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Archive of Thoughtlessness - April '03 |
| 04/01/2003 |
The mother of a nine-year-old boy whose been blind since birth is tucking him into bed at night when she says "Billy, I have wonderful news. The doctors have found a cure for your blindness. I put the medicine in your food at dinner. Tomorrow, when you open your eyes ? for the first time in your life ? you'll be able to see." She kisses the boy on the head and leaves. Little Billy is so excited that he can hardly fall asleep. Finally, around two AM, he drifts off. The next morning, at sunrise, Billy wakes up, opens his eyes, and is horrified to discover that he's still blind. He screams "Mom! Mom! Help me. I'm still blind." Bursting through the door, his mother shouts, "April fools!" ![]() Tuphlos - Blind |
| 04/02/2003 |
Few of you know that I own an authentic John Wayne Gacy painting. Even fewer of you care. How I came into possession of it is an interesting story. On a whim I stole a basket of plastic Bob's Big Boy rings from a (you guessed it) Bob's Big Boy restaurant (I can't remember if it was a Frisch's or Ellias Brothers' - I doubt that it was an Abdul's) and gave them to friend, Furry Couch. Furry had one of the rings re-cast and metal. About a week after he started wearing the ring, Furry punched some guy in the head - leaving a bloody imprint of the Big Boy. Furry was so pleased by this turn of events that, the next time I stopped by his store (Mondo World - it's since closed) that he took a Gacy painting of the wall and gave it me. People often ask me if I feel guilty about owning a painting by a serial killer. The answer is no. Hey, it's not like I told him to kill those boys. If I'd had been around, I'm sure I would've said "Hey, John, maybe you should chill on the murdering, OK?" |
| 04/03/2003 |
A friend told me this story; it may be an urban legend: Apparently some guy who was really into tribal tattoos, bought a book on Balinese tattoos and found one facial tattoos particularly fetching (I think it was three solid bars below the upper lip, or something like that.) and had it recreated on his face. A few months later, the guy goes to Bali for a vacation. Mr. Tattoo is barley off the plane when he notices that the locals are pointing at him and laughing. It turns out that the tattoo signifies a pre-pubescent female. Hey, there's a ton of new stuff coming ? including a buttload of e-cards Hack if filming around the corner...again. ![]() coray - girl |
| 04/04/2003 |
Got to thinking about Urban Legends yesterday and I thought that it might be fun to start one. So far, these are the only ones I could think of:
Show me a Hero and I'll write you a tragedy. ![]() Hayraws - Hero |
| 04/05/2003 |
Last night I was having dinner with my friend George, when I discovered that George doesn't have Arch-Nemesis. I thought that everybody has an Arch-Nemesis. My Arch-Nemesis is Aimee Mann. It's a long story as to how Aimee became my Arch-Nemesis, and I'm too tired to tell it, right now. Just take my word for it, OK? I ran into Little Jimmy Satan today at Home Depot. He's the guy who told me all about Captain Pecker the Party Wrecker. Oh, and there's a new Ecard |
| 04/06/2003 |
I'm really beat. This is one of those "every fiber of my being" kind of tired. I'm gonna be this tired every Sunday for awhile. In fact, I might just reprint this every week. The new movie page is up. |
| 04/07/2003 |
Today I saw a recycling bin that said "White Only". OK, as long as they don't do that with the drinking fountains. |
| 04/08/2003 |
Cold. Bitter, damp, ambition robbing cold. Think London in November. That kind of cold. I used to love this kind of weather, but that was back before it became the norm. If porn grew on trees, I'd hate that too. Now I find myself openly siding with the Pepsi Generation (You know, the people who wear shorts in late October because they refuse to admit the Summer is over) in my desire for a real Spring, and I hate the thought of being allied with those idiots in any endeavor. Hey, Barb, the woman from 50 Things turns __ today. And there's a new Ecard |
| 04/09/2003 |
  Today, Secretary of Education, Rod Paige, had the following to say about Christian schools:"The reason that Christian schools and Christian universities are growing is a result of a strong value system. In a religious environment the value system is set. That's not the case in a public school, where there are so many different kids with different kinds of values,"  Hey, maybe it's the sodomy. How did a stupid dick-munch like Paige get into a position where he's in charge of 47 million students?   Anyhoo, I feel like Hell, so I'm going to bed. |
| 04/10/2003 |
  I feel like Hell, so today's thought isn't much. Sorry. ![]() nosos - sickness, disease |
| 04/11/2003 |
  I awoke on Wed night around 12:30 am. My first thought was, of course, "Wednesday Night ? Channel 48 ? Gorgeous Ladies Of Outrageous Wrestling!" I dug around for the remote (This was one of those times when seconds seem like centuries. I'd already missed half the show.) and switched on, Channel 48, and soon became aware of a new development that affects the worlds of Sports, Politics, and Entertainment. It seems that the Gorgeous Ladies Of Outrageous Wrestling are no longer the Gorgeous Ladies Of Outrageous Wrestling. They're now the Dangerous Women Of Wrestling. When did this change take place? Why wasn't I told? This is important stuff, people.   Even though the new format pales in comparison with the old (Too much emphasis on the "Ho Haters" and Brittney is no longer a school girl.), I haven't given up on America's most insane program (A title formerly held by Santo Gold). In fact, I'm going to see if I can get an interview with "Tai Killer Weed". Caesar si viveret, ad remum dareris. |
| 04/15/2003 |
  Well, I told you I was sick. Sorry about my vanishing act. Actually, I'm not. I was flat on my ass with the flu. Ever if I had been able to type, what I would've posted would've been even more incoherent then the usual crap you read in this space. I was so sick (How sick were you?) … I was so sick that I had to miss two days of work that I really couldn't afford to miss. I also missed telling you about the following:   My nephew, Jeff, turned 18 on Saturday. Those few of you who might be Dead Milkmen fans will remember Jeff as the little kid on the cover of the "If I had a gun" CD. It's official - we're all old now.   My friend, Paul Kircher has had his radio show expanded to five times a week.   I have a new guilty pleasure - Scare Tactics on the SciFi Channel.   Congrats going out to Brian, who has been kickin' ass this week on Jeopardy.   Oh, here are the links for the Dangerous Woman of Wrestling and Santo Gold. |
| 04/16/2003 |
  Oddly, while I was out sick, hits to this web site increased. What can be gleaned from this information? It would appear that what fans of Rodney Anonymous Tells You How To Live want is less Rodney Anonymous. Either that or people who hate my guts kept checking in in the hope that I had died.   It was a beautiful day in Philly. Everybody on the street was wearing a smile (and, in a few cases, only a smile.). On the way home, I felt giddy and lightheaded. Then I remembered that I really hadn't eaten anything in about four days, so I decided to make food a priority. ![]() trophay - food |
| 04/17/2003 |
  Here are a few of the rules that govern the Universe:
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| 04/18/2003 |
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| 04/19/2003 |
  I once worked for a woman who was dumber than a box of rocks. As I was hanging up the calendar for November, I noticed a bland area in the middle of the month so I wrote in "Canadian Easter" and then forgot about it. A few days later, my boss stepped into the back room, where I worked, and said "Are you sure that today is Canadian Easter?" It took me a few seconds to remember what I'd done but I finally stammered out "Um…yeah…sure is."   "That's weird," Ms. Einstein said "Because I was on the phone with some Canadian investors and when I wished them a happy Easter they seemed confused."   Holy shit. I didn't think anybody would be dumb enough to see "Canadian Easter" on a calendar and actually believe it. I forged ahead "Maybe they were Jehovah's Witnesses - They don't celibate Easter."   "Oh."   Hey, boy - there's a new ecard! |
| 04/20/2003 |
  Last nigh I found the following email in my inbox:   Hey I checked out your page on Mumia and you are entitled to your own beliefs but facts are facts and you have not stated all of them. The distance the prosecutor said Mumia was from Faulkner was a very small distance and gun powder would have been found on Faulkner. It wasn’t, but even at tests done from further away, the powder residue can be found, but like I said, none was found. The police did not even check Mumia's gun to see if it has been recently fired. Something that has been routine for decades. Also, read the coroner’s report, the bullet does not match Mumia’s as your page claims. I am not saying he did not do it, I don’t know. But get your facts right. The original coroner’s report that stated that a .44 caliber killed Faulkner, Mumia carried a .38 In court, the police who watched Mumia at the hospital claimed that he made a confession stating “Yea I shot the motherfucker” But he failed to mention that in the report. Failed to mention a confession in a report, come on now. The doctor who treated Mumia said he said nothing and that he was too messed up to say anything. Get your facts right man, regardless to if he did it or not, he was railroaded, the Philly Police Dept has been sued by the Dep of Justice, they have the most documented cases of police brutality and corruption cases. Get your facts straight.   Here's my reply:   Thank you for your letter. I hope you don't mind if I cut to the chase:   "The original coroner’s report that stated that a .44 caliber killed Faulkner, Mumia carried a .38 "   I'll skip over the fact that Mr. Pacifist was packing heat and get right to the point:   The coroner merely reflected his speculation at what caliber the bullet might be, made when he first saw the wound and before he started the autopsy. The note was written on a piece of scrap paper, and was not a part of (and was never intended to be a part of) his professional findings.Official ballistics tests done on the fatal bullet verify that Officer Faulkner was killed by a .38 caliber bullet, not a .44 caliber bullet. The fatal .38 slug was a Federal brand Special +P bullet with a hollow base (the hollow base in a +P bullet was distinctive to Federal ammunition at that time). It is the exact type (+P with a hollow base), brand (Federal), and caliber (.38) of bullet found in Jamal's gun.   "In court, the police who watched Mumia at the hospital claimed that he made a confession stating “Yea I shot the motherfucker” But he failed to mention that in the report. Failed to mention a confession in a report, come on now."   The confession was heard by a hospital security guard and reported by her the next day. Priscilla Durham heard Jamal shout, "I shot the mother fucker and I hope the mother fucker dies" outside the ER, and made an immediate report of the incident. A copy of the report was produced at the 1982 trial and was identified by Ms. Durham. Priscilla Durham's corroborates what the officers heard that morning and reported later, and demonstrates that it was an actual event, not an invention.   Philly Police Dept has been sued by the Dep of Justice, they have the most documented cases of police brutality and corruption cases.   Damn straight, my brother. However, forming a fan club around one of the few people that they obviously didn't set up - just because he has dreadlocks and a literary agent - isn't going to prove anything. As the cult of Mumia grows, thousands of innocent people - railroaded by the cops - are being ignored in favor of a "celebrity". If you want to fight against the Death Penalty count me in. But if you expect me the buy into some big lie about a murderer's innocence out of some sense of white guilt, you are sorely mistaken. Mumia is the anti-death penalty movement what those "trustafarians" screaming "Fuck Bush" are the anti-war movement - an embarrassment. I don't support Mumia simply because I looked into the facts of the case - unlike many of my brethren on the left. Hey, that's why I support the freeing of the West Memphis Three. ( http://www.wm3.org/ ). I looked at the FACTS.   Thank you for writing and I look forward to further correspondence with you. Rodney Anonymous Philadelphian Before any of you congratulate me on my debating skills. please remember that I blew off sending emails to some decent people who emailed their compliments to me in order to respond to this guy. |
| 04/21/2003 |
  I forgot to tell you something else about "Mumia Guy". After I sent him the first reply, I waited a few minutes and sent him this: I forgot to ask - did you like the rest of the site?  He still hasn't written me back. ![]() hubrizdaw - I insult, treat violently |
| 04/22/2003 |
  Bored? Then why not kill the time between now and when you die, by replacing the word "Love(s)" with the word "Drug(s)" in song titles:
Hey, Rick "The Prick" Santorum is in trouble. Less Than one month until I'm 40! |
| 04/23/2003 |
  Sorry this is being posted later than usual, but Vienna and I swung by the Art Museum tonight (It stays open until 8:45 on Wednesday nights. We had a great time - that is until we came across Cy Twombley's collection of paintings called "Fifty Days at Iliam. Vienna summed up the work nicely by loudly stating "Wow, this really sucks. I have to admit, she's right. I hated it because of my love for Homer (He just wants to be friends). Vienna hated it because she's a human being with 20/20 vision. Below if a fairly accurate depiction of Tombley's "House of Priam" ![]() |
| 04/24/2003 |
  My friend, Derrick, and his cousin once found summer work digging graves at a pet cemetery. Not only did they have to dig the graves, they also had to stand silently with their heads bowed during the "ceremony" that took place before the dirt was shoveled onto Fido's coffin (The "ceremony" usually consisted of the bereaved owner saying a few words.).   One day, Derrick and his cousin were standing by a grave - waiting for the nod to shovel - when the late pet's owner produced a jam-box and started playing "The Greatest Love Of All.". Without missing a beat, Derrick's cousin turned to him and whispered "The Deadest Dog Of All." Derrick burst out laughing, the guy with the jam-box got angry, and both Derrick and his cousin got a stern talkin' to from their boss. |
| 04/25/2003 |
  You would think that a state ran by Jews and Hispanics would rule, but Pennsylvania is doubly screwed. Like every other state in the Union (with the possible exception of Ohio), Pennsylvania has two Senators. One of them is the guy who thought up the "Single Bullet" theory, the other is a flamboyant, closeted gay man named Rick Santorum. Below is the actual interview that Rick gave to the Associated Press. It would be funny, if my tax dollars weren't paying this joker's salary. AP: If you're saying that liberalism is taking power away from the families, how is conservatism giving more power to the families? |
| 04/26/2003 |
  Dear Senator Santorum;   I am truly sorry bout yesterday's tasteless piece which poked fun at your opinions about Homosexuality. Obviously, you've thought long and hard about Homosexuality, sometimes wrestling with issue of Gay sex late into the night. And that's why you will never again see a joke this one ![]() at RATYHTL. Thank you |
| 04/27/2003 |
  Thoughtless again this Sunday. Why? Because I spent another weekend (feels like the 20th in a row) trapped inside two small rooms - this time I was painting. So, if you figure in all the stuff I need to do before I can close my eyes, I should be in bed around midnight. I WANT MY LIFE BACK! Goddamn it, why can't I learn to say no? ![]() nekros - corpse |
| 04/28/2003 |
  Writer's block. OK, it's more like writer's ennui. I have a head full of stuff that is should be writing about ? stuff that I need to be writing about, it's just that I'm not feeling motivated. I just want to crawl into bed, translate some Greek, and sleep. I just haven't been the same since Zander got his eye gauged out. |
| 04/29/2003 |
  Looks like those mad social scientists over at PBS have done it again. The folks who've given us 1900 House (the series in which a woman had a break down on her birthday, a teenage girl got drunk, and a little boy almost starved to death) and Frontier House (the series in which a marriage dissolved before our eyes) are back at it again with Manor House. In the first two episodes (aired back-to-back, last night), two scullery maids quit (the first one ran off into the night after seeing a ghost ? I shit thee not), two male servants developed alcohol poisoning, and we all learned way too much about feminine hygiene during the Edwardian Era.   Do the folks who send in money during PBS' endless pledge drives have any idea that their cash is being used to fund sick tenth-level experiments like Manor House? And what kind of Masochist volunteers to be on a show like Manor House? "Sure, I may be scrubbing chamber pots 18 hours-a-day, but I'm doing it on TV." ![]() oikia - house |
| 04/30/2003 |
  Maenads and Satyrs, we proudly present the RATYHTL Man of the Moment - Kenny, the Hallboy, from PBS' disturbing new series Manor House. Kenny, despite having no bedroom (he's called a "Hallboy" because he sleeps in the hall) has managed to do the impossible - get laid on TV. Normally, you'd have to be a Real World cast member to claim that kind of honor. As RATYHTL's Man of the Moment Kenny will receive a lifetime pass to AnonymousWorld, located somewhere in the former Soviet Union (I have to start paying more attention to my acquisitions). Congratulations, Kenny.
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