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Earlier this week I got involved in Facebook discourse regarding suitable materiel for the George W. Bush Presidential Library. Upon reading the assertion that Dr. Seuss might be a little highbrow, I found myself in disagreement. Seuss would be fine as long as there were ready adaptations more pertinent to the political realities faced by the outgoing administration.

In evidence, I offered the following:

I do not like him, Rahm-I-Am,
I do not like that Kenyan man.
I do not like his Yes We Can,
I do not like him on Iran, 

I do not, will not, change or hope.
I will not read him “My Pet Goat”
I do not like his big blue map
I also think his VP’s crap.

I think he’s wrong on education
And his misunderestimation
Of my entire eight-year span,
I do not like him, Rahm-I-Am!

I do not like his stimulus,
He’s weak on defense, what a wuss!
He won’t sign a gay marriage ban.
I do not like that Kenyan man.

They say his middle name’s Hussein -
I’d rather go with John McCain
Or maybe Sarah, she’s a cutie
I really like her… sense of duty.

I’ll always back the GOP
No matter what they do to me
I am a staunch Republican,
I do not like him, Rahm-I-Am!

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I’m following some unusual advice today, from the good folks at On Your Feet:

“Go through your entire day visualizing that you have a personal giant robot that protects you, defends you and gives you outrageous compliments.”

It sounded like fun. And I’m going to liveblog it so you can see all the action as it happens.

7:00am Alarm clock went off. Reached out to silence it and came terrifyingly close to pressing wrong button. Was saved by giant robot who quickly grabbed alarm clock and threw it out of window at such velocity that it left Earth’s atmosphere and took out Chinese spy satellite. May get DOD commendation. How’s that for Chinese takeout?                     

Robot says I am really good at sleeping and snore in a delightful basso profundo

oyf-giant-robot                     

Illustration copyright ©2006 Gary Hirsch

7:36am Getting curious about robot’s programming. Intentionally turned water in shower as hot as possible to watch robot decide between letting water scald me or risking electrocuting me by getting in way. Robot instead saved me with strategic deployment of shower curtain.

Robot says I have the deviousness to be one of the best evil masterminds in a generation and by the way my dick is enormous.

Am beginning to be quite fond of robot.

8:34am Commuting. Robot is allowing me to focus on my driving by taking over the duty of flipping off the other drivers.

Robot is also equipped with a satellite Internet connection which allows it to take dictation from me and update this liveblog accordingly.

9:16am Am now at work. Colleagues are cowering in fear of giant robot. Also having to dodge pieces of dislodged ceiling.

Have instructed robot to soothe colleagues’ nerves by giving them a few compliments as well. Team have been duly informed that they are awesome.

Robot whispering to me that I’m still awesomer.

Like robot. Need to name robot.

9:57am Have been informed by customer that the website work I spent the entirety of yesterday doing isn’t necessary after all and please undo it. Giant robot held me down so that my fit of rage would not be too detrimental to my health, provided cushion so that I could safely slam head repeatedly against desk, then procured me vodka and strong coffee and vodka again.

Robot tells me that I am an XML wizard and JavaScript god. This helps. Quite motivational.

Have decided to name robot Bunny. Bunny tells me he loves it and I’m a genius but I think he is having a harder time giving me compliments now.

10:33am Have been offered $3,000,000 for Bunny by Toyota. Not impressed.

Bunny says I’m the bestest for not selling him. Not sure how to break it to him that I think they might come back with a better offer.

10:54am Have now been offered $8,000,000 by a coalition of Republican Congresspeople to sell them Bunny so that they can say what they actually think and let Bunny keep Rush Limbaugh’s ego stoked.

Not selling. Bunny could crush Limbaugh.

Hmm. Idea has potential, though.

10:55am Have been offered $8,000,001 by Congressional Democrats to have Bunny crush Limbaugh.

11:08am Liking the Dems’ offer better. They need to stop with the razor-thin margins of victory, though.

Drinking a Dr Pepper. Bunny seems a little confused that it contains neither doctors nor peppers. Have explained the pleasure of carbonated drinks and Bunny now wants to try one because if I like them they must be wicked good.

11:14am Ever seen a giant robot with hiccups? This is pretty fucking hysterical.

Bunny tells me I have quite nice eyebrows. Compliments seeming a little forced again.

11:27am Have decided that Bunny is a stupid name for a giant robot. Now accepting suggestions for names in comments here, on Facebook and on Twitter. For now, he is Giant Robot again.

Giant robot liking me more now that hiccups have subsided and name is no longer Bunny.

11:47am Suggestions so far are “Fred the Robot”, “Distructor”, “Lucinda” and “Circuits O’Toole”. Am also considering “Mister Sexypants”, “Giant Robert” and “Crush Limbaugh”.

12:21pm Great names all, but the winner is “Circuits O’Toole”, suggested by @blueslives on Twitter.

Circuits thinks you rock. He also thinks I rock, but we’ve established that.

12:36pm Pointed out to Circuits that the ‘protect and defend’ part of his job doesn’t seem to be happening very much. He pointed out to me that I am not in very much danger in my cube at work, but he read on my old blog that someone was plotting my demise in a copier-related ‘accident’ and is thus very alert when I walk past the print room on my way to the restroom.

12:37pm Circuits just offered to hold it for me the next time I go to the restroom. Politely declined.

12:38pm Circuits now looking minorly dejected. Explained things like personal space and comfort zone and other emotional-spatial metaphors, but these are tough concepts for a giant robot to grasp.

Wishing I hadn’t used the word ‘grasp’. Imagery still unsettling.

Going to lunch. If I do not return within an hour, please send me a @message on Twitter, and Circuits will come rescue me from something.

1:20pm Back. Accidentally choked on peanut butter sandwich. Circuits administered rather enthusiastic Heimlich.

Ow. Want my blankie.

1:48pm Doing better now. Practicing sign language. Circuits is complimenting me on how well I do the macarena. Now I know he’s lying. If I were doing the macarena, I would be signing biscuit biscuit monkey monkey blue blue walk walk house sky crotch. And I’m not.

2:12pm Told Circuits the news that I get to become a US citizen in 2 weeks’ time. He is very thrilled for me and says I’ll be such a great American that I’ll be voted in as President even if I don’t run. Told him about Article II. He thinks they’ll change it for me.

2:33pm Accident in print room! Went in there to get a document and a member of the maintenance crew suddenly stood up from behind the copier. Circuits grabbed him and fed him THROUGH the machine.

I hope at least one of him is OK.

3:07pm Helped maintenance guy back to his usual building. Via interoffice mail.

Circuits thinks that was really nice of me and I should be given a medal of some sort.

3:16pm Novelty has worn off. Coffee also. Circuits starting to irritate me.

3:20pm Circuits now starting to piss me off rather a lot. Is currently singing “Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah” over and over again because he’s so thrilled at being around me. Probably a bad idea to stab the large electrical object.

3:26pm AUGH this sodding robot is more annoying than Microsoft’s little paperclip guy.

3:31pm Procured high-powered electromagnet from manufacturing department.

3:35pm Trapped Circuits in place and dropped a large copier/printer unit on him, pulverizing him completely except for one small piece of arm. Not worried about it. Even if the Terminator thing happened, he could then annoy someone else.

3:38pm Just realized I could have sold him to the GOP instead of squishing him, and been eight million bucks richer. Fuck.

3:39pm Got papercut while getting document from other copier in print room. Stings like heck.

Circuits would have prevented that.

Kind of miss him. Rest In Peace, Circuits O’Toole. Or more likely in pieces. But I’d prefer peace.

3:40pm Guess Giant Robot Day is over. If you’re still reading, get a life or something. It’s Friday afternoon, for goodness’ sake. But thanks.

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As the sun sets on one of the most amusing double-entendre-fests ever to grace cable news, we should perhaps ask one question: was it worth it?

Did the teabagging work?

I think we have definitely seen a stiffening of the Republican Party’s resolve. There was some question over whether they could keep it up, but they took a potentially hairy issue and found an innovative way to come to grips with it.

I think ultimately the teabagging phenomenon is a symptom of a deeper malaise affecting the party as a whole. Michael Steele in particular needs to be a lot more rigid. Some days it seems he wants to have it both ways, other days it’s like he doesn’t want it at all. Mind you, to be fair, he has to contend for the head job with Rush Limbaugh, and you just know Limbaugh has to be a bear to be up against.

OK, done now. For real.

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SpamWow

My Gmail account has been receiving its share of spam email. It’s not a huge amount, and it’s all filtered out of my Inbox, so I don’t care that much.

But yesterday I went perusing the subject lines in that Junk mail folder, and it was wonderful.

I would love to be able to draw even so well as to do something akin to the long-dormant spamusement.com – but instead, I shall attempt to discern the meanings behind the subject lines.

 

Don’t let your organ let you down

   Because if that high E flat is out of tune as you try to perform Eine Kleine Nachtmusik, Mozart will rise from the grave and beat you to death with a shovel.

Nothing can seduce women faaster than a … 

   … redundant A.

Put your doughnut in her oven

    Buns are just so passé. 

What was the idea?

    Bacon-scented douches. It really didn’t convince the marketing team.

Your clothes are upside down.

   Kudos – or something – on being able to fit your waist through the head hole of that sweater. However, I may never be able to figure out exactly what you’ve done with those pants.

Your perfect wow gift

   A ShamWow, now with free punch in the face.

Common habits of successful CEOs

   …none of which you will ever be able to afford. You’ll just have to take it from us that doing blow off a Swedish stripper’s rear on your private jet is a really great experience. Can’t wait to tell my buddies in Congress.

North Korean submarine fired a missle

   Km Jong L descrbed as ecstatc wth results. In related news, alphabet atrophy; is it real, and are you at risk?

A giant, snow-covered banjo

   was found Tuesday morning next to the body of a slain yeti. Other area yeti disavow any responsibility for the tragic death, but insist that “dude had it coming. Fifteen years and he still couldn’t play the fucking Deliverance theme.”

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Brandverbing

Some time back, I was talking with some of my Xerox colleagues about a particular admonition dispensed during orientation:  that Xerox is a noun and must by no means be used as a verb. When I was five, before I had ever heard of Xerox Corporation, I remember my piano teacher telling me to “xerox the score to this piece of music so you have a copy to take home with you”. Since then, I have encountered the verb ‘to xerox’ a remarkable number of times.

At first I wondered what the problem was with verbing the company’s venerable name, but I get it now. Xerox makes a lot more than just photocopiers, and as such using ‘Xerox’ as a verb does very much constitute brand dilution.

Xerox me this, Google me that

Now it seems that Google has become concerned about the same thing, and I am again a little confused.

Xerox’s copiers are not its primary source of revenue. The profit margins on them are not as high as on other products.

Google, on the other hand, is about search, first and foremost. So surely they should be thrilled to hear that people frequently google for a given subject. Before they became the behemoth in the field, people didn’t “yahoo” things, they didn’t “lycos” anything, they didn’t “altavista” or “hotbot” or “webcrawler” or “inktomi”. They just searched. And when Google rose up to dominate the industry, it was only natural that their name would become synonymous with search.

In their case, I truly cannot see how it is a bad thing.

I do, however, see a great deal of potential in further verbing of company names, or (as the subject of this post would suggest) “brandverbing”.

Leaving yourself enough time to Burger King before you United is usually a good idea.

Budweisering before you Toyota, perhaps not so much.

And now I need to go and Starbucks before my brain completely LehmanBrotherses.

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Some of the products out there just baffle me.

It seems that one can now buy reusable latex foreskins for a different experience. (Thanks to Andrew over on Facebook for the link.)

All together now: “please be gentile with me”…

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Sometimes, there are T-shirts one absolutely must have.

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Chinese Restaurant Menu

Most of us have seen menus at foreign restaurants and found a “quirky” translation or two, but the menu in this post really has to take the crown.

“Fuck silk” is an entertaining notion, certainly, but I don’t know that I want to eat it.

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Title of the post.

Beginning of long, rambling anecdote involving either a car, a pet or a bizarre sexual accident.

Digression into discussion of one of the others of these three.

Continuation of anecdote, now with a number of emoticons. :)

Total tangent. angsty!whiny!Fanperson ranting about how long it’s going to be before the next movie/book/series which is their fandom’s lifeblood comes out. This paragraph is OMG!full of random ‘netspeak’ acronyms, LOL.

On the subject of fanfic, a broken link which, when fixed, points to a fanfic written by post’s author, in which we discover the startling revelation that the original creator of the characters was OBVIOUSLY wrong, and Characters A and B were simply destined to have much!much!buttsex.

Revelation of what kind of elephant the poster is! Picture of this kind of elephant. Like you’d know the difference.

Hop into brief shout-outs to a number of readers who are probably still cringing at the previous paragraphs.

Article adjective subject adverbly verbed article object, conjunction negation verb preposition.

Total failure to finish anecdote.

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When a big pizza pie hits you in the eye, that’s extremely painful and should not be compared to the moon.

Especially if there are anchovies.

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