Happy Days this December Celebratory Season!

December 22, 2007

Happy…

  • Belated Chanukah!
  • Jesus’ Birthday!
  • Commercially Fueled Gift Exchanging Day!
  • “I’m Ignorant of its Details!” Kwanzaa!

cats.jpgAnd of course, Happy New Year! 2008 will be the year humanity redeems itself. Short of that, it will be the year I become successful and rich and stop caring about the rest of you tools.

I’m going to be on the road for the next couple of weeks, so expect a lull in blogging. As if you really care. But I’m off to my sister’s and she just had a baby, so that’s exciting. I’ll be sure to post some pictures of me and the infant. Sure hope this mustache doesn’t freak him out.

Anyway, I better get packed. If you live in Central Texas or New York City, I’ll see ya soon!


How Terrell Owens Won My Heart (Yet Again)

December 19, 2007

In this age of ESPN (and -2, -News, -Classic, -Deportes, -HD, -Kidz, what-have-you), I think most of us can agree that professional athletes, like children, are better seen than heard. That guy from the NFL.com ad didn’t need the internets to so accurately predict the canned responses from hard hittin’ John Lynch; with few exceptions, listening to a pro athlete speak is about as exciting as watching an English professor shoot hoops.*

Then, of course, there is Terrell Owens.

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Long the pre-eminent object of my inexplicable ardor, T.O. is perhaps the greatest living embodiment of one of sport’s great archetypes: The Loudmouth Wideout. From his well-publicized beef with Donovan McNabb to his Stardancin’ performance in Dallas, Owens’ on-field dominance has pretty much always taken a back seat to his off-field antics.

Now I know that I’m in the minority when I say that T.O. is my favorite athlete, and I also know that some of the shit that comes out of his mouth is nigh-on indefensible. Still, even the haters have to agree that he’s spot on with today’s message to Jessica Simpson

See, apparently T.O. feels that having the vacuous, soul-sucking presence of Jessica Simpson in the stadium during last week’s 10-6 loss to the Eagles is what caused hot-shot Cowboy’s QB and noted JS boytoy Tony Romo to crap out the worst statistical game of his career.

Whether or not T.O.’s theory holds any water is 100% beside the point. The point is, he’s trash talking his QB’s celebrity arm candy, and I say god bless ‘im!

Here’s hoping this story develops into a complete cross-media disaster of epic proportions, cause as the man says:

“Oh, I got a message for her when we make the playoffs. Just stay tuned.”

Done and done. And I mean DONE!

*For a great meditation on what it is that makes athletes such vapid interview subjects, check out the essay “How Tracy Austin Broke My Heart” by David Foster Wallace in this book. Dude’s a genius!


What Are They Covering Up THIS TIME?

December 19, 2007

On the political front, there was a fire in Cheney’s wing of White House Compound today. No casualties or anything, so we don’t have to worry about Dick C’s ascension to the throne. Just some smoke, water and fire damage, the extent of which remains unclear. Full report here.

Upon hearing this news while driving to work, I immediately began working over the conspiratorial angles of such an incident. (Who wouldn’t?) Of course, when there is a fire at a government building, there is always one common outcome: loss of records/documents. Now, opaqueness — even obstruction — has been the hallmark of the Bush administration and if anyone ever actually pushes, the excuse is the same: “raison d’etat”… or as the White House would phrase it “National Security”. Unfailingly, it’s the term employed anytime anyone in the current Executive Branch does anything they have to explain… or obscure.

Which brings me to my conspiracy. Yesterday, a judge ruled against the White House in a lawsuit brought by the liberal watchdog group Citizens for Responsibility in Ethics in Washington (sweet acronym: CREW!). Seems that the White House has been keeping its visitor logs a secret, technically a violation of the Freedom of Information Act. Presidential records are protected by law… but the trick is that these logs are not presidential records. In fact, they are Secret Service records and those fall under the provisions of the aforementioned Info Act.

The Bush White House, however, was trying their damnedest to turn those logs into presidential records. In short, they didn’t want Americans terrorists to see the names of White House visitors. (It’s so sad when the fed has to keep its actions hidden from ITS GODDAMN CONSTITUENTS. But I digress…) CREW up and sued and a judge agreed with their point: the administration had to cough up the logs in response to CREW’s Freedom of Information Act request. And really, god knows what names are going to show up on that thing. Speculatively, some scary Christian leaders, a lot of tycoony types and I’m betting some Arab names that will send chills down your spine.

This was yesterday: Tuesday, December 18th. (More details by clickin’ here…)

Now, back to the fire. The one that happened on the morning of Wednesday, December 19th. What did we establish typically gets lost in government building fires? Documents. Where was this fire? Cheney’s office suite. Now, who was trying to keep some records hidden lately? The President. And who does the dirty work and would have sensitive logs near his station? The Veep.

Admittedly, that’s simple math. But in an administration highlighted by its collective insight of a 16 year old pregnant girl (callin’ it back), the addition tends to be simple. I’ll make a significant wager that at least a few pages of those logs come up missing; “destroyed in the recent fire” they’ll say. Wonder who could have been listed on those pages? Guess we’ll never know!

Long and short, no one will care except 9/11 truth-seekers. And I’m not sure if there is a segment of our population more unjustly marginalized for being “unpatriotic” than those cats.

Most disturbing is this idea: in 5 years, if they actually peg some low-level administration employee for arson, he’ll cry “National Security”. And still, no one will notice… because Dakota Fanning will be preggers.


More Fun from the Spears Clan

December 19, 2007

In case you haven’t heard by now, Jamie Lynn Spears is pregnant. Here’s her dossier for perusal:

  • Star of Nickelodeon’s Zoey 101
  • Sister of internationally-known skank Britney Spears (probably with child herself… or married secretly… or something)
  • Collects porcelain dolls
  • Was born April 4, 1991

For those of you good at math, you realize that this chick isn’t even a chick yet. She’s a 16 year old kid. I guess she really really liked the movie Juno. I did too. But I didn’t knock up any teenagers just to prove it.

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You know, on second thought, I think she’s ready to be a mother. Yeah. She looks ready.

A hilarious account of this story can be perused at Egotastic.

Contrary to what some may think, I actually like America — y’know, conceptually. But it’s this kind of shit that makes me ashamed to show my face in any other nation on the planet. Even Canada. You’d think with all the influence and money the dipshit Spears sisters wield, it would behoove them to act responsibly, contribute to social causes and overall make the world a better place. But why bother when it’s just easier to fuck and add more idiots to our gene pool.

Y’know, all cynicism aside, this child will most likely be raised in a stable, loving environment with all the privileges it could ever need, all the while blessed with a sober and functioning mother-father unit.

HA! I’m just fucking with you. This kid is screwed.


Macy’s Hates Blind People & Why Waldo is Scary

December 18, 2007

Time for today’s hot, steaming bowl of stupid. This fresh dip is care of Macys.com.

Macy’s is a large department store. They have an enlarging online presence… hah… “enlarging presence.” And this is how they treat their blind customers:

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Astute observers will note that the link for visually impaired customers appears IN THE TINY FUCKING PRINT ON THE BOTTOM OF THE PAGE. Good thinking, Macy’s webteam. The first thing the visually impaired person will look for is the smallest print.

Go ahead, click the pic. See for yourself.

While I’m sure most “visually impaired” websurfers have a special computer program that automatically guides them to these sorts of things, this still strikes me as downright inane. But I get it Macy’s; you don’t really want to appeal to the blind demographic. Because to your current clientèle, blind people are like, ewww, gross or something. Although, with your prices, maybe you should consider pandering to more customers who can’t read those gaudy price tags! *zing of the day!*

Separate thought. Is it just me or do Where’s Waldo? books sort of encourage stalking?

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I’ll find you, Waldo. Then we’ll be together forever.


And For Your Friday Viewing…

December 14, 2007

Learn something for once.


Who Framed Roger Clemens?

December 14, 2007

I was thinking about titling this post “The Needle and the Damage Done” but then figured about 80% of people blogging about this issue are using it. And they probably don’t even like Neil Young as much as I do. C’est la vie…

Yesterday, Senator George Mitchell released his lengthy report exposing the extent of steroid abuse in Major League Baseball. Perhaps the biggest name attached to rampant ‘roiding was Roger Clemens. (To which the gallery replied “yeah, so we figured.”) Of course, Clemens – through his lawyer – has vehemently denied the allegations. But I seem to remember – what year was it? 2005? – when he started his season on the 51st game of the year. He said he didn’t know if he was going to play again because of family and stuff, but he was mysteriously sitting out the exact amount of games required by the MLB for a first positive steroid test. And Bud Selig totally covered it up because he’s a greedy numbnut and it worked because baseball is making more and more each year. CONSPIRACY, I cry!

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But that’s not even the half of how deep it goes. Some scary stuff about Clemens was revealed in the Mitchell Report. Y’know… aside from the common practice of shooting steroids into his ass, The Rocket has also been implicated in:

  • Participating, along with numerous associates, in a con known as the “Spanish Prisoner”… bilking a Toronto businessman out of millions; this was done – it was reported – to raise funds for a “Vegas vacation”
  • Tying fishing line to Bill Buckner’s glove in Game 6 of the 1986 World Series in order to “keep him on his toes”
  • The aiding and abetting of fugitive robots
  • Buying orphaned infants from China and distilling their stem cells into a brew he called “Rocket Fuel” chinese-baby.jpg
  • Receiving numerous citations from the NYPD for “Failure to Signal Before Throwing a Pointy Object at Mike Piazza”
  • Pooling his resources with Michael Vick in order to buy a Stinger missile from Iran; later, after a night of drinking and dog fighting with Vick, would pledge allegiance to Al Qaida
  • Multiple incidents of domestic abuse when his children would fart, he would call “doorknob”, and proceed to punch them in the arm mercilessly until they got up and touched the nearest doorknob
  • Killing a total of 19 hitchhikers from 1984-1990
  • Shooting his own version of Human Growth Hormone into Andy Pettitte’s ass (GROAN!!!)

Pretty scary stuff. I always thought Clemens was a big douchebag… but calling “doorknob” on his own seed? That’s fucked up, man. That’s just so fucked.


Jessica Alba — Victim of the Worst Hollywood Trend Ever

December 13, 2007

Well, it’s official…

Jessica Alba is preggers.

You read it. Gestating. Knocked up. With child.

Say your fond goodbyes, boys and girls, to this:

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I can unequivocally say that Alba is now a victim of the most disturbing trend ever: child-bearing. What is with starlets and their babies? It’s so gross and interferes with all my deepest fantasies. The only child that should be in that belly is mine! And he’ll be a fantastic pitcher, drafted by the Oakland A’s in 2025 and make it to the show in 2027. Then he’ll get traded to the Mets and they’ll go on to win every World Series until 2036. That’s when the aliens come and implode the world. Because imploded planets are their fuel. The irony will be palpable.

Did you know: Alba’s man’s name is Cash Warren. Cash Warren. Cash. Warren. He has a first name for a last name and a last name for a first! You fucking tool. I can hear the backstory now: “My parents met at a Johnny Cash concert and fell in love.” They’re also retarded.

And how stupid is this from a business/career stand point? Jessica, as indicated in numerous interviews (for example…), thinks she’s smart. Well, here’s a perfect counterpoint. Lady, your career is based on that cute face and unbelievable caboose of yours; it ain’t your mastery of the theatrical arts. It’s based on the fact that you’re a masturbatory fantasy for boys and men (and lesbians) aged 12 to 112; it ain’t your consistently mediocre performances in such gems as Good Luck, Chuck, Dark Angel and Awake. Say what you will about our culture and society and it’s obsession with hotties and our expectations of them, but the bottom line is you just took a piss on your career for a least 4 or 5 years. Not exactly what I’d call “smart.” And you aren’t the “comeback with a gripping indie drama and win an Oscar” type either…

Bye bye Jessica Alba.

Hello Mary Elizabeth Winstead!


Random Traffic = People Who Don’t Think We’re Funny

December 12, 2007

Well, the votes are in and the verdict is clear. People just don’t get it.

Over the past few days, TrawTopia has been blessed with a massive increase in traffic — although believe me, the numbers aren’t that impressive. Nevertheless, image searches for the phrases “fat cat” and “Michael Vick” are shipping virgin readers to this humble blog by the assload. Again, I use that term loosely and comparatively. It’s not like we’ve ever had even 1,000 hits in a day. And I don’t care. Our friends come here, read something we wrote or watch some video we’ve linked and leave snarky comments. That’s how TrawTopia works.

Recent trends in the mass media, however, are sending strangers thisaway and that’s cool too. I’d like to preface this by saying “thank you for commenting.” It’s good to have everyday world citizens sharing their thoughts and feelings about our “work.”

Now, to mock three in particular for being total fucking idiots. Here we go… in chronological order of hilarious comments.

On the 8/7/2007 post “And in Kitty News…”

Aurobindo Ghosh Says:
December 10, 2007 at 11:37 am edit

Isn’t this cat simply beautiful? And a word about Mr. fun=fun Says. Pal you have a serious brain damage. Get lost and then roast your penis and testicles on your barbecue holiday.

How could you say something like that mean to an innocent creature?

OK, I’ll backtrack a little on my “fucking idiots” statement for this guy. (No such mercy for the next two, however.) Aurobindo has taken offense to a remark made by regular TrawTopia commenter “fun=fun.” Fun — we’ll call him that for short — mused that Britain’s fattest cat would be delicious when skinned and fried. I can see where that would put someone off. So I’m with you for that part, Auro. Granted you’re totally overlooking that was said ENTIRELY in jest. But here is where you lose me:

“Get lost and then roast your penis and testicles on your barbecue holiday”?

Let’s play “Where in the World is Aurobindo Ghosh?” He is clearly a foreigner, referring to what I can only guess is The Fourth of July as “your barbecue holiday.” Notice the use of the word “your”; Ghosh is not one of us! A cursory search of the name “Aurobindo” leads me to believe that he is indeed a he and probably Indian. And since I can only imagine you work in an English-speaking call center for CitiGroup or AT&T or something, you probably don’t like us. I don’t fault you for that.

But “penis and testicles”? In America, we call that “junk.”

And roasted? The funny thing is that you clearly don’t roast anything on a barbecue holiday. You barbecue. You outsmarted yourself in the span of six words.

Plus, why dig on the 4th? It’s the only day even unAmerican Americans are cool with being American. You’ve probably at least once celebrated Holi — essentially assuaging your fear of headcolds by throwing colorful powder containing hemp at each other. Y’all know we have Sudafed now, right? It can be taken orally, without brilliant stains covering your body and both gets you high and cures your illness. You’d think with all the elite medical practitioners you’re cranking out over there, this would have perhaps sunk in.

On the 8/15/2007 post “Michael Vick is in Way Deeper Than Anyone Thought… Like, Al Qaida Deep”

mich Says:
December 10, 2007 at 11:44 pm edit

micael vick aint no enemy of islam, therefore he aint gonna die. and wat if he is, so who cares. he has a right to his own belief.

First, there’s a piece of logic contained within this post I’d like to quickly dissect. “micael vick aint no enemy of islam, therefore he aint gonna die.” You must know your mathematics to come up with a proof that complex.

Anyway Mich. Mich Mich Mich… you didn’t bother reading the post, did you? You just looked at the picture of Michael Vick, on which I crudely illustrated a headwrap and scrawled “Enemies of Islam Must Die.” But you didn’t get it because YOU DIDN’T READ THE POST!

Maybe you’re a friend of Vick’s and you jumped to his defense before realizing what was actually going on because you didn’t read the post. Maybe you’re a genial Muslim fellow who knows that, in fact, there is no jihadist agenda aimed at Vick… and again, responded before reading the post. Or maybe you’re an illiterate person who didn’t go get his helper to read the post before hacking together the text in the picture and rifling out a response because you couldn’t read the post. Your command of the English language would indicate someone who is the latter of these three possibilites. But I digress…

In Glengarry GlenRoss, David Mamet writes: “you never open your mouth until you know what the shot is.” You’re at a satirical website. Things are obviously not meant to be taken at face value. So here’s the advice I leave you: READ (OR THINK) BEFORE YOU TYPE (OR SPEAK)… lest you sound as stupid as you sound.

On the 12/7/2007 post “Friday Fun: The Bright Side of Animal Cruelty”

Kimmy King Wu Says:
December 12, 2007 at 2:20 am edit

You totaly suck, dude. Shut the flip up.

This is pretty much the opposite of Mich. You clearly read… and good for you. From your spelling of the word “totally”, I’m guess you’re at about an 8th grade level. So it’s good that you could digest Mattraw’s thick prose. He’s a very intelligent man, sly and not for the dull of wit.

But I don’t think you actually watched the video…

You see, Kimmy, there’s no animal cruelty in that video. Just some never-will-be with a stupid webshow interviewing a Russian guy who doesn’t speak English and trains his cats to do wacky shit. It’s not cruel. Inconsiderate, perhaps. Ludicrous, definitely. But cruel? Not so much.

Special points for not having the balls to type “fuck” instead of “flip.” (You LOVE Napoleon Dynamite!) You wanted to put us in our place, but not come across as so tough on other people’s opinions that it might make it appear that you have own of your own. That’s very grown up of you… and explains why the world is so worthless and terrible.

ANYWHO, I hope we get some more comments like this in the near future. I’m just getting warmed up.


New Reasons to Love James Franco

December 11, 2007

Ok ok, I swear I’ll start doing something besides linking videos on here. After this: 

 I’m ready to give him the Oscar.