100 Things You Might Not Know About Me

1. The first book I remember reading was The Wizard of Oz.
2. In my lifetime, I have received eight Cross pen and pencil sets as gifts.
3. I hate pen and pencil sets.
4. I can't write in longhand with anything but a Sharpie Ultra Fine Point.
5. I once gave a drowned hamster CPR.
6. The first three movies I remember seeing as a kid: The Exorcist, Suspiria, and Rosemary's Baby.
7. I still check my closets and underneath my bed for monsters.
8. The only president I've ever seen in the flesh is Gerald Ford, when I was eight.
9. The thought that ran through my head when I saw him was, "If I had a gun, I could probably shoot him from here!"
10. When I was ten, I tried to shoot my neighbor's cat with a BB gun, but I missed.
11. I can type 87 words per minute without mistakes.
12. However, I compose so slowly that it sometimes takes me an hour to write a two-paragraph e-mail.
13. In sixth grade, I created a science fair project that was so bad, even though there were only three entries from my class they decided not to give out a third place prize rather than give one to me.
14. In third grade, I did something so awful that the headmaster of my Episcopal school devoted his morning sermon to it. He became so upset that he broke down in the middle of the sermon and stormed out of the chapel.
15. When they told my mother about it, she threatened to take me down to the Red River and drown both of us rather than live with the shame.
16. No, I'm not going to tell you what I did.
17. I smoked pot in college, but stopped after watching Pink Floyd's The Wall while stoned and realizing that it made boring movies seem like they were eight hours long.
18. I am an expert at hiding, and have never been found in a game of Hide and Seek unless I wanted to be.
19. I've moved somewhere around 27 times in my life, but in only six cities.
20. I didn't meet my parents until I was three years old.
21. Until I was about nine, I thought my parents were trying to poison me. I thought they had poisoned my toothpaste, so I wouldn't swallow any when I brushed my teeth.
22. When I was four, they gave us a lecture at school on household poisons. That evening, I instructed my parents to put the Drano and bleach on a high shelf, so I wouldn't eat it.
23. In second grade, my teacher had a conference with my parents because she asked the class what we wanted to be when we grew up, and I said I wanted to work at McDonald's.
24. The first girl I ever had a crush on was Lisa, in kindergarten. My kindergarten teacher used to spank misbehaving kids, except instead of doing it herself, she would assign another student to do the deed. So, one time, after my friend David and I dug a tunnel under the playground fence, the teacher had Lisa spank the two of us. David cried, but I was like, "Wow!"
25. The family legend is that we're descended from Genghis Khan. I have my doubts about that, but it would explain my periodic impulse to invade China.
26. I have an irrational fear of bread.
27. I also have a fear of staircases where you can see through the stairs to the ground below.
28. I hate walking in the ocean because I'm afraid of stepping on a sea urchin or stonefish.
29. When I was little I used to play with black widow spiders, because I didn't know they were venomous. I would stick my finger in its web, and when it rushed out to attack me I'd pull my hand away at the last second.
30. I had a thick southern accent until I was about eight.
31. If you ever want to see my head explode, ask me to choose between sushi and Cajun food.
32. I failed Physics in 11th grade.
33. I failed Physics in 12th grade. I actually got a lower grade than the year before.
34. I took Physics again my freshman year of college, and got an A.
35. Then I failed Chemistry.
36. Anime makes me sleepy; even when it's something really good, I can't watch more than an hour of it without falling asleep.
37. I could live in hotels for the rest of my life and be extremely happy.
38. I think it's uncool to stay in a hotel and not tip the chambermaid before you leave.
39. Back in the late 80's, my mom once convinced me to perm my hair. One photo exists from that period, and I keep it around to remind me never to listen to my mother.
40. I was a kleptomaniac when I was a kid.
41. I once fell for a girl because we came out of a supermarket together and discovered we had each, unbeknownst to the other, stolen something.
41. I don't steal anymore, though, except maybe for office supplies.
42. Total value of items I've stolen in my lifetime: about $180, not including office supplies.
43. The biggest thing I ever stole was a cardboard cutout of Anthony Perkins in "Psycho III," from a movie theater in Orange County.
44. The weirdest thing I ever stole was an artificial leg.
45. The only thing that keeps me from pursuing a life if crime is a fear of anal rape if I ever get put in the slammer.
46. Having said that, I think anyone who steals from a small mom 'n pop store should be anally raped.
47. However, I condone any and all (nonviolent) crimes against large corporations.
48. The more I like people, the quieter I am around them. If I don't like you, I'll be super friendly and smile a lot. If I really, really like you, I'll avoid talking to you entirely.
49. I'm a good listener, and can listen to people bitch and moan for hours on end.
50. However, I'm always forgetting people's birthdays.
51. I don't really like celebrating my own birthday, because it seems self-indulgent.
52. The only time I've ever been moved to tears by a work of art is when I stepped into St. Peter's Cathedral in Rome.
53. I tend to keep people at arm's length.
54. When getting ready for work in the morning, if I do any part of it in the wrong order, I feel out of sorts for the rest of the day.
55. I used to believe people could read my thoughts, because I would think something about them and they would turn around and glance at me.
56. I talk to children, the mentally disabled, and dogs the same way that I talk to normal adults.
57. Unfortunately, I also expect them to behave like normal adults, so I get frustrated when they don't understand something I'm saying.
58. I always tell people I'm a terrible liar, but that's just to cover up the fact that I'm actually a masterful liar.
59. I'm just kidding about #58.
60. The more credentials people have, the less seriously I take them.
61. I'm a sucker for anything peach-flavored, peach colored, looks like a peach, or has peaches in it. I got into Cézanne only after seeing a painting of his that contained peaches.
62. However, I dislike peach pie.
63. I have the worst gaydar in the world. People I had no idea were gay until someone told me: Elton John, Liberace, Freddie Mercury, Charles Nelson Reilly, Boy George, the lead singer of Frankie Goes to Hollywood.
64. My lack of gaydar once placed me in an awkward situation in a pickup truck outside a house party, with a guy named Griswold.
65. I think it would be really cool to be encased in a gel, and have all your life functions sustained through tubes and wires.
66. I can never fantasize about being stranded on a deserted island, because I always wonder what I would do for toilet paper.
67. I think Armageddon was actually a kickass movie.
68. I've seen The Sound of Music over thirty times.
69. I often fear going to sleep, because it feels the way I imagine dying feels.
70. Sometimes I get mad at people for something they said or did to me in a dream.
71. Ever since Sandra joked about alligators living in the sewers, I can't pour boiling water down the sink without diluting it with cold water first.
72. I'm totally clueless about romantic signals, so a girl pretty much has to show up in my bed naked in order to convey that she likes me.
73. When I was seven, I realized there was no Santa Claus when I was snooping through my parents' stuff and found assembly instructions for the bike I'd gotten from "Santa."
74. I didn't know I was nearsighted until I was seven years old. Until then, I assumed everyone else had some sort of super-vision.
75. I once convinced a college professor to let me take his class from home because I wasn't psychologically fit to attend class in person.
76. I went to my admissions interview for Georgetown wearing an English cabbie cap and a scarf because I thought it would make me look more urbane. I didn't get in.
77. In my entrance interview for University of Chicago, I tried to convince the admissions officer to disregard my 1.7 GPA because I "really really" wanted to go to the University of Chicago. I didn't get in.
78. I once made Sandra cry by doing a George Takei impersonation.
79. I passed up an opportunity to buy a first edition of Stephen King's "The Gunslinger" for $80. Two years later, I saw it listed for $3000.
80. Once when I was depressed, I didn't leave my apartment for two weeks.
81. I have a fear of calling people, because I always imagine that I am interrupting them right in the middle of doing something really fun.
82. I drive my fellow comic geeks crazy because I treat my comics like shit and never bother to bag and board them.
83. When I was little, I spent most of my afternoons and weekends at my parents' store in downtown Shreveport. They let me roam around the streets unattended, so for many years I spent my Saturdays hanging out with winos at the corner liquor store.
84. No matter how much I hate somebody, if I see them eating I feel immediate sympathy toward them.
85. I am an ordained minister of the Universal Life Church, and can legally perform marriage ceremonies in many states.
86. I once sat on the edge of a 1,000-foot high cliff at the Grand Canyon, in order to conquer my fear of heights.
87. Groups of more than three people make me nervous.
88. I find cruelty to be the basest human trait, followed by disloyalty and ignorance.
89. Sometimes it makes me really sad to know that I'll never feel or experience things the same way as I did when I was a teenager.
90. If I could choose between eternal life and a normal life of perfect happiness, I would choose eternal life.
91. I fear intimacy.
92. The mere act of kneeling at a toilet causes me to vomit.
93. The scariest thing I can think of is closing your window blinds at night, and just before you close them completely you catch a glimpse of someone standing outside, looking in.
94. The second scariest thing I can think of is a closet door that is just slightly ajar.
95. And red, glowing eyes staring out at you from inside.
96. I find it difficult to relate to emotions that don't exist in movies or TV shows.
97. When I was 16 I had a huge crush on Anne Frank.
98. Sometimes I have lucid dreams, where I realize that I'm dreaming but don't wake up. They're great because you can do anything you want in them. Usually in these dreams I create huge sums of money for myself, and then get upset because I can't take the cash out into the real world.
99. Cream style corn. Cold. Sheer heaven.
100. When I die, I'd like a "sky burial," a Tibetan Buddist ceremony where the deceased's body is hacked up and fed to vultures. Failing that, I'd like the headstone of my grave to be a big mirror. I think that would be freaky.



 
 

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Stooge
02/18/2000 01:44:22 AM

The holidays are a time for goodwill, forgiveness, and generosity of spirit. I'm all about that Christmas Cheer crap, so I'm just going to get this one thing off my chest, and then it's ho ho ho until International Commodity Exchange Day:

There are two things I want to see before I die. One is to walk into Taco Bell someday and see Steve Case asking his shift supervisor for permission to use the john. The other thing is to see my most hated Christmas carol/story fade into long-deserved oblivion.

I'm talking, of course, about "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer," the "uplifting" tale of a misfit made good. Harmless, innocent entertainment, you says? Conformist propaganda, I says. Let's take a look at the storyline: a genetic freak, Rudolph, is born with a deformity that repels his family and causes him to become a pariah amongst the "normal" reindeer, who snub and ostracize him.

Isolated and unwanted, Rudolph languishes in the untouchable caste of the North Pole community until the head honcho, Santa Claus — who heretofore has taken zero interest in the plight of our hero — realizes that Rudolph's deformity is useful to him, upon which he finally deigns to acknowledge Rudy's existence, if only to press him into service.

Does Rudolph tell Santa to stick it where the sun don't shine? Nope — he cheerfully submits to this crass exploitation, saving Christmas with the very same anomalous appendage that had previously earned him only curled lips and dismissive snorts amongst his benighted brethren. Then, and only then, do the phony bastards condescend to accept Rudy, who, in true Uncle Tom fashion, soaks it up like a sponge, unquestioningly and without a smidgen of rancor.

To which I say, hum-freaking-bug. This song is nothing more than an anthem for conformity and abject submission to the shallow sensibilities of the ignorant masses.What exactly does this song teach children? That it's perfectly okay to revile and humiliate those who are different, unless their freakishness con somehow be put to use for personal gain. And if you're one of the misfits, your goal in life ought to be to appease and serve the very assholes who treated you like shit until they wanted something out of you.

It's all very good that Santa finally comes calling with his hat in his hand, but where the hell was he when Rudolph was being ejected from the reindeer games? What Rudolph should have done was to send Santa running back to his workshop with a candy cane up his rectum. Or at the very least, he should have done the one favor for Santa — for the children's sake — and then told the whole North Pole crew to go screw themselves and buy a goddamn halogen lamp next year. Then he should have flown off to find Hermie and the other Misfit Toys and form a badass Misfit Army to come back and settle Santa's hash for his centuries of mismanagement and incompetence.

But that wouldn't be very holly jolly, would it? And it wouldn't very well serve the ideological purpose of this song, which is to reinforce the status quo by patting the small-minded, unenlightened twits of the world on the back for their oh-so-munificent tolerance, while undercutting the resentment and anger of the budding non-conformist by inculcating them with the spurious notion that your worth as a human being lies solely in your usefulness to society.

Happiness, this song teaches us, lies in servitude to societal values, no matter how corrupt they may be. No doubt the sequel to "Rudolph" would see the red-nosed reindeer leading a cadre of jackbooted thugs on an ethnic cleansing of the North Pole, rounding up the "inferior" members of their society and pressing the useful ones into slavery while shipping the undesirables off to the concentration camp (a.k.a. the Island of Misfit Toys).

Then all the reindeer loved him
As they shouted out with glee,
"Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer,
Pawn of crass conformity!"

We now return you to your regularly scheduled holiday cheer.

 

El Tigre Furioso
07/18/2000 01:55:21 AM


Paris, 1947. Germaine and I were lunching at the Café Miasme, a charming bistro perched alongside the Canal des Malades Chiens, of the sort that used to blossom like wildflowers in Paris before the war. We were waiting there for the arrival of Germaine's brother, Tito, who had that very day been appointed to DeGaulle's cabinet. Germaine, who I daresay was more anxious for his brother than the man himself, was deeply into his third demitasse of espresso and was positively shaking like a leaf.

"Germaine, old friend," I said, placing a paw on his quivering shoulder. "Calm your nerves. It is a great day for Tito...a great day for France, n'est-ce pas?"

Germaine only shook his head, his eyes never leaving the swirling blackness of his espresso.

"Besides," I continued, casting my gaze out onto the busy Rue de Chat Confus, where crowds of morning shoppers were already congregating outside the booths of the produce vendors and volemongers, "I hear tell that General DeGaulle himself has invited both you and your brothers to the state dinner at Versailles." I glanced at Germaine, hoping my words would bring the touch of a smile to those anxious lips. But he remained unmoved.

Frustrated, I leapt from my chair and, oblivious to the startled gasps of the other patrons, I stood over a shocked Germaine and clutched his shoulders. "Germaine!" I roared. "It is me who stands before you now — El Tigre Furioso — your friend of old! Did we not stand together against the Führer in the Resistance? Was it not I who saved your life at Nantes, at the boulangerie at Nîmes, who sang war songs with you at Avignon? I ask you, dear friend — to whom can you unburden yourself, if not to me?"

Germaine stared up at me with wide, unblinking eyes. "Aiiieee!" he screamed. "C'est un tigre! Aidez-moi! Aidez-moi!"

At that moment, the realization struck me — I did not comprehend a single word of French! Quickly I devoured Germaine and paused only to finish my espresso before making haste down the Rue de Chat Confus to my room at the pension. I was heartbroken, and to add insult to injury, Tito gave me a frosty reception that evening at the state dinner. But I learned a valuable lesson that day, my friends. A valuable lesson indeed, in the vagaries of the human heart.

 

Paxil Comix
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Deconstruction of the Nerds
12/14/2000 01:37:45 AM

"Nobody's going to be free until nerd persecution ends."
Revenge of the Nerds

I'm watching Revenge of the Nerds on Comedy Central. Yeah, it's that kind of day. Anyway, two random thoughts on this:

1) This print is amazingly clear. I thought I was watching Revenge of the Nerds IV: Nerds in Love. Did they digitally remaster this film? If so...why?

2) Thematically, this film just gets more interesting with time. I mean, ostensibly, it's about nerds who empower themselves with a "taking back the words they use to hurt us" approach, redefining the "nerd" epithet as a badge of honor and exercising "nerd power" by creating a kind of "geek chic," making nerdiness look cool by emphasizing its advantages — technical wizardry, creativity, and of course, the immortal line "Jocks only think about sports, nerds only think about sex."

But then, this film dates back to 1984, and it's very much "of its time." So most of the things that were supposed to be examples of nerd-cool, such as effeminate Lamar's breakdancing at the fraternity talent show, or the whole Devo-esque synthpop performance, are now hopelessly

dated and...nerdy. The impact of the film's "nerds can be cool" message is diluted by the fact that these guys can no longer be seen as cool by most standards. In fact, they seem even dorkier now than they did before their "coming out," so to speak. When Lamar does the "robot" while bloodlessly rapping, "Now clap your hands everybody / And everybody clap your hands," you no longer cheer; you cringe. And the audience's warm response to this seems either nonsensical, or motivated by some sort of ironic appreciation of retro camp humor.

Which brings me to my final point, that, from the perspective of the camp aesthetic, Revenge of the Nerds actually takes on a certain hip cachet simply by virtue of its out-of-fashion sensitibilities passing, between 1984 and 2000, from cool to uncool and finally back to cool, as kitsch, 80's style. Unlike a film such as, say, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, which taps into a more universal and mainstream aesthetic and therefore passes smoothly, for the most part, from unironic 80's cool to ironic, iconic 80's cool, Revenge of the Nerds becomes a far more complex and multilayered work with each passing year. Is anyone still reading this far? God, I hope not. I sure as hell wouldn't be. Heck, I could probably write anything at this point and no one would even notice. Hee hee. Ilsa yanked Frieda to her feet and slapped her hard across the face. "Talk, or you'll suffer the fate of your companions!" she screamed. Frieda, still dazed from Dr. Winterbottom's elixir, blinked uncomprehendingly. Ilsa sighed, grabbed Frieda roughly by the chin, and turned her face toward the far wall of the cell. In the corner, Pauline and Raffaela lay on the floor in chains, unconscious, covered from head to foot in lemon meringue. Frieda gasped. The dwarf in the tattered clown costume glanced up, startled, nearly dropping his Magic Marker. Then his watery eyes glinted as he