Saturday, July 26, 2008

Truly Fowl

By now we all know how disgusting the American meat industry is. We've all seen the pictures of filthy factory farms with diseased animals being slaughtered and packaged for your next lunchtime Thai chicken wrap sandwich. But, who knew about the 11-year European ban on U.S. chickens? One of the reasons they ban our fowl? Chlorination. That's right, the U.S. bleaches their chickens to kill salmonella and other harmful bacteria.
 So, the next time your waiter asks, "Would madam care for a bit more sodium hypochlorite with her Coq au vin?" Just remember to wear gloves and don't drink that ammonia cocktail.
Really gives white meat a whole new meaning.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Two-in-One

For all those busy drunks on the run, here's a product that's both novel and convenient. Now boozers everywhere can travel with the frozen drink of their choice and when they're done, they can puke in the same container and just toss it away! No muss, no fuss!

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Apocalypse Whenever

Ka-Boom. That's how many people view the end of the world: one very swift kick in the pants. Other people assume that this will not happen to them because they are better than all the other people on the planet and God loves them best and so they will not die. Still, others believe that certain people in far-off places will fight and kill each other while the rest of us stay home and watch reruns on cable. And there are people who think that if they wear a specially blessed red string around their wrist that nothing bad will happen to them. Some people think that their wealth will save them. And then there are people who believe that the rich will all be the first to die. Some people think that a little Armageddon would be a good thing because then their extraterrestrial savior will swoop down in a space ship and take them to another galaxy where they will live in a beautiful new Eden and maybe even be able to fly. There are also people who believe that if they just make lots of babies that their children will clean up all the messes that came before and they will be saved. Then there are those who think that if the human population is curbed that there wouldn't be so many problems. This sort of makes sense; less people=fewer problems.
But the chances of humans surviving the next hundred years or so probably has a lot less to do with mysticism, moral fitness or deitic (Yes, I just made that word up in this context so, don't use it in conversation with a college professor) favoritism and a lot more to do with dumb luck.
For example, it might be lucky if there were a plague. Oh, not a bad plague where people suffer painful, bloody deaths but, a nice, easy, democratic plague where a proportionally equal amount of people in each country just slip into a state of immense bliss and drift peacefully off to sleep. And then die. If such a plague wiped out about half of the world's population then we all might be stunned just long enough to forget about drilling in the arctic or blowing each other up with nuclear weapons or even just saying mean stuff about one another. But, the odds of this happening are almost nil.
Plus,  it wouldn't be lucky for the people who had to deal with disposing of all the rotting corpses with smiley faces. 
Putting the whole idea of luck aside, it would be a lot better if intelligence and mindfulness ruled the way humans do things on Earth.
The problem is, we haven't elected particularly mindful people to public office. And most people don't really care about the world's problems; they care about their own problems: their job, their fat, their children, their money. That's why there won't be apocalypse now. There will be apocalypse whenever; a little at a time in dribs and drabs. Kind of like middle-age spread. Until the end comes we'll muddle on, drinking too much caffeine and worrying about the little picture.

Saturday, July 5, 2008

R.I.P. George Carlin

A clip from one of the last shows of the late and greatest curmudgeon this country's ever seen.
Just watch this if you feel like laughing. If you don't laugh we can all pretty much assume that you are still in utero and haven't finished forming yet. You only imagined that you were born and that you know something about life. So, stop messing around on the Internet and finish up in there already. 

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Netfuxed

What is more innocuous than a couple of DVDs wearing small red jackets appearing every few days in the mail?
They seem a bit like leprechauns with magical powers and the ability to transport one far, far away from the madding crowd. (Or, at least one's own existential angst.) But like leprechauns promising undeserved riches, they can be tricky, too.
Because, they are also like potato chips, Chihuahuas and cabana boys and you can't have just one.
A while back genius friend, Mizz Lizz, introduced me to the expression "I'm a 1-out."
Meaning: To be on the 1-at-a-time Netflix plan.
To those of you who don't know what Netflix is: it is an internet DVD rental company which mails DVDs directly to your home. There are eight Netflicks plans meaning that you can rent up to eight DVDs at a time. What they don't tell you is the higher the number the bigger a loser you are. Your Netflix number is not information one casually tosses into conversation like nasturtiums into a diner salad. Much like a sexually-transmitted disease, it is a sensitive subject to be shared only with those who will not judge you. Being a 1-out is akin to being the Virgin Mary; pure and unsullied by the influence of too much popular culture. Whereas being an 8-out means that you are probably a chronic masturbator going cold turkey.
So, whatever your number, take heart. We're all friends here at The Gamut Absurd and I am in no position to cast aspersions.
Much in common.