Tuesday, July 31, 2007

He is Risen, and he's FABULOUS!

This is one of my favorite possessions. Last Christmas I asked my parents for a Magic 8-Ball. On Christmas morning, I open one of the boxes to discover this hot-pink Jesus statue. Understandably, my reaction was simply, "What the fuck is this?" Apparently, the Spencer's was out of Magic 8-Balls (for reasons I can't begin to fathom), so the guy working at Spencer's (who incidentally had a master's degree in English according to my mom - Merry Christmas to my self esteem right there) recommended this "Answer-Me Jesus," which has a Magic 8-Ball thing on the bottom of it that gives out religious advice.

This thing is great. It's both stylish and blasphemous. You shake Jesus and ask a question like, "Should I eat the deviled eggs?" and he will respond with any number of clever answers such as:
"I died for this?"
"I still love you"
"Repent!"
"Hypocrite!"
"Believe"
"I forgive you"
"Wait for a sign"
"SINNER!"
"Let me ask my dad"
"Hallelujah!"
"No chance in hell"
"Resist the devil"
and my personal favorite: "The holy water will sting."

If you want to check out more about "Answer Me Jesus" or some other sacrilegious wares that they're selling, CLICK HERE. It's good for a few holy chuckles. I kinda want to put this in my cubicle, but I wonder if that might be misconstrued as religious intolerance toward my students. Maybe I should buy the "Answer Me Buddha" just for good measure.

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Answer Me Jesus - Confounding homophobic Christians with hot-pink panache since 2006.

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Right Said Fred

"My balls are THIS BIG!"

Fred Thompson is a former Republican senator from Tennessee, and he's currently planning to run for President of the United States in 2008. But to Law & Order aficionados (such as myself), he will always be District Attorney Arthur Branch. On the other hand, as an equally avid Hunt for Red October fan, his bit role as the admiral of the USS Enterprise is also lurking in my mind.

I'm not a very political person. I'm with Lewis Black when it comes to political parties: the Republicans are the party of bad ideas, and the Democrats are the party of no ideas. I'm not sure what I think of Fred Thompson as the President. He's a southern republican (and we all know how THAT worked out last time). But on the other hand, he must be a Law & Order fan, so he scores a few points with me.

His character on Law & Order is mixed bag as far as I'm concerned. On the one hand, the guy certainly has a commanding presence. Even that magnificent bastard Jack McCoy hesitates before squaring off with him. On the other hand, he seems to be an amalgamation of southern cliches. Most conversations with his character amount to McCoy asking about a legal strategy, and Thompson replying with some folksy Southern wisdom like, "Well y'all know it's like my grandpappy used to say - a polecat in the collard greens is worth two coons in the holler."

He hasn't officially announced his candidacy for the Presidency, but he has said that he's "testing the waters." At first I was very annoyed at this news. I was under the impression that all TV stations must give equal air-time to all political candidates. I was concerned that this would seriously curtail my enjoyment of Law & Order reruns given how many episodes that southern sumbitch appears in.

But then I found out that this equal air-time law only applies to the big networks (ABC, CBS, NBC, FOX, and CW). So TNT, USA, and BRAVO (which run the three Law & Order series like porn at a frat party) can continue to show episodes with that good ol' boy Freddy to their heart's content.

So here's to you, Fred Thompson! If there's going to be a close-minded Southern Republican windbag running for President, I hope it's you.

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Fred Thompson - Making people from the North feel like a bunch of pussies since 1942.

Saturday, July 28, 2007

Everybody Wants to Rule the World


I love this game called "Conquest" that I've had on my computer for years. It's played just like the board game "Risk." You get a particular color, and then as you get more armies, you can attack the other colors until you conquer continents and eventually the world.

It's the ultimate white man's game.

I get really into it sometimes. I start to think that the other colors are out to get me. Other colors are controlled by the computer, but they apparently have "personalities" to go along with their fictional colors. I sometimes think that the other colors intentionally gang up on me to ruin my attempts at global domination. The army battles are supposed to be random, but the computer is randomly creating outcomes for itself. If I was doing that, I'd be put in a rubber room. As a result, I start to get annoyed with my virtual opponents. Not since Senator McCarthy has a single individual yelled "DAMN YOU RED ARMY" so many times.

I love the geography of the game too. Hundreds of cultures can be summed up in the general blobs labeled "Eastern Europe" and "The Middle East." Oddly enough, conquering Greenland and Australia are good strategic moves in this game while having the United States won't help you for shit. Don't even get me started on the subdivisions that they give for Russia. Who wants to attack "Kamchatka," "Yakutsk," and "Irkutsk"? The abominable snowman?

I recently purchased the full-version of this game. It gives a wider variety of computer opponents and gives me the ability to choose which territories I want to start with. It also creates a lot more animosity between the computer colors and myself.

I think I need psychiatric care.

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Conquest - Making Manifest Destiny look like a rental agreement since 2005.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

In the Eye of the Consumer

I called my optometrist's office today to order more contact lenses. The receptionist was very nice, but she had to put me on hold for a few minutes. While on hold, audio advertisements were playing, which was not new for me; however, the advertisement wasn't for eye care products. I distinctly heard: "Buy APC brand headlights for more distance and less glare!"

This got me thinking. Does the eye care place now have sponsors? Can any company just buy air time when people are on hold? Maybe the new trend in laser eye surgery is having an economic impact on the optometrists around the country. This new product placement could extend further. Maybe you'll be in their little chair and the doctor will say, "Now tell me - can you see the golden arches better on 1 or 2.... 1... or 2.... 1.... or 2...... Would you like that super sized?"

Speaking of the optometrist, am I the only one who fiddles with the knobs and switches on that giant eye machine? It just seems like such a cool gizmo. Of course I then get paranoid when I wonder if the original settings were important and I just fucked up my own eyes somehow.

Fun Fact: I created the image above all by myself using Paint. Pretty impressive eh?


Eye Doctors - Selling your vision care to the highest bidder - which ironically helps you read the fine print in advertisements. Rage against the machine!

Monday, July 16, 2007

The Stormin' Mormon, Part 6: Wicked Sinful Ways

JP is in good spirits for a man going to hell.
(That may have something to do with the good spirits being sold in that particular establishment)

Well, after leaving the Mormon church, I'm now living a wicked and sinful lifestyle full of..... well, work, reading, and generally trying to be a decent human being. I tell ya, God would be ashamed. I drink from time to time - alcohol, coffee, and tea (all of which are big no-no's in the Mormon church). I even participate in activities with women that the church might frown upon (of course I might get to do so more often if I wouldn't refer to it as "participating in activities").

And you know what? I think I'm a good guy. But according to my former religion, I'm going to hell. I wish I gave a shit. Leaving the Mormon church left a very open road for me, and I explored some of my options. Eventually I came to realize that it wasn't just Mormonism that I had a problem with - it was religion in general. The Mormon church has some crazy beliefs and traditions, but every church does. Catholic priests wear goofy hats and "participate in activities" with little boys. Baptists wave their hands around when the spirit moves them. Jews avoid pork like it's carrying the plague. The Jehovah's Witnesses have mathematical formulas to calculate admission into heaven (or something like that). Methodists and Protestants are so apathetic toward their religion, it's a wonder they even have one.

Now that I've offended almost all of you, let me finish off the group - I do believe I am an atheist. I just don't believe that there's an invisible man up in the sky who's looking out for everyone and reading everyone's thoughts and judging us based on a set of rules that are supposed to be inferred from a burning azalea bush.

My biggest thing is prayer - that seems to be the center of most churches, and I think it's bogus. If God has a master plan, and he's going to do what he wants anyway (as evidenced by holy people frequently saying "God works in mysterious ways"), then why even bother praying? How important am I to be screwing with God's plan? Imagine God saying, "Well, I was going to have that hurricane hit Miami today, but Billy Bob is praying for me not to do it, so I guess I'll send it to Mexico instead. I hate the damn Beaners anyway!"

I suppose God could possibly exist (that's what agnostics will contend), but if he does, he sure as hell doesn't give a shit about any of us - and he sure as hell doesn't care what I do on a Sunday morning.

I could go on and on about religion (now that I've got myself all worked up about it), but I think that's enough for now. I'll let the righteous indignation now begin.

God - Making you drag your ass out of bed on Sundays for no reason since time immemorial.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

The Stormin' Mormon, Part 5: Losing My Religion

The Mormon Temple in Salt Lake City - just one of the many temples built to do who knows what.

Long-time readers of the blog are no doubt aware of my rants about the Mormon church. I blogged about it all through the month of December (a fitting month for an anti-religious rant). Well, these posts led some people to ask me why I personally left the church. Sure I've provided plenty of fodder for any logical person to make an assumption, but what led me to leave the church? Well here we go.

First of all, you need to understand that my family was never all that into it. Our religiousness seemed to phases in and out every couple of years. I think people in the church were able to guilt my parents every once in awhile. Whatever the reason, our church attendance was sparse. My parents converted to Mormonism sometime before I can remember, but the Mormon church is the only one I ever remember attending with any regularity.

For my family, attending the Mormon church meant a 20 minute drive to Freeport (another washed-up Pennsylvania town) every Sunday for a three-hour church service. The first hour of church (for us kids anyway) always consisted of 2 hours of Sunday school (divided into 2 one-hour segments) and then 1 hour of the actual service. I think my first complaints were ones of pure laziness. "Mooommm, why do we have to go all the way to Freeport when everyone else on the block goes to the church down the street?" "Moooommm, why is church so looooong! Dana says her church only lasts for an hour!" Damn Catholics and their brevity. Of course, Dana had to go to a Catholic elementary school, so she got hers.

Anyway, Mormon church is just as boring as any other Christian church session as far as I can tell, so the next great leap away from the church came during my teenage years. Among Mormon types, when you enter the 9th grade, you have to take Seminary - what you normal folks would call "bible study." This lasts four years. For the first two years, I had to go down to the church every Wednesday evening for a class. But this nice arrangement didn't last long. The last two years involved my brother and I going to another guy's house every morning before school for an hour-long lesson. That was every weekday morning at 6am.

And my teachers wondered why I slept in class.

And of course, the Sunday school classes continued. All of this had its desired effect - I got to read the Old Testament, the New Testament, the Book of Mormon, the Doctrine and Covenants, and the Pearl of Great Price very closely (the last two being other fun Mormon texts). I don't think the ultimate outcome was exactly what they wanted. You see, my textual analytic skills were already developing, and I got to be a very curious and inquisitive little Mormon teen. Way before I knew about the strange and peculiar stories of the church, I was asking a lot of questions about their standard stuff.

The Mormon missionaries really bothered me. In the first place, I didn't want to go. I knew that they sent you places based on your skills. I'd been spending my high school years learning Spanish, and I didn't want to end up in some mud-farming village in the Amazon. But more importantly, the logic made no sense to me. According to Mormon doctrine, if anyone lives on this Earth and doesn't hear about Mormonism, they go to the lowest-level of Heaven, which is an okay place, but it's not great. If they hear about Mormonism and accept it, they get to go to the highest level of Heaven. But if they accept Mormonism and later reject it, they go straight to Hell (with the burning and the torture and the whole nine yards). So this got me asking questions.

Me: What happens to people who never hear about Mormonism on Earth?
Teacher: They will have the opportunity to hear an accept the Gospel in the Celestial Kingdom (that's Mormon-speak for Heaven - I love the lingo).
Me: Wouldn't people be better off not hearing about it all?
Teacher: But their lives will be fuller with the spirit of Jesus Christ.
Me: But right now they're going to be okay. If the missionaries show up, they're essentially gambling with their souls.
Teacher: Well, the same thing will happen in heaven anyway.
Me: But they'll already be dead!! What idiot is going to turn down Jesus if he comes down and tells you that he exists?
Teacher: But wouldn't you rather live your life now knowing Jesus?

These conversations would go in circles like that for awhile until the teacher would get exasperated and say "Well, that's what the Book of Mormon says to do!" And after awhile, this just got to me. These people didn't have a clue. The more I learned, the more I was convinced that the church made no sense. There were too many loopholes and too many logical fallacies.

I think my family ultimately came to the same conclusion. I think our entire family had been on the outs with the church for a long time. For one thing, we were never allowed to go to the inner parts of the Temple. We weren't deemed worthy enough. I actually went there once. I got to see some of it, but since I wasn't a super Mormon, I couldn't go to the inner sanctum (or whatever they call it). Given how incredibly dull and lifeless most Mormon functions seem to be, it's probably not as exciting as a lot of people think.

Though if they have giant orgies and worship a man-snake, I'll feel pretty cheated that I didn't get to check that shit out.

Stay tuned for the exciting part six - my life after the Mormon church (the anticipation is killing you, I'm sure.)

Former Mormons - Critically examining bogus doctrine (much to the consternation of religious figures) since 1831.

Monday, July 09, 2007

These Are Their Stories

"I'm trying to decide what to arrest you for - obstruction of justice, harboring a fugitive, or just being a general pain in the ass." -- Lennie Briscoe


Law & Order will be entering its 18th season next year. Law & Order: Special Victims Unit will be entering its 9th season, and Law & Order: Criminal Intent will be going on its seventh. Why has Law & Order endured for so long?

Because it kicks major ass.

The original is still my favorite, but SVU is catching up fast. The original follows a crime from the moment a body is found through the police investigation and all the way to the trial and verdict. The show doesn't go into the personal lives of the characters (we rarely see them at home), but the audience learns a lot about them through how they work the cases.

Two characters keep me coming back to the original. The first is Assistant District Attorney Jack McCoy (played by Sam Waterson - the robot insurance guy from a few posts ago). If you're ever accused of a crime in New York City, you better pray to God, Allah, and Budda that you don't get McCoy as your prosecutor. The man is a cutthroat and judgmental ass, but that's why he's the man! Everyone thinks he's kind of a doofus because he dresses like a 1950s bum and has the haircut of an azalea bush, but then he comes into the courtroom and owns your ass.

Best Jack McCoy lines:

Defense Lawyer: You turning soft on me, Jack?
McCoy: You know I'm a sucker for an execution. I'm just here for the tortellini.

McCoy: Justice is a by-product of winning.

McCoy: Your grief might seem a little more real had you not just admitted you cut off your wife's head.

McCoy: Never get Freudian on a man holding a pickle.

McCoy: The last time I checked, 'stupid' isn't a defense for murder.

Assistant: So he gets a walk for killing a cop, but we're arresting him for killing the man who helped him kill that cop?
McCoy: An irony he can appreciate for the next 30 years in Attica.

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Then there's probably my favorite guy: Detective Lennie Briscoe (played by the late Jerry Orbach - pictured above in a classic badass pose). His cynical, sarcastic, deadpan style almost makes me drop to my knees in awe. The show hasn't quite been the same since the actor died. This guy OWNED, with a capital everything. He's been partnered with a range of much younger, more athletic partners, and yet this old white Jewish guy is always the more feared. The show always shows respect for both the detectives and lawyers in the show, but Lennie almost makes you wish that he could just be judge, jury, and executioner for the world, doling out justice like Judge Dredd on crystal meth.

Best Lennie Briscoe lines (aside from the one at the top):

Lennie: Even though you're a taxpayer, you know, we don't actually work for you personally.

Lennie: I told you, you should have gone to bed with her. You're getting the grief without getting the gravy.

Lt VanBuren: Do you believe him?
Lennie: I believe on a good day he couldn't hit his ass with both hands.

Lennie: Love - a dangerous disease instantly cured by marriage.

Lennie: I specifically asked for him to be put on suicide watch. Apparently here at Riker's that means that they watch you commit suicide.

Lennie: Did you put iron in your cheerios this morning?
McCoy: Are you talking to me now?
Lennie: Hey, do things our way and we'll talk to you all you want.

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I don't know how much longer the show will last, but dammit, the show's been on for 18 years. I've got plenty of reruns to keep me occupied (re: distracted from my own work).

Law & Order: Making justice look badass and entertaining since 1990.

Saturday, July 07, 2007

The Lazy Man's Guide to English Class

Ah, fuck it. I'll do it tomorrow.


The apathy that I feel toward graduate school continues to grow. I've decided that I definitely don't want to get a doctorate in English, and this whole lifestyle of academia is really starting to wear me down. I just don't care about the material anymore. The books keep changing, but the conversations never do. We read the book, have a conversation that goes nowhere, write a paper about something pointless, and then move on. It's like having a DJ who switches up the songs, but you keep doing the macarena.

Well, to combat my boredom, I try to adapt the classes to suit my interests. One time I wrote a paper about how Georgio Agamben's theories about the homo sacer could be applied to Battlestar Galactica. But when I just can't pull that off, I've developed some strategies for getting around the reading.

First and Last Chapter: This is an old idea, but it works. Read the back cover of the book first to get a general idea of the plot. Also read the reviews to get an idea of what more interested parties think of the meaningless drivel that you're planning to avoid. Then read the first chapter and last chapter. You should be able to get an idea of the style, and you'll be able to quickly tell who didn't die.

Understanding Book Selection: In graduate school, English professors don't choose books that are plot-driven or have an overall positive effect (you know, enjoyable books). Instead, you can expect the book to have a minimal plot, a depressing ending, and characters who spend a lot of time bemoaning their lives. If you notice that the cover has pictures of random household objects (a paper clip, an iron, maybe a matchbook cover), then beware the "experimental style" of the author (run-on sentences, random spacing, no commas, refusing to use the letter "E," etc.).

Wikipedia: Always do a Wikipedia search for the book or at least the author. There are days when I think I'd rather live my life without genitals than without Wikipedia.

Body Language: When it comes time to discuss the book, avoid the typical giveaways of not having read the material: sitting in the back, keeping your head low, flipping through pages, etc. Professors are tuned into this stuff and will spot you immediately. Instead, strut into the room, sit near the front, and then lounge about casually as though you're so prepared that you expect the class to be a complete bore. Be sure to talk to other people before class starts to show that you're not nervous. Scribble random shit in a notebook to give the appearance of having a clue. Also, make sure that you've underlined random passages and stretched out the binding of the book. You don't want your book to look like it just came out of the wrapping (even if it did).

Piecing Together the Plot: During the class discussion, you should be able to pick up the rudimentary plot based on what other people refer to. When someone mentions something that wasn't in the first or last chapter, nod your head and maybe say something like, "Yeah, that was a really big moment in the book for me."

Bash the Book: It takes balls to bash a graduate class reading, so do it. Whenever someone mentions a certain part of the book that they liked, you say, "Well I'm going to have to disagree with you there. I thought that whole section was really cliched." You may look like an idiot, but no one will think that you haven't read the book.

Outside References: Use books that you HAVE read to talk about the book you haven't. You get bonus points for referring to a literary theorist (Foucault, Benjamin, and Agamben are good ones).

Do a "Close Reading": Since you've only read a small portion of the book, hijack the class discussion by milking the first and last chapter for everything they're worth. Pick a good paragraph from the first paragraph and analyze it to death. If you're good, you can compare that paragraph to an outside reference too.

Use English-Majory Terms: When all else fails, use literary terms that no one can argue with. Words like intertextuality, hyper-real, cliched, post-colonial, parse, verisimilitude, dichotomy, and individuation will give you the pomposity (another good one) that you're looking for. You get Triple Word Score if you use a Latin word or phrase.

Writing the Paper: If you do things right, you should read at least one of the books in a grad class so that you can write your paper on it. If you're being a super-slacker and not reading any of the books, then I have two words: online articles. Find a few online journal articles that other, more committed (in every sense of the word) individuals wrote about the book. They should all have enough summary for you to piece together your own argument.

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Such is the way of the lazy English grad student. Of course, if the book is on Sparknotes, you're made in the shade. Grab a few random quotes from the book and go to it. However you decide to get around the work, feel confident in your ability to bullshit your way through a graduate class book discussion. If my years of studying English have taught me anything it's that those who have mastered language can bullshit their way out of any given situation. When you're dealing with a group of people who've mastered language, there's so much bullshit flying around the room that no one will be able to discern your shit from anyone else's. It all smells the same.


Graduate School: Teaching you how to become a pompous blowhard without even trying.

Friday, July 06, 2007

Farm-Fresh Tragedy


Maybe I'm just a sick bastard, but I got a big kick out of this newspaper article. It's from the June 27 issue of the Leader Times (Kittanning's only newspaper). Keep in mind that this is the top story:

FIRE DESTROYS CENTURY-OLD BARN IN SURGARCREEK

An early-morning fire Tuesday destroyed a century-old barn along Route 268, owned by Linda and Bob Jones [names changed to protect me from the angry and vindictive], but the Joneses said they lost more than a building.

The blaze, which engulfed the 40-by-50-foot structure, destroyed valuable equipment and tools inside, along with killing 40 chickens and three peacocks, Bob Jones said. (Note from JP: This paragraph was the inset for the article - I can't fault them for that. It's also my favorite paragraph.)

"The male peacock had a tail that was about seven-feet long," Jones said. "He was majestic. A raccoon had been getting into part of the barn where the birds were so I started closing a small sliding door at night to keep the coon out. Unfortunately, it was the birds' only way out. I can't help but thinking that if the door was open, they might have escaped."

Peters said 16 young chickens, 15 hens and a rooster, were housed in a pen about 25 feet from the barn and escaped injury.

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The article continues onto the next page, but you get the idea. Keep in mind that this was the top story of the day. I love Kittanning.


The Leader Times: Failing to make your hometown seem interesting for over 100 years.

Monday, July 02, 2007

Old Glory Robot Insurance

"As a senior citizen, you're probably aware of the threat that robots pose. Robots are everywhere, and they eat old people's medicine for fuel."

This has nothing to do with anything, but I recently came across one of my favorite clips from Saturday Night Live on YouTube, so I thought I'd share. It features Sam Waterson from Law & Order selling robot insurance to senior citizens. It's so deathly serious, which is what makes it so damn hilarious.

Here's a link: Old Glory Robot Insurance


Warning: People denying the existence of Robots may be Robots themselves.