Monthly Archives: March 2009

Tuesday Filler: Why Must I Cry?

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As the warm spring breezes begin to blow and the evergreens shake off their winter coats, I think it’s important that we don’t get too high on our good fortune. Let’s remember that there are good people out there who will befriend ghetto children, only to see those ghetto children return time and again to a life of crime. There are also people out there who father twins with women they do not love.

Then there’s Reh Dogg, who combines those themes into a homemade music video that might be the magnum opus of the new American century:

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Someone’s been a bad girl

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spankingThe foundation of a long and happy relationship is built from equal parts honesty and compassion.

Oh, and spanking.

Turns out those weirdos who lurk in chat rooms in dark corners of the Internet trading fantasies about Catholic school, Taiwanese prison, and the Mitt Romney presidential campaign may be on to something. According to the New Scientist, couples that flay together stay together:

SPANKING is stressful at first, but it could bring consenting couples closer together. That’s the implication of two studies of hormonal changes associated with sadomasochistic (S&M) activities including spanking, bondage and flogging.

Brad Sagarin at Northern Illinois University in DeKalb and colleagues measured levels of the stress hormone cortisol in 13 men and women at an S&M party in Arizona, before, during and after participating in activities. During S&M scenes, cortisol rose significantly in those receiving stimulation, but dropped back to normal within 40 minutes if the scene went well. There was no change in those inflicting the activity.

Basically that means that as long as you’re not, like, actually beating on each other, spanking and bondage and stuff can actually boost the bond between couples.

Of course there are always the haters that try to take a good, sexy science news story and tie it up with saddle leather and whip it into submission:

Richard Wiseman, a psychologist at the University of Hertfordshire in Hatfield, UK, adds that almost any shared activity is likely to promote interpersonal closeness. “It doesn’t have to be tying up your partner or placing clamps on their nipples, it could be something as simple as cooking a meal together or even doing the housework as a duo,” he says.

Frankly I don’t see why all of these activities can’t be combined into one. Oh yeah, you love the way I beat those eggs, don’t you girl? Yeah…. they’ve been naughty…. wait what are you doing with the vacuum cleaner? You’re gonna break it. No seriously, stop — you’re gonna…. Oh great. Nice job. Now how are we going to get all this parsley out of the carpet?

Spanking ‘brings couples together’ [New Scientist]


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Watch out for Russian junk

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russian_rocketLate on Sunday evening, people from Maryland to North Carolina reported a fiery streak overhead that illuminated the sky, then disappeared, followed by at least one large explosion.

But don’t worry, everybody — it wasn’t a meteor or anything scary like that. Just a discarded Russian rocket, according to the U.S. Naval Observatory:

Geoff Chester, an astronomer with the observatory, said the projected reentry path of the booster for a Soyuz rocket matched up with the timing and location of eyewitness reports from Hampton Roads.

“The final orbit for this thing took it smack over you guys when all the fun was happening,” Chester said.

I’m glad someone thinks that being confronted with fiery Russian junk is “fun.” I’m guessing Geoff Chester was never invited backstage at the Bolshoi Ballet like I was. Trust me, you do not want to see Vladimir the contortionist’s version of Uncle Vanya.

Rocket trash? Meteor? Explosion cause may never be known [PilotOnline]

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British people giving us fewer reasons to love them

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While their empire disappeared faster than a plate of bubble and squeak at an RAF reunion, the British have always provided the world with a surfeit of  awesomely giggletastic surnames for us to mock.

Who hasn’t chortled at the thought of boarding the tube at Piccadilly and running into old Eton chums like Phineas T. Ramsbottom and Nigel Hornblower?

Bernard Nipplestamp, my old headmaster at the St. Hubbins School for Spry Young Vicars

But unfortunately the age of silly British last names is quickly coming to an end, as some change their names and others run for the border:

A study found the number of people with the name Cock shrank to 785 last year from 3,211 in 1881, those called Balls fell to 1,299 from 2,904 and the number of Deaths were reduced to 605 from 1,133.

People named Smellie decreased by 70 percent, Dafts by 51 percent, Gotobeds by 42 percent, Shufflebottoms by 40 percent, and Cockshotts by 34 percent, said Richard Webber, visiting professor of geography at King’s College, London.

Comparing the popularity of names in Britain from the 1881 census to today, researchers found that the top 6 surnames were exactly the same — Smith, Jones, Williams, Brown, Taylor, and Davies. Asian names like Wang have grown preciptiously during the past few decades.

Oh well. At least we still have the Dutch to make fun of. Isn’t that right, Countess von Fingerplunk?

Britain running out of Cocks [Metro UK]


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Breaking News: People Argue Over Shit

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Living the life of an reclusive eccentric billionaire has its advantages, to be sure. But spending my days secure in a (extradition-free) mountain redoubt also leaves me regrettably isolated from the rest of society.

That’s why I turn to the Fashion & Style section of the New York Times to keep me abreast of how the lesser classes (that would be you) spend their days. For example, yesterday I learned that the high tech movie rental service Netflix is driving a wedge betwixt married people everywhere.

No, really. That’s what it says:

leonardBut for many couples, the queue — the computer list of which films will arrive next in the mail, after those at home are returned — is as important as everything else that spouses and other varieties of significant others share, from pet names to closet space to the bathroom. For some, this is fine. For others, the queue is the new toilet seat that somebody left up.

The article then quotes a gentleman whose wife refused to watch The English Patient for a full six months. The couple — by now almost certainly on the verge of divorce — finally returned the DVD unwatched.

And somewhere in heaven, an cherub was born with AIDS.

Unfortunately, the aforementioned rift is not the only one. According to the article, acrimony over the Netflix queue is in a giant tie for first place on the list of stupid ass shit husbands and wives argue over:

Mr. Marino and Ms. Miller are not alone. Far from it. Men and women from perfectly happy partnerships report their own dysfunctional cohabitation within the confines of the queue. Once upon a time, these sorts of disagreements were sorted out in the aisles of a video store, before a movie was selected. Now, when the conversation begins, it’s already too late.


This is why I simply trade from my DVD collection with Kim Jong Il. His taste is surprisingly girlish, but at least he returns things on time.

Hey, Who Ordered ‘Gigli’? [NYT]

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The New York Dolls will bring us together

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The New York Dolls are one of the most influential bands of the rock and roll era — arguably the earliest progenitors of both punk and glam rock.


They are also the bridge that brings far flung enemies together.

Consider the case of Anthony Bourdain — irrascible travel show host and member in good standing of the Pax Arcana pantheon of greatness — and squawky dog food peddler and sloppy joe connoisseur Rachael Ray. For years, Ray has been the preeminent receiver of Bourdain’s sour scorn for all things dumbed-down in the food world.

(Basically, Bourdain is pissed that smart, sophisticated food shows like Molto Mario were unceremoniously dropped from the Food Network in favor of saccharine lightweight fare like Ray’s 30 Minute Meals and the abysmal Semi-Homemade with Sandra Lee, who we have previously described as a “witless cyborg swamp monster.” Ray catches most of the shit from Bourdain in part because she has been a breakout success, but also because her relentlessly chipper personality is the perfect foil for Bourdain’s gloomy demeanor.)

But then Bourdain heard that Ray — who is apparently a huge music fan — was hosting yet another SXSW party this year. And that her guest list included the New York Dolls. On his Facebook page, Bourdain lamented that Ray also loved a band he considers central to his musical sensibilities:

“This development … following hot on the heels of Rachael saying nice things about me on ‘Nightline’ [she told interviewer Cynthia McFadden that she “absolutely loves” Bourdain and has “an enormous amount of respect” for him] has caused me no small amount of confusion, panic and misery. I don’t know whether to go out and shoot a puppy, or send Rachael a fruit basket. It just does me no good at all to think of Rachael as a Dolls fan. It’s really only a matter of time now until my daughter looks up from her grilled cheese and says ‘Yummo!!’”

Ray responded by sending Bourdain an actual fruit basket. Bourdain then posted a sincere note on his Travel Channel blog thanking her, and edging ever closer toward rapprochement:

My daughter quickly tore into the grapes, saving me from the humiliating business of doing an impromptu “Dancy Dance” from Yo Gabba Gabba (a strategy that has been known to work in situations of similar extremis). I thank you for your kindness to someone who has shown you no good reason for such a thing, your good humor — and for appreciating the New York Dolls.

Now, I’ve never hated Rachael Ray as much as Bourdain (or half of the other people I’ve known), but frankly I don’t know whether to feel joy or remorse at this development. As much as I love to see old enemies bury the hatchet, very few have ever wielded that hatchet quite as well as Bourdain. It was a joy to watch.

At least we still Guy Fieri to shit on. Man, fuck that guy.

Dear Rachael [Bourdain Blog]
Anthony Bourdain stirs up trouble with Rachael Ray [Daily News]


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Saturday filler: A combination of two of my favorite things

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I love The Dugout. I love Wilco.

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