Posts Tagged ‘Lairbo’

This is the title of the post where I tell you about another post…

Tuesday, January 26th, 2010

…which is absolutely brilliant and which I will get to shortly. All this came about when, on Facebook, yet another of those smarmy opinionated “status updates” came around, this one in particular, for the fourth time in three days:

“Shame on you America: the only country where we have homeless without shelter, children going to bed without eating, elderly going without needed meds, and mentally ill without treatment – yet we have a benefit for the people of Haiti on 12 TV stations. 99% of people won’t have the guts to copy and repost this as their status…”

I have no strong feelings on what’s expressed here — donate or not as suits you; makes no more difference to me than whether you put ketchup on your baked potatoes and dip your fries in sour cream. But the arrogance contained therein — shame on everyone in the country who had nothing to do with producing or airing that telethon? Piss off, mate! — galls me just to the point of my sending this out on Facebook:

“Shame on you, Facebook users: far too few of you are composing semi-thought-out positions on potentially divisive issues and force-feeding them to your friends list on a daily basis. 94.7% of people won’t have the temerity to copy and paste this, or be able to define ‘temerity’ without looking it up.”

Which, if you care to look (my Facebook profile is the first under “Links” in the right sidebar here and I will friend anyone who tells me in their request that they got there from here), got more than a few humorous responses. The best of these came from the also brilliant Lairbo, who instead of being humorous himself merely said, “You might like this.”

That link will take you to the aforementioned brilliant blog post, authored by Chris Clarke, which in my opinion is the best thing I’ve read this decade (yes, I’m aware of the date). Make sure you read at least a portion of the dozens (hundreds?) of comments — many are as good as the post itself! By the way, Lairbo says the credit for the find goes to his friend Ed Hall. And since it was “frontpaged” on Fark last night, you may be seeing it elsewhere.

I think I’ll be buying Chris Clarke’s book on the basis of that post alone.

(Finally, a footnote: Also gleaned from Mr. Clarke’s blog was knowledge of a blog traffic counter that is new to me, and now to this blog, and which is — now — visible to you fine folks. It’s down at the bottom of the right sidebar.)

What a weird and wonderful week!

Sunday, June 28th, 2009

So much so, I’m resorting to alliteration to title this. Sure, why not?

It was odd enough to get a call from Woody when he knew I was working, but then to have him ask, “Have you heard who died?” was definitely off.

“Yeah, Farrah Fawcett. I heard hours ago. Not exactly unexpected.”

“No, man — Michael Jackson is dead…”

Thus the passing of the hottest blonde of my adolescence was utterly eclipsed. Happens, I suppose. As for which affects me most, well — I cut my teeth on Jackson 5 albums, loved them, owned every one before I owned a Beatles album and my taste in music began to mature. But I certainly never gazed reverently at my bedroom wall’s poster of him and his pokies, I can tell you that!

Another major loss: the world’s best sidekick ever, Ed McMahon. How many of us forgot he was a Marine fighter pilot in WWII? For shame. My very funny friend Lairbo, whose website The Antfarmer’s Almanac has had a link over there on the right for years now, wrote a haiku I love in his honor:

Ed slides down the couch
Next guest is the Grim Reaper?
You are correct, sir!

(That haiku, along with many others from Lairbo and his contributors, can be enjoyed at his other website, Celebrity Death Haiku.)

Enough with the weird. The wonderful part of the week has been reconnecting with many of my old Santa Barbara crew on Facebook, folks I lost touch with most of a quarter-century ago. And then seeing them reconnect with each other. Too damn cool!

I could write more on that subject, but I must now earn my title as “One of Only Five People in All of Colorado Who Knows the USA Has Just Kicked Off Against Brazil in the Confederations Cup Final” by actually watching the match. You know, that sport the rest of the world calls “football”.

But let’s not skip the inauspiciously weird beginning to this week: RIP to North America’s Premier Amazingly Loud Pitchman, Billy Mays. I’ll work on his haiku after the match. For a proper tribute, I should probably type it all in caps.