Monday, December 26, 2011

How to Be Insufferable

Not sure how to drive those around you batshit crazy? Here's a few simple tips.

1. Speak loudly, and interrupt other people when they start to speak. If they continue speaking after you've interrupted them, gradually raise your voice until they have no choice but to desist or raise their own voice. If they raise their voice, accuse them of shouting.


2. Smirk, but only when other people are talking. Whatever you have to say is clearly of the utmost importance, so don't undermine your position by not being dead serious whenever you force the spotlight on yourself.

3. You are the ultimate authority on whatever topic you've pulled out of the hat. Remember that, and be sure to remind other people that may have forgotten that you are smarter than them and therefore always right.

4. Repeatedly imply that your speaking partner is A) poorly educated, or conversely, a snob, B) lazy, C) a woman, and therefore unable to understand these things because of her ovaries, D) not taking full advantage of their opportunity to bask in the glow of your wisdom.

5. Take Charge, no matter what. There is a dearth of leadership in this world, and it is your responsibility to show your fellow humans the way. If someone else is in charge, constantly question their ability to lead. You know better than they how to do their job.

6. Even if you agree, disagree.


7. That life-changing book you just read? Yeah, you're the first person in the history of the world to have had those very epiphanies. No one else is evolved enough to understand. You should let them know this.

8. Courtesy is for people who aren't qualified to pass judgement. Don't worry; you're qualified.

9. A 5% tip is large enough. That waitress is probably grateful you gave her all those pointers on how to do her job.

10. Get stinking, rip-roaring drunk at someone else's house, vomit everywhere, kiss their significant other, pass out in their bed, and then sneak out before anyone else has gotten up. It's their fault for getting you drunk like that anyway.

11. Listen to this guy's radio program;

12. Name drop, but only first names or nicknames. Example: "Ran into Brad and Ang at the Whole Foods this weekend. They invited me to dinner, but I'm already booked to go rafting with Barry and Michelle. Another time, I guess."

13a. Nothing is ever good enough. The wine, the coffee, the accommodations, the christmas present from your parents.. it all pales in comparison to whatever wine, coffee, accommodations or gift you would have chosen. Repeat after me: "This is okay, but the (insert preferred wine, coffee, etc... here) is really superior."


13b. Your inherent superiority renders you incapable of being impressed, so don't be.

14. Comment on other peoples' weight, intelligence, clothing or appearance, loudly, and in public. Someone has to.

15. Write your own blog. Quote from it.

This is just the tip of the Iceberg of Insufferability. No doubt you, gentle reader, have your own list of insufferable qualities and behaviors. It's not as good as mine, but not everyone can be perfect.

Monday, December 19, 2011

Sad Things Considered Briefly

We women so very often sell ourselves short, and we suffer for it.

I no longer date, and sometimes it is lonely, but my dating life up until 2008 (when it ended) was a soul-sucking shitfest that made me hate myself and hate men. Now that I don't date I am a much happier and more well-adjusted person. I can handle a bit of loneliness. I can't handle self-hatred.

Friends drift apart. If only we could all hug each other one last time before setting off on our divergent courses, wish each other well and mean it. Anyway, sometimes paths cross back on each other. Why burn a bridge you might cross again?

With Kim Jong-Il gone, the world may actually be a more dangerous place.

Facebook. That is all.

Good people are beautiful people, and friends and family are the most beautiful of all. So why is it so hard to say so? Because of the fear that the sentiment won't be reciprocated.

I'm ready for dinner. It's not even five pm yet.

Some days are just sad days.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Nerd Cred (a rant)

In the past week I've watched 3 episodes of Xena: Warrior Princess, two episodes of Star Trek and two episodes of Battlestar, read one whole fantasy sci fi book and started another. Bam!
You see, when other people giggle and sigh (it usually happens during the pre-pre sexy times known as "flirting") and proclaim that they are "such a nerd", I have to politely remove myself from conversation. Because I'm not a nerd.
Not. A nerd. As in, I used to watch Seinfeld, and regularly. When I bring up the Xena and Star Trek, I omit the fact that I also watched three or four episodes of Roseanne. This week.
But what is a nerd, exactly? Someone with esoteric tastes? Someone who obsesses over obscure topics ad nausem? Someone who wears pocket protectors and glasses? Is it a regional assignment (because I'm pretty sure that anyone who watches Buffy in Portland doesn't qualify as having obscure, esoteric tastes and interests)?
What is it?
I think it is this; a declaration of membership, specifically to the shockingly popular and elitist Portland Nerd Herd Society,and they have strict and narrow viewership/interest requirements, which include Buffy and knitting and shirking all forms of physical activity that do not involve a bicycle. That is all. I could submit myself to hours and hours of viewing and bike riding and soon enough join the ranks, but as Groucho Marx (I think) put it, I wouldn't want to be a member of any club that would have me.
I'd rather be in my own, personal, one-person club of one, where the women are cheap and the liquor is easy. In my one person club of one, I will wax poetic over topics of my choice, which include; 1)boats. 2) the Patrick O'Brian series (which animal ate Captain Aubrey's hat? Correct, it was the sloth! What was the fate of Haribidian? Correct, it was Death by Sharks!) 3) Public transportation, 4) forest service wildlife management, 5) the yearly calendar replacement, 6) walking, 7) the vile nature of beets (uggghhh...),8) why 'series' anything is better than single projects, and so on. I would be very entertained!
Isn't that nerd cred enough? Doesn't having an interest in calendars qualify me for genuine nerdhood? Do I really have to watch more Joss Whedon stuff? Nothing against him, but when did he become a Nerd Requirement? What if you're (gasp) appreciative, but not worshipful? What if you like (GASP!) period dramas and (*gurgle!*-choke!-) Mel Brooks comedies? Where does that leave you? Huh?
Recently, someone told me that they did not like the Big Lebowski because it was mainstream. They are stupid. They are lying, to me, to themselves, to the world. They don't like the Big Lebowksi because they don't like that 'herd' feeling. Which is odd, dontcha think, considering how herdlike the nerdhood of Portland tends to be? Considering how many, many people shirk the 'mainstream' to jump into the same very, very crowded little puddle? A puddle of Whedon...
Bahahahahaha!
Now while we're still here, and you're probably a huge Whedon fan and already firing off a death threat via the internet, let me just say this; Bollocks, you! Take it like a man!
Oh, wait... but, you are, aren't you? Isn't that sad...
But what I actually meant to say was this; I like most of the Portland Nerd Herd society stuff. I just don't like all of it. I really don't like the elitist attitude surrounding it one stinkin' bit (it's put me off any Whedon viewings for the time being), but you find that shit everywhere. Football, soccer, the hoity-toity art world, the theater scene, politics and religion (duh), animal ownership, yada yada yada...
Yada yada yada is from Seinfeld.
There seems to be a lot of this attitude in Portland. I'd happily have the same attitude if everyone was nerding up on some Patrick O'Brian. They're not, though. Sigh...
Perhaps it is time to slink off into the night and find... My People. We will talk about boats. Oh, yes.

Friday, December 2, 2011

Lookin' Good, Moneybags!

Ever wonder what it would be like to be fabulously stinking rich? I do, but not in any realistic sense. My imaginings tend to look a lot like this:
Look at this jerk. Tack-o-rama. I'd keep my millions safely tucked away under my mattress where I store the Emergency Skittles, and never, never flaunt it in front of the prols.
But seriously, lately I've been angry at rich people. I mean, why not? They're an easy target, I don't know any of them personally, and they spend money on ridiculously stupid shit. Namely, each other. And, like it or not, we can't seem to shake the 'rich' habit. We have reality tv shows starring rich people, Congress is full of Richie McRiches who support and push legislation for the betterment of the rich, the heads of all of our major companies are loaded to the gills and have minimal taxes to pay, and twice a week everyone in Arkansas goes down to the local 7-11 and buys a lottery ticket so that they, too, can become a Moneybags.
It's easy to resent assholes who have it so good. After sitting through a couple episodes of 'Gossip Girl', I now loathe those characters with the kind of loathing I normally reserve for beets, phone companies and murderous theocratic regimes. It runs deep.
Bitches like this-
-do not deserve it. The hate, I mean. They're just people, after all. Really, really, really, really, ridiculously rich, spoiled, horrible, psychopathic people, who just want to be loved for who they are and bathe in the tears of homeless orphans. That is the main premise of 'Gossip Girl'; horrible people lying and manipulating their way into love, happiness and social acceptance while taking a huge dump on the hopes and dreams of the lower classes. Nobody asks these whores for change because they don't carry anything smaller than $100 bills, and their enormous mounds of cash are piled so high around them that they can't see anyone beyond the money bunker as it is.
We should pity them. And when we're done doing that, we should eat them.

My (delicious) proposal:
Instead of fighting the rich or trying to become one of the rich, why don't we turn them into a tasty souffle?
Below I have four recipes stolen from other websites incorporating the very wealthy. We'll start with an appetizer.

Capitalist Curry

Ingredients

  • 3 tablespoons olive oil
  • 1 small onion, chopped
  • 2 cloves garlic, minced
  • 3 tablespoons curry powder
  • 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
  • 1 teaspoon paprika
  • 1 bay leaf
  • 1/2 teaspoon grated fresh ginger root
  • 1/2 teaspoon white sugar
  • salt to taste
  • 1 Capitalist CEO - cut into bite-size pieces
  • 1 tablespoon tomato paste
  • 1 cup plain yogurt
  • 3/4 cup coconut milk
  • 1/2 lemon, juiced
  • 1/2 teaspoon cayenne pepper

Directions

  1. Heat olive oil in a skillet over medium heat. Saute onion until lightly browned. Stir in garlic, curry powder, cinnamon, paprika, bay leaf, ginger, sugar and salt. Continue stirring for 2 minutes. Add pieces of CEO, tomato paste, yogurt, and coconut milk. Bring to a boil, reduce heat, and simmer for 20 to 25 minutes.
  2. Remove bay leaf, and stir in lemon juice and cayenne pepper. Simmer 5 more minutes.Serve hot.
 
Get that yummy in my tummy! But we can't stop there. The main course will fill a void you never knew you had.
Sauteed Filet Do-mignon

Ingredients:

  • 2 (1-1/4 to 1-1/2-inch thick Wealthy Heiress steaks (1 to 1-1/2 pounds)
  • Salt and freshly ground black pepper
  • 1 teaspoon chopped fresh rosemary
  • Balsamic Vinegar Pan Sauce:
  • 2 teaspoons minced garlic
  • 1/4 cup dry vermouth
  • 1/4 cup beef or chicken stock
  • 2 teaspoons soy sauce
 Preparation: 
Season the Wealthy Heiress steaks generously with salt and pepper. Sprinkle with the rosemary.

In a medium, heavy skillet, heat the oil over medium-high heat. Put in the Heiress and fry her for 4 to 5 minutes per side for medium-rare (the internal temperature should be 120 to 130 degrees F.). Remove and cover loosely to keep the steaks warm while you prepare the sauce.
 
I personally prefer my Heiress well done. To polish off a delightful meal, lets add a little something sweet. Very little, in this case, and you'll need to add extra sugar to compensate for the foul taste of world domination.
Plutocrat Pudding

Ingredients

  • 6 slices leg of Plutocrat
  • 2 tablespoons butter, melted
  • 1/2 cup raisins (optional)
  • 4 eggs, beaten
  • 2 cups milk
  • 10 cups white sugar
  • 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
   Directions
  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).
  2. Break plutocrat leg into small pieces into an 8 inch square baking pan. Drizzle melted butter or margarine over bread. If desired, sprinkle with raisins.
  3. In a medium mixing bowl, combine eggs, milk, sugar, cinnamon, and vanilla. Beat until well mixed. Pour over plutocrat, and lightly push down with a fork until the bastard is covered and soaking up the egg mixture.
  4. Bake in the preheated oven for 45 minutes, or until the top springs back when lightly tapped. 
 
A complete meal! But there's more where that came from... An entire book that, someday, I'm going to write and make money off of, just as soon as I escape from Guantanamo! Be on the lookout for your very own copy of the Eat The Rich Cookbook, inspired by and featuring Mick Jagger in a scrumptious Aging Rock Star Remoulade. For those upper-middle classers who want to 'eat outside the tax bracket' I'll be including a companion booklet entitled Eat (Like) The Poor, featuring classic recipes such as Macaroni 'n' Tears, Half a Hotdog, and Boiled Everything.
Until then, ready you traps and prime your muskets. Eatin' time is close at hand!