Here’s a joke that was passed around the Dadopshere:
A gynecologist had become fed up with malpractice insurance and HMO paperwork and was burned out. Hoping to try another career where skillful hands would be beneficial, he decided to become a mechanic.
He went to the local technical college, signed up for classes, attended diligently, and learned all he could. When the time for the practical exam approached, the gynecologist prepared carefully for weeks and completed the exam with tremendous skill.
When the results came back, he was surprised to find that he had obtained a score of 150%. Fearing an error, he called the instructor, saying, “I don’t want to appear ungrateful for such an outstanding result, but I wonder if there is an error in the grade.”
The instructor said, “During the exam, you took the engine apart perfectly, which was worth 50% of the total mark. “You put the engine back together again perfectly, which is also worth 50% of the mark. This equaled an A.” After a pause, the instructor added, “I gave you an extra 50% because you did it all through the muffler, which I’ve never seen done in my entire career.
With the advent of the internet and the web, we have all lost something valuable. The Librarian. Not only is this social position one of respect, and possible hotness, but also one of context. In a way all of use are like librarians now, constantly awash in a sea of information, important and unimportant. But, a librarian is paid to have vast general knowledge to serve their customers and to be able to find materials they don’t know of off-hand. Obviously, Yahoo, and then google, and maybe Cuil have killed that role. But the overarching general knowledge is something I think few of us work at like a job. There are real Librarians for the general internet. Sure, dmoz.org makes a go at it, but it’s very Web 1.0 and clunky, ad web directories, by default, are. Searching by crawled keyword (Google, I’m looking at you) has left us with a curious set of skills. We are better than ever at coming up with phrases that may lead us to what we want, but based on text, not on knowledge. Will this lead to a contraction of language. Maybe, if English isn’t already in death throes due to insufficient spelling and grammar checkers. Of course, then, there are those lolcats I’m so fond of.
Rocketing back to getting to the point: I have always wanted a list of when internet memes first showed up, since I’m not an internet Librarian. They made one at dipity.com. Booyah!
If zombies retain any memory of their living states, I’d bet it’s going to be the visceral things, the smell of blood, the taste of brains, and the craving for Acoustic Downtempo Progressive Rock.
When I watched this for the first time, it was with my mouth unconsciously agape. I think the reason this is cute at all is that the people in the car must have been vigorously shaken prior, like crickets, so that they would not scream or twitch.
You see this guy? Let me tell you ’bout this guy. This is THE guy, right here. Bob. Bob Log III. He’s a one man band. Dude’s in a flight suit, or a leisure suit, or a leisure flight suit, plays a guitar and bass drum, and sings through a FREAKIN’ analog telephone receiver that’s welded to the face of a flight helmet. At this point I should also mention he’s a breast man. But beyond that, this guy rocks out. And he makes weird ass videos. With boobs.
Now, he’s managed to take two great things and make something even greater. What do you get when you combine breasts and liquor? Ladies and gentlemen, I give you – Boob Scotch.
