Sep 22, 2008 Randomosity
This is what’s been floating around in my head for the past week. I need to clear it out to make room for more.
Last week’s best Fark headline regarding the country’s economic freak-out, after the government’s massive bailout plans were announced:
Stocks climb on news that rich people are fine with socialism when the money is going to them
The other night, coming home on the subway, I saw a guy solving a Rubik’s Cube. Repeatedly. He would mess it up totally, then solve it again in about five minutes. His fingers were flying, and he kept turning it rapidly to check out what was going on. Once he didn’t even solve it for solid colors, he solved it with a pattern, same on all sides. I have a hard time comprehending how minds like that work.
The next night, same time, same subway, I sat across from a guy who was practicing card tricks: one-handed shuffling, making the top card pop up off the deck, fanning, etc. It was fascinating. I was staring. He was doing it without even realizing that he was doing it, I think, but I guess that’s how you get good, by doing it all the time.
So I’m wondering what’s next: will I see a juggler? A sword swallower? Will someone be setting up a trapeze in the station?
I don’t want to go into too many details, because I don’t mean any ill will toward anyone, but have you ever found yourself in a position where you accepted an opportunity, and then a much better one came along but you were already stuck with the first one? That happened to me last week. And if I had only accepted the first opportunity but not really gotten involved with it yet, I might have tried to back out. And even if I had gotten involved already but it was with people that I would never see again, I might have tried to back out (sad but true). But it’s with people I will see all the time for as long as I live in Brooklyn, so there’s no way I could get out of it without looking like a complete asshole. So, lesson learned about following my instincts.
I found this on Fark.com (yes, I spend way too much time on Fark): Earlier this month a man tried to pay for groceries at a North Carolina grocery store with a $200 bill, complete with a picture of George Bush on the front and a White House lawn full of lawn signs on the back (including one that says “We Like Ice Cream”). The best part of the story is, the cashier accepted it, and gave him $50 change! Go here to read the rest of the story.
This quote was on brownstoner.com last week, in a discussion about a house for sale:
In Wasilla, a comparable home would be more horizontally oriented, clad in aluminum, and perched on wheels and/or cinder blocks. But with the de rigeur meth lab, it would be a more profitable investment than this place.
— by SnarkSlope in House of the Day: 47 Sidney Place
The above comment thread on brownstoner led me to this site, the Sarah Palin Baby Name Generator. You put in your name, and it tells you what your name would be if Sarah Palin had your naming rights. I’m “Chase Rooster Palin.” Sounds about right. I’ll fit right in with Track, Trig, Bristol, Willow, and Piper.
OK Comedy Central, I’m looking for some kind of pattern across your shows regarding what’s OK to say and what’s not. Last week Jon Stewart, in anticipation of interviewing Tony Blair, made a joke about spotted dick (a very strange sounding British pudding). When Stewart said “dick” in reference to the recipe, it went unbleeped. But at the end of the bit, when he said “dick” in reference to his body part, it was bleeped out. What gives? And remember, this is from the network that aired a South Park episode where the characters say “shit” 168 times. How do I know it was 168 times? Because there was a little counter in the corner of the screen that kept track. So how is it OK to say “shit” but only sometimes say “dick” on the same network?
Americans get hung up on all the wrong things, allowing bigger things to slide by unnoticed. I went to a panel years ago about media and censorship, and one of the panelists was Aaron Sorkin, creator of West Wing. He was talking about an episode where the president learns that nine soldiers have just been killed in an ambush. Sorkin wrote him yelling “God Damn It!” but the network wouldn’t let him do it. A network exec told him that he’d hear “fuck” on NBC before he would hear “God Damn.” God damn it, that’s fucked up.
Originally posted on Selfish Mom