Wednesday, November 29, 2006

An Inconvenient Truth

Dear Al Gore,

The truth, sir, is indeed inconvenient. I hate to write you like this, but I have an issue that I feel needs to be addressed. Now, dear Mr. Probably-Should-Have-Been-the-President-in-the-year-2000, I understand that you are a staunch opponent of global warming, the melting of the ice caps and the destruction of the environment in general. I also understand that you have both starred in a movie and written a book regarding your feelings on this issue. These are all issues that I too hold dear. In fact, I’ve spent many a day contemplating my roll in the constant destruction of the environment and developing schemes to cut down on waste in an effort to try and turn things around. Largely this is because I’m unemployed, but the point is the same.

Now, I’ll forgive for a moment the environmental damage done while printing the many copies of your book (trees, ink etc…) as well as the copies of your film (gelatin, plastic or whatever etc…). I’ll also forgive that both the books and film prints are delivered by large gas guzzling trucks in the middle of the night to my local bookstore and theater.

In the interest of full disclosure, I have not read your book nor seen your movie. You see I felt my money was better spent filling my gas tank. The price of gas isn’t quite what it used to be and neither is my paycheck – as mentioned earlier. I hope you can understand. But nonetheless I think I get the gist of it – consumerism and exorbitant amounts of waste are integral to global warming, and unless we start making changes we’re going to see a lot of neat storms like Katrina. The end of the world is, apparently, just around the corner and we’re all destined to either die from skin cancer or by drowning.

My opinion on these issues drastically changed this morning as I scraped a quarter inch of ice off my wife’s efficient Honda Civic. You see, dear sir, I live in the vicinity of Seattle, where just this week we’ve set a new record for “The Coldest Month on Record.” Which is awesome, but freezing. I believe we bottomed out at a nice thirteen degrees last evening, which led to car accidents and gobs of homeless people who were surprised to find themselves frozen to the sidewalk.

Thirteen degrees.

In Seattle. To refresh your memory, Seattle is in the Pacific Northwest and not in Alaska as the weather would have you believe.

In short, I feel genuinely ripped off by global warming and have yet to see any of the benefits of it. Benefits like warmth. Benefits like not freezing to the sidewalk. Benefits like getting to wear shorts and flip-flops year round.

I look forward to your reply.

Sincerely,


A. Jonathan Cox

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Global Warming

So far I'm feeling really let down by this global warming that everyone is talking about because it's colder than a witches boobie outside. Stupid Seattle.

Friday, November 17, 2006

Sky diving

For those who are so adventurous that they have no problem flinging themselves out of an airplane, take note - there are weight restrictions. You're not going to be falling any faster, but you'll definately stop faster.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Oh, O.J....

Oh, O.J...you're just adorable. I believe the 8 and 1/2 circle of Hell is - the "I absolutely did not snuff the life out of two people...but if I did - here's the play by play of how I would have done it..." circle.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Taking the Piss Out

Taking the Piss Out of what, on the surface, looks like good news -

The Good News
The President has coaxed Donald Rumsfeld into retiring and replaced him with some guy from the CIA.
Taking the Piss Out
The President has a fun way of replacing people who are bad at their jobs and/or made of pure evil with someone worse. I'm looking in your direction Alberto Gonzales, Samuel Alito, John Bolton et al...

The Good News
The Democrats have wrangled Congress and the Senate from the Republicans, in an effort to usher in a wave of change.
Taking the Piss Out
They're fighting amongst themselves already. Hello new boss, same as the old boss.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Dinning on Reality Television

Sometimes I like to watch TLC's Little People, Big World and then follow that up with a nice helping of E!'s House of Carters. There's just something about a family overcoming actual adversity and being totally awesome about it juxtaposed with a family facing imagined adversity and being complete a-holes about it.

Little People, Big World follows the Roloff's who are a family with average height kids and one below average height kid with two below average height parents. Sort of a hodge-podge, if you will. Dispite any adversity, the family manages to stay together and be awesome and take sweet vacations to Hawaii. At the end of every episode I feel refreshed, like there is nothing in the world that I cannot do. The Roloff's pretty much do everything that a family should do.

House of Carters follows an anonymous member of a sub-par boy band and we, the viewing public, get to watch his siblings lurk in his slip stream. It's not as cool as it sounds. These people are kind of a train wreck, and by "kind of" I mean that they are a train wreck. If they play their cards right they'll be able to parlay this minutia of fame into a future of video-store robbery, a career in pornography and misdemeanor drug possession charges. Seriously, watch it once. There's a whole lot of vying for attention going on and a lot of complaining from the front seat of their Mercede's S-class.

Now, you're probably saying to yourself "Hey, A. Jonathan Cox, why should I watch one over the other?" And here's my answer - House of Carters features a cast member who had biblical relations with Paris Hilton and can't get over it. The Roloff's on Little People, Big World have one of those big pumpkin launchers that can fling a pumpkin into space. To me, the answer is simple - everyone has had biblical relations with Paris Hilton so that's not interesting anymore. Not very many people have a giant pumpkin flinger in their yard, ergo the Roloff’s on Little People, Big World are the winners here.

Actually, the Roloff's are the winners in many, many more ways that this.

Friday, November 10, 2006

Things Invented In or Around the City of Seattle

Having traded being employed in vacinity of Los Angeles for being unemployed in the vacinity of Seattle I've got an uncomfortable amount of free time on my hands. I don't know what that has to do with anything, but here is a handy list of Things Invented In or Around the City of Seattle that you can bring up at the next dinner party you're invited to.

1) Misery. Not the book by Stephen King or the movie by whats-his-name, but general malais and melancholy.
2) Grunge, the music and/or lifestyle. People can't seem to let go of it up here and - with little provocation - will gleefully recount their experience seeing Nirvana in concert. Note: the real hepcats in the vacinity of Seattle will tell you about the time they saw The Gits.
3) Starbucks. Oh yeah. That's right. We've got the very first Starbucks in the whole wide world and man is it crappy.
4) Windows and the 404 Error. Oh double yeah.
5) The Experience Music Project. Some sort of music memento collection that's housed in a building with nary a straight line in sight. Which reminds me of a joke in Beverly Hills Cop 2 where Eddie Murphy demands that some construction guys build a house without any right angles. Turns out it's not as funny in real life.
6) The Space Needle. The Pacific Northwest's salute to the penis, made with steel and stone and has a restaurant on the top that does it's best business during Prom season.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

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The English may have survived the Blitz, but I survived the America's Next Top Model writer's strike. Top that, England.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Hell, and the freezing there of...

I'm pretty sure that Hell has frozen over. Assuming that there is a Hell and that it can freeze.

The same day that the Democrats wrestle the government back from the cold dead (on the inside) hands of the Republicans, Britney Spears files for divorce from her husband Kevin (A. Jonathan Cox's hero) Federline. I think that this deal will work out for Kevin more than it ought to. I mean, he's got an album that just dropped and doesn't need his baby-momma(s) holding him back and keeping him from pulling some sweet "road tail." Kevin Federline is this generation's Brian Austin Green, which mean's he's this generation's most awesome guy ever. Ever. And he's got ten million dollars in his pocket keeping his nuts warm.
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