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Legal Indigestation and the Number Two

Tuesday, September 29th, 2009

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paragraph-spacer3LOS ANGELES – Ever wonder why laws take so long to go into effect? To mature… to gestate? After bills are voted on and approved (by local municipalities, state legislatures, propositions, or Congress), they can sometimes take months or even years to become laws. Could it be that these delays are somehow concessions to the defeated parties?

A THANK YOU NOTE
“Sorry, Americans For A Car Seat-Free Childhood, the Car Seat Safety Act (against which you lobbied so hard) was passed into law. But as a concession to you (and a hearty thank you for the check, btw), we will delay its effective date by 18 months, AND give it secondary offense status. There are a lot of laws in the Number Two Class around here. That’s really what we call it! Ha! Officers will not be permitted to pull you over–if they see kids prancing about, unrestrained, in your back seat–for that reason alone.”
Sincerely, Sen. Heywood Jablome

You can be driving along with overly-tinted windows*, you and/or your kids unrestrained**, talking or texting on your cell phone***, drinking a Big Gulp****… performing any and all manner of secondary offenses, and still the cops can’t pull you over just for those infractions alone (in many jurisdictions). Isn’t that a bit silly? To me, something is either illegal and dangerous, or it’s not. Texting while driving, as an example, doesn’t suddenly become a narcissistic, selfish, and hazardous act as one passes the posted speed limit. There is no sane reason for a secondary offense level to begin with, except as a political gesture to the “aggrieved lobby”. Aggrieved? You have got to be kidding me.

Michael Moore was one of Bill Maher’s guests on Friday, and something he said stood out. Actually, he said a lot of interesting things, but as it relates to this topic, there was this: the Baucus Bill, as it sits now, would not go into effect until 2013. 2013. Was this part written by the Health Care Lobby? The poor, aggrieved, Wall Street-run, profits before people, don’t rock the boat Health Care Lobby? Why the delay, Max? It’s like adding insult to insult. The bill with your name on it shows your desire to protect the interests of your rich and powerful health care industry friends, to the ultimate detriment of thousands of your constituents. And Max: by “ultimate detriment”, I mean “death”. I am speaking code, Max. Your code.

I am reminded of a scene from Woody Allen’s Annie Hall. “There’s an old joke – um… two elderly women are at a Catskill mountain resort, and one of ‘em says, ‘Boy, the food at this place is really terrible.’ The other one says, ‘Yeah, I know; and such small portions.’” [IT'S ME AGAIN, NOW FREESTYLE-PARAPHRASING]: “Well, that’s essentially how I feel about the cellphone driving law – full of holes, and flouters, and ignorance, and confusion… and it took forever to get here.” All I know is, I don’t want to feel the same way about health care reform legislation.

When the ban against hand-held cellphone use was passed here in Kaulifoorn-yah, I knew it would take effect on July 1. My fellow cyclists and I were happy that at least a watered-down law was finally going on the books here. Yes, the law was woefully inadequate as written, as everyone knows the real problem with cellphone use while driving is the mental distraction, not the physical juggling of the device itself. That’s what differentiates it from, say, grabbing a Big Gulp or an Egg McMuffin. The McMuffin doesn’t scream out: “Your BFF is on the line and she wants to talk about toenail colors! Pick me up! NOW!”, or some other seemingly irresistible enticement to morons.

July 1 approached. The only problem was that it was still 2007. The law was not to go into effect until a year later: July 1, 2008 (wah, wah). It is now 2009. I have seen so many infractions, so many flouting the law, so little change in public behavior that the new law may as well have been one prohibiting Hobbits from driving big rigs. This law does not apply to me seems to be a modus operandus of the driving-while-texting or chatting public.

* If people can’t see inside your vehicle, it presents a hazard to them (and you). Subtle negotiations in traffic requiring eye contact such as four-way stop signs, crosswalks with pedestrians, and… oh, ANYTHING IN A CAR… are impaired by heavily tinted windows. Of course, it also reduces your own ability to see safely outside your vehicle, especially at night. Heavy window tinting presents a special problem to law enforcement, for obvious reasons. If the sight of your ugly mug makes babies weep and old people faint, then perhaps a special variance should be granted to you and only you. A special license plate color would come along with the deal, of course. Whatever your least favorite color is, based on results of a scientifically-administered test of visual stimuli. It would be called the Sheriff Joe Arpaio law, after the controversial, headline-grabbing sheriff of Maricopa County, Arizona. What? That doesn’t sound right? Then go light on the tinting and grab a pair of Groucho glasses and a wig, elephant man, and suck it up. This is AMERICA, and that means that 95% of us are in the proletariat. No special treatment, unless you work for Goldman Sachs. You know the rules. After all, Groucho was a Marx.
** In 19 out of the 50 states, the seat belt law is considered a secondary offense, which means that a police officer cannot stop and ticket a driver for the sole offense of not wearing a seat belt.
*** Talking and texting on cellphones has been shown to be at least as dangerous as drunk driving. Some states are still not on board with this notion.
**** Some jurisdictions have in fact outlawed drinking anything and eating while driving.

We owe it to ourselves to have the courage of our convictions. No more concessions to powerful lobbies. When a law is passed, make it effective within 30 days. Lay the groundwork beforehand if necessary, alert the media. Grow a pair. Give it teeth. A pair of teeth. I’m dangerously mixing metaphors as usual, but you get the idea.

People long to do the right thing. 80% of drivers want some form of cell phone usage restriction. 80% want a ban on text messaging while driving. 67% are supportive of restricting phone calls while driving. We must follow-up on the enforcement end and take the muzzles off of the police. Go get ‘em. Revenues up, bad behavior down. Primary offense status, please. And a rabbit-sized gestation period, not an elephant’s.

The same goes for health care. Most people (a whopping 77% in at least one poll) and even doctors want at least a public option. We shouldn’t settle for some watered-down bill, full of half-measures toward reform. And 2013 is way too far out.

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Watch this PSA on the dangers of texting while driving, produced by the Tredegar Comprehensive School and Gwent Police (Gwent is located in southeast Wales, UK). It is graphic and effective. Click on the picture/link to open a new YouTube window.

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If They Merged: Halliburton and AIG

Wednesday, June 24th, 2009

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paragraph-spacer3LOS ANGELES – Today I present a new feature here on B.L.O.G., called If They Merged. It is a tribute, homage, or some may say a direct ripoff of the Late Night with Conan O’Brien regular bit-hit, If They Mated (which, as far as I have seen, has yet to premiere on the new Tonight Show. Watch for a huge response from the audience when it does make its return). Here’s how the new bit would start off:

HOST: These are difficult economic times. Everyone is under a tremendous amount of financial stress. Not only individuals, but businesses too are feeling the pinch. We here at [POPULAR LATE NIGHT TALK SHOW] are here to help, to do our part. We’ve used the vast resources of our parent company to construct a machine that scours the business landscape for likely merger candidates. We’ve been calling it the MergerTron.

SIDEKICK: Sort of a Match Dot Com, only for businesses.

fiasco-headHOST: That’s right. EXACTLY like a Match Dot Com for business. It’s also very similar to our If They Mated technology. We find the most likely partners, those that could receive the most benefit from pooling their resources, and CRASH them together with the MergerTron. Just like the graphic, which cost a whopping $5. The graphic reminds us that we tried a test merger with Fiat and Chrysler, with mixed results. Thankfully, they were able to right that ship and sail on, hopefully to calmer waters. Things are going fine with them so far.

Let’s get started. Here are some potential candidates for the new and improved MergerTron.

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HOST: Everyone knows the huge company, Halliburton. The large energy company, used to be headed by Dick Cheney; you know the company. Their slogan is Solutions For Today’s Energy Challenges. Well, they’re not really in any trouble, but we have another company in mind which we think would make a beneficial pairing. Sort of a win-win.

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HOST: That’s right. Controversial insurance giant and recipient of government bailout money, AIG. Their slogan– and this is not made up (I swear): Moving Forward, Protecting Customers, Repaying Taxpayers. Really, it’s on their website. The new company? What did the MergerTron spit out?

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HOST: Presenting the new company, HAIG. Today’s Solution For Challenging Movements. See? It really works. I’m not sure what the new slogan means, but there’s that picture from 1981 where Al Haig announces “I’m in control here” after the Reagan assassination attempt. It was the latest picture we could find. [singing:] Nothing is as funny as a 30-year-old reference.

Okay, for our next pairing, we…

Credits: The Alexander Haig photo from his “I’m in control here” press conference is from the Reagan Archives at The University of Texas. Conan picture is an NBC Photo by Paul Drinkwater.

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The Monrovia Connection

Monday, June 1st, 2009

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paragraph-spacer3MONROVIA, CA – Well, we here at B.L.O.G. are taking a little break from the shameless promotion business. By we, I mean of course the royal we, and we’ve been quite busy of late. It was a swing and a miss at trying to get on board The Tonight Show with Conan O’Brien, at least for now. An insider tip had me smelling blood, and I tried to go in for the kill with the electronic equivalent of standing on the corner with a twirling arrow and a bikini girl. Perhaps I should have tried the real equivalent. Anyway, besides the Rated “O” for Obsequious posts right here on B.L.O.G., there were emails to contacts at the peacock, the show itself, the union (more on that possibly later), Twitter-stalking, and every trick up my sleeve – but all proved fruitless thus far. I tried, but we failed. Thanks to all four of YOU, my loyal audience. Moving on, at least for now.

While I was away on my Please Hire Me Conan tour, I did get some information from my buddy, Todd, regarding The Tercel Thief incident. It’s a bit of a good news/bad news tale. His car was found, but was essentially being held hostage by the towing company. For those of you in the dark about the original incident, you can read the color photo-illustrated, made-for-B.L.O.G. version here. In a nutshell, Todd’s ‘86 Toyota Tercel was stolen from his nice LA neighborhood in the middle of the night.

man-from-blog-smrefYou might recall that at the time, I was able to send my Man from B.L.O.G. avatar/cybernaut back through the space-time continuum (with the help of Raytheon and Google Maps Street View) to see what I could see. What I saw turned out to be a bit of a red herring.

It was not, as I/we thought at the time: someone looking to replace, say, their driver’s side door with a working version. No, it looks like something more sinister. As a matter of fact, let’s go there now, to the scene of the discovery, to 3333 Peck Rd., Monrovia, California.

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And… ZOOP! Okay. There’s Todd’s car – and good! It hasn’t been towed yet. The place is kind of drab, don’t you think? The whole area looks vaguely familiar. It really makes me think of some, some, so… I’m sensing a slightbendinthefabricoftime… Someone or someTHING is trying to tell me something. Wait!

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Holy Sh*t! I knew I’d seen this place before. Better get the hell out of here – NOW!

Man! That was close! Okay, I’m back on Peck Rd., Monrovia, but Todd’s car is GONE. Who is that walking over? Is it a Beastie Boy?

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No, it’s a local P.D. detective! What’s that, detective? Your friend’s car was towed. Yes, I know, but to where? 812 N. Azusa Ave. The towing yard, I see. Okay, well I guess I– he’s already walking away. Hmm. Let’s see. Stolen from Hancock Park, driven to Monrovia, parked in front of an auto dismantling operation. There’s got to be a clue in there somewhere. Now I’m learning, through my microwave relay to the present, that the towing company is wanting an exorbitant amount of money to get the car back. That just seems wr– HOLD IT! There’s an odd little man lurking and pointing at me!

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He’s walking over. Funny little guy. He says his name is Gary, and he has “digs”. No, he corrects himself, he meant to say “dibs”.

On what? On the car. How can you have dibs on the car? The driver’s m’buddy! I run this junk yard. Do you like ham? Yes, but let’s get back to the car. They’re here all the time. What do you mean? What are ‘here all the time’? They just show up’s all. Police come by, write stuff down. I always get dibs!

What a strange little man. And an even stranger tale he unwittingly helps to weave. Let’s review:

  1. Car is stolen.
  2. Car is driven 60 miles to an auto dismantling yard in the middle of the night and parked.
  3. A week later, someone calls in to report the abandoned vehicle.
  4. Police take a report, call in towing company under contract to the municipality.
  5. Police notify victim that their car has been located. Stage-chuckles politely at victim’s requisite “they got us working in shifts” Big Lebowski reference. Gives victim phone number to towing company anyway.
  6. Towing company initially plays role of understanding and caring uncle to the victim.
  7. Towing company quickly changes tone to bill collector and demands hundreds of dollars in towing and storage fees. Sends angry letter with invoice to victim.
  8. Victim notices the dibs to “Junkyard” Gary indicated right on the invoice.
  9. Mexican standoff ensues. Either way, victim loses. Gary and the towing company win. But does anyone else?

Wow. If this wasn’t a crime synopsis I would swear it looks like an outline for a super business plan. Perhaps I’ll have more information next time. Stay tuned! And watch The Tonight Show with Conan O’Brien, premiering tonight, June 1 (rated “O”, I know, but I really will be watching).

UPDATE 6/3: This is a true (and outrageous) story. I have used a heaping portion of creative license to help outline it in an entertaining way. Credits: The Falafel’s Drive In sign is courtesy IvyMike on flickr. The background, undoctored image is in fact from Google Maps Street View. The cop was swiped directly from the great Climate Change Social Change blog, which I heartily endorse and encourage you to visit.

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B.L.O.G. TV Showcase: Farrah’s Story

Monday, May 18th, 2009

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paragraph-spacer3BURBANK – Television sweeps time is upon us once again. It’s the semi-annual event in which television networks put forth their most sensationalized content in order to boost the Nielson numbers in their favor. It’s really a thumb on the scale, but no one really seams to care and it’s all part of the game. The results of the May Book, as it’s known in the TV promo world (there’s also a November Book, and to a lesser extent July and February Books as well), are used to establish advertising rates for the months to come.

may-sweeps-farrah-huluEnd-of-season specials happen in May, as well as “very special” episodes including the infamous “evil twin” device employed in the not-too-distant past. Also, as we witnessed Friday night, personal diaries from celebrities on their death beds are not off limits. Farrah’s Story premiered as a two hour special on NBC Friday night. It documents the cancer journey of Farrah Fawcett, told in a combination of video diary first-person style with interviews of doctors and friends mixed in. Did you miss it? See it on hulu.

man-from-blog-smrefI thought I’d ask my Man from B.L.O.G. (avatar/cybernaut) to open up his Boring Load Of Garbage Television Showcase Cinema and Pie House for a little Farrah’s Story viewing party. Truthfully, the vintage movie house could use a little work. It’s a little rundown, and, if the City of LA sticker is correct, in need of some asbestos abatement. It really is Billy Bob’s Nightmare, but we didn’t mind. Our leftover H1N1 flu masks were put to good use as the whole crew gathered for a night of TV and pie.

Farrah Fawcett holds a very special place in my heart, so it was a little sad to see the show. Man from B.L.O.G. obviously feels the same way in the graphic above. She was Steve Austin’s girl, for crying out loud. There is some controversy regarding Ryan O’Neal taking over the Executive Producer role as Farrah herself has been really too weak to perform those duties. The New York Times and the LA Times both had largely negative reviews for the “Dateline-meets-Behind-the-Music” style show.

may-sweeps-posterWhen I was in junior high, I didn’t have this poster (at right), but I sat next to a guy in home room who did (it was fabulous and he wouldn’t let me forget it). This incident kick-started my hobby of scouring Spencer Gifts’ poster collections for the next Farrah poster. There were many copy cats (Adrienne Barbeau, Suzanne Somers, Lynda Carter) but never really any that reached the pure hormonal excitement levels of this one. It was during this time that I grew to despise black light posters because I had to flip through so many Led Zeppelin, Yes, Grateful Dead and others as I conducted my search for the girls.

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The graphic at the beginning of this post is based on one created by me for Last Call with Carson Daly. It was for a bit called The Thirty Second Movie Review.

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Billy Bob’s Nightmare

Friday, May 15th, 2009

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paragraph-spacer3LOS ANGELES – Billy Bob Thornton was in the news recently for displaying some odd behavior during a Canadian radio chat show. After some adverse media attention, he went on Jimmy Kimmel Live to explain.

A few years ago, Billy Bob was famous for wearing a vial of blood around his neck, along with then-wife Angelina Jolie. The talented actor, writer, and musician’s peculiarities didn’t stop there. From Wikipedia:

Various idiosyncratic behaviors have been well-documented in interviews with the actor; among these is a phobia of antique furniture — a disorder shared by the Dwight Yoakam character in the Thornton-penned Sling Blade, and by Thornton’s own character in the 2001 film Bandits. Additionally, he has stated that he has a fear of certain types of flatware, a trait assumed by his character, Hank Grotowski, in 2001’s Monster’s Ball, in which Grotowski insists on a plastic spoon for his daily bowl of chocolate ice cream. In a 2004 interview with The Independent, Thornton explained: “It’s just that I won’t use real silver. You know, like the big, old, heavy-ass forks and knives, I can’t do that. It’s the same thing as the antique furniture. I just don’t like old stuff. I’m creeped out by it, and I have no explanation why…I don’t have a phobia about American antiques, it’s mostly French — you know, like the big, old, gold-carved chairs with the velvet cushions. The Louis XIV type. That’s what creeps me out. I can spot the imitation antiques a mile off. They have a different vibe. Not as much dust.” In addition to his aversion to silver cutlery, velvet, and “creepy, castle-y stuff,” Thornton confesses that “pieces from 1700 and 1800 France and England really freak me out, especially harpsichords.”

Credits: Billy Bob picture from reelmovienews.com. Chairs from s.artquid.com, dresser from ifixantiques.com, harpsichord from maserkit.com.

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The Usual Suspects

Monday, May 11th, 2009

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paragraph-spacer3LOS ANGELES – I received a thoughtful email last week from a reader in Washington, DC. The reader pointed out to me how much my Man from B.L.O.G. man-from-unclecharacter resembles Professor Berlitz, of Berlitz Language Instruction (1965) fame. Actually, sharp-eyed readers will notice that I obviously borrowed him from the Man from U.N.C.L.E. TV show logo of the 60s. I thought I’d come completely clean and show a lineup here of a few other potential look-a-likes.

usual-suspects-woodyOn the far left we have the Woody Allen cartoon character that appeared briefly in Annie Hall. He is much shorter than Mr. B.L.O.G., but is only slightly more neurotic.

On the other side of my avatar/cybernaut is in fact Professor Berlitz, gesticulating wildly. “You are trés tall, Monsieur B.L.O.G.” usual-suspects-berlitzHe employs the same technique that most Americans use when communicating with foreigners: he slows his speech (and increases its volume), pronounces each consonant as hard as possible, and of course gesticulates. We find it works fine here on the island of America, so we’ll probably continue to use it. The Berlitz method. The character is no doubt based on Berlitz founder, Maximilian Delphinius Berlitz (1852 – 1921), who was born in Germany, orphaned at an early age, moved to France and ultimately the United States.

usual-suspects-peanutThe Mr. Peanut (Planter’s) character’s appearance is suggested here by a line at the Professor Berlitz reference page. They propose that the Berlitz man may have had a side career as Mr. Peanut. I don’t see the obvious likeness to Monsieur B.L.O.G., but since he resembles Prof. Berlitz, and Prof. Berlitz resembles Mr. Peanut, others might. You be the judge.

usual-suspects-shermanLastly, I present Sherman from the Sherman and Peabody cartoons. They appeared in a regular segment called Peabody’s Improbable History in the early ’60s cartoon series The Rocky and Bullwinkle Show. Sherman was the boy to Mr. Peabody (the genius dog). This is the origin of the WABAC (pronounced “wayback”) machine. The WABAC, or contemporarily Wayback Machine, is a common device used to conjure up nostalgia even today. So in addition to resembling a young Mr. B.L.O.G. (you should see the class photos side by side), Sherman’s (and Mr. Peabody’s) WABAC is the technological ancestor to the advanced Google/Raytheon time travel plugins which my man is so fond of using. I’ll have another lineup in the future should the need arise.

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“The Twitter stole our logo.”

Thursday, May 7th, 2009

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paragraph-spacer3JACKSON HOLE, WY – A 133-year-old dry goods company here, Little O, Stick on Ground, Big O, are claiming through their lawyers that internet phenomenon, Twitter, has “absconded with our trademark. The Twitter stole our logo.” Lawyers and their clients were present today at a press conference held here to announce a “look into the possibility of a likelihood for a chance of maybe bringing some sort of legal action”.

twittertwitter-fieldThe possible action points not to the stick figure bird silhouette on a branch or the blue tweety bird button icon, but to the default user avatar icon (at right) which Twitter provides for either newbies, those too lazy to upload their own photo, or folks who are just plain camera shy (click on the graphic at left to see just what I mean).

Archibald Fruehauf, whose great uncle and great-great uncle (Little Oscar and Big Oscar Fruehauf, respectively) founded the dry goods company, says their logo has been in use almost since the very beginning. “They had some trouble with the original bell logo (which had double clappers shaped like Os) and name (Double-O Bell System); Alexander Graham Bell had issues with both. My great-great aunt, Takala, came up with the new name and a simplified, literal logo which was based on a game the two Oscars played, similar to ‘kick the can’, but with a stick. Little O, Stick on Ground, Big O. Or if you prefer, o_O. Both Oscars were quite rotund, you see, hence the letters ‘O’.”

Although no one can yet pinpoint a single source of funding for the almost-accused internet phenom known as Twitter, there appears to be no shortage of it. “We are well-funded and building a company to last” (from the jobs page on their site). Also:

“We provide the best equipment money can buy and offer free breakfast, snacks, and often lunch. Good burritos, great coffee, and Whole Foods are just blocks away. Sometimes we’ll walk to the park around the corner when we need to talk about something juicy or just get some fresh air (or a better burrito).”

Or when we have to kill you and dump your body. Seriously, though, the accoutrements rival the heady late ’90s, early ’00s of what would come to be known as the face of the internet bubble. Missing are the air hockey and foosball tables, afternoon massages, and the occasional lunch. Actually, their spiel has even this cynic almost sold. Not a bad gig. One could do a lot worse. I could see myself working at the Twitterplex. The point is, they’re “well-funded” and hope “to last”. Not for long, if these lawyers have anything to say about it.

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The “possibility-of-a-likelihood-for-a-chance-of-maybe” bringing legal action is looking more and more like a class-action… “event”. Joining Little O, Stick on Ground, Big O at the presser (but even more on the fence, legally, if that’s possible) were recumbent bicycle storage company Hangin’ With The ‘Bents, lesbian porno film Little Whore and Big Whore Go At It! 4 (the director’s cut, not the b.s. version put out by the studio), and semi-annual eyeglass sale The Crazy Optometrist’s Upside Down Price Event. After the announcement, there was a group lunch buffet at the Grand Tetons strip club which I won’t soon forget.

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Sinkhole de Mayo

Tuesday, May 5th, 2009

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paragraph-spacer3DAISETTA, TEXAS – Well, first things first. No, your newly installed digital television converter box is not interfering with the color balance on your computer monitor. Yes, that is a French flag on le frite grande, or large fry. And it is sticking in a large puddle of mayonnaise, which has been unceremoniously poured from a large 5500-gallon drum provided by some French sympathizers keen on raining on the Mexican national holiday parade honoring their defeat of them. Try saying that fast while your mouth is loaded with fries, vinegar, ketchup, and mayonnaise. We here at B.L.O.G. are not ones to play favorites with the nationalities. I just needed a moment to chew, hence the answers to your imaginary questions, which allowed me to chew while I imagined you asking them. Okay… all done. Moving on.

Cinco de Mayo, of course, celebrates the “Mexican army’s unlikely victory over French forces at the Battle of Puebla on May 5, 1862, under the leadership of Mexican General Ignacio Zaragoza Seguín“. I got that little tidbit from Wikipedia, and you know they’re never wrong. What I didn’t know is that a sinkhole in this small, sleepy little town had first appeared on or near an anniversary of that very same date! Some town residents (population 1,034) began calling it the “Sinkhole de Mayo”, both delighting punsters and seizing a tourism marketing opportunity. The New York Times even did a story about it.

“A huge and ravenous sinkhole that threatened to swallow this little East Texas oil town gobbled more crumbling earth Thursday but spared, at least for now, homes, the high school and the main road …”

Run for your lives! I think I see eyes appearing above the mouth. It’s … ALIVE! The town Emergency Management head, speaking about the town’s oil history, said, “I’m used to things blowing up, not falling in.”

Which brings us back to today’s little prank. Some local Francophiles appear to have taken advantage of the large hole [ARTIST'S RENDERING ABOVE IS NOT TO SCALE. ACTUAL HOLE IS MUCH LARGER. DO NOT APPROACH EDGE OF HOLE. – Ed.] and have filled it with mayo (I can see there’s still a ‘tongue’ of mayo left in the vat), cooked up what must be the world’s largest French fry, perhaps in the world’s largest deep fryer (maybe located in another sinkhole?), inserted that fry into nature’s party dip tray (not a euphemism for something dirty), then climbed that fry, and finally planted a flag. French, of course.

Maybe the thing to do is: have a party! Turn lemons into lemonade! Gather around the sinkhole, hold hands, and sing Fah Hoo Forres. Perhaps the French Grinch will grow a heart and join in. Happy Cinco de Mayo everybody!

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The Tercel Thief

Friday, May 1st, 2009

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paragraph-spacer3LOS ANGELES – I read the item on my Facebook page yesterday morning, and my heart sank:

Um, yeah, so if anyone sees my car out there without me behind the wheel, please let me know. Much to my surprise my whip was stolen last night.

My good friend, Todd Munson, had lost his “whip”. His ‘86 Tercel was gone.

tercel-cop-croppedTodd and his better half live in a nice little enclave of LA not far from my own Hair District residence. The keyword, though, is LA. Big city, USA. After filling out the police report, he can follow up with questions about any, you know, leads. “Leads, yeah, sure. I’ll just check with the boys down at the crime lab, they’ve got four more detectives working on the case. They got us working in shifts!”

tercel-man-from-blog-smI thought this would be a good project for my Man from B.L.O.G. He agreed to enlist his staff at the applied technologies division of B.L.O.G. Seems they’ve been working with the Intelligence and Information Systems division of Raytheon, and along with Google Maps Street View, have created some really innovative night vision time displacement technologies.

We start out by locating the original car in the Street View window. Ah, there it is. ‘86 Toyota Tercel. Roof-mount bike rack. Check. Duct tape bumper/fender integration. Check. Good.

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Next, we insert my avatar/cybernaut into the program, using the same plug-in used in my first Hyuntley post. Scroll backwards through the space-time continuum, bending the fabric just-so. We’re getting into pre-dawn darkness now. Better invoke the Raytheon. What’s that? He sees something already? Aha! This is what we were looking for.

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Just as Todd thought. It’s a similar model Tercel, probably trolling for a parts car. Who is that getting out of the suspect vehicle? He looks familiar. The next frame is just a lonely, empty space, except for a couple of New Zealanders who appear to be riding around the block on a tandem bicycle. I think they may be part of The Slow Bike Movement. Or perhaps they just decided to go for a bike ride.

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We will indeed be checking in with the boys down at the crime lab from time to time. Just remember: sometimes you eat the bar, and sometimes, well, he eats you.

[MAY 12, 2009 UPDATE: Todd has launched his new online home, Unicorn Battleground, and has hit the ground running with his treatment of this incident. Give it a read, won't you? As a further incentive, Todd wrote a hilarious open letter to the thief on Craigslist. See his page for the link.]

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Tuesday, April 28th, 2009

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paragraph-spacer3LOS ANGELES – Sen. Arlen Specter has decided to switch parties and will become a Democrat. No news on if he will get the Phil Spector pre-trial hair style.

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