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July, 2005

  1. My Lunch With TJR – part 2

    July 15, 2005 by Collin

    Sorry to have left you hanging like that. What can I say? I’m a busy beaver. Those dams won’t just build themselves! So, anyway. I’m going over the notes from my interview with The Jolly Reaper. I’ve decided to present it in standard “Q&A format”. At least I assume it’s the standard. I also have the sketch I did of him here:

    Me: So. How did you come into your… profession?

    The Jolly Reaper: I was sitting out on my porch one fine Summer day watching my neighbor, Bill, mow his lawn. He was about halfway finished when The Grim Reaper rode up, hopped off his boney horse and started chasing Bill around his yard. I could hardly believe my eyes! Bill tried to escape with a juke and spin but he was fairly out of shape and The Grim Reaper caught him with a backhanded swing of his scythe and that was that. I thought to myself, “That’s no way to run a business.”

    M: How do you mean?

    TJR: Well, Bill wasn’t exactly a close friend, but I could tell he was positively terrified when he saw that cloaked monstrosity bearing down on him. I ask you, does that sound like customer satisfaction?

    M: Um. No. I suppose not.

    TJR: Of course not! Life is hard enough without it being ended by a bony anachronism with an oversized knife. You know? Sure you do. So, after going over to make certain that Bill was dead, I turned off his mower, went back into my house, called the police, then sat down to give it some thought. I figured there were a lot of people that would rather not be visited by The Grim Reaper.

    M: Most of them I would imagine.

    TJR: Exactly! Talk about a huge potential customer base! And I put it all down to the way The Grim Reaper has chosen to handle things. He’s had thousands of years to make the experience of dying more enjoyable but he hasn’t bothered. It’s almost as though he doesn’t care. And I think that people have picked up on that. I decided then and there that it was time for a someone to set up a bit of competition, and I knew that I was just the man to do it. I know what’s fun.

    M: How do you mean?

    TJR: Well, for starters, there’s the whole image that The Grim Reaper presents to his customers. He’s a dusty skeleton in a black robe riding a skeleton horse and carrying a three foot long curved blade at the end of a six foot staff. Not very soothing. Whereas I’m a normal looking fellow who dresses nice. I’m wearing a friendly smiley face button, I drive a green Metro and I carry a big ice cream scoop. Now tell me, is that scary?

    M: Well, not really, but it is very odd. I was ready to bean you with my burrito.

    TJR: Ah! But you didn’t, did you? If I had been The Grim Reaper you wouldn’t have hesitated and I would be picking chicken and rice from my eye sockets right now. Instead, here I sit within two feet of you and you’re totally calm. Cool, huh?

    … to be continued …


  2. My Lunch With TJR – part 1

    July 14, 2005 by Collin

    While having lunch at Qdoba yesterday I ran across a very interesting individual. He was about 5’5″ tall, a bit on the heavy side, dressed head to toe in a charcoal gray suit, a top hat that added an extra foot to his height, wore a large yellow smiley face button in his lapel and was carrying an ice cream scoop that was almost as tall as he was. I had just started digging into my baby head sized chicken burrito when he walked in.

    He waited in the doorway and scanned the lunch crowd as though looking for a friend. Since I really enjoy spotting odd people I studied him from behind my burrito. He could have passed for just another goth kid; pasty face, stringy hair, sunken eyes, pouty red lips except he was easily in his late 40s/early 50s and he was smiling. It was the kind of smile that said ‘I know I don’t belong on this person, but I’ve nowhere else go’. Then he looked at me. His eyes lit up as if he had found who he was looking for. He headed towards me and since I had chosen a booth in the corner there was nowhere for me to go to avoid him. I readied my burrito to toss at his head in case he turned out to be a bit crazier than I was prepared to deal with. It just might be able to stun him long enough for me to slip past.

    When he reached my table he said, “Hi! You have a blog, don’t you?”

    I said, “Well, I prefer to think of it as a place to keep my deepest hopes and dreams safely on the internet where anyone with a computer and AOL can poke and plunder. Why?” I was also wondering to myself what it was about me that made it obvious that I was a blogger. Sorry. “Internet hoper and dreamer.” Perhaps it’s a kind of “mark of the beast” on my forehead. I made a mental note to check a mirror when I had a chance.

    “I’ve recently started a new business in the area and I was trying to come up with a way to get the word out that wouldn’t cost me anything. Capital’s a bit tight at the moment so traditional advertising is out. I felt that getting on the news would be problematic, considering the nature of my business, and they wouldn’t give me the positive spin that I need. Then I remembered the power of the Internet! Hundreds of thousands of people could hear about my business and it wouldn’t cost a dime! All I needed was a sympathetic blogger with a large enough audience. They’ve been in the news a lot lately, you know?”

    “So I’ve heard.” I got out when he paused for breath.

    “Do you think you might be interested in interviewing me? You do have a lot of readers, right?” He tilted his head when he finished speaking and looked at me expectantly with sideways crazy eyes.

    “Um. Okay. Yeah, sure, why not? And I have oodles of readers. Simply oodles.” Sure, it was a lie, but this was the strangest thing to happen to me in ages and I was afraid that if he found out I had perhaps 12 regular readers he would go find someone else who bore the Mark of the Blog and take his weirdness with him. I couldn’t have that. And besides, 12 could be oodles, right?

    He stood his ice cream scoop carefully against the side of the table, sat down across from me, leaned in and said, “How would you like me to start?” He had a musty smell about him and up close I could tell that his suit and hat were actually black, just very dusty.

    “I’m not sure. I’ve never done an interview before. Let’s start with your name and what your business is about.”

    “My name is The Jolly Reaper and that’s also my business. I rend souls from people with an extra bit of flair and fun,” he said, with the grin still on his face and the crazy still in his eyes.

    “I see…”

    … to be continued …


  3. Is this real?

    July 13, 2005 by Collin

    Long post today.

    A “sample book review documentation form” for a group calling itself Parents Against Bad Books In Schools (PABBIS) was linked to by boing boing. They appear to be based out of Virginia.

    From their home page: “Bad is not for us to determine. Bad is what you determine is bad. Bad is what you think is bad for your child.” Mmm-kay.

    When I read through the “sample documentation form” I thought this must be a joke. Some kind of spoof site making fun of intolerant people with an emphasis on Southerners. But then I checked out the list of books that have been submitted. The amount of effort that has gone into highlighting all of the objectionable material in the first book seems to be carried out through all of the rest of the books on the list. And there are quite a few of them. So I’m reasonably certain they are serious.

    Reading through a couple of the books listed was like getting the Cliff Notes of the dirty bits. Really handy if you are in a hurry and don’t want to be bogged down by plot, pacing and character development. You know, if you would rather ignore the message of the book and focus on the boobie bits.

    But before you can get to the books you will have to pass the WARNING screen. Let’s have a look, shall we?


    Warning (Okay, it’s red. Good start. Upper/lowercase seems an odd choice, but there you go.)

    Some of the material in these K-12 school books is extremely controversial and many people consider it objectionable or inappropriate for children. The content you are about to view contains adult material that may not be appropriate for all users. (Redundant within the first two sentences.) Before viewing this page you must read and agree to the following: (Okay. Now how in the Hell is this even possible? I can’t view this page until I’ve read and agreed to what is on this page? C’mon people. THINK!)

    1. You are an adult (18 years or older) and have read and understand this warning. (And it is, once again, redundant. That’s twice in four sentences. Is that a record? Sure, it’s not totally redundant. The previous sentence mentions agreeing and this one prefers understanding and also mentions that you need to be 18 or older. Still you would think there could have been a way to combine them. Some day SCIENCE! will have an answer.)
    2. You understand that the material may involve language, content and themes of an adult, objectionable or controversial nature. (Which was already pretty much stated within the first two sentences of the page. Mmmmm… redundant?)
    3. IN NO EVENT WILL PABBIS BE LIABLE TO YOU FOR ANY DAMAGES OF ANY KIND resulting from viewing or any other use of this material. (Now this is the first thing they’ve said that isn’t repeated or repeating! I love this sentence. It really engages my noodle. My upper noodle. My brain, that is. Presumably my lower noodle will be engaged once I pass this page. I can’t help but consider the wide range of potential damage that may result from viewing their content. Not to mention the other possible uses such content might have beyond being viewed. For example, if I were to print out one of the more salacious book reviews on the list and rub it on my bare chest, will demons spring from my nipples? At least I can be sure that if they do, PABBIS will NOT be held liable.)

    If you agree, click here to continue. (And this is the second! Although I’m bit surprised they don’t say “If you agree and understand…”)

    The file is large so BE PATIENT if you don’t have a high speed connection (If you have the patience to download a dozen or so nude celebrity pics then you should do just fine.)

    I can’t link to any of their books to use as an example because I don’t want to be accused of circumnavigating their child resistant warning page. So instead I’ll toss out a few quotes from various books and you can go get the rest if you are so inclined AND you understand AND agree with the statements on their warning page. We can even turn this into a game. See if you can find what books these came from without doing a search of the page. Here we go:


    - “Ask me if I give a shit.. Go fuck yourself, I hear him say.” (It’s important to keep the channels of communication open at all times.)

    - “Sulis sought me out. ‘Perhaps we should work some sex magic together to assure you of a safe journey? ….. Her hair was soft against my lips and the magic came strong and sure.” (Teaching alternative religion in schools just shouldn’t be allowed!)

    - “…you little shit” (you’re in it now. I hope they throw away the key. You should’ve talked to me more often than you did. But no! etc.)

    - How to tell your parents you are ready to have sex (Just not with them.)

    - “..Donkeydick (woke) the merchant..brandishing before his slumber-dazed eyes a prodigious erection.” (At least he woke him first. That’s not the kind of thing you want to wake up to on your own. You might get out of bed and bump into it unaware and that would be awkward. At the minimum it shows good manners.)

    - yes, pain (??? no, morphine?)

    - “You know I have a girlfriend. I mean we have sex and everything.” (And I DO mean EVERYTHING! Four kids, a mortgage, the car is breaking down…”

    - Look at Your Vagina (Just look at it! Tsk tsk.)

    - “..all we’ve been doing is sleeping and fornicating..” (You call this a honeymoon?!)

    - “..we’re gonna get our dicks handed to us..” (And then we will finally be MEN!)

    - “..witch’s tit..” (“What is ‘Something really cold’ Alex.”)

    - homosexual monks (always dress so sassy.)

    - “.. almost cut me a new, asshole..” (Hahahahaha! Wonderful comma placement.)

    - “Jesus Christ!” (Superstar!)

    - “I was horny all the time…” (What teenager has ever felt like THAT?)

    - “..taught me that once I got into a fight I should ‘grab for the balls right away’.” (“Sic’ balls Chopper!”)

    - “Who in their right mind would offer Jesus drugs in the first place?” (You just KNOW He’s a narc!)

    - L: “You weren’t gay last Sunday, if I recall.” (You were watching football and everything!)

    - “..impaled butt-up on a rusty javelin.” (Ouch.)

    - Looking at girls in Playboy, wondering if “he would die before holding a girl’s breast in his hand.” (I remember wondering that when I was 12, only it was while watching “A Cavalcade of Boobies” on Cinemax.)

    - Constant use of “Jesus Christ” (is only allowed in The Bible, various religions and to keep gays from marrying and Bush in the White House)

    - Looking at new baby: Just as I thought! Big nose, big feet, and big dick!” (Especially for a girl.)

    - “Death makes me hungry… I want to go to bed, make love, right now.” (Get me a taco!)

    The last thing I’m going to point out about this organization is their “Find a Bad Book?” page. I shall now dissect it purely for the purpose of humor… actually, now that I’ve read through it I realize if I were to take apart the whole thing it would double the length of this post. I’ll just highlight some of it. If you want me to do the whole thing on a later post just ask:


    You found your child had a book with vivid descriptions of sex, violence, vulgar language or something else objectionable to you. (And you are sure it isn’t one of those you have hidden under your bed.) You have lots of questions. (Which are…) How dare the school allow this junk! (Is it because they are daring and dashing-do?) Why? (Why not?) How did it happen? (Are you pregnant?) Are there other books like this? (If I burn this one will I rid the world of all sin?) Why are they doing this to my child? (Can I read it when you are done?) To you, the parent, it definitely seems like the school is corrupting your child and undermining your values and parental rights. (And if there is any corrupting of your children that needs doing, by God YOU will do it!)

    You knew violence and pornography were everywhere these days but you didn’t know the schools were in the business. (And business is gooood.) What other stuff will your child read in school? (Evolution!? The Bill of Rights?! The… lunch menu?!) Some minimum standard of decency has been violated. (We don’t know what minimum, but we are certain that SOME minimum has, and like us you are totally against violating minimums.) You feel the school system is forcing their values (or lack of values) on you and your child. (And they are hiding it behind “learnin’” and other high falutin’ “ideas”) What should you do? (Learn?) Somebody, somewhere in the school system must have decided this book was good. (But it wasn’t you and that must piss you off.) Well you think it is bad. (Yes. You do. Now that I’ve told you what you think, stop thinking.) You think it inappropriate, obscene, vulgar, lacking educational value or merit, or containing too graphic violence, etc. (I told you to stop, not “run with it” dammit!) You don’t understand how this book could be considered appropriate. (And the last thing that we want you to do is understand. Except on our warning page. Nipple demons: not our fault.)

    Are things like this going on in other schools in your county? (Are you paranoid?) Is this a systemic problem in the schools? You want to feel comfortable with your child in the hands of the school system. (I’m not even comfortable with that statement.) We parents entrust our children to the schools. We understand others values may be different than ours and we also understand that our children should and will be exposed to different ideas, but this has gone way over the line. (But we swear we really do understand. It’s just that line. You can’t do anything about a line. It’s like… a line. Ya’know?) Your trust has been betrayed by the schools. (Time to break out the pitchforks and torches. Assemble the mob. I feel a hangin’ comin’ on!)

    You want to be sure nothing like this happens again, either this year or down the road. (“The road is looonnnnngggggg. With many a winding turn…”) You hope this incident has been a mistake by individuals and does not reflect your school systems policy. (You are so gullible.) And you don’t feel you should have to read every potential book your children could encounter in the schools to screen out this stuff. (That would be taking an active interest in what your child is doing, not to mention you’ve already done your time at school. Mostly.)

    Regulations on Student Responsibilities and Rights nearly always state students have a responsibility not to use obscene materials. (Except when they don’t.) We think they also have a right not to be exposed to it. (Except when they do.) Are the schools, county and state violating our rights and values? (Yes they are. With a big stick and no Vaseline.)

    Jumping down a bit now…

    GOOD NEWS/BAD NEWS (Isn’t there always?)

    GOOD NEWS

    - You are now aware of the problem and forewarned is forearmed (And the more forearmed you are the better. Look at Popeye. He always wins! You wanna be like Popeye, don’t you?)

    - If you object to a book, the school will usually find an alternative for your child (Like home schooling. And I’m afraid that’s it for the good news. It’s all downhill from here.)

    BAD NEWS

    - There are a lot of bad books in the schools and it is getting worse (We need to cut school funding so they can’t afford any new books before it’s too late!)

    - Your child might have read the bad book, or participated in classroom discussions on it before you found out (And now it’s your duty as a parent to beat your child until he loses his short term memory. If that fails you can probably find a pamphlet on do-it-yourself lobotomies.)

    - It is hard to know what book they might encounter in school next and if there will be anything in it that you don’t want your child to read or discuss in school (So, to be on the safe side you should consider blinding and deafening your child, either temporarily with a gimp mask or permanently with a ten-penny nail.)

    - Some other child will encounter the same book again, in the same or another school, resulting in another surprised parent (It’s almost like a game. “Surprise the Parent!” You should write messages in the book that can be passed along to the newly surprised parent like, “I feel your pain”, “You are not alone”, “Stop crying”, “Shed blood, not tears.” Or, you can make the decision for them and chuck the book on the fire. God knows YOU are the one to decide for everyone. If it’s not for your child then any other right minded person should feel the same way, certainly!)

    - Most people are unaware of the problem (And they are blissful in their ignorance. We must stamp out the bliss! Save the children!)

    - Some people don’t care if their kids read this stuff (Some people are prepared to discuss things with their children. A gimp mask is easier.)

    - People don’t know what to do about it (Except us. We decided to set up a website to make it easier to find these objectionable books. It might have been a mistake, but we’ll let History be the judge.)

    And that’s quite enough of that.


  4. I know how she feels:

    July 12, 2005 by Collin

    Grandma Is Quite Angry With The Prince of Persia


  5. Tattoosday 2:

    July 12, 2005 by Collin

    Back when I had been talking about designing flash tattoos a couple of people asked if I would design something for them. I’m still working on Justin’s but I’ve pretty much finished with Kif’s, unless she has some changes in mind.

    Here’s the first version I did:

    And how it could look on her back*:

    But I didn’t quite like it. So I tinkered with it a bit. Nothing big. Made the wings cross:

    And again, how it could look:

    Happy Tattoosday!

    * To the best of my knowledge, this isn’t Kif’s back. It’s a random photo I found while conducting an image search. A bit of warning to those of you out there who might, like I, search with the SafeSearch in Google set to off: The term “bareback” seems to be associated with an awful lot of gay porn. And I do mean an AWFUL lot. As well as the rodeo. Neither of which was useful to me. “Bare back” isn’t quite so porn or rodeo laden. Just goes to show what a difference a space can make.


  6. This has to be…

    July 11, 2005 by Collin

    … the BEST use of spam that I have seen yet. Ah, zeFrank. You rock back AND forth!

    request


  7. My son…

    July 11, 2005 by Collin

    Okay, I may get attacked for writing about this. My son is almost as tall as me now and he’s only 12. But I’m going to press on anyway because it was funny. And I’m pretty sure that I can still take him.

    The boy sleeps weird. He’ll tie himself into a pretzel, talk in his sleep, get up and wander from his bed to the couch. Now there is a new thing to add to his list of sleeping activities.

    The other night he fell asleep on my bed. I tried to wake him up and get him to go to his own bed but his body had just decided that it needed sleep and it needed it NOW! Like in “Sims” when you push them too hard and they drop right there on the floor while the house burns down around them. So I left him as he was, under a blanket. I can’t lift him and I wasn’t about to try and fight him.

    My bed is very low to the ground and he was right along the edge of it. About an hour into his nap he seemed to wake up with a very unfocused look. Then he suddenly reached out onto the carpet by the bed, picked something up, popped it onto his mouth and closed his eyes again while chewing and smiling.

    My son was sleep eating!

    Off the floor!

    I was totally shocked! I said, “Justin! What did you just eat?” but a glazed look remained plastered on his face while he made babble noises. I kept asking until he woke up enough to say, “Nothing.” then dropped back to sleep.

    I eventually got him up and into his own bed and he slept through the rest of the night. I forgot to find out if he remembered anything about it the next day.

    I still have no idea if he ate a lint ball, an unlucky bug or a bit of dream food.

    It was so weird.


  8. Rather than…

    July 8, 2005 by Collin

    … than end my Friday post with such a downer post, I offer you this:

    After You

    Found on a nice trip through Stumble.

    Enjoy!


  9. Family Moments

    July 8, 2005 by Collin

    I was reading a story at a blog I was checking out a bit ago. It has to do with something nice that his older brother had done for him when he was 7 or 8. It got me thinking about my older half-brother, Scott.

    I would have been around 5 or 6 at the time. Possibly 7. My sense of time is… flawed. Scott is at least 6 or 7 years older than me which would have made him around 13. My mom, dad and I were living in an apartment building at the time. I’m not sure what floor. Well above the 4th. Possibly as high as the 12th or so.

    Scott was visiting from Corpus Christi where he lived with his mom. My mom and our dad both worked so Scott was keeping an eye on me. I can no longer recall what motivated him to do this. Possibly he was just bored or I had made him angry or something. I’m thinking bored because it seems to me he was laughing at the time. He took it into his head to hold me out the window. As I recall he wanted to hear me say something before he would pull me back in. I can’t remember what though. Probably something about how great he was. That kind of thing. So there I was, dangling out the window so high up that if I had slipped it would have all been over. I was terrified out of my mind.

    He finally did pull me back inside and told me to calm down. He wasn’t going to drop me. I must have cried for hours. To this day I always freak out a bit when I’m near the edge of a drop that is higher than 10 feet or so. Surprisingly I don’t have a fear of flying. It’s something to do with being on the edge.

    I’ve heard that he has gone through some tough times in his adult life. Was in a motorcycle accident. Has a drug problem. Got kicked out of the military. Etc.

    Scott, wherever you are, eat shit. Die. Burn in Hell.

    Everybody else, have a great weekend!


  10. Finally…

    July 7, 2005 by Collin

    Okay, both posters are finalized and up at the store. Under “Zombie Gear” of course. I’m going to do my absolute best to resist tinkering with either of them any more. I may, however, do some all new Zombie Geriatric stuff down the line. The ideas are a poppin’.

    Here are the final posters:

    Let me know what you think, as long as you aren’t trying to talk me into changing them anymore. Derek.

    Also, for those of you who are tired of all this zombie talk I’ve finally gotten around to making a new CliparToon. Yes, it is a Christmas miracle.

    For those of you unfamiliar with David Bowie, “Golden Years” is one of his songs. “What does it have to do with whipping a child?” you may ask. Nothing. The “whop whop whop” just seemed to fit. And really, what elderly person doesn’t look forward to laying down some hickory on a brat to the beat of a Bowie tune in their golden years? Darned few, I’m thinking.

    whop whop whop