Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
Just re-checked for the first time in about sixteen years, give or take. Yep, it’s still funny.
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Let loose a 12 second, 4 octave fart.
Watch the dog leave the room.
Laugh yourself to sleep
That last one always kills me because it’s so true!
- pdwalker | 03/05/2010 @ 07:22Replace “limo” with 4×4 pickup, “Augusta Golf Club” with “Texas backwoods / Washington high country” and “marlin” with “250-lb wild boar / 10-point buck” and you’ve got me. Or something.
Golf is a game for sissies. At least I’ve come to think that after spending the last year-and-a-half listening to my left-wing co-workers talk about little else. Real men pick up a rifle, go out into the wilderness, and kill something. They don’t spend the afternoon walking around on perfectly-manicured grass, in ugly clothes, using a piece of space-age-crafted metal to hit a little white ball into a cup. That’s a child’s game.
Oh, and I don’t really need – what was it, four? – blowjobs in one day.
- cylarz | 03/05/2010 @ 11:12The real comedy is in the differential between the two sexes and how they perceive the world around them.
The woman seems to live out her entire life within a vignette with soft, tinted, cheerful colors. Or at least to want to. The man, meanwhile, cares a great deal about his erogenous zones but not there is not a single word about relativism unless you count the word “par” in his golf game. Or his body weight, for that matter. How others are doing is a matter outside his concern and perhaps beyond his comprehension.
- mkfreeberg | 03/05/2010 @ 12:26Morgan, yeah, I know. Maybe the reason I didn’t laugh was because I read this piece while subscribed to some joke-a-day email list back in college. I smirked back then and thought no more about it; this time I decided to add my two cents.
Your’re right of course – and the joke, as it were, is probably on the ladies. Or…is it? It really isn’t altogether flattering to either gender now that I think about it. The woman is portrayed as self-involved, prissy, filled with schadenfreude (the part about seeing her ex’s new partner – in the earlier version I read it was simply “boyfriend’s ex”), and so on. And seriously, two workouts in one day?
The guy, meanwhile, apparently wants to stuff his face, screw, and so on. While I hate golf and I have yet to get into fishing, it was probably a pretty good generic choice of activities for his perfect day. Golf IS pretty popular among men, and maybe it’s my overall disgust with the people I work with, that brings about my distaste for the sport. A couple of days ago, three of them were sitting around bitching about having to pay taxes. It took everything I had not to stand up and say, “All three of you hate Sarah Palin the tax cutter, and you’re also the ones who keep voting these socialist morons into office at election time. You know, the ones who think we can tax ourselves into prosperity?
The joke relies on a lot of male and female stereotypes, and there are many of both genders of course who wouldn’t find that perfect day to be even moderately enjoyable. But the stereotyping is probably what makes it funny. Okay, end of analysis. I’m reading way too much into it.
- cylarz | 03/05/2010 @ 20:49cylarz,
You are definitely overanalyzing it. Just enjoy the fun it is making of the generalized gender sterotypes.
(except for the farting part. everyone knows a man enjoys a good musical fart. )
- pdwalker | 03/06/2010 @ 06:47[…] me of the perfect day. 7:30 Dinner. Lobster appetizers, 1963 Dom Perignon,20oz. New York […]
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