big tree in Rockefeller Center.

Everything was great until the security guy came up to me to tell me I needed to take my daughter down off my shoulders. Apparently they don't wont to get sued if she falls and gets hurt.

What Rockefeller Center and my kid possibly falling off my shoulders have to do with each other is completely lost on me.

First of all, short of the whole fucking tree suddenly falling right on top of us, I am NOT going to let my little girl get hurt.

Second of all, how can some security guard have the right to tell me how to hold my fucking child? Next I suppose they'll be telling us to make her wear a winter hat so they don't get sued for a case of the sniffles.

Can we just kill all the lawyers now?

Monday, December 11, 2006

Duck, Donald



And now for a fitting farewell to our greatest Secretary of Defense since Robert McNamara.

Monday, December 04, 2006

Euro Itchy & Scratchy Land


Back from vacation, and you just can't beat those Disney imagineers, manufacturing a picture-perfect rainbow for our amusement.

And here for further amusement, a list of the Top 10 Disney heroines. Sorry, Arielle. Your girl barely squeaked onto this list. Apparently because she might be underage (though I imagine she's legal now, if a bit fishy).