Russell Brand used to creep me out so much, but in the last few years he has really let both his intellect and his compassion shine through in his comedy.

This Joke About a Sponsor's Nazi Ties Got Russell Brand Banned from the GQ Awards After-Party



Contender.

QUALITY.














Photostream of Haunted House Patrons

omg *love*













CAPTCHArt

When Trevor and I moved to the Bay Area almost 10 years ago, a family member who shall remain nameless chastised us for moving to "the modern-day Sodom and Gomorrah." Still another warned us about not succumbing to Communist ideology. I've gotten some serious mileage out of those two quite serious but ultimately dated admonishments! But we chose the Bay for a reason, and to put it simply it is because we're social progressives (and we love great food!) -- which I suppose could be seen as in line with the things our well-intentioned relatives warned us about.

Even so, it goes without saying that all at once I absolutely love, and can totally hate on, the permissive, "accepting" culture here. Love because I am all about people loving who they want and being who they want; hate because when taken to extremes this can make people become ironically strict in how they feel you should interact with them, e.g naked people covered in mineral oil trying to force you to hug them lest they accuse you of being "clothing-centric" (for real, yo -- courtesy How Berkeley Can You Be?, and reason 5,709,432 why I live in Oakland)

But even so, I must be pretty jaded, because this is the first time I've ever really thought to myself, "only in San Francisco" (even though that's not really true).

Regardless of what you think about flash mobs, you've got to love this.



I suppose it also helps that I hate hipsters, and love my Oaktown yo!

I think I love this more than the original. And I love it more and more every time I watch it.

Golden Gate Bridge vs. Mega Shark = teh best

Louis C. K. is awesome.



"Give it a second! It's going to space!" -- brilliant.

And he's so right about rotary phones. Oi, those phone numbers with zeros! I used a rotary phone until I moved out of my parents' house. I remember going to the pay phone so I could use a touch-tone phone to register for my community college classes.

I think I love this guy.

I love my honey-pie, but I'm considering not only polygamy with Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert but also having their gay babies after reading their latest in EW.

Apparently if the Democrats win the White House in November, I'm set, because it'll be anything goes! ;P

Om Nom Nom Nom.

Haha!

University of Calgary, Department of Economics Discussion Paper 2007-08 -- On the Efficiency of AC/DC: Bon Scott versus Brian Johnson

I would, however, argue that the superior lyrics to "Shoot to Thrill" are at the root of any effect deemed more desirable vs. "It's a Long Way to the Top (If You Wanna Rock & Roll)."

In Houston, a Texan protesting amnesty for illegal immigrants argues that anyone who can't master English doesn't deserve to live in America.

I've been trying desperately to become a regular reader of the Freakonomics blog at the New York Times. Always a thought-provoking read, but dude, I just can't seem to keep up!

So, in the tradition of my lateness in all things, and my wanton ignorance of the internet space-time continuum -- where one day in internet time is like, 5 years, thus rendering anything you discover posted from three days ago an instant fossil...

This post from a few days ago on the sometimes distinctive African-American naming process (along with their nod to the Freakonomics chapter Perfect Parenting, Part II; or: Would a Roshanda by Any Other Name Smell as Sweet?) -- which chronicles whether or not distinctive and misunderstood names set children up for failure or success -- was a HOOT.

Why? Because it led me to the one of the mightiest of blogs: The Peoples News.

I am dying. Dying, I say! Go now!

Haha, you know it had to be coming sooner or later. Hot on the heels of Stuff White People Like, looky here, it's Stuff Asian People Like.

Hoarding, Bargains, Honda Civics, White Guys -- the truth is all there.

Oi, it's Stuff White People Like.

I agree with my Extremely White English Friend who sent this to my hubby: you two are so PWNED!

Oh glorious April 2008 issue of Vanity Fair!

























Who Says Women Aren't Funny?

Certainly, the rewards of wit are not nearly as ample for women as for men, and sometimes funny women are actually penalized. Not everything has changed since 1885, when educator Kate Sanborn tried to refute the conventional male wisdom in her book The Wit of Women. Sanborn pointed out that women have good reason to keep their one-liners to themselves. “No man likes to have his story capped by a better and fresher from a lady’s lips,” she wrote. “What woman does not risk being called sarcastic and hateful if she throws the merry dart or engages in a little sharp-shooting. No, no, it’s dangerous—if not fatal.”

Or as Joan Rivers puts it, “Men find funny women threatening. They ask me, ‘Are you going to be funny in bed?’?”

...

It used to be that women were not funny. Then they couldn’t be funny if they were pretty. Now a female comedian has to be pretty—even sexy—to get a laugh.

...

There has been a epochal change even from 20 years ago, when female stand-up comics mostly complained about the female condition—cellulite and cellophane—and Joan Rivers and Roseanne Barr perfectly represented the two poles of acceptable female humor: feline self-derision or macho-feminist ferocity.

Comedy has changed on sitcoms, in clubs, and on Saturday Night Live. The repertoire of women isn’t limited to self-loathing or man-hating anymore; the humor is more eclectic, serene, and organic.

Love Annie Leibovitz's shots of some of my favorite smart, funny, feminist women -- Amy Poehler, Amy Sedaris, Sarah Silverman, and Tina Fey -- done up like some the most tragic yet high-profile examples of our gender: casualties of celebrity or unformed, outdated, and patriarchal ideas of power and womanhood:













Check the spot-on Amy Winehouse in Sarah Silverman:













My only gripe -- where is my beloved Margaret Cho?

Haha, this guy is brilliant!



BTW, my parents are also really nice people, muthaf#%ker!

Recently reminded of one of my favorite comic strips EVAH.

I really love PartiallyClips in general, but this one has been on my fridge for years. Thanks to the Stresstaster, and his first concert, for the reminder.

In this episode...

Oh sweet mother of everything holy and fun:



...accompanied by a hefty side of WTF?

...and washed down with this exchange between my hubby and a patron at his library gig:

Patron: I need a law dictionary.

Hubby: Here you go (hands patron Black's Law Dictionary).

Patron walks away and sits down at a table, but then immediately returns to the reference desk.

Patron: Uh, can I have a smaller law dictionary? A law dictionary?

Hubby: Oh, so you want a smaller, little dictionary?

Patron: Yes, and this says Black's Law Dictionary, but I'm not black.

:D