The Writer's Almanac: "A Deer In The Target" by Robert Fanning
grainy footage of the huge deer
caught in the crosshairs
of a ceiling security camera, a scene
of utter chaos in a strip mall store,
shown on the late local news.
The beautiful beast clearly scared
to death in this fluorescent forest,
its once graceful legs giving out
on mopped floors, think Bambi
as a faun its first time standing.
Seeing the scattering shoppers,
you'd think a demon had barged
into this temple of commerce,
as they sacrificed their merchandise,
stranded full carts and dove for cover.
And when the aisles were emptied
of these bargain hunters, who was left
but an army of brave red-shirted
team members, mobilized by
the store manager over the intercom
to drive this wild animal out.
I wager there's nothing on this
in the How to Approach
an Unsatisfied Shopper
section in the Target employee handbook,
but there they were: the cashiers
and stockers, the Floor Supervisor,
the Assistant Floor Supervisor,
the Store Manager,
the Assistant Store Manager,
the District Associate Manager,
the District Supervisor,
the District Assistant Supervisor
and visiting members from
the Regional Corporate Office,
running after it, it running after
them, bull's eye logos on their red golf shirts,
everyone frenzied and panting: razor hooves
clattering on the mirror-white floor tiles,
nostrils heaving, its rack clearing
off-season clothes from clearance racks.
All of them, in Target,
chasing the almighty buck.
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The Onion: Obama Runs Constructive Criticism Ad Against McCain
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McSweeney's Internet Tendency: Plato's Allegory of the Cave, as Explained by Popeye to Bluto.
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POPEYE: I'm gonna explain ta yer that we's is either dumb or not so dumb, accordin' ta how ya figger out this allergorter. See, there's fellers livin' in a cave and they canst sees nobody or nothin'. They's been there since they were little infinks and they's got their arms and legs all locked up. An' they canst move their necks, neither. So all they can sees is some shadders of gentlesmen what's comin' from a fire behind their backs. Garshk, it's like bein' in a puppet-show circus.
BLUTO: Argerghirrnama!
POPEYE: And the shadders looks like they're carryin' animules an' all kinds a' veskels an' implemenks ...
BLUTO: Whaddyagarghhhhh!
POPEYE: An' they're talking about these shadders and hearing the hollerin' that the gentlesmen are makin' an' they're givin' names to all these differn't apparatusks.
BLUTO: Whodayathinkyawadawagha?
POPEYE: If'n one o' these here fellers gets loose 'n' turns his neck, he gets a sharp pain an' the light makes him squink. He's gonner think the shadders are real and the fellers what are makin' the shadders are imposkers.
BLUTO: Why I oughta hmemhmhmhm ...
POPEYE: The loose feller wants ta know the genuine arcticle, an' he's gonner get himself outter these chains an' he's gonner look straight up in the sun, an' he's gonner be as blind as a mouske. But when he gets accustomated to the sun an' starts ta see things like they really is he's gonner get inter lots o' troubles wit' his old mates, what are still in the cave.
BLUTO: Oh? Sosezaweegahumnum ...
POPEYE: Aye—it's like when you sees a shape that's looks nice, like Olive Oyl's head, an' you thinks it's a perfeck circle, but it ain't, coz it's got things like ears and noses and buns stickin' out the sides; you kinz only sees a perfeck circle if you sees the forms o' things. An' ya sees the forms o' things wit yer mind's eye, instead of yer regler one eye.
BLUTO: Icosahedronsrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?
POPEYE: So when this enlightened-up feller comes back to the dark, he's gonner try to tell 'em others about the things he saw that ain't shadders an they's gonner take him for a looney. An' if'n he takes one o' his mates from the cave and brings him up to the light, the rest of 'em are gonner sees that they both comes back loonified.
BLUTO: You don't say?
POPEYE: So they's gonner end up murderizin' 'em. That's why the smarter fellers are gonna have a hard time wit' the eleckshuns. This here's a political allergorter.
BLUTO: Ara!
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It's here! It's here!
Let's face it -- clinical depression is nothing to laugh at.
It's pervasive. It's all consuming. And these days, frankly, it's kicking my ass.
But if there's anything other than the annual library book sale to proffer a little bit of sunshine in my life, it's this: the annual Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest.
The 2008 results are in! And the winner is ...........
The winner of 2008 Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest is Garrison Spik (pronounced "speak"), a 41-year-old communications director and writer from Washington, D.C. Hailing from Moon Township, Pennsylvania, he has worked in Tokyo, Bucharest, and Nitro, West Virginia, and cites DEVO, Nathaniel Hawthorne, B horror films, and historiography as major life influences.
Garrison Spik is the 26th grand prize winner of the contest that began at San Jose State University in 1982.
An international literary parody contest, the competition honors the memory (if not the reputation) of Victorian novelist Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton (1803-1873). The goal of the contest is childishly simple: entrants are challenged to submit bad opening sentences to imaginary novels. Although best known for "The Last Days of Pompeii" (1834), which has been made into a movie three times, originating the expression "the pen is mightier than the sword," and phrases like "the great unwashed" and "the almighty dollar," Bulwer-Lytton opened his novel Paul Clifford (1830) with the immortal words that the "Peanuts" beagle Snoopy plagiarized for years, "It was a dark and stormy night."
Most entries are submitted electronically through the Contest's Web site: http://www.bulwer-lytton.com/. A new collection of previous winners was published in August 2007 by The Friday Project. It is available through Amazon.com.uk.
Runner-Up
Nope, don't even THINK of navigating away. How can you before you've read the winning entries in the "Adventure," "Children's Literature," "Purple Prose," "Detective" and more categories!
Read on ... and enjoy!
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Educator Humor: Aphorisms for the 21st Century, by Noah
A long-lost ships log from Noah's Ark has been found. Some of the
ideas from the Log:
Plan ahead. It wasn't raining when I had to build the
ark.Stay fit. When you're 600 years old, someone might ask
you to do something REALLY big.Don't listen to critics -- do what has to be done.
Build on high ground.
For safety's sake, travel in pairs.
Two heads are better than one.
Speed isn't always an advantage. The cheetahs were on
board, but so were the snails.If you can't fight or flee -- float!
Take care of your animals as if they were the last ones
on earth.Don't forget that we're all in the same boat.
When the doo-doo gets really deep, don't sit there and
complain -- shovel!!!Stay below deck during the storm.
Remember that the ark was built by amateurs and the
Titanic was built by professionals.If you have to start over, have a friend by your side.
Remember that the woodpeckers INSIDE are often a bigger
threat than the storm outside.Don't miss the boat.
No matter how bleak it looks, there's always a rainbow
on the other side.
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Educator Humor: Ruminations
Although I can accept talking scarecrows, lions and great wizards of
emerald cities, I find it hard to believe there is no paperwork
involved when your house lands on a witch. --Dave James
Let face facts, shall we? There is a very real possibility that this
could also be the *last* day of the rest of your life. --Dave Henry
Sometimes I think astronauts are the luckiest people on earth, but
only when they're in space. --Alan Smithee
I think it says a lot about our nation's skewed priorities that we
give the President the unbridled authority to preempt any television
program, even during prime-time. --Matt Diamond
If at first, you don't succeed, does it depress you that no one is
surprised? --Jim Lockwood
I'm glad the electric chair is the only method of capital punishment
that involves powered furniture. Just imagine being executed by an
adjustable bed. --Paul Paternoster
Whenever someone asks me what two plus two equals, I just shake my
head and laugh at them for asking such a dumb question, even though I
really don't know the answer. What gullible fools. --Will Gillespie
I think gods don't smite people anymore because people of many
different religions now live in the same town. No god wants to
accidentally smite the wrong person and get sued by another god.
--David James
Sometimes when I'm sitting in my car at a stop light, I imagine
myself as Luke Skywalker, and I close my eyes and concentrate on
using The Force. Sometimes I have to concentrate longer than others,
but I know it works, 'cause the light always turns green. --Troy
Peterson
If I had a dollar for every casino in the world, I'd probably lose it
all gambling. --Paul Bartunek
I've heard people say the electric chair is "cruel and unusual", but
I think it's a lot quicker and more humane than its predecessor, the
steam chair. --Claire Voltaire, inspired by Paul Paternoster
One day, I'm gonna finally get up enough courage to actually go
skydiving, rather than just being thrown out of the plane like last
time. --LeMel Hebert-Williams
I think a secure profession for young people is history teacher,
because in the future, there will be so much more of it to teach.
--Bill Muse
They say potato chips can be fattening. But then again, so is eating
fat, and you don't see me eating fat. So get off my back about the
potato chips, man. --Brian Auten
5:30 AM | Labels: humor | 0 Comments
McSweeney's: Lit 101 Class in Three Lines or Less
BY BEN JOSEPH
1984
WINSTON: Don't tell the Party, but sex is way better than totalitarianism.
EVERYONE: Surprise! We're the Party.
WINSTON: Oh, rats.
The Lion, the Witchand the Wardrobe
C.S. LEWIS: Finally, a utopia ruled by children and populated by talking animals.
THE WITCH: Hi, I'm a sexually mature woman of power and confidence.
C.S. LEWIS: Ah! Kill it, lion Jesus!
Paradise Lost
ADAM: Paradise has arbitrary dietary restrictions?
DEVIL: They're really more like guidelines.
GOD: Incorrect.
Moby-Dick
ISHMAEL: I'm existential.
AHAB: Really? Try vengeance.
ISHMAEL: I dig this dynamic. Can we drag it out for 600 pages?
The Great Gatsby
NICK: I love being rich and white.
GATSBY: Me, too, but I'd kill for the love of a woman.
DAISY: We can work with that.
Oliver Twist
OLIVER: Poverty ain't so bad, what with all the Cockney accents and charming musical interludes.
ME: Thanks to movies, no books were read in the passing of this class.
PROFESSOR WATERMAN: You're half right.
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Educator Humor: Rules for Writing
Rules for Writing ... NOT!
Verbs HAS to agree with their subjects.
Prepositions are not words to end sentences with.
And don't start a sentence with a conjunction.
It is wrong to ever split an infinitive.
Avoid clichés like the plague. (They're old hat)
Also, always avoid annoying alliteration.
Be more or less specific.
Parenthetical remarks (however relevant) are (usually)
unnecessary.Also too, never, ever use repetitive redundancies.
No sentence fragments.
Contractions aren't necessary and shouldn't be used.
Foreign words and phrases are not apropos.
Do not be redundant; do not use more words than necessary; it's
highly superfluous.One should NEVER generalize.
Comparisons are as bad as clichés.
Don't use no double negatives.
Eschew ampersands & abbreviations, etc.
One-word sentences? Eliminate.
Analogies in writing are like feathers on a snake.
The passive voice is to be ignored.
Eliminate commas, that are, not necessary. Parenthetical words
however should be enclosed in commas.Never use a big word when a diminutive one would suffice.
Kill all exclamation points!!!
Use words correctly, irregardless of how others use them.
Understatement is always the absolute best way to put forth earth
shaking ideas.Use the apostrophe in it's proper place and omit it when its not
needed.Eliminate quotations. As Ralph Waldo Emerson said, "I hate
quotations. Tell me what you know."If you've heard it once, you've heard it a thousand times: Resist
hyperbole; not one writer in a million can use it correctly.Puns are for children, not groan readers.
Go around the barn at high noon to avoid colloquialisms.
Even IF a mixed metaphor sings, it should be derailed.
Who needs rhetorical questions?
Exaggeration is a billion times worse than understatement.
Educator Humor
5:30 AM | Labels: english, grammar, humor | 0 Comments
Educator Humor: Some Signs Seen Along The Way
On a ski lift in Taos, NM:
"No jumping from the lift. Survivors will be prosecuted."Official sign near door: Door Alarmed.
Handprinted sign nearby: Window frightened.HEY, Life is still not fair for the guys...Found in a restaurant in
England:
Guys: No shirt, No service
Girls: No shirt, No chargeRoad sign seen on the island of Cyprus
(translation of the Greek):
"Caution: Road Slippery from Grapejuice"MORE OF AN AD THAN A SIGN, but...
A billboard seen next to the highway, travelling from Johannesburg
International Airport into town.
An Ad for BMW showing a photo of a BMW 328i convertible with the roof
and all the windows down.
The caption reads:
"Our hardware runs better without WINDOWS!!!"Two signs found on top of one another in a country kitchen several
years ago:
restrooms
<-----
Please wait for hostess to seat you.Sign in front of church in Montpelier, VT:
Bingo Friday night at 8:00pm
Quickies Thursday at 7:30pm.Seen in a health food store_
"Shoplifters will be beaten over the head with an organic carrot""Children left unattended will be towed at parents expense."
I went to a little hole-in-the-wall restaurant:
"Women are not served here... You have to bring your own."
5:30 AM | Labels: humor | 0 Comments
So you're havin' a bad day?
Next time you think you're having a bad day recall that----
The average cost of rehabilitating a seal after the Exxon Valdez
oil spill in Alaska was $80,000. At a special ceremony, two of the
most expensively saved animals were released back into the wild amid
cheers and applause from onlookers. A minute later they were both
eaten by a killer whale.A psychology student in New York rented out her spare room to a
carpenter in order to nag him constantly and study his reactions.
After weeks of needling, he snapped and beat her repeatedly with an
ax leaving her mentally retarded.In 1992, Frank Perkins of Los Angeles made an attempt on the
world flagpole-sitting record. Suffering from the flu he came down
eight hours short of the 400 day record, his sponsor had gone bust,
his girlfriend had left him and his phone and electricity had been
cut off.A woman came home to find her husband in the kitchen, shaking
frantically with what looked like a wire running from his waist
towards the electric kettle. Intending to jolt him away from the
deadly current she whacked him with a handy plank of wood by the back
door, breaking his arm in two places. Till that moment he had been
happily listening to his Walkman.Two animal rights protesters were protesting at the cruelty of
sending pigs to a slaughterhouse in Bonn. Suddenly the pigs, all two
thousand of them, escaped through a broken fence and stampeded,
trampling the two hapless protesters to death.Iraqi terrorist, Khay Rahnajet, didn't pay enough postage on a
letter bomb. It came back with "return to sender" stamped on it.
Forgetting it was the bomb, he opened it and was blown to bits.
5:30 AM | Labels: humor | 0 Comments
McSweeney's: Amazon.com's Recommendation Algorithm Applied to Life Events
BY MARIBETH MOONEY
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Customers who just got fired also had this happen:
The commencement of a vigorous job search
An abundance of time to travel
An unappreciated talent for heavy drinking and sleeping until noon
The stealing of condiments and toilet paper from the neighborhood diner
What do customers ultimately do after this experience?
Make appointments with headhunters
Renew their passports
Get out of their pajamas before 9 p.m.
Community service due to incriminating surveillance footage
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Customers who had just broken up with their boyfriends also had this happen:
A discovery of newfound freedom
An appreciation for having loved and lost
An intense desire for ice cream, vodka, and revenge
A charge of stalking and a subsequent warrant for their arrest
What do customers ultimately do after this experience?
Go out and have fun with girlfriends
Take up a new hobby
A series of 12-step programs
One to three with good behavior
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Customers who had just been asked to be bridesmaids for the ninth time also had this happen:
A deepening of their friendship bond
A belief that a soulmate really does exist for all
A sudden fear of harming oneself and others
An overnight stay for psychiatric evaluation
What do customers ultimately do after this experience?
Excitedly plan a shower and a bachelorette party
Try on dresses and shoes
Two milligrams of Xanax twice a day
Shun sharp objects, line-dancing, and calligraphers
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McSweeney's Internet Tendency: None of My Science Pinatas Are Appropriate For Children
Hydrochloric-Acid-Filled Piñatas
Good: Have the sturdy construction required to ensure no unintended leakage of contents.
Bad: Possible severe burning. Brings the party down.
2.
Endangered-Animal Piñatas
Good: Kids love animals. High potential for very cute-looking piñatas, like baby seals, for instance.
Bad: Beating with a stick sort of sends the wrong message.
3.
Particle-Accelerator Piñatas
Good: Built full-scale and often several miles in dimension. Therefore, young children find them easy to hit.
Bad: Each one worth several billion dollars. Parents generally not keen on damaging them.
4.
Smallpox (Variola major) Piñatas
Good: Cool virus shape.
Bad: Highly contagious and high mortality rate. Would also bring party down—as well as everyone else within a 100-mile radius.
5.
Infinity-Symbol Piñatas
Good: Possibly a way to address the often reported decline of mathematics education.
Bad: Thinking about infinity makes my head hurt. Now imagine having to explain it to a child over and over again.
6.
Piñatas in the Shape of the USA and Filled
Good: Sort of work as a metaphor for the United States' role in the global-warming crisis.
Bad: Unfortunately, the irony would be totally wasted on a 5-year-old.
2:20 PM | Labels: humor, mcsweeneys | 0 Comments
The Sun: Pimp my poodle makes dog owners look barking mad
YOU’VE heard of pimp my ride – now here’s pimp my poodle.
Believe it or not, this is a pet pooch sheered, shaved, dyed, fluffed and puffed to look like a COCKEREL.
It’s the “brainchild” of Sandy Hartness, top dog of the mad fad known as creative grooming. And, yes, she lives in California.
Sandy, 36, has also turned her poodle Cindy and a friend’s pet into a dragon, a camel and an alien in a UFO. But some say she’s done them all up like dog’s dinners . . .
To see more dyed dogs, click here.
11:25 AM | Labels: dogs, grooming, humor, poodles | 0 Comments
Philadelphia Enquirer: Head Strong: Eight Belles a victim of exploitation
From the Philadelphia Inquirer:
It's wrong to breed animals for human pleasure, unless, of course, it's for something to grill.
The news of Eight Belles' demise after the filly's second-place finish
in the Kentucky Derby darkened last weekend. It had been a gallant run
for a young filly in a colt's world - a run that ended once she
crumpled to the ground immediately after the race had ended.
The poor horse, which had broken both front ankles, was euthanized on
the track even before her own trainer knew she'd been injured. And it
all happened right before our eyes.
Our three sons asked why she had to be put down. I did my best to take
my time and offer a full explanation. I really wanted them to know of
my concerns that human exploitation had played a role.
I was grilling while we simultaneously played a game of family soccer.
Four hand-molded ground sirloin patties simmered on the flame alongside
four all-beef hot dogs. The smell of dinner wafted through the
neighborhood as we staged a match between "Man U" and "Chelsea." It was
a day to savor. The forecast hadn't been for such nice weather, or
maybe we would have gone fishing and eaten trout instead.
Checkers, our 13-year-old Labrador, was sniffing around the fire hoping
to steal a burger. Our miniature dachshunds, Mr. Lucy and Floyd, were
digging holes nearby looking for frogs. Our Norman Rockwell scene
wouldn't have been complete without them. We treat our dogs like family.
And there I was, pontificating to my sons as to how the cause of Eight
Belles' death might actually be the way she was treated by the humans
in charge of her.
I told them that Eight Belles was the only filly in the race and that
she had outperformed expectations with a heroic stride. The boys asked
what a filly was, so I explained it to them. They wanted to know why horses injured
like Eight Belles were so readily euthanized, and I tried to help them
understand.
In the meantime, the hot dogs were getting crisp, so I reduced the heat
and put cheese on the burgers. Checkers was alternating between sitting
in her monogrammed bed and circling the grill, all while staring at me.
She really is a member of the family, I thought - just like Winston,
the wily cocker spaniel that stuck by my side for almost 20 years until
his death in 2006.
"Some people think that the breeding practices are to blame," I told my
sons. "See, there was a horse named Native Dancer back in the 1950s,
and this horse, Eight Belles, is one of his descendants. In fact, every
thoroughbred in the race had Native Dancer in their family tree, which
suggests in- or over-breeding. It's just not fair what the humans do to
those horses," I said.
"In a lot of ways, it's nothing but exploitation," I told them. "They
just breed them so fast and race them so young. And in this instance,
it finally took its toll."
There was more I wanted to say. But my wife likes her burgers fairly
rare, the hot dogs were getting even more crisp, and it was time to get
inside and eat. Checkers was beginning to drool, and I wanted to keep
her on schedule. I really love the old girl.
I bit into my burger and, mouth full, announced: "This just isn't right. Somebody's got to stand up for the horses."
Michael Smerconish's column appears on
Thursdays in the Daily News and on Sundays in Currents. He can be heard
from 5 to 9 a.m. weekdays on "The Big Talker," WPHT-AM (1210). Contact
him via the Web at http://www.mastalk.com.
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