Archive for December, 2007

spamguy Classix #6: 'I'd Buy That for a Dollar'

Monday, December 31st, 2007

The Blog City incarnation of this blog will supposedly implode as the New Year takes over, so this will be the last rerun I post. A shame. I feel a new empathy for writers who opt for creating clip shows over developing new content.

This one’s from November 24, 2005.


I saw RoboCop this weekend. A fine movie. Yet for being a totally serious, dark film, it has a running gag that seems totally out of place and inexplicable. Over and over, people keep saying the line ‘I’d buy that for a dollar!’ It means nothing — perhaps a statement of agreement or acknowledgement — and people in real life don’t say that, so every instance of the line feels like an infusion of artificial culture. The whole movie, with high-tech props and megacorporations set inside a Detroit that is basically unchanged from our reality, is like a patchwork of real reality and movie reality, with only the chosen bits covered over. It’s not wrong; in fact, I find it rather creative. But to return to the ‘dollar’ tagline, it’s about as explicit a change of culture as you get in that movie.The concept reminds me of Atlas Shrugged (why do I keep coming back to that godawful book?), in which everyone says ‘Who is John Galt?’ as a rhetorical question with the culturally assigned meaning of ‘Some things don’t have answers.’ Unfortunately, people in reality have started using that line…Ayn Rand has won.

‘I’d buy that for a dollar’ is a lot neater than the John Galt nonsense, so what I propose is that we let Paul Verhoeven win too. Stick it in your regular conversations, even if it adds nothing. Let it mean whatever you think it means. Even better: if someone catches the RoboCop reference, give them a dollar.

Animath

Friday, December 28th, 2007

A friend identified a print error identifying 17913 A.D. as the year Marie Antoinette was beheaded. It must be a typo, he noted, because likely there will be no such person named that almost 11,600 years into the future. The truth of that is hard to deny. Still, I suggested the opposite is true with regards to prior fiction. Deep down I know that somewhere, somehow, there is a mecha anime series that combines the Earth of 17913 A.D. with a futuristic heroine named Marie Antoinette. Think Firefly meets Xenogears.

The volume of animated content Japan churns out every year makes this series’ existence reasonable. Indeed, the Japanese are so accomplished in their art that I would just as well expect an anime for any tangible object in any conceivable future. To put this closer to terms that can be published in the Journal of Pure and Applied Algebra,

For any time T and object X such that (for present time T0) T – T0 > 0 and X is in T, there exists an anime A.

(See also: Rule 34 of the Internet.)

Beer > Babies

Friday, December 21st, 2007

I love reading the comments people add in every high-traffic blog I read. Today’s wisdom comes from FOUND Magazine’s daily found item and the bowels of its comments page:

Try this sometime, it’s really fun: Go to the store and grab $20 worth of beer and $10 worth of diapers. Go to the register and ring it up. Pull out $20 and tell cashier you will pass on the diapers. There will be a long, uncomfortable pause.

spamguy Classix #5: Neo-Maxi-Zoom-Dweebie

Monday, December 17th, 2007

This one’s from December 9th, 2006.


Here I am talking about John Hughes again. Somewhere between obscurity and popularity lies an awkward class of catch phrase, one in which people who we’d expect not to use it do, and those who should, don’t. Example: somewhere deep in the dialogue of The Breakfast Club lies this conversation:

BENDER: Dork…
BRIAN: Yeah?
BENDER: You are a parent’s wet dream, okay?
BRIAN: Well that’s a problem!
BENDER: Look, I can see you getting all bunged up for them making you wear these kinda clothes. But face it, you’re a Neo-Maxi-Zoom-Dweebie!

Somehow the phrase Neo-Maxi-Zoom-Dweebie, expanding upon boring ol’ dweeb with strange bedfellow prefices, caught hold on the public. Or at least, on a couple people. It has an Urban Dictionary definition. It’s been used in WWF threats (!). 728 other pages exist using the term, excluding the previous two, and soon to be this blog post. ((2007 note: Now 1,790 pages, with the original Blog-City post ranking #4.)) That’s about it. But it’s enough to convince me that if pro wrestlers quote a John Hughes film, we have a catch phrase on our hands.

Now WTF is a clamhead?

spamguy Classix #4: 'Slow Children Playing'

Sunday, December 16th, 2007

This post was originally written June 12, 2003. I pull it back up because Jennifer had the gall to attribute these same observations to a professional comedian…tsk, tsk.

There’s a ton of these in my neighbourhood:


Slow Children Playing

Of all regulatory signs in existence, I happen to have the most qualms with this one. Let’s discuss.

  • Bizarre clothing. Why is this kid wearing a cap and knee socks? Most kids I know avoid wearing clothing meant for ski season all year. Considering they live in Texas, too, I think they’re mostly in the right. The sign maker responsible for making the United States fearful of striking down kids wormholed from Victorian fashion must be dealt with harshly. It’s understandable that repeated viewings of Oliver! could cause some distortion of reality. Still, one would think anyone with smarts at the DPS (which, by the looks of things, was no one) would have brought up some concerns to the administrators.

‘Excuse me, Dr. X, I’m afraid Mr. Y has gone loopy. He’s putting people with outrageous fashion sense on all our signs.’
‘Dear god! He must be stopped!’
‘But his signs are already out to the nation! By next month, “No Parking” signs will feature plaid!’ (insert panicked screaming)

Indeed, with such strange clothes, the child on the sign only drives us further to crush those stupid kids in the middle of the street. Consider this: did you enjoy reading Victorian novels at gunpoint at school? Probably not. Seeing a Dickensian vignette in front of your Honda is thus only going to make you drive faster. So kid: take off those knickerbockers and cap, and I’ll take you to Structure, my treat.

  • Slow / children? Slow children? The ambiguity of the sign’s wording unnerves me. The lack of punctuation on the sign presents three potential meanings a driver must arrive at:
  1. Slow children playing. Hit ‘em while they’re still in the street! They can’t run far!
  2. ‘Slow children’ playing. Stupid kids tend to congregate in this neighbourhood; dunno why.
  3. Slow: children playing. The intended meaning of the sign (I hope); the government can never assume we’ll think what they want us to think, though.

And there you have it. Until next time, it’s ‘No Parking,’ not ‘No: Parking!,’ comrades. ((Added note from the me of 2007: well, maybe it is ‘No: Parking!’. Restaurants along Austin’s Congress Avenue seem to use the same sign for deterring bums from using their toilets. Trouble is, this sign is written ‘NO! BATHROOMS!’.))

Chomp

Saturday, December 15th, 2007

Updated 12.15.2007, 12.44p with new record. 

Inspired by my co-worker’s acquisition of a Ms. Pac-Man cabinet for her apartment—jealousy doesn’t seem like an appropriate reaction somehow—I’ve fired up the MAME app on my laptop for marathon practise. This game, unlike its chauvinist predecessor, has just enough randomness built in to make it a game that requires actual skill. In contrast, the original Pac-Man could be whipped through time-tested paths handed down by the masters.

The first streak of activity I had with the game, I hit 38,000 points. That’s really not a very good score, even for the average passer-by that drops a quarter in out of curiosity. It’s no secret: I suck at the good games. After 38,000, the 40,000 summit was something I simply could not reach.

Until tonight, when I hit about 40,700 today, when I hit 43,480. Maybe it was the Frappucino caffeine inside of me, maybe it was the practise (har). It’s no matter. I’ve hit my goal, and I’m fairly certain I’ll never be able to improve to a 50,000 level without a third party offering training. Now, time to work on getting 40,000 in Pac-Man Jr.!

Sic Semper Tyrannus

Thursday, December 13th, 2007

My current nonfiction book is Manhunt: The 12-Day Chase for Lincoln’s Killer, which is a refreshingly original spin on American history. More interesting than the book itself is the accompanying cover.America of 1865 had no time to build up reputable schools of art study, and had no need to import Europeans for simple newspaper illustrations. The countless pictures preserved from that era were all drawn by Americans with a bit of natural talent and little else: perspectives are wrong, body positions are bizarre, and there’s that ‘not quite right’ feeling when studying them. The image used as the cover for Manhunt is such an illustration, and the inappropriate expression on poor Mr. Lincoln’s face is priceless. As a Deringer bullet entered his skull, the President likely didn’t wear an expression that read, ‘Sigh…I do not need this.’

The rest of his body is just as amusing, though the edition cited in the link obscures everything below the chest. A gun blast perpendicular to the head is powerful, but it’s not powerful enough to dislocate your arm and twist it 90°. Even if it were (Magic Bullet Theory, anyone?), it just makes Lincoln’s expression that much more incomprehensible.

‘Gosh, it’ll be off to the hospital for me, I guess. Oh, Booth, what will I do with you?’

Secret of the Ooze

Thursday, December 13th, 2007

Wedged between the static, rarely updated Web 1.0 and the hyperactive, give-me-five-minutes-of-freakin’-peace Web 2.0 is the thematic photo album site. Remember ‘Hot or Not’? ‘Rate My Poo’ [seriously NSFW, yet somehow you won't be able to look away] came around the same time, too. It was about the point of RMP that the Internet wisely took a restitution from collective photography. flickr never got the memo on that, though.

RMP still remains the #1 grossest site in my book, excluding pages like goatse that start redlining on lack of taste. Admittedly my list was pretty short. In fact, I didn’t really have a list. Today, though, I am pleased to add to my list of lists the ‘Grossest Sites’ list, because there’s a latecomer to the collective photography group that makes a great #2 ((To be fair, RMP is nothing but great #2.)). Introducing ‘Pop That Zit.‘ (Obvious warning: not for the easily queasied.) The creators take a wide scope on the issue, providing footage of whiteheads, blackheads, and gooey dermatological wonders of all races and creeds.

Swedish Watch?

Saturday, December 8th, 2007

Overheard at a restaurant this evening:

Sorority Girl #1: Lookit this! [sticks out wrist]

Sorority Girl #2: [looks] What is it?

SG1: It’s a Swatch.

SG2: What’s a Swatch?

SG1: It’s a Swedish watch, made in Sweden.

Apparently the Swiss flag directly on the watch face wasn’t enough of a hint, but when your worldview goes only as far as the nearest burger shack, it’s understandable. Should I tell her that Timexes aren’t really time Kleenexes?

Deux Filles, Une Tasse: Just Deux It

Sunday, December 2nd, 2007

Teh internets never fail to amaze me. All it takes to get people to come to your site are 1) a server and 2a) content that makes a fool of yourself or 2b) content in jive with the latest Web phenomenon. My most recent post (about ‘2 Girls 1 Cup’) had both, so it’s no shock that within 24 hours traffic to the site had quadrupled from an average day!  Even though Boing-Boing was the originator of the French translation of the film (all four words needed to explain it, at least), this site is now the top hit returned for queries resembling ‘Deux Filles, Une Tasse.’

To visitors who found my site this way, welcome! I’d offer you a drink, but, um, our cups are all soiled…