Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Wally and Molly Up In a Tree...


This is a picture of Wally, a little green stuffed animal who sits in his own little adirondack chair and watches Red Sox games from the press booth. He's apparently part of the New England Sports Network broadcast team of Jerry "Rem-Dawg" Remy and Don Orsillo. One of the things I've loved most about moving back here is that the Red Sox are on television every day. Remy and Orsillo are a great team, and they've quickly become my second favorite baseball broadcast team (behind Jon Miller and Joe Morgan).

If you get a chance to watch a game on NESN and they show the broadcasters during the game, look between them. Wally is roughly the size of a beanie baby and his chair is made to fit, so you might not notice him at first. It took me several games to realize he was there. Though the broadcasters are probably sick of him, New England kooks have taken to him and send him scarves and hats and all kinds of crap.

What caught my eye the other day was that Wally was in his usual spot, but next to him was a splash of bright yellow hair. It looked as if there might be a love interest for Wally. Wurfing at work one day after that, I went to Jerry Remy's Website and sure enough, they've come up with a girlfriend for Wally. Her name is Molly.

On Rem-Dawg's website you can buy your own Wally, and your own Molly, and your own little adirondack chair for them. The picture that advertises Molly's arrival in the store, though, is a bit disturbing. Here it is, and like the picture of Phil Spector's hair, it didn't need any help from me. Personally, I think she may be a little bit fast for our young Wally. Not that he seems to mind.

Friday, May 27, 2005

This Song Is Not a Rebel Song...

Last night Mrs. Village Idiot and I went to see U2 at the Fleet Center* in Boston. (I know, it's not actually called the Fleet Center this week).

It was the best concert I've been to in a long time.

Before going into any details, let me give a shout out of much thanks to our babysitters for making the whole evening possible. You know who you are.


Bono tries the old Pull my finger gag

Some random thoughts and notes:
-Former Vice President Al Gore and his lovely wife were there. The crowd around us was all a twitter right before U2 came out. Being idiots, we stood up to see what all the fuss was about and there's Al and Tipper, smiling and happy and ready to rock.
-In a much bigger deal, a couple of minutes later, the crowd again was all a twitter, only this time it was New England Patriots linebacker Tedy Bruschi, who wound up sitting in our row. For those of you who aren't football fans or aren't Patriot fans, Bruschi is pronounced "Brew-ski" which means that this guy has the coolest name in the history of professional football.
-Rumor has it that Steven Tyler from Aerosmith and his lovely daughter Liv were also in the crowd, but we didn't see them.

The show totally rocked.
-They played most of their best songs, the sound was awesome and the crowd was very much into it. The stage is small but has an egg-shaped walkway that members of the band occasionally strolled around, so they were pretty close to where we were sitting. The stage, lighting and special effects were all good, but the best technical part of the show was the sound. They were very loud but were also very clear. The Edge's various guitar sounds are remarkable, especially the percussive quality he got out of a Fender Telecaster on Sunday Bloody Sunday.

-Mrs. Idiot has been a U2 fan for over twenty years. She reported that her favorite part of the concert was seeing that the band has aged. Bono, for example, looked great but looked his age. When he skipped around the egg-shaped stage, he looked a little pudgy, and when he took off the rock-star sunglasses a couple of times he looked a tired and haggard around the eyes. Mrs. Village Idiot was very pleased to see that her rock idol has aged along with her, and that his ass has spread over the years just as it should. (As opposed to Mick Jagger who looks to be in better shape than any human should ever be and Paul McCartney who has looked the same since the 1970s).

-I did have a problem with the show in that there are obviously either musicians offstage playing synthesizer and guitar parts or there are recorded music samples that are being played along with the band. I'm ok with a band like U2 using recorded parts or extra musicians, but there should be some mention of it somewhere. I mean, look what happened when Milli and Vanilli didn't come clean.

-There's a "cell phone moment" when the crowd is supposed to text their names to a certain number and join the band's world relief organization, and then hold their cell phones over their head. This was troubling to me, who grew up going to concerts where people held lighters over their heads. The effect is the same, though the eerie glowing blue-green cell phone screens seem a little more sci-fi than rock concerts should. Mrs. Idiot and I had a "senior moment" during the "cell phone moment" as we've never really sent text messages through the phones and had significant trouble with the process, especially as we were well into the beer supply by then.

All in all, despite our idiocy, it was a great time. See them if you can!

Set list:
City of Blinding Lights
Vertigo
Elevation
Gloria
The Ocean
Beautiful Day
Miracle Drug
Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own
Love and Peace or Else
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Bullet the Blue Sky
Running to Stand Still
Pride in the Name of Love
Where the Streets Have No Name
One

The Fly
Until the End of the World
With or Without You
Out of Control

All Because of You
Original of the Species
Bad
(The crowd closed the show by singing "40")

Thursday, May 26, 2005

Have You Seen Phil Spector's Hair?

I'm not above the occasional Photoshop trickery with photographs, but a recent picture I saw of Phil Spector's hair really defies words, let alone photoshop manipulation.
Here it is:

Few mortals can pull off a 'fro of this magnitude

After I recovered my wits, it hit me. I knew I'd seen that 'do before;

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Our Stellar Weather Continues

Here's the actual Yahoo Forecast for my little corner of the globe.



Here's something from the Boston Globe today:

Psychologists say the dark weather can trigger a minor
''seasonal affective disorder" that may manifest itself in
oversleeping, (yep, got that)
irritability, (oh yeah, got that too, buttmunch)
a lack of motivation, (well, that's normal)
and general annoyance not only with the ribbons of gray in the sky but
with colleagues, fellow commuters, and family members. (yep, yep, yep and yep).

I wondered why it was getting harder and harder to get around to putting cover sheets on my TPS reports at work, turns out it's weather related. Thank God that Friday is Hawaiian shirt day.

Go here and read this....

This guy's site is a riot.
The History of My Mullet is a short photo essay on his dedication to the hairstyle known as a mullet. Each new page is a new year in the development of his mullet-tude Very funny stuff.

If you've got a few minutes after that, go to the mother of all Mullet sites, Mullets Galore

Rock on!

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Voting Saddam Off the Island, Platform for King 2

One of those dusty old Roman guys said that all the people really want are “bread” and “circuses”. Personally speaking, I’d go for beer instead of bread, and a concert instead of a circus because I find most circuses to be cheesey and strangely depressing, but you get the idea. When I’m king I intend to fill your lives with all the fun and frivolity you can handle, (much of it reasonably priced thanks to massive sponsorship by the government). (My government will give away enough brew that I expect to be known as the “The King of Beers”).

As you know, it is my goal to unite the world under the banner of the Global Village Idiot. To do this, we need to do away with factions and divisions, or at least trivialize those factions and divisions until they’re no longer dangerous. For this, I plan on using the ultimate circus; television.

Let’s make a reality television show in which members of Congress have to battle it out Survivor style. The winner gets a million bucks, and his or her party gets ten extra votes in Congress. Let’s do a Fear Factor in which each of the contestants represents a political organization. I’d love to see representatives from PETA, Greenpeace, the NRA and all the rest of them go toe to toe. The winner gets a million bucks and one piece of legislation of their choice enacted. I’m very much in favor of upping the ante in the challenges. Stinging jellyfish and cranky sharks should be added to the swimming challenges, and contestants will have to navigate the obstacle courses while being chased by armed thugs. Currently Charlton Heston makes much political noise about getting his gun pried out of his cold dead hand, well, let’s see him take that risk on the new show “Celebrity Sniper Challenge.”

We can also do the same for religions. How about a year of game show inspired contests to settle the differences between Palestine and Israel? The winning country gets to occupy the West Bank for a year and the losing country gets lovely parting gifts. Next year we’ll do it again, stay tuned!

We have far too many people in this world willing to strap dynamite to themselves as an exercise in political or religious debate. This is unacceptable behavior in my kingdom. When I’m king, we will settle disputes with a rousing game of “Family Feud” or “The Price Is Right”. We need to chill a lot of people out and I can’t think of a better way than a steady diet of eight or ten hours of mind-numbing television. The King will be providing free big-screen tv’s to many many people very early in his administration…

I’m not trying to stifle debate, no, I’m trying to stifle explosions. In the kingdom, I’ll encourage my subjects to blog about everything. If you go stumbling around the current internet reading random blogs like I do, you’ll find that an incredible, and I do mean incredible, amount of typing goes into yelling about what a bunch of idiots one’s political opponents are. “Liberals” and “Conservatives” spend hours and hours and hours coming up with and then typing clever rants and tirades to publish on their blogs, and they actually expect people to read them. Generally, I think these posts go unread, except in a couple of scenarios:

Scenario 1: Joe Liberal publishes a brilliant post about what a bunch of lame dumbasses conservatives are. Billy Conservative, looking for fodder for his article about what lame dumbasses the liberals are, reads Joe’s post to get quotable quotes to rip apart for his own blog.
The two keep cross posting until they
a) discover better things, like NFL football or sex, and give up blogging
b) digress into personal attacks, realize no one is actually reading their posts, go back to blogging about how cool it would be to do Mr. Spock’s Vulcan Death Grip.
c) digress into personal attacks and wind up stalking and killing each other. This would be bad, but unlikely, as the politically wonkish are not a violent type. Generally speaking they would be more likely to stalk each other and get into a wild slap fest using folded copies of the Wall Street Journal.

Scenario 2: Freddy Conservative publishes brilliant posts about how smart conservatives are and how dumb liberals are. Howard Republican just started a Blog about the very same thing, and he desperately wants readers and links, so he pretends to read Freddy’s site and leaves thoughtful comments in an attempt to generate a following of his own. They link to each other and to other conservative blogs and create a happy festivus of conservative bloggers who don’t really read each other but who are united in their agreement that liberals, whatever their stripe, are all dumbasses.

See, the above scenarios provide for an acceptable and officially sanctioned political debate and no one got blown up. Cubs and Cardinals, Red Sox and Yankees, Lakers and Everyone; these will be the rivalries that should serve as models for all our rivalries. People can start “We love the King” blogs and “We Hate the King” blogs and “We like the idea of kings but hate this particular jackass” blogs. (And, based on the current trends, there will be a lot of blogs about people’s dogs, and even more blogs about their friggin’ cats). At the end of the day my loyal subjects will turn off their computers and tune in to an evening of riveting television, far too concerned about who will win this week’s installment of “Whack a Celebrity Mole” to want to blow anything up.

Yet another major world problem solved before lunch. This job will be cake.

Monday, May 23, 2005

Building the Ark...

Here's the actual weather forecast for my area:



After all the rain we've had over the past couple of months, though, here's how most of us actually see it:



Actually, as a result of this lovely weather forecast and the fact that my Music Blog was spammed by those cheesey internet spam people, I've come up with a couple of important pieces of policy for when I'm King of the World:

1) Intentionally spamming people, whether it be through e-mail, message boards, blogs, newsgroups or whatever, is punishable by death.

2) All judges will sentence the convicted on Mondays, before noon.

Sunday, May 22, 2005

Problem Flatulence a Problem No More!

Technology On The March-

I think we've all probably been in a situation where we know we are about to seriously befoul the air around us.

In public places, the Village Idiot usually employs the technique known crop dusting, which is to say that he walks briskly whilst expelling the offending gas in his wake. This is a great technique in that the one who dealt it gets to put several yards of distance between himself and those who will become the ones who smelt it.

One must be very careful when cropdusting up the aisle of airplanes, buses and other closed spaces. If it's a particularly rank bouquet, you may well tip your hand as he that cut the cheese as row after row of people experience the wonder that is you and visibly react. They may be waiting for you on your return trip. For the true idiots out there, cropdusting is a stealth operation. If you're tooting and honking your way down the aisle your fellow travelers will definitely be waiting for you when you return.

As amusing as cropdusting may be, the other day I found on the internet a technological marvel that will make everyone's airplane rides much more enjoyable, the personal fart absorbing seat cover. The amazing part is that there are at least two companies that produce these things, and that seems to be all they sell.
Here is the site for the maker of the cushion shown below, and here is Flat-D, the #1 name in flatulence odor control. When I'm king, airlines will hand these out as you board the plane.


discreet, eh?

There you have it, another public service message from Kicked Puppies.

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Found These While Wurfing

Merriam-Webster had a contest in which people could submit their favorite words that aren’t in the dictionary. “Ginormous” was the winner, and as that is one of my all-time favorite non-words, I had to read the article. (it’s here).

Some of my favorites from the list and from the articles that surround it:

Flusterpated (adj) a state of being flustered that's so intense, one's actions and words become bound up
furgle (v): to feel in a pocket or purse for a small object such as a coin or key
ginormous (adj): bigger than gigantic and bigger than enormous
cognitive displaysia (n): the feeling you have before you even leave the house that you are going to forget something and not remember it until you're on the highway
confuzzled (adj): confused and puzzled at the same time
phonecrastinate (v): to put off answering the phone until caller ID displays the incoming name and number
slickery (adj): having a surface that is wet and icy
gription (n): the purchase gained by friction: "My car needs new tires because the old ones have lost their gription."
Troddle (v) to wander around without knowing of doing so
wurfing (v): the act of surfing the Internet at work and rationalizing that it is for work purposes
onionate (v): to overwhelm with post-dining breath
espacular (adj): especially spectacular
spatulate (v): remove cake batter or other substances from the side of a mixing bowl with a spatula
optotoxical (adj): of or pertaining to poisonous looks that could kill, esp. from a spouse
smushables (n): the groceries that must be packed at the top of the bag or separately to avoid being mangled by the time you get home
pregreening (v): the tendency to creep forward while waiting for a red light to change
vidiot (n): one inept at programming a VCR
precuperate (v): prepare for the possibility of being ill
fumb (n): the large toe
sprummer (n) when spring and summer can't decide which is going to come first—hot one day, cold the next
spinter (n): the season between winter and spring where everything is drowning in a slush/mud mixture
slush turtle (n): the snow that collects on your mud flap

Monday, May 16, 2005

News From The Top Shelf

The Idiot was a bit groggy this morning but was muddling through the day when the following headline created great confusion.

Rice Praises Creation of Iraqi Cabinet

At last," I thought, "happy news from the pantry!" Normally, the headlines from my kitchen are much less positive:
"Paprika Cites Years of Neglect"
"Study finds Sugar Containment Lacking"
"Dog Blamed in Cracker Mishap"
"Organized Crime Taskforce Investigates Barilla Dominance of Pasta Shelf"
"Strange Smell In Corner"
"Authorities Hunt for Cereal Killer" (my personal favorite)
"Oil, Vinegar Part Ways"

So I was the happy idiot, pleased that all was going well with life in the pantry when this headline popped up on Yahoo:

Rice Points Finger at Syria on Iraq Violence

Why can't we all just get along, and who knew rice had fingers?