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Nutz to That…
Here at Ruminations, etc we take on the hot topics of the day. We examine the pressing issues of today and tomorrow. Nothing important escapes our analytical eye.
Which brings us to today’s topic: Truck Nutz and car decorations in general. For those of you not among the cultural elite, Truck Nutz are a reproduction of a man’s scrotal sack that hangs off the back of a truck. So yeah, Truck Nutz isn’t just a clever name.
Pictured: Truck Nutz. Not Pictured: A Mensa Candidate
Many people find Truck Nutz absolutely stupid and vile. I’m not one of them. Nope. I actually find Truck Nutz very useful and I hope their use becomes even more widespread. See, like a McCain/Palin sticker, seeing a set of Truck Nutz hanging off the back of a truck tells me this person’s a complete a-hole and should be avoided at all costs. That kind of information is vitally important to me. Too often, precious moments of my life are taken up by complete douchebags. Moments that I will never get back. So anything we can do to identify jackasses ahead of time is fine by me. We might even want to tag and track them like an endangered species. Unfortunately, d-bags like this are not endangered enough, and the ACLU will probably get pissed off if we start tagging them. Oh well — another good idea gone to seed.
Seriously, who in the hell would buy these things? Who’s sitting at home, thinking to themselves, “You know what I need? I need a big set of testicles hanging off my truck! Then my life will come together!” These are the same dopes that put bullet hole stickers on their cars and decorated their bumpers with “How do you like my driving? Call 1-800-EAT-SHIT!” stickers in the 90s. If this was 30 years earlier, I’m sure these tools would have an “Ayatollah Assahola!” shirt in their closet.
Car decorations are just dumb anyway. For instance, in the barren wasteland where I grew up, a lot of people have a sticker of Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes on the back window of their cars. What’s wrong with that, you ask? Well, I’ll tell you: the sticker shows Calvin peeing on something. Usually something the owner of the car doesn’t like or some kind of brilliant social commentary, like Calvin peeing on the Lakers or Obama. I think the stickers started with Calvin peeing on either Ford or Chevy (depending on which brand of truck you had, unless you were a truck owner with a developed inferiority complex and had Calvin peeing on your brand), but, as the sticker became more common, the target changed. My favorite one of all time is Calvin peeing on La Migra. Only in AZ…
Despite being an incredibly stupid idea, I’ve always wanted a Calvin peeing sticker. But I wanted Calvin to pee on something that would confuse and agitate other drivers, like Calvin peeing on Sartre (because Calvin would obviously reject existentialism), or Calvin peeing on Hobbes, or just Calvin peeing on Calvin peeing on Calvin, etc, in an endless loop that gets smaller.
There's only one word this: classy.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go and tell someone how I liked their driving…what was that number again?
Holy Crap!
I guess there's a lot of buffets in Paradise City
When the hell did Axl Rose turn into Hank Williams Jr.? “Welcome to the Jungle…Are you ready for some football!”
Things that Annoy Me, Pt. 129308
Has anyone ever said to you (or, have you ever said to anyone), “Don’t take life so seriously…no one gets out alive, anyway!”
Ugh.
What a stupid platitude. That doesn’t make any sense at all. Why does the fact that you die mean you shouldn’t take life seriously? If anything, with those kind of stakes, you should be taking life even MORE seriously. This isn’t like you’re leaving a party that you can come back to. When you die, that’s it, Twyla, it’s over. No more. Fini!
You know what I don’t take seriously? Stuff that has no consequence or things that I can back and redo, like first drafts. I don’t take first draft of anything seriously because I know that I can go back and fix things to make it better. Life isn’t like that. Life is one and done, partner. So maybe you should start taking your choices a little more seriously.
What’s even worse about this stupid and annoying little bromide is its inherent nihilism. So, if I’m understanding you correctly Professor Positive, since we all die there’s no meaning in anything. We go through our hellish, meaningless existence and eventually the only reward we have is a deep, cold hole in the ground. That’s it. So cheer up — quit taking everything so seriously!
Can you believe that bullshit? See pal, I take things seriously because death is coming, because we only get one shot. I want to make sure my life has some kind of meaning — even if it’s an arbitrary self-imposed one — because this is the only chance I have to make my mark.
I know, I know, I’m thinking about this too deeply. Really, why am I getting so tripped up about this? Why take life so seriously? No one gets out alive, right?
Grrr….
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The Decision
Charles Barkley, my all-time favorite basketball player, checked in on Lebron James’ s free-agency decision. He said what I was thinking, specifically that Lebron can go play for whomever he wants, but the manner he handled his decision was “stupid.”
I watched the first 20 minutes or so of his show before I turned it off in favor of Time Bandits. It was as awful as I suspected. To his credit, Lebron didn’t come off as a complete ego-maniac. That said, I think he should have notified Cleveland of his decision prior to the telecast. And, by-the-way, Mr. James, it’s complete bullshit that your move to Miami wasn’t planned. That’s what you wanted all along, so don’t go spewing this nonsense that you never thought it was possible. What do you think would happen when it came to the attention of NBA executives that you wanted to be on a team with Dwayne Wade and Chris Bosh? It’s the result you wanted and you got it. Good luck — we’ll see what happens with Miami next year. Hopefully depth won’t be an issue, or the lack of a traditional center…Though Shaq is available.
Chuck’s comments can be found here.
Simple Solutions to Movie Problems: Predator Edition
Welcome to the latest in my Simple Solutions feature. This one discusses Predator, a movie whose plot I should not have to recap. However, I will, since the plot is simple: a bunch of commandos go in the jungle to kick ass and flex their muscles, and while doing so, run into an alien creature who is in the jungle to kick ass an flex its muscles. Only one of them has time to bleed. I’ll let you guess which one.
They don't have time to bleed
Odd trivia time: Predator features two Governors, one weirdo Libertarian, and a pretty awesome screenwriter. Pretty cool cast, huh!
Before we get into my solution for this movie, let me say something about the alien species in these flicks. There is no way that their entire culture revolves around hunting and killing. Think about it: they have advanced technology and are capable of interstellar travel. That kind of technology requires a lot of resources to achieve, and if everyone was out killing their to their heart’s content, they wouldn’t have the time or the desire to create it.
Now, I have no doubt that the culture is really, really into hunting and violence, and that the desire to be violent may even drive the technological achievements the aliens utilize in their hunting trips (like in our culture, where many technological achievements are driven by military research). However, I doubt very much that all these guys do is run around hunting things for “sport.” I mean, wouldn’t that get boring after awhile? Especially since the movies indicate they’re not really interested in a fair fight. Think about it, most intelligent species require a challenge to avoid boredom. For example, I like playing Grand Theft Auto too, but after awhile the non-stop slaughter gets old and I want to do something else. Like work on my books for children.
He might have time to bleed...
No, these guys are not the ultimate bad-asses. They’re more like dentists who go on big game safaris. Or like those manly men in Pennsylvania who wear Ghillie suits and use laser scopes on their rifles in order to kill a docile creature whose brain stopped evolving thousands of years ago. (In comparison to the hunters themselves, whose brains stopped evolving when Ted Nugent released Wango Tango).
Now — on to the fun!
At the end of Predator, the future Governor of California, a Guerrilla Grrl, and the dude that got fired from the War of the Worlds series, are running towards a rescue helicopter. The Predator is coming after them, but stops to bump off Sonny Landham. Something most people would approve of, since the guy’s a goddamn lunatic.
While they’re running, Arnie figures out the Predator will only kill you if you’re holding a weapon. He kicks the gun out the Guerilla Grrl’s hand and starts firing at the invisible Predator. He gets hit and yells to the Guerilla Grrl to “Get to tha choppa!” She does. Arnie sticks around to go mano a mano with an alien creature that possesses superior strength and weapons. Smart.
Eventually, using his bare fists, Arnie defeats the alien and makes the choppa, where he is flown out of the Predator movies for ever.
Here’s what he should have done. Ready?
Drop. The. Damn. Gun.
All three of them. When they were running in the forest to get to the choppa. If you know some alien is hunting you, but only wants to kill you when you’re carrying a gun, drop the damn gun and survive. Easy, right?
I know, I know, the point of the movie is to see Arnie kick the crap out of the alien like he does to California Democrats (ZING!), but, in reality, it makes more sense to drop the gun, get the cannolis, and get to the choppa.
In closing, I’d like to point out that the alien uses my preferred method of solving movie problems. When he’s defeated at the end, he just blows everything the fuck up. Awesome.
Frum’s Jobs Plan
I tend to stay away from politics on this blog, but I read something today that is forcing me to break my silence. David Frum, former Bush administration speech writer, came out today with an article in the Financial Times that suggests some ideas for a GOP Jobs platform. Most of it is fairly standard stuff by the GOP standards, like deregulation and tax cuts, because, you know, THAT’S never been tried before. But this one excerpt stuck out at me:
“Yet there are policy improvements that Republicans could deliver – and which would help lift the country out of the worst recession since 1945. The first is a payroll tax holiday. Mr Obama added $787bn to the national debt with a poorly designed “fiscal stimulus” that did little to create jobs. Now is the time for a Republican alternative. The US collects about $40bn a month from the payroll tax that funds Social Security and Medicare. A one-year holiday from such payments would put money in workers’ pockets and encourage employers to hire, at only a little more than half the cost of the Obama stimulus. The holiday would have been a great idea in January 2009. It still is now.”
Dave, I think you need to take a stress pill and think this over...
This is a fairly useless strategy. First, the Obama administration stimulus plan was half-tax cuts, including a payroll tax cut. If cutting payroll taxes didn’t encourage hiring then, why would eliminating them cause companies to hire now? Yeah, that would make hiring new employees cheaper and lower labor costs, but what are those new employees going to do? Demand has fallen off a cliff and productivity is still high. In this economic climate, how would lowering labor costs increase hiring? My guess is the companies would say, “Awesome. Thanks for the tax cut!” and not invest in additional capital.
Second, depriving Medicare and Social Security funds would add to the deficit problem and hurt those two programs. Shouldn’t we be shoring up Medicare and Social Security up? Isn’t that what this drive to privatize Social Security all about? “Saving” it? (I know,I know, it’s not about saving it at all, but let’s take their rhetoric at face value.)
Until demand increases, there will be no increase of hiring. Tax holidays and cuts are great, but they do not stimulate the economy. But if you don’t believe me, ask David Frum. In the same column, he attacks the Bush 2001 tax cuts as ineffective.
The entire column can be found here: http://www.ft.com/cms/s/0/36cb3dcc-8eb1-11df-8a67-00144feab49a.html.
Record Number of Hits Yesterday
So yesterday I got a record number of hits on my blog. I won’t tell you the exact number, except that the number is north of the entire population of Bean’s Purchase, New Hampshire. Woo-hoo! Go me.
In other news, before I start getting all excited and stuff, I found a bunch of embarrassing typos in my big post yesterday. This blog really needs some quality control. So the moral of this story is I’m excited that so many people stopped by yesterday, but when they came over to my place, I had beer cans everywhere and my fly was down. Oops.
This is how I feel now...
Comments
The best part about blogging (particularly for the insecure and narcissistic) is the comments. I’ve gotten reports that visitors are unable to leave them, so if you can, please post a comment under this, or really, any of the last few posts. Just so I know they work.
Thanks,
The Management
Happy Thoughts
The last post was a little heavy, particularly if you actually go and seek out The Plague Dogs and We3. So, in order to balance that out, here is a picture of my dog, Gloria.
The Princess is tired.
The Plague Dogs, Grant Morrison, We3 and All-Star Superman: Rambling Thoughts Ahead!
This morning, delirious from lack of sleep and caffeine (I don’t do well with either), I decided to investigate the book The Plague Dogs. Specifically, I started to watch clips from the movie version on YouTube. Let me tell you: that was a great decision.
For those of you who don’t know, The Plague Dogs is a story about two dogs, Rowf and Snitter, who escape from an English animal testing facility. They are chased not only by the English military, but also by the general public, after the testing facility leaks information to the press that the dogs are carrying the plague. As you can probably guess from the set-up, hilarity ensues, culminating at the end when the dogs are chased out to see to drown, swimming for an imaginary island that Snitter sees.
Another light moment in the Plague Dogs: Snitter swimming to an imaginary island.
Being a dog owner and an animal lover, you can probably guess how I reacted to the this good-time romp.
But it got me thinking. Not necessarily about animal testing (something that I’m against unless there is absolutely no alternative), but about another work that is very similar to The Plague Dogs that I discovered earlier this year. It’s called We3, and it was written by Grant Morrison, who is one of the greatest comic writers the genre ever produced.
Similar to The Plague Dogs, We3 is about three animals — a dog, cat and a rabbit — who were modified by the US Military to be assassins. The animals are encased in armor and are capable of rudimentary speech. At the start of the book, the program is shut down and the animals are to be destroyed, however, they are set loose by a scientist in the program. The animals then search for a place to call home. The military is after them and intends to kill them. As you can probably guess from the set-up, hilarity ensues.
For animal lovers, this comic, now collected in a handy single volume, is an absolutely harrowing read. I know people who couldn’t make it past the first three pages — it’s that intense. I, however, have read it several times. Reading We3 that often is equivalent to sticking my genitals into an electric socket. And yet I do it over and over again. I’m not sure why. Masochistic, I guess.
Of course, it could be that Grant Morrison is just one hell of a writer, and I that I enjoy his work. In fact, this is guy that finally made Superman interesting to me. No small feat.
More hilarity from We3: the Dog begging for his life.
I’ve often considered Superman one of the most boring characters out there. At least, as written. The problem with Superman is that he’s literally capable of anything, so ordinary obstacles don’t apply to him, and comic writers don’t handle him well because of that.
However, after reading All-Star Superman, I’m now convinced that, in the hands of the right writer, Superman can be every bit as complex and interesting of a character that you could name. Maybe even rivaling Vinnie Chase in Entourage for depth. (In fact, did you see this week’s episode of Entourage? This week, Vinnie got a hair cut without asking permission first! Now that’s storytelling! Eat your heart out Joyce Carol Oates!)
Superman has no limits. There is nothing beyond his grasp. He could rule the Earth like a King (or at least, like P. Diddy), but he chooses not to, and actually chooses to be our protector. Because of that self-administered limitation, he’s a much more deep character than a character like Batman, who’s about as one-note as you can get. After reading All-Star Superman, it was apparent to me that Superman is boring because of poor writing, not because of any inherent limitations in the character.
All-Star Superman was a 12 issue limited series that featured a lot of great moments and, frankly, pure whimsy. The best issue, in my mind, was #10. Not only was it the best issue in such a strong series, I’d argue that All-Star Superman #10 is the best comic ever written. In that issue, Morrison reminds us what a superhero actually is, and why some of us like reading about them. In essence, a superhero has to accomplish what we cannot do for ourselves. He or she has to transcend our human limitations and beat an obstacle that normal humans cannot. That’s a tall order, and one that is beyond the adolescent rage fantasies in Batman, or the persecution complex that typifies most X-Men books.
One of my favorite moments from All-Star Superman #10.
Anyway, that’s my rambling thought process for the day. I probably should go and do other work. In conclusion, I like Grant Morrison very, very , very, very, very much.
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