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We do lots of weird shit
Artists do lots of
weird shit. Like cut off parts of their bodies that they're probably better off
leaving in tact, trying to talk to plants and living in the middle of fucking
nowhere. Its become almost a requirement for anyone to be a true artist they
have to have a lifestyle that could possibly be confused for a serial killer's
To-Do list. When was the last time that you heard of a great artist who watched
Monday night football, had 2.5 children (2 full children and a paraplegic), and
thought that animals were put on earth to be eaten. Never. So it comes as no
surprise that some idiot who wanted to be considered a true artist would need to
do something really really dumb to even be considered for the position.
Lost Keys, Need Hacksaw
Trevor Corneliusien (don't even bother trying to pronounce
his last name) decided that he was not only going to do the old "live in the
middle of fucking nowhere" by going all the way out in the desert, but he was
going to one up that and bind himself in chains so he could "get a realistic
depiction of chains on someone's legs". And the kicker: Trev forgot his keys to
unlock the chains placing him 12 hours of hopping from the nearest bolt cutters.
Next Up: The guy who went killer whale hunting with an unloaded pellet gun.
First of all, why the middle of the desert? Surely
chains look the same in an air-conditioned room next to a phone with the Locksmith
on speed dial as they do 25 miles from civilization. I've never been a location
scout for an artists rendering of differing forms of S&M gear, but I'd have to
say I'd have picked a place closer to a hardware store. The only thing I can
hope for is that Trev knows something that I don't. Maybe it was the lighting.
Ignoring that it would be easier for Trevor to just buy some
cat litter and play bondage with himself on the roof, why even bother? It seems he
could hire someone to put on some chains for him. If not that then maybe he
could use Google. I mean if I go and image search for "Legs in Bondage" right
now I get... okay scratch that. You did the right thing Trev. Don't do a Google
search.
[Click Here for the Google Search]
Go ahead. Do it.
Though it seems to be worth it all in the end. According to
the Sheriff who helped Trevor out of this mess, said that "it was a pretty good
picture of a man with his legs bound". It damn well better of been. If you had
pranced like a rabbit twelve hours through the desert and all you had to show
for it was a painting that resembled the Enterprise being attacked by Phlegm,
then by law you'd have to shoot yourself.
Dumb vs. Dumber
We, as dumbass Americans, do this kind of weird shit
constantly. Then we turn around and wonder why people want to blow us up. It's
really hard to defend people like Trevor, he probably makes more than me yet
he's not smart enough to remember that he needs his keys when he goes and plays
tie-up in the desert. But then again, some of the terrorists are pretty dumb as
well, so I think we're an even match.
One of those oh-so-lovable terrorists, Iyman Faris was
charged with attempting to bring down the Brooklyn bridge with a handheld blow
torch. I don't know if you know how the Bridge is constructed, but I've seen
Spiderman at least three times so I'm practically an expert in the area of
Brooklyn Bridgeology. Let me explain how the system of load distribution works:
A) It uses a shitload of cables.
Now, let's again assume that he gets there with his torch and
climbs to the point on the bridge where he can cut the cables. How long does he
think that he can stay up there? Eventually a passerby will probably realize
that a construction company wouldn't want to be dismantling the bridge while
cars are still on it. Also, they just might might figure out that Iyman may not
be a properly licensed bridge dismantler. Then, they just
maybe-might-probably-hopefully reach the conclusion that he isn't qualified
to be taking it apart on his own, and they'd call the cops. This whole plan,
unfortunately, relies on people not being as dumb as I think.
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On a slightly related note of people getting pissed off over dumb stuff: Walmart.com was accidentally linking Planet of the Apes DVDs to DVDs about famous African Americans. Meaning that if you bought any Planet of the Apes stuff, the website automatically recommended black history movies about Tina Turner and Martin Luther King. While this is kind of humorous, there are of course people who can't accept that people that program computers make mistakes, and are actually claiming that Wal-Mart did it on purpose. That's exactly what Wal-Mart wants, another lawsuit. You cracked the code genius. Also, those suggestion things are just that suggestions. I bought Animal House on Amazon.com and it recommended "The Ku Klux Klan in America" Paperback Edition. And you know what? I didn't sue anyone. It was a miracle from God. |
Evolution Strikes Again
Speaking of evil clowns, there's an update on the Georgia
case involving the stickers in their textbooks that I reported on a while back.
The stickers that were to offer drool protection and bore students into a deep
sleep that is necessary for surviving most biology classes have been removed
from textbooks. Sensing defeat, the Intelligent Design Militia Group has moved
their fight to Pennsylvania.
In Dover, PN both sides are looking pretty dumb, but in the
stupidity wars the Intelligent Design people are always coming in first. Their
biggest problem is that they're trying real hard to pretend that ID isn't
religious. Lets check these out:
Christianity - The God created the world.
Intelligent Design - A God created the world.
Yeah, that's the same thing. Changing an article (Articles
are like "a" "an" or "the" for those of you who had particularly comfy grammar
books in High School) in the sentence doesn't remove the religion. If I say "I'm
going to beat you with the bat" or "I'm going to beat you with a bat" you're
going to get your ass kicked either way.
Even assuming that Intelligent Design were true then I don't
think that we would want to teach it to our children. No wonder we keep creating a
population that chains themselves up in the middle of the desert, forgets to
make a spare key and argues whether we look like gorillas or not. We're designed
from birth to think that an old guy who lives in the sky is watching everything
that we do, and now we want to remind ourselves every time we open a book. As
Americans, we do lots of weird shit.