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Man-in-a-banana na na

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From Crookedbrains:

Japanese artist Keisuke Yamada transforms regular bananas into 3D sculptures. This 23-year-old electrician takes about half an hour using just a toothpick and spoon to create these amazing banana sculptures. 

My guesses: 1) toothless Dick Cheney with an afro 2) Cthulhu, or maybe Davy Jones 3) Bruce Campbell

It’s as if they’re trying to give Colbert material…

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Colbert has been tweeting all sorts of non-factual statements about Kyl today. A sampling:

Jon Kyl calls the underside of his Senate seat: “The Booger Graveyard.” #NotIntendedToBeAFactualStatement

Jon Kyl sponsored S.410, which would ban happiness.#NotIntendedToBeAFactualStatement

Jon Kyl has the world’s most extensive catalogue of snuff films.#NotIntendedToBeAFactualStatement

Jon Kyl once ate a badger he hit with his car.#NotIntendedToBeAFactualStatement

Historical tweets

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Scott Johnson at Extralife imagines what might have happened if Twitter had always been around:

I love this idea. I also love the fact that they’re all “tweeting” on whatever communication device might have been available at the time.

It made me immediately start to imagine tweets that could have been made by famous historical figures:

@Wilkesy: Lincoln’s totes going down tonight. 
@Wilkesy: Oops, my account is public, isn’t it? Omigod I hear knocking at the door. GTG
@marie_curie: Stupid professor gave me a drawer full of salt to analyze. Sigh, busy work. Not sure why it’s glowing, or why I feel so odd. LOL
@RFranklin: That bastard Watson GOT INTO MY DNA PHOTOS!!!111!! Wilkins is SO gonna pay. #younocanhasdoublehelix
@FCrick: RT @JWatson Hahahaha @RFranklin we’ll get the Nobel Prize and u won’t. #ownage

It’s…nice to have a diagnosis?

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Some of these people are really annoyed at you

Apparently I might have Pedestrian Aggressiveness Syndrome.  According to the Wall Street Journal,

Researchers say the concept of “sidewalk rage” is real. One scientist has even developed a Pedestrian Aggressiveness Syndrome Scale to map out how people express their fury. At its most extreme, sidewalk rage can signal a psychiatric condition known as “intermittent explosive disorder,” researchers say. On Facebook, there’s a group called “I Secretly Want to Punch Slow Walking People in the Back of the Head” that boasts nearly 15,000 members. . .  Some researchers are even studying the dynamics that trigger such rage and why some people remain calm in hopes of improving anger-management treatments and gaining insights into how emotions influence decision making, attention and self control.”We’re trying to understand what makes people angry, what that experience is like,” says Jerry Deffenbacher, a professor at Colorado State University who studies anger and road rage. “For those for whom anger is a personal problem, we’re trying to develop and evaluate ways of helping them.” Signs of a sidewalk rager include muttering or bumping into others; uncaringly hogging a walking lane; and acting in a hostile manner by staring, giving a “mean face” or approaching others too closely, says Leon James, a psychology professor at the University of Hawaii who studies pedestrian and driver aggression.

I’m guilty on the muttering and staring thing.   Maybe even the “mean face” thing occasionally, though it’s hard to tell, being always behind the face.  But let me explain, please– for me, it’s not simply about people being slow.  There are good reasons to be slow on a sidewalk, and if you get angry at someone for being old or disabled then you’re…not a pleasant person.

My problem is with those who exhibit the kind of lack of awareness as to think that stopping suddenly in a crowded entrance to a store, train station, etc. to root around in one’s purse is a good idea.  People who play the “I’m not moving” game when confronted with someone moving in the opposite direction while carrying something obviously heavy.  People who fail to comprehend that before they can board a bus, train, tram, or elevator, they’re going to need to step back and let others disembark.  In general, people who either don’t appear to have the first notion of how to conduct themselves considerately in a situation where masses of people are trying to get from one place to another, or who just don’t care.  Airports are a big one– yes, maybe you still have two hours left on your layover, but that’s no reason to make life difficult for someone who was given thirty minutes to traverse an entire airport in order to reach their next connection (not an exaggeration– this has happened to me multiple times).  Try browsing the shops by doing the leisurely “I’ve got half a day to kill” saunter directly in front of them, instead of smack in the middle of the hall where sweaty people are frantically trying to break the space-time continuum to get to their flights.

Any narrow lane of passage through which people other than you are trying to travel?  Not the best place to stop and check if someone has texted you.  A crowded sidewalk?  Might not be optimal to decide with your friends that you should walk five-abreast at approximately one mile an hour.  I realize that children are walking random opportunities for catastrophe, but do you really need to halt everything to scream at the young’un at the top of an escalator or the end of a moving walkway?

No, I do not bump people or step on toes.  I don’t intentionally try to impede them in retaliation– what good would that do?  I just sigh and, if my patience has been completely depleted, occasionally say things under my breath that I’m both unable to resist saying and simultaneously hope that no one hears.  Most of the time.

I’m not a bad person…am I?  If so, blame the syndrome.

A big bowl of super

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Oatmeal pretty well sums up my thoughts about football on this Super Bowl Sunday taking place in, of all places, Dallas:

In short: Don’t give a damn.  Never have.  Have a very hard time, actually, understanding why people do.

But I hope the people currently congregating by the hundreds of thousands at Cowboys Stadium, and the millions more watching them and–soon– the two teams of large men about to throw themselves at each other periodically interrupted by commercials that cost nearly $3 million for 30 seconds, have a wonderful time.  Yet again, I’m opting out.  Could still go for the beer and nachos, though.

GO PIGGERS!

If…

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…you don’t already read Hyperbole and a Half, what is wrong with you?  What are you doing here?  Just go.  Find a bit of hilarity there once or twice each month, or a whole lot at once if you decide, as I did, to go back and read all of the entries in one bout of lovely insanity after discovering it. 

In case of fire

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Here’s an excerpt from the list of very detailed instructions about what to do in every kind of emergency posted on my door:

Attention-drawing red ellipse added by me

Most of these instructions make pretty good sense, but the “DO NOT JUMP!” in all-caps is a little boggling.  As mentioned previously, I’m on the 20th floor.  I’m pretty sure that jumping is something that wouldn’t even occur to me unless I were absolutely convinced that agonizing fiery death was, at maximum, about two seconds away.  You might as well instruct me “DO NOT FILL TUB WITH WATER AND THEN SUBMERGE FACE IN IT UNTIL ASPHYXIATION OCCURS” or “DO NOT INSERT HEAD INTO DRAWER AND SLAM IT SHUT REPEATEDLY.”  Okay, that last one would actually take a long time to kill me, if it’s even possible to die that way.  Plus it would probably require outside assistance.  But you get the idea. 

I like that the placard informs the hotel guest to “keep firefighting,” though.  It feels good to be proactive in an emergency– gives you a sense of purpose and reduces stress.  It might even elevate the person’s self-esteem.  If they’re very good at it, there might be a career opportunity waiting there…who knows?