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Oh My Singlet!

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If you are the type of person who thinks that John Fogerty is singing “There’s a bathroom on right” instead of “There’s a bad moon on the rise” then you might think that Beyonce is singing “Oh my Singlet” instead of “All my Single Ladies” in her new hit song “Single Ladies (Put a Ring on It).”
The video for this song features Beyonce and two others dancing in leotards Bob Fosse style. It also has been mocked, first on SNL and then by legions of others, and I find the spoofs hysterical (the original that it being mocked is pretty good too). I’ve been on the lookout for SNL clip for about two weeks now – its not on Hulu and its not on YouTube but it is on Andy Samberg’s site (duh).
Enjoy the clip below and then just try to get this song out of your head. Its been stuck in my head for two weeks now.

If you are a fan of Samberg and his digital shorts, you might alsol love the most recent golden short “Jizz in my Pants”.
Happy Friday.
Via Sara

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"Telling Cute Animals What's What" since October, 2008

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I checked out Fuck You, Penguin a blog where BZA “tells cute animals what’s what” about 15 minutes ago and still am smiling. Any place where I can read a post titled “Panda accomplices fully liable” which contains the copy below is a place for me.

“Attention people who have access to Pandas. YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT KIND OF POWER YOU POSSESS. You are like a child that stumbles upon one of the rings from lord of the rings, only instead of a ring it is a FUCKING PANDA. Keep all pandas away from toys and other human objects like cars, hats, and exercise machines. If not, you will be held fully responsible for the damage they inflict.
Oh yeah, and fuck you, Panda.”

Love it. Happy Friday.
Via Ben

humor

Epic Fail

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“Epic Fail” is a term which is being used more and more these days. It can mean a number of different things but they are all sort of the same. For instance, it can symbolize the highest form of fail known to man or it can be used when something can be seen to be a total failure, like this dance routine below:

The site Failblog charts all of the fails out there and some of them are truly epic in scale. If you have any sense of schadenfreude in you, you’ll get a kick out of more than a few posts on this site.
For instance, you might get a kick out of the guy below who thought it would be a good idea to climb inside a balloon. Nothing says “Epic Fail!” more than that!

Via Chris and others

politics

Election Hang Over Funny Business

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Its been about a week and a half since Obama won his electoral landslide. Some of the counting isn’t even done yet – Missouri is still outstanding. So many people, so many organizations, so many nations have commented on the election and said so many different things, it is at once expected and astounding and it has run the gamut from the serious to the silly.
I’ve been serious for so long, I’d like to focus on the silly. For instance, South Park provided a brilliant parody of the election twenty four hours after the event took place. It’s episode “The Greatest Thief Club in the World” perfectly sends up both our country and Ocean’s 11, 12, 13 and whatever else comes this way. Parker and Stone have reset the bar once again. A great con – a beautiful twist. Loved it.
I chuckled reading the short Onion article Black Man Was Given the Nation’s Worst Job. Here is half the article:

As part of his duties, the black man will have to spend four to eight years cleaning up the messes other people left behind. The job comes with such intense scrutiny and so certain a guarantee of failure that only one other person even bothered applying for it. Said scholar and activist Mark L. Denton, “It just goes to show you that, in this country, a black man still can’t catch a break.”

When you put it that way, being the President doesn’t sound too fun…
Another gem from the Onion comes from its video division. Its piece on how die hard Obama supporters are completely adrift was a little too close for comfort. I wonder how many of my posts over the past two years have mentioned Barack? Hmm. I almost don’t want to count.
The Daily Show has a good piece on the search for the First Dog. Lucky for me, when it came time to get a dog I sort of didn’t have a choice – a friend of the family had just had a Shih-Tzu litter and I was locked into a little Ewok.
Last but not least, here is the truth which just sounds like a joke: “A black man and a hard ass Jew walk into the Oval Office and…”

politics

Little O'Reilly Tells It Like It Is

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Please do not watch the clip below while drinking a hot beverage or while operating heavy machinery:

Best line? “Go drive your electric cars into the ocean. I hope you hit a whale on your way to France.”
If this kid wasn’t so like Bill-O, it wouldn’t be half as funny…

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The Swedish Chef Visits Robot Chicken

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I love Robot Chicken and saw the clip below last night for the first time. I was laughing out loud then and was still laughing today when I told some co-workers about it. After they watched, they could not understand why I found this funny. In fact, the words used were “one of the unfunniest Robot Chicken clips of all time.” Strong words.
How about you decide if its funny and let me know via posting a comment – I’m curious.

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Tragedy or Farce?

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Karl Marx famously said, “History repeats itself, first as tragedy, second as farce” and nothing better could be used to describe how James Doohan’s ashes were destroyed yesterday when a rocket carrying them into space failed to make it into orbit and instead blew up.
If you don’t know the name James Doohan, maybe you know him as Scotty from “Star Trek.” He passed away in 2005 and to have his ashes to make it to the stars, the locale where he made his living, would have been oh so poetic.
The first attempt was made last year and it was unsuccessful – the rocket crashed and it was over two weeks later before they found his remains.
As “they” say, if at first you don’t succeed, try, try again. The Doohan family obviously shares this adage as they launched his remains again one year after the failed attempt. This time, they were even less successful because not only did the rocket fail, but the ashes were destroyed.
I’m not sure how one destroys ashes. I guess they are just hopelessly scattered.
Via Neu

humor

In Honor of George Carlin

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I’ve only written a few memorial posts on my blog over the years: Rodney Dangerfield, Jerry Garcia, Saul Bellow, the Columbia Shuttle Crew are the four that are top of mind. They each represented to me something great and unique about humanity and George Carlin definitely qualifies in that regard.
Unfortunately, I gave my first eulogy this year and I kept that as short and sweet as possible. This is a blog though – there is no limo waiting to take me to a cemetary so this might wind up being my longest post ever. Every time I thought about trimming the length, I thought better of it. Almost everything George said was important and if I’m honoring his life, his work and his legacy, I would be remiss if I did not include as much as possible.
Carlin spoke “the truth” in such a way that I felt he was a modern day prophet, quite a funny way of thinking about him considering how strongly he was opposed to organized religion and the hypocrisy it often represents. The fact that George is not around anymore leaves me slightly quaking in my boots. I’m not sure who, or if anyone, will take up the mantle of “speaking the truth” now that he’s gone – and even if someone “replaces” the way he could call out the idiocies of this world in both a humorous and damning way, no one will be able to do it the way that he did. No one.
The one and I only time I saw George Carlin live and in person – as opposed to the 14 live performances that were aired on HBO over the years – was in the mid 90s with some friends of mine while I was in high school. There are many things that I remember from that Westbury Music Fair performance: the opening musical comedian act and Carlin’s “People I Can Do Without” bit when he got to “guys in their 50s named Skip!” (the name of a friend’s father) are two of them. The thing I remember the most however was totally anti-Carlin: it was when I chickened out of buying the tee shirt I wanted because I was afraid of my mother’s reaction.
Three of my friends bought shirts that said on the back “Simon Says: Go Fuck Yourself!” and two bought ones that read “When the Going Gets Tough the Tough Get Fucked.” I however avoided the swear word and went with the tame and lame “Sometimes a Little Brain Damage Can Help.” Every time I wore my shirt I was reminded of how I did not do what I wanted to do because of how others, the power structure “running” my life, felt. The way I self censored myself is something I still haven’t forgotten and when I’m faced with a tough decision, I often think of the shirts for sale and how I wish I bought “Simon Says: Go Fuck Yourself.” These days, I’m proud to say that I usually do what I want and it is, as odd as this sounds, because of George.
George Carlin was born in New York City in 1937 and about his childhood he remarked, “I grew up in New York wanting to be like those funny men in the movies and on the radio,” he said. “My grandfather, mother and father were gifted verbally, and my mother passed that along to me. She always made sure I was conscious of language and words.” The thing that most people are remembering about Carlin is his incredibly sharp sense of language, the semantics of language and the way those nuances can be used as tools and/or weapons.
On his career, he said, “Standup is the centerpiece of my life, my business, my art, my survival and my way of being. This is my art, to interpret the world” and during a career that spanned five decades, he emerged as one of the most durable, productive and versatile comedians of his era. He evolved from Jerry Seinfeld-like whimsy and a buttoned-down decorum in the ‘60s to counterculture icon in the ‘70s. By the ‘80s, he was known as a scathing social critic who could artfully wring laughs from a list of oxymorons that ranged from “jumbo shrimp” to “military intelligence.” And in the 1990s and into the 21st century the balding but still pony-tailed comic prowled the stage — eyes ablaze and bristling with intensity — as the circuit’s most splenetic curmudgeon.
His second album, “FM & AM,” won a Grammy Award as best comedy recording and among the more controversial cuts was a routine euphemistically entitled “Shoot,” in which Mr. Carlin explored the etymology and common usage of the popular idiom for excrement. The bit was part of the comic’s longer routine “Seven Words You Can Never Say on Television,” which appeared on his third album “Class Clown,” also released in 1972. Considering it is one of his best known (though not nearly the best) pieces of work, I’ve posted it after the jump. In case you don’t want to wait, those words are: Shit, Piss, Fuck, Cunt, Cocksucker, Motherfucker and Tits.
Another not so little known fact about Carlin was that he was the first guest host of “Saturday Night Live,” in 1975 where he said among other things, “God can’t be perfect – everything He makes dies.”
Now, onto the HBO specials, 14 of them to be exact. Probably my favorite bit “Cars and Driving” can be found in his 6th special, titled “What Am I Doing in New Jersey?” which aired in 1988. I’ve posted it below for your enjoyment:

I have never forgotten that somewhere in between “Live Free or Die” and “Famous Potatoes” the truth lies, and probably it’s a little closer to Famous Potatoes…
During his live 1996 HBO special, “Back in Town,” he raged over the shallowness of the ‘90s “me first” culture — mocking the infatuation with camcorders, hyphenated names, sneakers with lights on them, and lambasting white guys over 10 years old who wear their baseball hats backwards. Baby boomers, “who went from ‘do your thing’ to ‘just say no’ …from cocaine to Rogaine,” and pro life advocates (“How come when it’s us it’s an abortion, and when it’s a chicken it’s an omelet?”), were some of his prime targets.
Mr. Carlin’s obsession with language was again evident in his ”George Carlin: Doin’ It Again” special. He rattled off a list of annoying words: Lifestyle, maximize, prioritize, interface. He would have nothing to do with new age lingo, warning his audience: ”I will not share anything with you. I will not relate to you.” No caring or nurturing, and definitely no boogieing. He railed against language in government for controlling information, and language in religion for controlling thoughts.
And then there are the euphemisms. Mr. Carlin considered the evolution of ”shell shock” to ”battle fatigue” to ”operational exhaustion” to ”post-traumatic stress disorder,” pointing out how eventually the pain is buried beneath the jargon. When black slums become inner cities, he charged, it is because ”smug, greedy, well-fed white people have invented a language to conceal their sins.” And the point behind calling cripples the physically challenged or differently abled, he said, seems to be that if you change the name of the condition, you’ll change the condition. One thing that kept Carlin fresh was his enduring anger and keen ear for the absurd.
At the end of this show, he broached the subject of aging. He cringed at hearing a phrase like ”90 years young.” “Imagine the fear of aging that that reveals,” he says. As for himself, he insists with a wicked grin that ”I’m getting old and it’s O.K.” Why? ”Because with our fear of death in this country, I don’t have to die. I’ll pass away.”
His eighth stand-up HBO special contained his views of the Persian Gulf war. “Bombing brown people,” he said, “has apparently become America’s hobby.” The only white people we ever bombed were the Germans, he noted, and that was only because “they tried to muscle into our act” of taking over the world. Carlin didn’t believe anything the Government said; he didn’t believe the news media because they have become an adjunct of the Government, and he didn’t get all choked up about yellow ribbons and American flags, preferring to “leave symbols to the symbol-minded.”
Carlin lashed out against the professional worriers, not least the environmentalists fretting about endangered species. He considered this just another instance of hopeless humans being carried away with their self-importance. “Species disappear,” he said, “that’s what nature does.” Save the planet? “We don’t even know how to take care of each other,” he said. The planet is fine, he argued; it’s we the people who have become “an evolutionary cul-de-sac, a surface nuisance.”
“This place [Earth] is eating itself alive,” he said in an interview when pressed on this point. “I like applying the entropic principle from science to this country, this civilization. I think it is slowly disintegrating. For me, it isn’t the fact of the disintegration so much as the act of it, watching it, seeing it. It is a freak show. And in this country you get a front-row seat. And some of us have notebooks.”
It was hard to imagine another comedian who could draw an audience from so many generations or one who had been as successful for as long – at least without the benefit of a long-running prime-time television series or a movie career as a leading man.
“You can’t really find somebody that has been so prolific, so ‘on the scene,’ so popular and cutting-edge as Carlin,” said the comedian Richard Lewis, who knew Mr. Carlin since the early 1970’s, when asked to comment before Carlin’s 13th HBO special. “He is the Rolling Stones of stand-up. There are a lot of comics working 40 years who might have added 10 jokes to their act over that time,” he said. “Carlin treats every HBO special like a gallery opening.”
Although some criticized parts of his later work as too contentious, Mr. Carlin defended the material, insisting that his comedy had always been driven by an intolerance for the shortcomings of humanity and society. “Scratch any cynic,” he said, “and you’ll find a disappointed idealist.”
Still, when pushed to explain the pessimism and overt spleen that had crept into his act, he quickly reaffirmed the zeal that inspired his lists of complaints and grievances. “I don’t have pet peeves,” he said, correcting the interviewer. And with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he added, “I have major, psychotic hatreds.”
He prowled about the stage like some ever-so-slightly crazed but undeniably sharp street person, a modern-day combination of Jeremiah and Diogenes. The anger was at once real and something of a smokescreen. Behind the curtain, operating the controls, was a deeply concerned and compassionate man, more sentimental than he would ever admit. “Take care of yourself,” he would shout as he left the stage, “and take care of somebody else.” That perceived core of intense concern enabled him to connect passionately with his audiences – like me.
Unfortuntely there will not be another George Carlin HBO special, another bit movie part (like in the “Bill and Ted” movies) or another interview. I’ll just keep watching the old ones, laughing at how absurd the world truly is all the while knowing that I’m a disappointed idealist like George. I think that neatly sums up my own sense of humor – I wish the world was a better place and am completely flabbergasted that is not and by all of the bullshit that it is keeping it from being closer to my ideal.
I’d like to thank the NYT and their Decoder Blog as I’ve repurposed a lot of their fine reporting for this post. Thanks Gray Lady!
The Seven Words You Cannot Say on Television:
“I love words. I thank you for hearing my words. I want to tell you something about words that I uh, I think is important. I love..as I say, they’re my work, they’re my play, they’re my passion. Words are all we have really.
We have thoughts, but thoughts are fluid. You know, [humming]. And, then we assign a word to a thought, [clicks tongue]. And we’re stuck with that word for that thought. So be careful with words. I like to think, yeah, the same words that hurt can heal. It’s a matter of how you pick them.
There are some people that aren’t into all the words. There are some people who would have you not use certain words. Yeah, there are 400,000 words in the English language, and there are seven of them that you can’t say on television. What a ratio that is. 399,993 to seven. They must really be bad. They’d have to be outrageous, to be separated from a group that large. All of you over here, you seven. Bad words. That’s what they told us they were, remember? ‘That’s a bad word.’ ‘Awwww.’ There are no bad words. Bad thoughts. Bad Intentions.
And words, you know the seven don’t you? Shit, Piss, Fuck, Cunt, Cocksucker, Motherfucker, and Tits, huh? Those are the heavy seven. Those are the ones that will infect your soul, curve your spine and keep the country from winning the war.
Shit, Piss, Fuck, Cunt, Cocksucker, Motherfucker, and Tits, wow. Tits doesn’t even belong on the list, you know. It’s such a friendly sounding word. It sounds like a nickname. ‘Hey, Tits, come here. Tits, meet Toots, Toots, Tits, Tits, Toots.’ It sounds like a snack doesn’t it? Yes, I know, it is, right. But I don’t mean the sexist snack, I mean, New Nabisco Tits. The new Cheese Tits, and Corn Tits and Pizza Tits, Sesame Tits Onion Tits, Tater Tits, Yeah. Betcha can’t eat just one. That’s true I usually switch off . But I mean that word does not belong on the list.
Actually, none of the words belong on the list, but you can understand why some of them are there. I am not completely insensitive to people’s feelings. You know, I can dig why some of those words got on the list…like cocksucker and motherfucker. Those are…those are heavy-weight words. There’s a lot going on there, man. Besides the literal translation and the emotional feeling. They’re just busy words. There’s a lot of syllables to contend with. And those K’s. Those are aggressive sounds, they jump out at you. CocksuckerMotherfuckerCocksucker. It’s like an assault, on you. So I can dig that.
And we mentioned shit earlier, of course. Two of the other 4-letter Anglo-Saxon words are Piss and Cunt, which go together of course. But forget about that. A little accidental humor there. Piss and Cunt. The reason Piss and Cunt are on the list is that a long time ago certain ladies said ‘Those are the two I am not going to say. I don’t mind Fuck and Shit, but P and C are out. P and C are out.’ Which led to such stupid sentences as ‘OK, you fuckers, I am going to tinkle now.’
And of course the word Fuck. The word Fuck, I don’t really…well, this is some more accidental humor, but I don’t really want to get into that now. Because I think it takes too long. But I do mean that. I mean, I think the word fuck is an important word. It’s the beginning of life, and, yet it’s a word we use to hurt one other, quite often. And uh, people much wiser than I have said, I’d rather have my son watch a film with two people making love than two people trying to kill one other. And I of course agree. I wish I know who said it first, and I agree with that. But I would like to take it a step further. I would like to substitute the word fuck, for the word kill in all those movie cliches we grew up with. ‘Okay Sheriff, we’re gonna fuck ya now. But we’re gonna fuck ya slow.’ So maybe next year I’ll have a whole fuckin’ rap on that word. I hope so.
Uh, there are two-way words, but those are the seven you can never say on television. Under any circumstances you just can not say them ever, ever ever, not even clinically. You can not weave them in the panel with Doc and Ed and Johnny, I mean it’s just impossible, forget those seven, they’re out.
But, there are some two-way words. There are double-meaning words. Remember the ones your giggled at in sixth grade? ‘And the cock crowed three times.”Hey, the cock the cock crowed three times. It’s in the bible.’ There are some Two-way words, like it’s okay for Curt Gowdy [mis-spelled in original transcription. -ed.] to say ‘Roberto Clemente has two balls on him.’ But he can’t say, ‘I think he hurt his balls on that play Tony, don’t you? He’s holding them. He must have hurt them by God.’ And the other two-way word that goes with that one is prick. It’s okay if it happens to your finger. Yes, you can prick your finger, but don’t finger your prick. No, no.”