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May 18, 2011

LEAGUE OF EXTRAORDINARY PANTS

I don't know what's up in your corner of the crust, but around here in Toronto it's been raining cats and dogs and water for a week straight. Even though most us of spend 98% of the day in a dry room filled with screens, our ancestors have passed onto us a feeling of gloom whenever the weather starts acting like I banged its wife. No, wait, that doesn't make sense -- our ancestors loved rain because it fed their crops, their babies and their belief that God can piss/cry. Maybe we can all just blame it on whoever wrote that song "Sunny Days". Was it Lighthouse? Blame it on Lighthouse.

I could've spent this last rainy week on a couch wrapped in blankets and freshly washed Nautica brand sleepwear (I did). But instead I was working alongside the talented team at Marf Interactive on my new iPhone app (I didn't). The new app features beautiful graphics, a user-friendly interface and first and foremost -- a whole lotta fun. It costs $29.99. Here's some of the outrageous features we developed:

The 6th edition of the Trivial Pursuit: Glenn that includes some brand new 2010 questions. As loyal readers of this blog, here is a bonus answer to probably the hardest question in the game:

Q: What's Glenn's password for everything?
A: JRRTOLKIEN

There's also a fun photo game called "Pickle Man" where you match a picture of my face with the pickle of your choosing giving me a pickle mustache, just like in the movies. This guy sorta looks like me so it will give you a good idea of what the app can do. The only difference is that the picture below features a pickle spear, while my app, at $29.99, will offer no less than full pickles.


Speaking of sorta looking like me, the app has a fun "Celebrity Chemistry" game, where you can upload a picture of your face and it'll tell you the precise mixture of celebrities you look like. You have to pay extra to use your own picture. Since mine is included in the price of the app and because I love everyone in this world more than the world loves everyone, here is my celebrity chemistry:





You'll also have access to my full stats:

Most frequented bathroom in the world? Parent's house, upstairs
Number of times eaten at Arby's? 3

Since the above are fairly well known stats they won't be included in the actual app. When you purchase the full version you'll have access to "Number of Dreams about New Shoes" and "Thoughts about aliens per hour".

In conclusion, I dare you to ask for a birthday cake for Christmas.

May 3, 2011

MACARONI AND CAT

The world is changing so fast! Politics, murders, menu at the local Harvey's and just last night I went to bed a man and woke up a full fledged dude.

The last time we spoke, Osama bin Laden was like a unicorn -- no one knew where he was and America wanted to kill him. Meanwhile, Barack Obama had gone from being "The Prince of Tides", to the "Queen of the Desert" because he lacks the ability to make Americans happy every day of their lives. Only clowns and and bald cats know how to do that. Anyway, that all changed on May 1st when Obama killed Osama using a team of commandos led by a guy named Admiral McRaven. Now Obama is "The King Of Queens" while bin Laden's death becomes the most celebrated since the demise of Orbitz alternative beverage at the hands of reasonable humans everywhere.

Looking at the numbers, it took America 10 years, billions of dollars and a whole bunch of brave boys and goys to catch the man Time Magazine called a "Shithead mondo supreme". This makes me worried that if a super villain ever showed up, the world would have to spend AT LEAST that much stuff to get him or her. ORRRRR maybe bin Laden did have superpowers but it didn't get out because one of his superpowers is convincing people he doesn't have superpowers. That would be shitty for him because of all the things he would want to convince people of, not having superpowers wouldn't be very high on the list. I think I'd want one of those powers where you can throw up money.

As if that news wasn't enough to get your hair crispy, Canada had an election last night and Stephen Harper won the majority.

PROS

We won't need to update Canada's Wikipedia page
At the annual U.N. awards gala we'll win the staring contest and baby frightening no problem
Possibly better corn?
Good to see vampires represented at the Federal level

CONS.
(hahaha?)

Would you rather shoot a puppy or french kiss your own baby?

If you answer the former you're a serial killer and if you answer the latter you're probably a heck of an angler!


April 20, 2011

GET THE BABY, THE MILK'S EXITING MY EAR

420 BONUS PACK

Today is April 20th, or "420", the day marijuana users go on the Internet to let everyone know that it's April 20th. It's only fair since alcoholics have St. Patrick's day and heroin addicts have Christmas.

Anyway, since pot makes funny things funnier, and colourful things more delicious, I've put together a little package of stuff to take you on a trip, man. This is for potheads everywhere in this Waterworld of ours.


Heart of Gold is the most beautiful song





A cake made of pancakes




Since there are an infinite number of numbers, there's a number that's your name







Is your doggy the alien?





What if Wired Magazine is right?






We're all going to die someday

Your ancestors would not think highly of you



Feel your heart beating. What if it stops?


We're all just specks of shit on the universe's starry rear

April 16, 2011

EVER SEEN A BROWN HELICOPTER?

Last time we spoke I was on the cusp of turning 29, and as I type to you now that cusp has turned into whatever comes after a cusp, which in this case is me being 29.

29 is great so far. In the last week I've eaten two frozen pizzas, watched several hours of NHL playoff hockey and come to terms with my age by acting smarter and stronger than everyone else around me. Instead of locking up my bike I carry it wherever I go and when I see someone doing a Sudoku I give them a "psssshhhh" and throw a calculator at them. If it's a small woman who can't hurt me, I add "it's solar powered. Look it up".

To all my old friends, don't worry. I'm still the same guy you last saw at whatever age it was you saw me last. For example, I'm in the middle of a beard right now and I still pick at it like it were an extra crusty scab, as I've done to every beard I've grown for as long as I've been old enough to vote. The pubic quality of my beard hair allows this, and also helps exfoliate of all the beautiful faces I've been smooching. I only smooch one face, but that face is so damn smooth it might as well be Ryan Gosling covered in Cool Whip oil based topping while Peabo Bryson sings in the corner dressed up as Lando Calrissian.

With a new age comes a new set of responsibilities. Luckily, I've read enough Tom Clancy novels to know what it's like for an adult to function in adult society. Now here's Tom Clancy to introduce a new segment that relates to this introduction:

Welcome to Questions and Answers, a new feature where Glenn answers questions that he asks himself. I use this method all the time, which has guided me to wealth beyond human comprehension. For example, "what do I want to eat for lunch today?" Books. BAM. Million dollar career. "what's my wife's favourite word?" Espionage. BAM. 87 consecutive NY Times Bestsellers.

Question - When is the right time to buy a house?

The time is never right to buy a house because a house is the stupidest thing you can buy. Houses don't move and don't have anything to do with computers, so why would a modern, dynamic, tech saavy new adult like me even want one? I mean, a first generation iPod is more powerful than a house. The only thing you can plug into a house is a charger to charge your computers. Cut out the middle man, man! Until houses come fully wired, I'd prefer to avoid them altogether.

Question - Should I buy, or lease a car?

Neither. No one needs to leave their computer anymore because of the Internet. If I want to drive to say, Cairo RIGHT NOW, I can so with a quick image search in my favourite search engine. Hmm, let's see...I'm hungry! Typical human problem. I guess I should drive my Pontiac over to the farmstead for some onions. The problem? It'll take a full hour. With my computer I can order Pizza or chicken right to my door.

Question - When's the right time to have kids?

The best time to have kids is when a historical moment happens. That way, you'll never forget about your kids because you associate them with something totally special. If my partner's eggs were ripe enough, I'd take full advantage and fertilize her in time for the Royal Wedding coming up in a couple of weeks. When he or she or it is born and starts pooing all over your stereo, you can still manage to crack a smile because you remember that it was born on a wonderful day.

Isn't it beautiful seeing life being handled with such ease? I feel like Parker Lewis over here!

April 7, 2011

PART FART, PART GARTH

In exactly one day and forty nine moments, I'll be turning the ripe age of 29, the final year of my childhood.

I can grow a beard, I don't have all my hair, I own more than two pairs of shoes and I buy all my own bread. Also, just last week my family experienced a medical emergency. Is this a pivotal point in my life? If I were a Quantum Leap episode, is this where I'd get Bakula'd?

The answer to this question lies in the toilet of Mount Scary, due north of the Plains of Pizazz. The toilet is really just a small pond just path the main cave, but still.

So far, in 29 years I...

- can cook
- know about computers
- can drive a car and a small truck
- still have shirts from grade 11
- never learned any really good guitar solos
- got over my fear of dogs by barking back
- traveled to some good countries, avoided shitty ones like Poland
- still haven't seen 2001 A Space Odyssey
- haven't met a bra that I haven't sniffed

Okay, that last one certainly isn't true, but will probably kick in around age 65.

Upon reflection, if I were to go back and tell the little me what I'm up to these days, he'd be pretty cool with it all, especially when I tell him I own a remote-controlled tank. He's won't be too happy that McDonald's hasn't named their fries after him yet, but I still have time. And lots of campaign work to do! Here's what I have so far:

- everyone serves fries and they're all called fries. Call them Golden McGlenns and create a new character that's me but I'm a potato and you've got yourself a million dollars right there.

- My body is shaped like fries

- I smell like oil before I bathe and like herbs after. Your fries don't have herbs...yet

- At the end of the day, you are what you eat, and I eat a lot of fries

THIS DAY IN LIVEJOURNAL HISTORY
Birthday Eve Edition

It's that time again to pat my own bum bum and show you what life was like for me in the early days of the 21st century, a time when cars were fast and women were faster. Here's a sampling of feelings I had going in various birthdays over the years:

April 7th, 2002 (1 day until 20 years old)

Man did we get drunk last night. I had fun until neil and andy got into a fight about NHL 2002 that ended up with neil slapping and choking andy. But like males do they made up after five minutes and we watched top guun and went to bed.

Well tommorow I'm 20 years old thats nutso. I haven't done too much in 20 years so that leaves a lot to look forward to later i guess.

What does a boys locker room shower and (name of friend we used to gently rib) have in common?


When its knob is turned by naked men hot liquid expels.

April 7th, 2003 (1 day until 21 years old)

Well, school's just about over. I decided to miss this afternoon's classes because I feel it is snowing too hard.
I wrote some questionable stand up about names of diseases and I know that life-threatening disease jokes usually aren't very good but I think there's some potential.

Roger Exact and The Precise Calculations ahaha just thought of that one

Extreme tangy salsa doritos are A+

April 6th, 2005 (2 days until 23)

Does anyone want a free 13 inch (i think) colour tv? FREE

I;m done school forever! (unless i go back one day)


MEAT SAUCE

April 6th, 2006 (2 days until 24)

I invented a new hair style where you grow your sideburns long enough to gel them so that they look like they're attached to your eyebrows.

March 24, 2011

GOOD OLD FASHIONED CHALK SALE

MOVIE REVIEW
❤❤VALLEY GIRL❤❤❤❤❤




The film is about a girl from the Valley who falls in love with a man not from the Valley, which spells bad news for the girl's social status but good news for the man's boner index. I don't know what happens in the last part of this movie because I fell asleep. While I was awake, I had trouble understanding the dialogue, not because I don't understand Valley, but because the sound on this DVD was horrendous. It didn't help that I've been trying really hard not to hear lately because this goddamn bird keeps chirping right outside my window every morning at 8:30am, so it was hard for me to go back into 'listening intently' mode.

There were quite a few shots of bare breasts, and some good old fashioned 80's fun, but as a whole I didn't really like this movie. Nicholas Cage is supposed be this bad boy hunk, but he comes across as more of a gawky brush-headed weenis whose teeth were unfortunately still years away from being veneered. The ladies of the film do a good job being naive, sexy, 25 year old looking teenagers, but the aforementioned is as easy to come by in movies as wet pavement and angry police chiefs.

But who am I to lambast a movie aimed at teenaged girls that came out almost 30 years ago? Actually, if you were to ask anyone who's played the "Movie Game" with me they'd tell you that's one of my areas of expertise. So eat shit and die Valley Girl. You wasted and hour or so of time I could've used to compile a list of local nerds I plan on laughing at.

Since I don't know how this movie ends, I'm going to guess:

The guy and the girl decide to keep seeing each other because of love. Then she realizes he's actually poor.

Everyone dances at the mall, even the pretzel guy with the mustache who is at first all like "hey!" then some babes grab him and he's like "hhhOOOOhhoooookay!"

Nic Cage gets a Valley makeover but no one recognizes him anymore so he moves to Texas and raises beef

Cage teaches the girl the word "menial" and she won't stop using it

The last line is Cage saying "That's why you're the Valley Girl and I'm the Mountain Dude"

The high school is playing a big football game and Cage runs on the field, eats the ball, then grabs the girl and spikes her in the end zone.

There's a spaghetti eating contest

The girl realizes he was one of the original Grousekateers and takes him back

I realized I haven't been sharing very much personal information with the Internet lately, so I gave you that tidbit about the bird to keep all the gossip hounds off my IP address.

March 16, 2011

HOW TO DATE A COP




ST. PATRICK'S DAY SURVIVAL GUIDE

I'm not going to celebrate St. Patrick's Day this year because I think it's in bad taste to celebrate a Saint who drove all the Japanese out of Ireland considering what's been going on. Don't let me stop you from having a good time, especially all you real Irish out there who are excitedly finishing off the last of their Advent Sausages in anticipation of tomorrow's festivities. Deep down in my heart and in my soul I am a teacher and so despite my apprehension I've compiled some tips and tricks to ensure your St. Patrick's day is safe and fun, like having sex with jean jackets on.

Fashion-wise, don't get all huffy puffy, tearing your wardrobes apart looking for green things. Most Irish people dress in greys, tans and blacks to match their souls. The best part about these colours is that they act as a canvas for the barf you're going to spray all over yourself at some point in the night. I recommend experimenting with different coloured drinks -- a bit of green beer, some black Guiness, and maybe a touch of Purple Leprechaun Explosion would make a fine paint.


Not all Irish love to puke, which is why they eat potatoes all day. Irish people are a lot like ducks in that way, and though many an Irish have eaten stones because they look like Nerds candy, most stick to potatoes to aid in digesting and absorbing their breakfast beers. If you don't grow your own potatoes you can find them at your local grocer in the produce section. Look for potatoes that don't have any cobwebs or blood on them and cook them according to package instructions.

When people get drunk and pretend they're Irish, they tend to have sex with one another even though sex was banned in Ireland in 1987. If you're going to have sex with something do it as the Irish do -- in a government-sanctioned procreation kiosk. Since we don't have any in our country and because I made it up, you might want to try having sex in a bush or maybe even ditch. Just pick some place that's bound to be covered in throw-up for an authentic experience and try out an "Irish Condom" while you're at it -- a Guiness soaked U2 CD booklet tied your dong with sheep intestines.

And from the WIDAHIA vault, here is last year's St. Patrick's Day poem, copied and pasted below for your convenience:

A poem for St. Patrick

Oh you green man, your day is here
When lasses and lads drink purple beer

Haha, you're smart, you caught my lie
Now let's all eat some apple pie

What's that? No pie? Not today?
I don't think I get this holiday

This is the one where people chew
And give small gifts to their nephew

They swat at bees and swim all day
While sisters bake their cassoulets

We all wear ties, even the misses
And each give our legs 100 kisses

Don't give me that look you stupid shit
This is St. Patrick's Day, isn't it?

I guess my parents lied to me
Cause we celebrate with pies and bees

Green beer, dumb hats and leprechauns?
I think I'll pass and head to Don's

My dad and me will kiss some legs
And eat St. Patrick's Easter Eggs

And I can't wait until Christmas Day
When we eat a bear and pretend we're gay

March 10, 2011

THE BIGGEST NAME IN BACKPACKS

QUESTIONS OF TODAY

Are trains expensive to buy these days?

Do those who own rope companies worry that the Internet will somehow render their product obsolete one day?

Just who are the Ladies of the Circle of Perfection?

I saw this sign at a hotel I stayed at recently. When I strode past the Gateway Ballroom I smelled baby powder and heard what sounded like a cat purring over a microphone. My best guess is they're working on some way to give men a period. Oh no wait, that was already an episode of the X-Files. Mulder blames aliens, Scully blames herself and in the end it has something to do with the chemical makeup of a new deep fried sub that everyone in town goes crazy for.

If you have answers to any of these questions please keep them to yourself until my new science show "What's That?" starts next quarter.



March 8, 2011

JUKE BOX GUMBALL MACHINE WITH WHEELS

Here is the lecture at delivered at last night's Trampoline Hall, in the heart of Toronto's oration district. I wore current fashions and had my hair and beard cropped short.

Unfortunately, in this text-only version you won't be able to experience my signature intonation and body language, which actually makes the whole thing seem like 8 gold ribbon lectures in 1. I once told the story of Return of the Jedi to a bunch of deaf soldiers using just my nose.

BEING AN ASSHOLE

I am not an asshole. I’m a nice, smiley, easy-going guy, who doesn’t get mad very often. The odd time I do get mad it’s usually because of assholes. It’s not just their actions that bother me but the frustration in not being able to comprehend the reasons behind these actions. Thus, I’m taking this opportunity to gain expertise into the mind and behaviour of assholes so that maybe I’ll be able to tolerate them in the future.

A North American asshole is a creature who spends its life frustrating non-assholes by acting unbecoming in a given scenario. Depending on your own vernacular and the region you’re from, an “Asshole” may also be known as a:

Butthole

Butthead

dick face

dick hole

shithead

fuck face

dick weed

shit brain

poo face

dick wipe

ass wipe

poo smear

ass head

dick lick

or simply, jerk.

For the purposes of this discussion, I further define a real asshole as someone who cannot provide a reasonable answer to the question “why are you being such an asshole?”, a question assholes are faced with every day. Most of us are temporary assholes, in that we occasionally display traits associated with the common asshole, and can probably answer the question with simple reasons such as “I had a bad day”.

Looking at my own experience, I realized that when I am an asshole it’s because someone else is being, or was an asshole to me first. In some cases I’ve acted this way in order to survive being around other assholes, and in other cases I’ve acted like an asshole because it seemed like a lot of fun. As an example of being an asshole to survive other assholes, I have a habit of being aggressive and greedy when food is available to a group. This isn’t a trait I was born with but rather something I’ve developed over the years to survive other assholes acting in the same fashion. It started in my youth when I was forced to compete with my brother and father for an equal share of a rare box sugary cereal my mom would treat us to. Ofttimes the box would get polished off in a day, so to get my fair share I’d have to force myself to eat over two bowls in 24 hours. It didn’t even matter if I was hungry or not, I demanded fairness even though my dad and brother are my physical opposites and were therefore mathematically entitled to more. But I took their aggressive eating as an asshole move aimed directly at me so I needed to act like them to ensure they didn’t beat me.

When I was a teenager pizza flowed like wine because all the moms knew it was easier to order us a pizza rather than have us raid her well-stocked fridge and pantry containing the elements of the week’s planned meals. Teenagers are naturally hungry creatures, so the competition for slices was fierce. It got so bad that some would go as far as to lick certain slices just to ensure future ownership, and so to this day when someone lays down a hot fresh pie, my competitive juices instinctively start to flow and I attack despite my competition or my level of hunger.

The asshole in me also comes out during intramural co-ed sports, where assholes are surprisingly common considering the lack of stakes involved. Recently, I was playing floor hockey when a player from the other team pushed one of our girl players and refused to apologize. I’m the most non-confrontational person around, but something about this asshole’s behaviour turned me into an asshole. I demanded he apologize and when he didn’t I took the next opportunity to slash at him, which he didn’t like. We got into a bit of an argument that eventually led to me saying “At least I don’t push girls”. I could hear the other team’s bench saying stuff like “he’s just a sore loser”, as we were not winning the game and all of a sudden I felt like a real, honest to goodness asshole, a feeling I didn’t want to feel again.

Professional sports, hockey in particular is governed by an asshole vs. asshole mentality -- if a player on one team is being a particularly big asshole to a player on the other team then it’s up to that player, or one of his teammates to be a bigger asshole back. In fact, professional hockey teams actually seek out assholes to fill the role of “agitator”, which is someone who is willing to be a huge asshole in order to get the other team to act like assholes enough to hopefully get them penalized for it. As a guy who grew up playing sports, I can tell you that many of the best opponents I faced were assholes because in physical sports athletes are continually told that the meaner they are the farther they’ll get. The business world isn’t much different, as one must be willing to screw over the other guy in order to get ahead. The recent financial crisis basically boiled down to a bunch of assholes being assholes, while Donald Trump, one of the world’s most famous businessmen, has made millions with his catch phrase “you’re fired”, a phrase typically linked with assholes.

So acting like an asshole is a way for us to survive other assholes, but it’s also a way to have fun. Satan is probably the most famous asshole around, and he or she seems to have a lot fun, like Al Pacino’s Satan in The Devil’s Advocate or Elizabeth Hurley’s in “Bedazzled”. Children are especially susceptible to these “being bad is good” messages, and I was no different. When “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles the movie” was released in 1990, I was just 8 years old. At that time I was both fascinated and terrified by neighbourhood assholes who would steal bikes and hockey sticks and hog the Street Fighter machine at the pizzeria. I would watch at a cautious distance, curious as to what age I would automatically start being bad. The Ninja Turtles film features a gang of asshole teenagers who make up the lowest tiers of Shredder’s ‘Foot Clan’. Shredder knows exactly how to treat these assholes and provides them with a warehouse full of arcade games, hip hop music, skateboard ramps, cartons of cigarettes, booze and gambling so long as they keep being bad. To a non-pubic eight year old this was my Xanadu -- a place filled with stuff I wouldn’t have access to unless I had irresponsible parents, or was of age. It never looked more fun to be an asshole, and luckily I was too much of a wiener to actually do these things, and my neighbourhood didn’t have a warehouse full of fun shit, so I went about my life wondering when I’d get the chance to try smoking.

Usually, if I got in trouble in school it was because I wanted to imitate other assholes around me. In one instance our school hosted a district-wide softball tournament and me and some friends happened to catch a game during the girl’s round robin. Someone noticed that a girl on the other team had developed further than most girls our age and after gawking and giggling, we started muttering “jiggle, jiggle, jiggle” every time she ran the bases. I would have never started such a chant, nor would I have even thought to have said it if I were by myself, but since my friends were being assholes and having a good time doing it, I joined right in and was reprimanded shortly thereafter by our French teacher whose face was a shade of deep red, commonly associated with embarrassment and pure fury.

Still though, I like to think that assholes find being an asshole a lot more effortless. Real assholes don’t necessarily need someone to be an asshole to them first. So are people simply born assholes?

This holds water because I feel to be a true asshole you must be one for most of your life. Maybe the world needs assholes to ensure we humans don’t progress too far, too fast. The 1993 Stephen Spielberg film, “Jurassic Park” explored the subject of scientific progress and its inherent dangers. Analyzing the film now, I realize that all it took to halt the progress of the Jurassic Park and make the heroes realize that it wasn’t a good idea to remake dinosaurs, were the actions of a single, greed-driven asshole (Seinfeld’s Wayne Knight). According to Chaos Theory, the park would’ve failed regardless, but at least he made them realize it before it officially opened for business. Perhaps God is apprehensive about awarding the human race another Eden after what happened to Adam and Eve, so he stocked the world with snakes, the original assholes, to keep us on our toes.

If Wayne Knight’s character in Jurassic Park was driven by greed and was thus an asshole. Is a greedy person automatically an asshole, and are all assholes greedy? Not necessarily, but they’re certainly related. It brings to mind the personal experience I had with an asshole sometime around grade 9. I don’t truly hate many people, because to hate is to be an asshole, but this one guy made it personal between us this one day he came over to my house. He was with another friend of mine and they had just finished a poker game at a different location. At some point during the visit he excused himself under the guise of checking out my brother’s pet lizard. When he got back he and the other guy left shortly after and I didn’t think much of it. When I returned to my room later on I noticed my wallet wasn’t there and I automatically remembered that there had been an asshole in my house. It was then that my friend who had accompanied the asshole showed up at my door and returned my wallet saying that the asshole had taken it and that he felt bad and brought it back minus the fifteen dollars that I knew had been in there. Being a nice guy, I was shocked to learn that someone I knew would openly rob me, so it was quite the shock to the system. I retaliated by telling the guy’s mom what had happened, and then me and my friends took a bunch of shoes from his family’s sun porch and distributed them around the neighbourhood. I eventually got the money back and had a minor altercation with the asshole during a game of road hockey, which closed the case. Now, was the asshole acting purely out of greed? No, I don’t think so. First of all, I know that the day he took my wallet he had lost bad at poker and was embarrassed by this in front of friends who he continually tried to impress. I think part of him wanted to save face by pulling off this stunt and knew that because I was the gentlest in our group of friends, that I was the easiest target. So I think it was the combination of trying to look cool in the face of embarrassment as well as his decision to prey on the weak, that truly made him an asshole. Greed was certainly sprinkled in there, but if fifteen dollars was all he wanted, he could’ve probably just asked his parents, or stolen it from them, as they were fairly well off judging by the Porsche they owned. So greed, along with preying on the weak may indeed be the main characteristic of a certain asshole, but I think it’s more a symptom than an actual cause.

It’s obviously hard to pin down what actually causes someone to be an asshole, but I do believe there’s one simple characteristic that makes one the real thing. True assholes are what they are without any regard for the people who are affected by their behaviour. This is what makes one a true asshole -- a total lack of empathy. A true asshole doesn’t know that he or she even is one. A true asshole will answer our question “why are you being such an asshole?” with a blank stare, a roll of the eyes or even a punch to a sensitive area.

And this is why I don’t understand assholes. It’s obviously never right to make someone else’s life miserable, but when it’s done without an ounce of empathy, whether before, during of after an incident, it’s simply inexcusable. I’ve done some asshole things in my life like petty vandalism and theft and getting mad at a significant other for a dumb reason, but no matter what I’ve done I always feel bad at some point because most of us know right from wrong. As an empathetic person, I do my best to understand how other people are feeling, but I’ll never understand an asshole and an asshole will probably never understand me.

You’ll notice that I didn’t provide much recent experience with assholes. I tried to think of why and it’s either because I’m now an asshole and I just don’t know it, or I’ve naturally surrounded myself with non-assholes only. Also, I realized my definition of a true asshole means that there probably aren’t many of them out there. Can you think of any, or is my definition too narrow? Just the other day I read a Tweet from a guy I always thought of as a true asshole, juice magnate Frank D’Angelo, that I think proved his authenticity based on my definition. His tweet read “Two kinds of people in the world -- Good Souls and Assholes”. Clearly he didn’t write that thinking he was the latter, despite his record of sexual assaults and police corruption. I ask of you to consider these things during the Q and A.

In conclusion, I ask of you this, you asshole -- do your best to obey the Golden Rule. It’s called the Golden Rule because it’s the most valuable rule we have. Since the rule is so golden and valuable it only makes sense that assholes of the world would seek to take it for their own or simply destroy it.

March 4, 2011

MAN MOM


WIDAHIA EXCLUSIVE

I bring you a never before seen, on-set photo of CATWOMAN from Christopher Nolan's upcoming Batman film, Being Batman slated for a 2012 release:

The film is currently shooting in Chicago and my spies tell me that Nolan has rented out Wrigley Field for two whole days. This means we could possibly see the 'Batman pitches a no-hitter' storyline from BODACIOUS BATMAN #43 in the film!

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