Seems like every day, someone manages to score a $100,000 grant to study the freakin' obvious and enlighten the masses with such shocking findings as (and these are actual examples):
"Exercise found to reduce anxiety and depression," or "Diet of high-fat foods contributes to obesity." Duh. So, how do I get me one of these grants? I've got a plethora of topics I'd like to investigate. For instance, I'd like to investigate the correlation between a person's propensity to dump his or her filthy ashtray contents out of their car window on a public street, and the likelihood that they are a self-absorbed, inconsiderate asshole in general. Or, how about a study to determine whether making a left-hand turn at an intersection with one hand on your cell phone and the other gently caressing an Egg McMuffin as you turn the wheel with your elbow has any impact on the chances of your spilling the half-caf mocha latte nestled in your lap, as you swerve to avoid the accident you just caused by cutting off the driver making a right from the other side of the intersection while shaving and watching a movie trailer on his Blackberry? Or what about this one: The connection between navigating the demilitarized zone that has become our daily commute to the office and the urge to trade in one's Subaru for a Sherman tank?
How many times have you uttered, "Jesus H. Crikey, I'm just tryin' to get to work, here, people!" as you've dodged imbecile after jackass, brake-slammed and skidded your way through the maze of semi-comatose, over-caffeinated cogs, begrudgingly motoring toward the big wheel they play some indescribably small part in turning each day? Really? So, you mean it's just me shouting that over and over? Oh, never mind, then.
Lest we forget, the word "automobile" comes from the Latin "auto" - meaning "by itself", and "mobile" - meaning "moving." This illustrates that we have no need to pay attention while operating these multi-ton ballistic missiles, as they can pretty much drive themselves. And what a waste of energy it would be to communicate the fact that a collection of cigarette butts, chewing gum, and anything else that you don't want and is small enough to fit into your ashtray is, in fact - according to a recent study - TRASH!! -- and therefore, inappropriate for deposit on local thoroughfares. Well, I'm off to go pee in my neighbor's swimming pool. Drive defensively.
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Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Don't try this at home, and some other late-night ramblings
So, I'm watching tv the other night, and I see this potato chip commercial with a disclaimer on it warning the viewers not to try the crazy stunts being performed by professionals in the commercial. Yes, some people are that incredibly stupid, and yes, corporations are that worried about being sued by those very people. Meanwhile, the tv shows aired between all the commercials, the movies we watch, and countless video games depict heinous and grotesque scenes of murder and mayhem (and yes, stunts we probably shouldn't try ourselves), but you don't see any warnings there, do ya? Nothing like, "Shooting hookers in the face and stealing cars should only be attempted by professionals. Don't try these criminal acts yourself," or maybe, "Professional sluts on a closed course. Don't try these adulterous acts at home." I dunno, I'm just saying... Wouldn't you agree that if someone's dumb enough to try and imitate everything they see on tv, they kind of deserve whatever happens to them? It's survival of the fittest, not the dimmest, after all. And while we're on the subject of commercials, does anybody remember when you paid extra money to a cable company because you wanted to watch tv and movies without annoying commercials? Now you pay 100 bucks a month for the shows, and they hit you with more commercials than the non-cable stations. How stupid are we? These guys are making money from 9 different directions, and they keep raising prices because they pretty much have a monopoly. Makes me want to find a nice, shiny, wet road and drive my car sideways on it at high speed (in slow motion).
Okay, so here's another disturbing trend I'm noticing lately. If you're a fan of 24 (and who isn't), have you noticed how anyone who does anything admirable on that show gets tortured, maimed or killed? The old "no good deed goes unpunished" theory in action. More and more shows seem to be following this unwritten rule nowadays. Real life is now mirroring what's happening on screen. Be a hero, get shot in the throat. Help your fellow man, eat lead. Is it any wonder why studies have shown that people are increasingly less likely to take any form of action when they witness a potential crime? We're being programmed subtly to believe that being good Samaritans will only bring us misfortune. Nice. And, by the way, I'm still trying to figure out why Jack Bauer always sounds like he just ran up 32 flights of stairs when he talks. Must be the residual effect of being repeatedly tortured for being a good guy and saving the world.
Okay, my final midnight rant for the day. I'm in the supermarket the other day, and a young, slightly overweight, tattooed, 5 o'clock-shadowed, buzz-cut, 20-something macho dude is in the checkout line in front of me. He gingerly puts his 20 or so items on the conveyor belt, managing to spread them out sufficiently to take up the entire thing, when they could have easily taken up only a third of it. As he's rung up, he chats on his cell phone while pretending to make an attempt at bagging his groceries. He holds up the line while he fumbles for his debit card while still yakking to his friend on the phone. I'm thinking, "This kid is lacking basic manners," but I give him the benefit of the doubt. In the parking lot, I'm putting my groceries in the car and - lo and behold - there's Nimrod, a few cars over. An associate has apparently been baby-sitting his car while he shopped for cat food and frozen dinners. He loads his bags in the trunk, and instead of walking the 15 feet it would take to place his shopping cart in the little cart return area, he leaves his cart in the empty space next to his car. It waits patiently for the opportunity to ruin someone's otherwise pristine paint job. Dude, they have wheels on them. They roll. They're metal. Do the math, you moron. Mr. I'm-too-cool-to-give-a-shit hops back in his green Chevy sedan and tools out of the parking lot, on his way to making someone else's day just a little bit less pleasant. After placing Mr. Considerate's cart where it belongs, I retract the benefit of the doubt, shake my head, smile, and head home, just a little more convinced that choosing not to procreate was probably a good idea.
Okay, so here's another disturbing trend I'm noticing lately. If you're a fan of 24 (and who isn't), have you noticed how anyone who does anything admirable on that show gets tortured, maimed or killed? The old "no good deed goes unpunished" theory in action. More and more shows seem to be following this unwritten rule nowadays. Real life is now mirroring what's happening on screen. Be a hero, get shot in the throat. Help your fellow man, eat lead. Is it any wonder why studies have shown that people are increasingly less likely to take any form of action when they witness a potential crime? We're being programmed subtly to believe that being good Samaritans will only bring us misfortune. Nice. And, by the way, I'm still trying to figure out why Jack Bauer always sounds like he just ran up 32 flights of stairs when he talks. Must be the residual effect of being repeatedly tortured for being a good guy and saving the world.
Okay, my final midnight rant for the day. I'm in the supermarket the other day, and a young, slightly overweight, tattooed, 5 o'clock-shadowed, buzz-cut, 20-something macho dude is in the checkout line in front of me. He gingerly puts his 20 or so items on the conveyor belt, managing to spread them out sufficiently to take up the entire thing, when they could have easily taken up only a third of it. As he's rung up, he chats on his cell phone while pretending to make an attempt at bagging his groceries. He holds up the line while he fumbles for his debit card while still yakking to his friend on the phone. I'm thinking, "This kid is lacking basic manners," but I give him the benefit of the doubt. In the parking lot, I'm putting my groceries in the car and - lo and behold - there's Nimrod, a few cars over. An associate has apparently been baby-sitting his car while he shopped for cat food and frozen dinners. He loads his bags in the trunk, and instead of walking the 15 feet it would take to place his shopping cart in the little cart return area, he leaves his cart in the empty space next to his car. It waits patiently for the opportunity to ruin someone's otherwise pristine paint job. Dude, they have wheels on them. They roll. They're metal. Do the math, you moron. Mr. I'm-too-cool-to-give-a-shit hops back in his green Chevy sedan and tools out of the parking lot, on his way to making someone else's day just a little bit less pleasant. After placing Mr. Considerate's cart where it belongs, I retract the benefit of the doubt, shake my head, smile, and head home, just a little more convinced that choosing not to procreate was probably a good idea.
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