Well, duh...

The Journal "Judgement and Decision Making", just completed a study on the type of people who believe in bullshit and in a nutshell, they found...

“Those more receptive to bullshit are less reflective, lower in cognitive 

ability (i.e., verbal and fluid intelligence, numeracy), are more prone to 

ontological confusions and conspiratorial ideation, are more likely to hold 

religious and paranormal beliefs, and are more likely to endorse 

complementary and alternative medicine.”

Yep, that sounds right.

Sometimes, I feel like this...

Fly the Filthy Skies...

 I was putting my tray back into it's upright position and I found this…

After I read the warning, it occurred to me that at some point someone took a 

bag full of baby poop and thought it would be a good idea to put it in the seat 

back where it turned into the worst surprise gift ever.

Just putting' it out there...

Sometimes when you see a child's drawing, you are struck by the thought that this 
"Picasso-in-the-making" was simply destined to be an artist. The kind of genius that changes the art world in ways you can barely imagine…

This is not one of those drawings.

Halloweird

If you're celebrating Halloween…make sure you see a lot more of this…

and a whole lot less of this...

And now for something weird...

The Food Network, 8pm, Wednesday.

A 14 year old boy in his fathers jacket and tie comes out…

"Welcome to another episode of Cupcake Wars, the show where we pit semi-skilled mostly- unattractive, very-whiny, wanna-be pastry chefs against one another all for the measly sum of $10,000".

"I'm your host Justin Willman, and yes…even though I am a grown-up, this is my real hair".

"Helping me kill this hour that you will never get back are our celebrity chefs"…

"Candace Nelson, a very tall woman who insists on wearing pink lipstick regardless of the fact that on a high-definition tv, she looks like the long-lost sister of Floppo the Clown. Candace also claims to have started the worldwide cupcake craze although cupcakes have been created and sold since the late 1700's…also she invented the internet".

"And let's give it up for Florian Bellanger, Super-French pastry dude, businessman, freelance Hip Hop Artist*, all around good guy and master of the beer funnel. Florian joins us in an effort to lend this show a smidge of culinary credibility so we don't look like both the judges and the competitors were drawn from the local meth-heads living in a nearby trailer park".

"Our special guest judge today is the cunning, savage extraterrestrial hunter from the famous Predator series of films.  "Steve", as he has asked to be called, has been combing the galaxy for the best cupcake in the universe. Welcome to Earth…and our studio".

"Steve": "Incomprehensible alien chattering".

Justin: "Now, now Steve, save those barbed comments for judging the cupcakes".

"Today our theme ingredients are inspired by our alien visitor so as always, you must pick from the "Holy Shit, Who the Hell Would Put That in a Cupcake" table. You must choose at least 3 ingredients".

Cut to the table, Justin begins naming the items on display:

A Trodakian StrangleBeast from Altair 7, Some mildy-radioactive uranium nuggets, Gummi Bears, methane gas, Durian fruit, freeze dried roast beef brought back from the last trip to the International Space Station and asparagus.

Camera cuts to competitors…everyone winces at the mention of asparagus.

Justin: "Ok everyone, you have 1 hour, let's begin". 

They all run off to their respective kitchen spaces and start to brainstorm. 

The camera zooms in on each couple one at a time…

Team One: Mom and Daughter: "OK as long as the Stranglebeast is reasonably fresh, I think we can chop it up, sautee it in methane gas, fold it into the batter and then top it all off with the Gummi Bears".

Team Two: High Strung New Jersey Woman and her beaten down partner: Shaking her sous chef by the lapels…"AIIIIEEEEE, whatarewegonnado! What the fuck is methoon gas, GGAHHAGHAAA"!

Team Three: Tattooed Gay Dude and his husband: "OK , this is just asinine… let's say we need to use the restroom and let's go home while we still have our dignity".

Team Four: Apparently Schizophrenic MILF and her College Step Daughter: "Ok, Ill make the batter and you prepare the fondant, that will leave me time to make the batter and also to make the batter, that's what President Eisenhower wants".

After a montage of people running around, cursing, sweating, wiping, slathering themselves in Crisco and screeching, everything winds down and you have what looks like a pile of filthy animals having just been birthed from a Wooly Mammoth… and the timer runs out.

They line up for the critique.

Justin: "Team One, what do you have for us"?

Team One: "Well, we were a little put off by the surprise ingredients and I'm pretty sure my daughter now has radiation poisoning from the uranium but it did add a nice warm glow to our cupcakes. We created a cornmeal cupcake with a Stranglebeast filling mixed with Marscapone cheese topped with a cute assortment of Gummi Bears". 

In the background her daughter collapses taking down a rack of pans.

Everyone gives a casual glance and then turns back to Justin.

The judges try the cupcake…

Candace: "I think the pairing of the cornbread with the Stranglebeast was pure genius but just dropping a Gummi Bear on top seems like a cheat".

Florian: "In France we have a lovely way of preparing Le Strangelbeast…zis is not zat. But despite your daughters very likely terminal condition, I sink le glow from zee uranium was very inspired".

"Steve": Fires shoulder cannon at daughter, blowing her into a million sticky pieces.

Justin: "Oh, gross… but you have to admire his convictions. Next up, Team Two".

Team Two: "Aiiiiieeeeee, weranoutoftimeimfreakingout! She starts crying and runs out of the studio".

Justin: "Ummm, ok... Team 3"?

Team Three: "We steamed the asparagus to create a airy creme froth which we used as a filing to a traditional vanilla cupcake, the frosting is a buttercream accented with a compote made from a reduction of Gummi Bears, we topped the cupcake with a candied piece of roast beef".

Candace: "I'm impressed that given these ingredients, you were able to create a cupcake that was actually edible".

Florian: "Great use of ze Gummi Bears, sticking with ze classic vanilla cupcake was simply perfect".

"Steve": Fires shoulder cannon at contestant blowing him into a million sticky pieces.

Justin: "I see a pattern forming here… Team Four"?

Team Four: "We wanted our cupcake to be completely unique which is why we used the Durian Fruit and also why I smell like a giraffe carcass thats been picked over in the noon-day sun. Our cupcake has a durian cream cheese filling with a teeny fondant rocketship on the top. We arranged a dozen Gummi bears around the cupcake, each one represents one of my step-mom's multiple personalities". 

Camera cuts to the mom who is having an extremely animated and heated argument with…herself.

Florian: "You know in France at the Eccole De Woo Gives a Toot About Macarons, we would hang the pastry chefs by their thumbs and beat the soles of ze feet with a rolling pin when zed made mistakes. Zis cupcake reminds me of how I felt the day it was done to me".

Candace: Wretching uncontrollably under the desk. "BLLELAAUUURGGHHHHH"!

"Steve" stands up, wipes his mandibles in disgust, grabs his helmet. "I'm out of here".

Justin: "OK we are short one judge and the other needs a few minutes until her bowels stop spasming. After the break we will have whoever "Steve" didn't kill compete in the 1,000 Cupcake Display Challenge".

Commerical break ends…

Justin: "And we're back. Ok no question about it, we've had some setbacks today but you have to admit, it's been an entertaining show at the very least".

"In any case we only have one remaining team but we can't just give the prize away so instead of the regular challenge, the winner of this competition will be determined by hand to hand combat.  You will have to fight Florian in an all-nude wrestling match, Greco-Roman style". 

"HAHAHA... Just kidding of course, Florian is far too French to engage in something that requires him to remove his tie".

"Team Four…you are the winner of Cupcake Wars! Goodnight everyone"!

Show Ends

*Bonus Trivia:  Florian's Hip Hop Name is: Le Grande Petits. He also went by MixMaster Makaroon.

Warning Sign

One day, after school...

¿Por que el mundo es tan cruel?

Wait…she said what?

"Don't take this the wrong way but... here's my banana".

"I won't take it the wrong way".

"That's what she said".

I knew it was a typo!

Matthew 21:19

And seeing a fig tree by the way side, he came to it, and found nothing thereon, but leaves only; and he saith unto it, Let there be no fruit from thee henceforward for ever. And immediately the fig tree withered away.

See? It has nothing to do with gay people…God Hates Figs.

Who?

dave

DAVE

DAVE!

It's all so clear to me now.

Ladies and Gentlemen…do not be jealous. For I received a personal email from none other than…wait for it… 

"The Extraordinary Chris".

I pause so you can catch your breath from gasping.

What?…you don't know who he is? How is it possible that you don't know this great man, this Leonardo da Vinci of the Supernatural Realm, this "Cadillac of Men" to quote Futurama…How?

Well I never heard of him either… but I have now. Here is the highly personalized, unique and directed only to my mailbox email he sent me…

Let's review this "Exclusive Missive from the Great Beyond"…

Beginning with the video link…hair and jacket provided by the year 1979. Very classy.

Next, his last name is Voyance…get it? Chris Voyance, who practices Clairvoyance?

He mentions he can "Improve my situation" but why doesn't he just say what it is if he knows it?

And why do I need to know the exact moment he had his revelation, is it confirmation that something really happened or is there some significance to the time of 10:47pm…perhaps a commercial break in whatever TV show he was watching?

Then of course he needs to confirm "some details needed"…and now we get the heart of the matter in which The Extraordinary Chris reaches gently into my wallet and robs me of most of my Ordinary cash.

The bottom of the email has real-life testimonials, complete with photos ripped off from a stock photo website. As usual, no one offers any actual facts or comments that are verifiable, that way no one can question the almost-certainly Less Than Ordinary Chris.

A real testimonial would read like this:

Jesus on Two Sticks, Chris is the Real Deal! I answered his email on a Tuesday night at 5:53pm (during a re-run of Cupcake Wars) and damned if he didn't already know that I had bad gas (from Taco Rico on Dixie Highway) as well as fallen arches. Two days later on my way to the unemployment office, I tripped into the street and found $5 which I used to buy a scratch-off ticket at the Winn Dixie (I lost). Thanks Chris, you da man!

Anyway, I decided to go thru with the reading so I clicked on the button and it linked to this website. I love that comment below the picture of the TV…

"Chris remains humble and accessible even though he had been on TELEVISION many times before. He is a man that you can trust!"

If being on television qualified people as honest and professional then I would be letting Donald Trump do my taxes, get my wine selections from watching The Jersey Shore and let the Kardashians handle my daughter's education.

Anyhoo, after I gave my info it took me to a confirmation page…

I love the fact that Chris asks for my phone number so he can reach me "in case he has an instant vision about my future".

Needless to say, Chris did not call me and I have been forced to figure out my life on my own, make my own decisions and somehow, just barely get on with acting like a rational adult.

Chris…why hast thou forsaken me!

As an extra…here is an excerpt from the Terms and Conditions document, created no doubt by Chris' Extraordinary Legal Team:

Said fortune telling, like the information provided directly by “THE WEBSITE”, shall not be considered, medical, legal, real estate, psychological, emotional or economic/financial advice or advice of any other sort. Furthermore, it shall not be used for making decisions. It should not replace the advice of other professionals. It is of a recreational, cultural and playful nature, in an esoteric and/or spiritual setting, providing a different perspective about the aspects that are the subject of the consultation and information. It is performed based on variables arising from the personal data of the user.

Catnip es Muy Malo

Fresh? I think not...

Subway is six kinds of nasty…probably much more than that but for the sake of this rant, lets just say it's six. Here is a real authentic picture posted to the great Interwebs, I have added some helpful comments to help you understand it...

Anyway, my pattern is the same…I go for months and months without eating from that wretched hive of villainy and then one day, my food compass bends a little too far to one side* and I forget why I stopped eating there and then I go in again.

Subway is just horrible... cold cuts and tuna salad in open containers pawed at by semi-educated people who think that hairnets are more of an optional fashion statement than a way to keep strands of unwashed hair out of my bacon and avocado sub.

And on a somewhat related note, I hate asking for the foot-long...part of me is self conscious and jealous as I will never hear those words from a woman but also because I snicker whenever I say it and a 46 year old man should not laugh at unsubtle penis jokes.

Anyhoo..no matter what sandwich I get from there, I know what is in store for me, within a few minutes of eating it, my stomach starts to rebel against me…there is all manner of violent and scary sounds emanating from my gut. It's like the overture for a Symphony of Gastric Destruction and I the conductor have my baton hand tied behind my back and my sheet music is all written in Chinese.

Try to figure that one out…I dare ya.

So as we can see here in this handy diagram swiped from Wikipedia ("motto: Everything posted here is true until it's "updated" by a 14 year old troll in his Mom's basement"). 

Here is the process for me from sandwich to shit…

I guess the best way to sum this all up is this…Subway is the only food that one should eat while actively sitting on the toilet.

Amen.

* This is science, kids! Ask your parents…the Food Compass or FC as I like to call it is responsible for why you wait for everyone to go to bed at night so you can eat an entire bag of Double Stuffed Oreos while standing over the sink. It's also the reason why normal people don't eat Facon or it's wretched retard sibling Tofurkey. A perfectly functioning FC is what makes you crave grease and salt which makes you happy but kills you at 58 years old whereas a damaged FC is why we have vegans in the world today.

I'm…so….scared….

Please shoot me...

For the longest time I was absolutely 100% convinced that the weirdest person in fashion design must be Karl Lagerfeld…

I mean just look at this obvious cry for help:

Pictured above…Batshit Crazy.

And then while registering some of the staff for a textiles convention in Germany called Heimtex, I literally stumbled upon this…

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you…

Harald Glööckler

Pictured above…Batshittier Craziest.

At first I was positive that I was seeing images from the movie Zoolander or perhaps some horrible sequel to that stupid film, but some quick research convinced me that this dude is real…Here's a few more…enjoy!

You're welcome.

I am…too beautiful.

Sometimes history shouldn't repeat itself...

God, I hope this is a story from The Onion…

So, you may have heard…JNCO, the company that in the mid-nineties started the trend of "jeans so large that you have to sit down to put them on", has started production again.

I wasn't sure who the target demographic was at first but I only had to think about it for a few minutes before these came to me…

JNCO Jeans are great if:

Your hands are full and you need to carry two 2-liters of Mello Yello.

You've every wondered how to sneak your 5 year old brother into the movies.

You were looking for a quick way to repel anyone who was interested in you sexually.

You are part of a fraternity initiation in which you must carry around 6,000 marbles without using your hands.

You have a paralyzing fear of being on a sinking ship and know how to convert the jeans into a sail large enough to push an aircraft carrier across the ocean.

You have no worries about being labelled a "hipster doofus".

So What's Your High Score?

So Ava turned 8 recently. When it came time to choose her birthday we came up with a few scenarios…none of which looked demented at the time but became increasingly so the closer we got to the actual event.

We asked Ava, as responsible, nurturing (read: stupid) parents are wont to do…"What would you like to do for your birthday, here are some choices"…

A Pottery Party, in which young children start with soft and malleable clay and after smashing and pounding it into submission then paint it in garish colors after which it is baked until it is a stone-like density capable of holding a tasty beverage or perhaps inflicting permanent brain trauma on the child next to you.

A Bowling Party, in which young children are assembled in poorly fitted shoes in a room where the lights are dimmed to a level normally associated with where bats congregate and then given dementedly dense spheres of polyurethane which often cause parents to reach for a tasty alcoholic beverage or perhaps inflicting permanent brain trauma on the child next to you.

An Arcade Party, in which 15 random children are dropped off by parents looking for two hours without their "Little Darlings" (read: Homemade Terrorists) in a two-story building packed with screaming kids, flashing lights and high pitched sirens that it makes the firebombing of Dresden look like the time when you accidentally used an extra squirt of lighter fluid on your BBQ grill.

As you may have guessed…Ava chose option 3.

Now I haven't been in an arcade since back before The Goths sacked Rome but I do remember that it used to be about playing the games.

If you still think that, then you my friend are El Wrongo.*

Anyhoo, the point of arcades nowadays is to provide a centralized location in which to disburse cold pizza, flat soda…and to provide a free-range, open environment in which thousands of children hopped up on so much sugar that it is literally eating their brains from the inside-out can shriek at upwards of 145 decibels every single second of the 2 hours that you are there.

It is truly epic in the real sense of that word…it's loud and there are glowing flashing things exploding every few seconds, while random children, faces plastered with cold pizza grease and clutching handfuls of cake run around in circles making horrible wretched squealing sounds that would be completely at home in Satan's living room.

It's like if you had the power to take a half dozen ferris wheels, light them on fire and have them spin at a hundred miles an hour while crazed children hang on for dear life and all the while a volcano is erupting alongside a rockslide of christmas lights and assorted car parts that scrape across your skin and somehow, I'm not sure how, inside this insane terrifying din, you can still hear them playing Justin Bieber over the PA system.

Let me try once last time…

It's as if you're tied down in the middle of the desert at high noon during Burning Man, there are filthy hippies dancing with zero coordination while a million drumbeats lash at your eardrums and somehow, again you dont know how…you are covered in gravy and just this minute a crazy mad scientist has found a way to make piranhas airborne and they haven't eaten in a few days. And he just let them loose.

Well, maybe its not that bad, but lord it ain't good.

* El Wrongo is the star of a new Cuban American superhero show I am writing. In it there are many amazing episodes such as "When El Wrongo has One Cortadito Too Many", El Wrongo Ditches The Wife to Go to All Star Wrestling and of course the tear jerker in the making…" El Wrongo Loses His First CockFight to a Little Girl with a Parakeet Named Teeny".

What is going on here?

Can someone…anyone please explain it?

You can't…can you?

And they said romance was dead...

Cause I'm classy like that...

Good things come in small...

Me and Renee have a conversation.

Me: "OK if Im going to take Ava to MermaidSwim, can I go see Godzilla Sunday morning"?

Renee: "Sure.  Go crazy.  I’ll give you money for popcorn".

Me: "I wont need it, as you know, I will shake my maracas for the hot girls behind the counter and they will give me free popcorn".

Renee: "So long you hold out for a large bucket, its OK.  Don’t give it away for a small".

Me: "Large Bucket"?...Im confused… are we still talking about popcorn…or vajayjays'"?

Renee: "Popcorn".

Me: "Good, it was a little confusing there. With vajayjays, I thought smaller was better".

Questions they should ask...

Kinkos

1. Are you comfortable telling people that you have to charge them $1.50 to open their PDF by claiming its a "file rendering" charge?

2. Can you attend our 4 week seminar on stapling?

3. Are you surly? If not, can you learn to be?

4. Are you willing to throw your hands up in exasperation and take your break every single time a customer asks you for anything including directions to the water fountain?

5. Do you know the difference between yellow and goldenrod paper?

6. Can you work the dreaded Midnight to 8am shift aka The Meth-head College Students doing their Resumes Mardi Gras?

7. Have you ever xeroxed your ass or mashed your zoobag on the copier glass, for fun?

8. Can you take a carefully collated and color coded stack of 2,789 pages from a very prestigious law firm and drop it on the floor? Can you then copy it and reassemble it completely out of order despite the fact that each page has a page number?

8a.Follow Up: Can you do that a few times per week?

Music Store

1. Do you know the difference between an Electric Guitar and a Bass?

1a. Follow Up: Do you pronounce "bass: like "base or like the fish"?

2. Do you giggle every time you say G String?

3. When heading to the restroom, are you willing to use the phrase "dropping the mike"?

4. Will you sneak into the store after hours so you can practice the drumming part at the end of the song In The Air Tonight by Phil Collins?

5. How many time have you seen KISS in concert, how often it too much?
This is a trick question…you can NEVER see KISS too often.

6. Are you such a good salesperson that you could sell a piano to a racist who doesn't believe that the white and black keys should touch?

7. If a customer comes in asking for sheet music to the truly awful song "Blake's Got A New Face" by Vampire Weekend are you willing to slap them repeatedly about the face and neck until they change their mind?

7a. Follow Up: Can you in fact hum that very song while slapping them?

Comic Book Store - The Sanctum Sanctorum

1. Have you now or in the past owned and maintained a shrine to the greatest comic artifact in human history…Stan Lee's Mustache?

2. What is your take on the Moebius vs. Kirby Drawing the Silver Surfer Conjecture?

3. Are you willing to read the entire Fantastic Four run by John Byrne even though it means not showering for a week?

4. Working at The Sanctum Sanctorum would be good for:

• A. Making me insufferable at ComicCon
• B. Make me more knowledgeable about Jack Kirby's Fourth World Series.
• C. Picking Up Girls.

Note: If you chose C, you are automatically disqualified, girls are as rare at The Sanctum Sanctorum as common sense is in a session of Congress.

5. Do you think that Batman complains about his dead parents too much?

6. Hal Jordan or Guy Gardner?

7. Have you ever had a serious conversation about whether the Thing's wang is made of rock or if he is smooth like a Ken doll?

8. Are you willing to make a clueless mom cry when she comes in for a birthday gift for her kid and asks for a copy of "Washmen"?

Pool Supply Store

1. Are you allergic to Chlorine?

2. Are you trained as a lifeguard?

3. If a pool is 20 feet by 15 feet, 5 feet deep with a ladder at one end and a set of stairs at the other end, how many boxes of Jell-O will you need to fill it?
Bonus points if you know how long it takes for that much Jello-O to set.

4. Are you applying because you saw a porno with the title "Pool Boy Gets It On", Poolin Around", The Pool Boy Gets Me Wet or Mrs. Johnson, you Need a Water Softener Because the Pool Boy is Too Hard"?

5. Do you know which end of the pool skimmer you place in the water?

6. Someone is drowning, they call out for a lifesaver, do you immediately think of the floating device or the candy?

7. In the previous question when you read "floating device" did you automatically think of large breasts"?

8. Have you ever recreated the infamous pool/candy-bar scene from Caddyshack?
Follow Up: Why not? Are you allergic to nuts?

Zookeeper's Assistant

1. Do you look good in khaki?

2. Do you need to wear a hat because you freckle easily? Will you supply your own hat? It must not say Federal Boob Inspector or something even more stupid like Donald Trump for President.

3. You are trapped in the Rhino habitat, it turns and charges at you. You:

• Run and climb the nearest tree.
• Sit down and start reciting the Lord's Prayer.
• Soil yourself violently.

4. Do you know the difference between a Tiger, Tigon, Liger, Ligon, Lion and a goldfish?

5. Have you ever thought about letting the Kangaroo into the Warthogs habitat to see if they would mate and produce the worlds first Wartaroo? What about a warthog and a flamingo to make the first Fartalingo?

6. When is it Ok to fling poop back at the Chimpanzee?

Statistically Speaking...

85% of people polled said they loved the new Star Trek Reboot.
15% were in their mother's basement building JJ Abrams voodoo dolls.

90% of all people polled masturbate…
10% couldn't take the poll because they were masturbating at the time.

71% of all hippies smoked weed and bathed once a month.
29% of all hippies are dead

33% of all mothers steal from their children's Halloween stash
67% of all dads take the rest.

99% of all wives hate hearing the phrase "put the shoes to her" from their husbands.
1% are deaf.

43% of people think that being outside without a jacket you catch cold.
57% or people are not idiots

21% of voters turned out this year
79% realized a long time ago how worthless and futile the whole process is.

25% of people polled say they believe in astrology
75% of people polled believe that the other 25% should return to their home planet

100% of the people polled believers that we should build a rocket and send Miley Cyrus, Donald Trump, Ed Sheeran, Paris Hilton, Sarah Palin and the entire cast of Jersey Shore into the sun.