Sinus Out

Generally I'm lucky enough not to be afflicted by illness, just bizarre lower leg pains and injuries and occasional bouts of whatthefuckiswrongwithourworld. Speaking to the latter I get both the "then" and "now" strains, and hell I'm not immune to the future one either. But when I am afflicted by traditionally defined illness, it tends to be my sinuses. Turns out it's not that fun to be under pressure and it makes me glad I don't have other afflictions of the head. Which is to say: headaches, migraines, and others of the ilk. There's plenty else wrong with my head.

At any rate, let's head on over to these by the time I've gotten around to posting them no longer recent WBEZ ads about making babies, like the one below.

First of all, babies are created not made. What's that you say, those are synonyms? I agree. I just felt like making a very idiotically contentious statement in order to make my actual criticism seem less ridiculous. Apparently some folks in the LGBT community felt these ads were exclusionary, but no one seems to be put out (truthfully I didn't google very hard) by the contention that listening to WBEZ makes you smart. I mean, it's a good association to make from the WBEZ standpoint. "Hey listeners, you already listen? Cool, well we're saying you're smart." And if you don't listen, it's all, "Well shouldn't I go and listen to this radio station so I'll be perceived as smart?" Or maybe it's, "Eff you WBEZ, I don't listen to your station, and I'm still smart." Actually, it's probably none of these because I'm already tired of my own analysis. Too bad (good thing) radio waves make you infertile.

I had all this shit I was going to say about puns, but I just said shit and so I should go clean up my language.

I suggest you take this opportunity to go nerm. Don't know what nerming is? That's because, aside from being some sort of chemistry event, a DJ, and a poorly defined and reviewed entry in urban dictionary, I thought it was a word I made up. I suppose not, even if my definition has yet to land on the internet. It seems a reasonable certainty it'll stay that way.

Right, time to go before this blows more than my nose.

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www.quitchabitchin.com. Yes, every now and then the level of complaining I see when I'm listening into a conversation or perusing social networks gets me a little down so that I end up complaining about people complaining. This is not to say I don't complain about other things, but really, if you complain about really silly shit, please take the opportunity at times to acknowledge you are complaining about some really silly shit. Shiiiiiiiiiiiit...

In this instance the complaint in particular that spawned my ire was the bevy of teachers wishing for a snow day. Yes, we all remember being kids and hoping for a snow day. Heck, I actually kind of liked school, just not the getting up early part, and I still was down with snow days. But once that is your job and it is the kind of job where you are supposed to be inspiring children, or at least helping them in some regard, shouldn't you want to be going in? Or maybe we have different ideas about what a snowday is #cocaine. That's a bad pun wrapped in a twitter joke. It's been a while since I've explained a joke on here. Explaining jokes is my favorite.

Anywho, speaking of shit, the other day one of my homies alerted me to this little piece in The Awl about a Chinese restaurant with a restroom theme. That is to say a restaurant in China with decor that ranges from toilet seating to urinals on the walls. The menu is loaded with ill-named dishes.


Here's a look, courtesy of the original article.

The most wonderful quote closes that article, so good in fact that I had to bring it here. The words of a female student:
"I originally went in because I thought it was a toilet but then discovered it was a restaurant and decided to give it a try," she said.

The place is pretty much right up my alley. I am well-known amongst friends for talking extensively about bowel movements, getting a good kick out of a loud or awful-smelling fart, and so on. The throne room is one of my favorite places to check morning email. I'm sorry if that means maybe you don't want to borrow my laptop, but then it's not like I'm using the thing to wipe. Even eating in the bathroom, it's not as if you're eating off of the surfaces there, just within the confines of the space.

With no real clever segue in mind, I advise y'all to check out Alex Ebert (of Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros) track Truth from his forthcoming solo album. It's got a very "Good Song" vibe in my estimation, and that's a good thing. I don't always like Blur, but when I do...And since I drop links to youtube in here with some frequency and I know how some of us out there might feel about the ads and whatnot, I'm throwing out this link for those who aren't in the know about quietube. I actually don't use it, but probably should. Instead I just mute my sound and do something else for 15 seconds.

I've been trying to stay on top of the news more in 2011, and it really seems like I'm not missing much in browsing the Google News that goes directly to my Safari toolbar. It did lead me to this Business Week article, however, on the stock implications of Steve Jobs' medical leave. It just seems incredibly sad to me that rather than a concern about Jobs' actual health, the focus is on how his absence will affect Apple shareholders. F#ckers.

Last but not least because I want to end on a high note, here's a choice read about good old Keanu Reeves. Journalistic bias be damned, if you don't like Keanu after that, you might not have a soul. Rock on Johnny Utah, Neo, Ted, and so much more...