Sat, 3 May 2008  Americans have a lot to worry about right now.
There's the mortgage industry which must have switched to an all alcohol diet and decided that it made perfect sense to loan people more money than they would actually earn in their lifetimes. Foreclosure is now the only growth industry in the financial sector and the fastest selling homes feature the words 'Kenmore', 'Whirlpool', and 'Refrigerator' prominently on their cardboard sides.
There's the price of gas which is rising so quickly the entire Theoretical Mathematics Department at Harvard has been hired for the sole task of keeping track of oil company profits. One more increase in the cost of sweet crude and it will be cheaper to power our cars with Chanel Number Five.
Combined, these problems are giving rise to a recession which will stop the U.S. economy the way a concrete barrier stops a speeding car.
There is one bright spot, though. America leads the world in caffeine delivery technology as measured by the total amount of square footage devoted to Starbucks stores. If all of the stores were put right next to each other – I mean even more than they are now – they would cover an area approximately the size of Dallas, only with a faint coffee odor and a Norah Jones soundtrack....
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- For a very funny take on coffee drinking, I'd suggest you go and listen to Comedy4Cast episode #132. Actually, Clinton is a pretty funny guy. If you haven't been listening to Comedy4Cast you should go back and listen to all of them! But start with episode #132.
www.comedy4cast.com - Interested in supporting the 'Fair Trade Coffee' movement? Check here:
www.fairtradecoffee.org - Much of the history that I demolished in this essay came from the Wikipedia. You can find the root article on coffee here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coffee
Tags: humor essay | funny story | coffee | caffeine | starbucks | comedy
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Sat, 26 April 2008  I pity the Presidential candidates. It's not easy being them.
For starters, they live on the road twenty-four-seven. A life of travel sounds exciting until you realize that most of the time they are ending up in desolate, barely civilized places like East Armpit, New Jersey, Rattlesnake Acres, Nevada, and Kansas City. (Special note to readers in Kansas City: Not your Kansas City ... the other one.)
When they arrive they have to pretend to enjoy the local cuisine. Again, sounds interesting until you find out the local cuisine includes Auntie May's special rutabaga bouillabaisse, pig snout sandwiches or haggis. (Special note to readers in Scotland: Not your haggis ... the other kind.)
No matter where they go, the candidates have to pose for photo ops wearing fixed smiles so rigidly indestructible that they can only be removed by specially trained teams of plastic surgeons. The other folks in these photos are always minor local celebrities like the Kumquat Queen, City Mayor or the Vice President of the United States. (Special note to readers who are Dick Cheney: Not you ... the other Vice President of the United States.)...
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Tags: humor essay | funny story | pr | spin | election | comedy
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Sat, 19 April 2008  The Olympic Games represent the best in human endeavor. The spirit of friendly competition, the years of training, and the satisfaction of seeing our athletes overcome competitors who live in countries where indoor plumbing is a luxury item. It's a time of special pride for Americans and I'm sure you share my sentiment when I say, "Just how many commercials can they put in one hour?"
Every company in America (and a few from beyond our shores) is planning to cash in on the games. There's an official car, an official swim suit, an official shoe, and an official soft-drink. I'll bet there's even an official nasal spray and an official liquid drain cleaner.
Of course that's not what the Olympics is about. The Olympics is about competition. That means yet another "Dream Team." As Americans it is our duty to watch the U.S.A. basketball team play. It doesn't matter that the results sound more like blood-pressure readings than basketball scores. ("122 over 36--Your systolic is good, but your diastolic is a little low.") It doesn't matter that it's like watching the L.A. Lakers play the Richard M. Nixon Middle School team. What matters is that you get to watch a team whose total annual income is larger than the gross national product of most of the countries they play...
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- Although I teased about the Olympics in this episode, I really do have great respect for the amateur athletes who work so hard to compete and the many people organize and execute the games. You can learn more about the history and organization of the Olympic movement at its official website:
http://www.olympic.org. - If you'd like to find out about the athletes representing the United States this year, check out the U.S. Olympic Team home page:
http://www.usoc.org/ - Finally, please do consider subscribing to Grammar Girl's Quick and Dirty Tips for Better Writing. It's a great podcast and you should also consider subscribing to her free e-mail news letter. You can find info on both at:
http://grammar.quickanddirtytips.com.
Tags: humor essay | funny story | olympics | competition | guys | comedy
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Sat, 12 April 2008  I help my wife with the grocery shopping approximately every eight or nine months. That's about how long it takes her to forget what happened the last time I helped her.
When it comes to the weekly run to the Giganto-Mart, we have very different approaches. My wife likes to make a menu, prepare a list, and then stick to it. I, on the other hand, like to make a menu, prepare a list, and then buy whatever catches my eye.
Her approach has the benefit of letting her feel virtuous; she's planning and shopping methodically. My approach has the benefit of letting me feel virtuous (I'm planning methodically) and spontaneous (I'm buying whatever I want!) Sadly, there's no easy way to reconcile our two different approaches. The best my wife can do is hope to contain me.
She usually does this by sending me off in search of a specific item – canned beans, vinegar, boiled snipe – whatever she thinks will keep me occupied for the longest amount of time. The more intense the quest, the less likely I am to be distracted by ... oooh! Look at the new flavors of soda!...
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- My wife doesn't really send me hunting snipe, but if you're interested in the origin of the phrase, check out this article:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snipe_hunt
- The line about "smart guy" was my homage to the great Steve Martin film Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid. It's not a family film, but it's very funny in its own demented way. You can read more at:
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0083798/
- If you'd like to follow me on Twitter (where I try to post a note or two while I'm writing or producing), you'll find me at:
http://twitter.com/kevinleec
Tags: humor essay | funny story | shopping | groceries | husband | comedy
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