Recently in So, So Wrong Category

This will almost bring tears to your eyes. Whether those are tears of laughter or sorrow, I leave to you.

I love the internet.

I've recently come into contact with the cuteness juggernaut running rampant on the web. Here's a new recipe for world peace. Aaaaaaarrrrrgggggghhh! My eyes! My eyes!

Then there are the lolcats. I can has cheezburger?

Mike Daisy is in the Bay Area with a new show, Great Men of Genius. I write that as if I actually am an avid follower of Mr. Daisy's career, but in fact, I'd never heard of him until this morning. He was on KFOG, promoting his show, but the conversation soon turned to an episode from a performance of his previous piece. You can check it out for yourself here.

Essentially, during a show in Cambridge, Massachusetts, a school group from Riverside, California abruptly stood up and left in the middle of the performance. On the way out of the theater, an adult chaperon of the group poured water over Daisy's original performance notes. After the scene was over, Daisy engaged the audience in a discussion of what had happened, then was able to continue the performance. What's cool is that he didn't leave it at that, but instead found out how to contact the man who had destroyed his notes and called him in order to try and reach some closure around what had happened. There were revelations of "anger management" issues and an apology, but what I found chilling was the man's explanation of how he was a "strong Christian" and that he tended to react dramatically in response to profanity and other cultural corruptions. Even scarier was his assertion that not only was removing the students from the show a moral imperative, but a security imperative as well.

How scary is that? There are people who appear to be so devout yet so in doubt of their beliefs that they react violently to any perceived threat to the bubble they've constructed for themselves, that comfortable cocoon of their spiritual community, where no one swears or cheats on their spouses or hates other people for being different or reads occult books like Harry Potter. It chills me to think that we're heading into an era where the term "cultural terrorism" may hit the mainstream. As Daisy pointed out this morning, we find ourselves in an America where public discourse defaults to a shouting match, rather than any semblance of an exchange of ideas.

Woo hoo.

A postscript: One of the comments on the YouTube site is very encouraging:
"Mariesa Acosta
Norco High School, Class of 2005

I would just like to say that I am embarrassed and ashamed to be an alumnus of an organization where students and staff have the audacity to disrespect you as a performer. All I can say is that I am sorry"

Two for the "like, duh" department:

U.S. may have botched training of Iraqis

Scientists Criticize White House Stance on Climate Change Findings

One of the joys of my current on-line existence is the Fake Steve Jobs blog. The reasons behind my infatuation? Here's one.

So, so wrong yet so, so right.

The tradition is "power hour," or "21 for 21," as it is known in some other places across the country: 21-year-olds go to a bar at midnight on their birthdays, flash newly legal identification and then try to down 21 shots in the hour or so before the bar closes, or as fast as possible.

*SIGH* Must I be the one to point out that if a 21 year old tried to do 21 bong hits in an hour, all they'd get is a cough and a good night's sleep?

In this weekend that saw me immobile on a couch watching the entire LOTR:EE within a 24 hour period (note: if you should choose to take on this challenge and manage the entire viewing in one day, I highly advise AGAINST playing the drinking game), how timely it is to get a look at the newest edition of The Two Towers, which includes these important scene updates.

Who knew?

I was in a supermarket recently searching for a brown mustard-and-conditioner in one. It was while I was reading the ingredient label on a jar of Gouldens Dry Scalp Formula that I looked to the children's book rack and there spied the title "My Little Golden Book About God."

For the safety of our race (if any still remain) I have translated this book in the hopes that a resistance may arise. Read the baby powder scented Final Solution of our enemies from beyond, otherwise known as : Zogg

Read and ye shall know the truth, dearlings.