Showing posts with label misc. Show all posts
Showing posts with label misc. Show all posts

7.18.2010

10 ways to end it (and spare their feelings)

i've always been a fan of creative breakup ideas to stir things up in a stagnant relationship. the first time i decided to blindside someone was all the way back in the eighth grade after dating a boy for a year and a half. i was bored, i was like ten times more mature than he was, insert other things that annoyed me here, etc. so being incredibly creative (and demonstrating aforementioned exceptional maturity level) i decided the best way to say sayonara was via that michelle branch song entitled 'goodbye to you'. because let's face it, singer/songwriters can just say things way better than i can. i handed him the cd and told him to listen to the last song as he was getting on his bus to go home. long story short he got the message, and he regarded me disdainfully (rightfully so as there were no real warning signs indicating i was about to stomp all over his feelings) for a long time afterward. and that, my friends, was how my train of dysfunctional relationships began.

anyway, if i were in a serious relationship at present, i would very seriously consider using one or more of ten amazing breakup methods concocted by writer/filmmaker mia timpano. there are some really genius solutions to all your relationship woes. i mean, you might come off looking like a lunatic and/or an asshole if you decide to follow through with any of these, but inside you'll know that really you just saved that no longer special someone a whole lot of personal trauma that would have resulted from telling them the truth about why you want to ditch them. i.e. "you're annoying" or "i've just realized how inferior you are" or "did you always look like that?"...you know, things like that.

1. A slow descent into mania is likely to drive any rational human away. Begin by responding to a voice only you can hear. Develop an obvious rapport with the voice. Laugh uncontrollably at everything the invisible person says. If your partner asks what was said, shake your head and say, “It’s private.” Do this every time. If your partner tells a joke, look sincerely confused and say, “Umm, o-kaaaay.” Do this every time. When your partner sits down, say, “You’re sitting on him.” If they move, say, “You’re sitting on him.” If they insist “he” could not occupy two chairs, say, “He moved.” Do this every time.

2. Deny their existence. When they say anything, glance up and around, look slightly puzzled and say, “Hmm, must have been the wind.” Do this every time. If they call, redirect them to customer assistance. Do this every time.

3. Sometimes just the threat of violence is enough to drive someone away. Point at a random member of the public and say, smiling, “Wouldn’t it be funny if we set them on fire?” If they dismiss your suggestion, point out another and say, “Wouldn’t it be funny if we drove a spike through their face?” If they question your bloodlust, look slightly deflated and say, “You’ve changed.”

4. Develop habits that will certainly repulse them. If they loathe meat, for instance, sleep with a full champagne ham wedged between your legs. Move it progressively closer and closer to their face during the night. Ultimately, they should wake to find themself face to face with the ham. Then quickly remove the ham. They should continue to find it in unexpected places — belted into the passenger seat, on the toilet, snoozing on the couch (at this point you should look up and say, “Shhhhh!” then mouth the word “sleeping”).

5. Drive them away by affecting an African-American patois. When you agree with anything, say, “TRUE DAT!” This will get tired extremely quickly.

6. Let them down easy. Explain you simply need something they cannot give. This can of course be anything, so get creative. I need all toes to be webbed. I need you to be lubricated in gravy. I need meat breath.

7. Play dead. If they are convinced, they will grieve and move on. If they are unconvinced, they should be sufficiently annoyed to move on.

8. Insist you are related. If they demand proof of your claim, simply hand them a magic eight ball. It will achieve nothing, but will allow a moment of confusion in which to run away, screaming.

9. Flick any small, hard object at them. Ask, “Did that hurt?” Ignore their response and repeat the process. When they stand to leave and sit elsewhere, shake your head and say, “He moved.”

10. To tell them you hate them personally is offensive and unnecessary. Instead, tell them you hate everything they like and own. Strolling through their house, look clearly annoyed and say, “Tch, Mac. Uh, yeah, ‘cool’. Tch, Pentax. Oooh, ‘it’s a Pentax’. Tch, grapefruit. Yeah, sour, great, I’m so impressed. Tch, a goldfish. What’s he going to do? Swim? Mmmm, great, almost as good as the grapefruit.” They will slowly tire of this and you.

This column was published in Frankie #19 Sept/Oct 2007.

7.16.2010

help me tom cruise. help me rhonda. just help.

i am experiencing an epic hangover this morning. it's debilitating. and i realized that being hungover is not unlike grieving. i can't eat, i can't sleep, i can't move...everything hurts. and the five stages of a hangover are eerily similar to the five stages of grief. let's examine:

five stages of grief:
  • denial, disbelief, numbness
  • anger, blaming others
  • bargaining (for instance "If I am cured of this cancer, I will never smoke again.")
  • depressed mood, sadness, and crying
  • acceptance, coming to terms
five stages of hangover:
  • denial (i feel fine, i'm totally fine), disbelief (wait, what? i can't be THAT hungover...), numbness (i can feel everything and nothing all at once...how is this possible?)
  • anger (i hate being hungover! and i am so angry because of it!), blaming others (why did you make me drink all those drinks? why? why? why? this is all your fault. i wish you weren't my friend.)
  • bargaining (if i am cured of this hangover, i will never ever ever drink ever again.)
  • depressed mood (i hate my life, everything is terrible), sadness (what did it used to feel like before i felt so terrible? i can't even remember! ), crying (how am i supposed to rehydrate when what little h2o i've got is flowing out my eye sockets? how???)
  • acceptance (okay. you're hungover. this is real.), coming to terms (chinese food, tv, couch/bed)
crazy, right? i know. it's like every time this happens, that crazy outraged mall man appears in my brain and just keeps screaming "why? why? why are you so hungover? tell us the reason! why? why are you putting us through this? who gave you the right?" all day long. i don't know why, crazy outraged mall man. i don't know why. and yet i am a repeat offender. ugh. today is going to suck and it is already sucking and i hate it.

7.12.2010

there's no hope with dope or something

saved by the bell, in countless efforts to prevent teens from doing silly things like drinking and/or taking drugs, has unwittingly provided me with a reliable and constant source of laughter. aka jesse spano on pep pills. she's two-thirds excited and one-third scared:



oh and does anybody remember that show california dreams? the synopsis according to wikipedia reads: "california dreams is about a multi-ethnic group of teens and their band. the show's plots combined real-life issues with zany adventures. it covered a range of topics such as fear, using drugs for a competitive edge, falling for scams, letting greed overtake friendship, accepting a divorced parent dating, forgiving others for past wrongs, and dealing with general teen social problems." so basically it sucked pretty hard, but it was in that TNBC block on saturday mornings so i guess i watched it by default. thanks, quinn. i definitely remember watching the steroid freakout episode as a child. that's probably why i won the DARE anti-drug campaign contest in fifth grade. no i'm not kidding. i wrote an original poem about not doing drugs and then read it in front of the whole school. i still have it but refuse to disclose the embarrassing (but really advanced and spectacular) content at this time. anyways, watch at 1:09 for the 'roid-rage blow-up. very reminiscent of the real housewives of new jersey:



glad to see the war on drugs of the nineties was in the hands of nbc saturday morning television. that was a nice little "there's no hope with dope" campaign they had going. can't speak for the rest of america, but i can safely say that it kept me drug-free and off the streets between the ages of five and eight.

6.28.2010

helping to keep portland weird

i just got back from my very first trip out to the west coast in portland, oregon for my friend tori's wedding! between mormons, salty lakes, crop circles, a blue man, free roadside toilets, and the world's smartest baby, i saw a lot of weird shit this weekend. a lot of weird and awesome shit. tori's got a lot of badass hippie friends, and one of them even smudged me (see video below for further details) on saturday night. so according to native american folklore, i'm invincible or something. or maybe not, i don't really know, but it's basically a purification ceremony involving burning sage and blowing the smoke around people. and here i thought that was restricted to cleansing haunted houses! i figured it couldn't hurt, although, sometimes when they do it on that show 'a haunting' it makes shit worse. let's hope i wasn't/am not a haunted human being.



i also lived it up in my hotel room in a style i like to call 'home alone IV: lost in portland', only this time there was just junk food and jumping on beds and not so much burglary. although, i did momentarily consider constructing a complex rube goldberg mechanism to ward off potential evildoers.

outside the hotel walls, i enjoyed the best weather of all time; as noted in previous posts, my body cannot handle heat and/or humidity. i thrive in freezing conditions, although i prefer a solid temperature range between about 56 and 84 degrees farenheit. portland got to be about 83 at the highest and 54 at the lowest, so we were right in that ideal range. skies were blue, air was breezy, and NO HUMIDITY WHATSOEVER! paradiso my friends, paradiso...you don't even know how much i appreciate not sweating, because i sweat about 85% of the time around this inferno. i was able to really enjoy it yesterday when tori and her family went to mt. st. helens to explore the wonders of volcanic eruptions. i wandered into a bar to watch the world cup match (argentina beat the shit out of mexico and i rejoiced. and drank.) and when i came out of there i was pleasantly buzzed and ready to take on a day of getting lost in a city i know nothing about.

i stumbled upon a ton of great record stores and perused the bargain bins, snatching up about seven gems for a grand total of $2.50. i'm most excited about soeur sourire (the singing nun) because i lovelovelove this cheeseball song called 'dominique' and i've been trying (unsuccessfully) to find the digital album for ages. i listened to that one on repeat this afternoon, and i'm super excited to hear what this one lp sounds like that i snagged for $0.50 that is labeled all in japanese.



after sharking records, i hit up a used book store and grabbed some serious garcia marquez paperbacks including 'leaf storm', which i proceeded to read for the rest of the afternoon in a park in the sunshine. an excellent end to an excellent day.

top three things i learned in portland:

1) public transportation is mad easy to cheat; i didn't pay a cent the entire day because there were no gates to get on or off the train. honor system? i don't think so, bitches.
2) from my personal experience, portland is comprised of 80% homeless people, 15% hippies, 4% hipsters, and 1% normal people. and 99% of these people use backpacks wherever they go.
3) it is awesome.

THE END. oh and i forgot to tell you that i got stuck next to fifteen year old mathletes on the plane from houston to dc today. and they were really annoying and full of hormones and trigonometry. they wouldn't stop talking to me until i politely asked, "hey what's the square root of shut the fuck up?" (except i didn't really say that because i pitied them for having to spend the summer going to mathletics competitions.) NOW THE END.

5.27.2010

scraperbikes

Scrapertown from California is a place. on Vimeo.



this vid documents the scraper bike phenomenon in oakland, CA. scraper bikes are basically tricked out bikes that kids decorate themselves and ride around. sick as.

let's colour!



super cool video shot over 4 weeks in brazil, london, india, and france. all real people, all real shots, all using a palette of 120 different colours.

5.09.2010

maybe it's the alcohol talking...

...but i really love this nike commercial. i don't know if i'm supposed to have seen it already, but i haven't until right now. it's so good!