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Shamurder

Thursday, February 25th, 2010

I originally had a post half-written from the point of view of Tilikum, the killer whale who killed Dawn Brancheau, a senior trainer at Sea World, yesterday. It was a diary told from the orca's perspective, showing a building resentment towards the trainer thanks to perceived slights and insults.

But then I reconsidered and thought that maybe I was being a little insensitive. I am a fan of the maxim that funny trumps all, but all this woman did was her job. It's one thing to find the humor in something, but what's the porpoise of it all if I'm hurting someone at the same time? Especially since this was a death that was witnessed by her coworkers and an entire grouper of spectators.

I know it may seem fishy that I'm having a change of heart when I'm not usually known for being so tactful. However, this is a local story and I didn't want to appear to be baiting anyone with a sharky sarcastic post. Additionally, this woman walrus not in the public spotlight and didn't deserve a post a trout her death when it doesn't appear to be anything other than an accident.

On the flipper side, these are dangerous wild animals. They're called killer whales for a reason, and fin order to survive around them, one has to be vigilant at all times. I think it might be easy for a trainer who had been working with them for so long to start sealing them as being friendly orca domesticated, and it's events like this that act as a reminder to always be clam, cautious and never treat wild animals caviarly.

My condolences go out tuna the family. And maybe once this isn't so fresh, I'll be able to write a funny post about it without seeming like too much of a basshole.

Even More Twitter Through History

Wednesday, January 6th, 2010

First, there was Twitter throughout history. Then there was more Twitter throughout history.

And now we have even more!

Twitter, for those of you ancient ones who think sexting is putting things in groups of six, is a microblogging site where people can tell the world what they're doing, reply to other people who are saying what they're doing, and enjoy a global nonstop conversation. It's been around for a little over two years, and there are politicians, corporations, and celebrities using it alongside us common folk.

But what if Twitter had been around for longer?

RPolanski Who wants to share a 'ludes and champagne cocktail and then have nsa sex?
7:42 PM Mar 10th, 1977 from BBS

ImThirt33n @RPolanski I'll meet you in Jack's bedroom.
7:44 PM Mar 10th, 1977 from BBS in reply to @RPolanski

HonestAbe I don't want to go to the theater tonight. I'd rather go to bed early. #WinkWink
1:03 PM Apr 14, 1865 from telegraph

MTLincoln @HonestAbe Ummm, I have a headache.
1:06 PM Apr 14, 1865 from telegraph in reply to @HonestAbe

Prometheus I have eight invites from Fire. DM me if you want one.
9:54 AM Aug 10, -4000 from messenger

Meriwether101 Is hanging out with a smoking hot chick. Wish me luck, tweeps!
6:15 PM Nov 4, 1804 from pony express

WilliamTheClarky @Meriwether101 I called dibs first. Don't break the bro code.
6:17 PM Nov 4, 1804 from pony express in reply to @Meriwether101

Sacagawea @Meriwether101 @WilliamTheClarky, I only like black dudes.
6:19 PM Nov 4, 1804 from pony express in reply to @Meriwether101

JMan My hands are fucking killing me.
6:00 PM Feb 20th, 32 from messenger

Peter @JMan You're hanging from a cross, how the hell are you tweeting?
6:06 PM Feb 20th, 32 from messenger in reply to @JMan

EdithFinkelstein Oy, these new ballots are so confusing. I can't tell if I did it right or not!
2:57 PM Nov 7th, 2000 from web

RNCVolunteer @EdithFinkelstein, Oh, it doesn't matter – what's one little vote?
3:18 PM Nov 7th, 2000 from web in reply to @EdithFinkelstein

RebelWoutCause It's a beautiful day for a drive. Think I'll take the Spyder out.
5:12 PM Sep 30th, 1955 from telegraph

How to escalate a service request

Wednesday, August 5th, 2009

CUSTOMER SERVICE HUMANOID FLUNKY: "Thank you for calling American Home Shield. How can I help you?"

ME: "My air conditioning has stopped working and I need someone to come out immediately to fix it."

CSHF: "We can put a call out to a service provider and they should contact you to schedule an appointment within four business days."

ME: "But this is an emergency. I need someone to come out within 24 hours."

CSHF: "Unfortunately, sir, we can only send someone out on an emergency call in very specific situations."

ME: "But I have a dog who can't stay home in the heat."

CSHF: "I'm sorry, sir."

ME: "And she's sick."

CSHF: "Sorry."

ME: "With some type of tumor that makes her really hot."

CSHF: "Doesn't count."

ME: "And I have an elderly person who lives here."

CSHF: "Nope."

ME: "She might die of heat stroke because she can't move very much."

CSHF: "Nein."

ME: "She's almost 100 and she weighs 900 pounds."

CSHF: "No."

ME: "And we have a baby!"

CSHF: "Nah."

ME: "With AIDS."

CSHF: "Negatory."

ME: "And another baby."

CSHF: "Nay."

ME: "With cancer."

CSHF: "Nix."

ME: "And we live in a house made of combustible materials."

CSHF: "Nuh-uh."

ME: "And the heat may make our house explode."

CSHF: "Nerf."

ME: "But Michael Jackson just died and it was so sad!"

CSHF: "Heehee shamon unh NO"

ME: "And Jon and Kate broke up!"

CSHF: "OMG REALLY? No."

ME: "But we're black!"

CSHF: "So?"

ME: "And gay."

CSHF: "Noops."

ME: "And we have four sons in Iraq."

CSHF: "Nyet."

ME: "But I'm a big deal on the Internet!"

CSHF: "Oh, well then. Why didn't you say so? Please hold while I schedule you for emergency assistance."

If we always had Twitter

Monday, June 22nd, 2009

(If you're looking for the contest winner, scroll down!)

Twitter, for those of you with your heads lodged firmly up your geriatric keisters, is a microblogging site where people can tell the world what they're doing, reply to other people who are saying what they're doing, and enjoy a global nonstop conversation. It's been around for a little over two years, and there are politicians, corporations, and celebrities using it alongside us common folk.

But what if Twitter had been around for longer than two years?

FBIWaco About to search the Branch Davidians. Can't wait to see the look on @DavidKoresh's stupid face.
9:45 AM Feb 28th, 1993 from web

DavidKoresh @FBIWaco Fuck you, you'll never take us alive. I'm totally unfollowing you!
9:48 AM Feb 28th, 1993 from web in reply to @FBIWaco

Britney Oh my God, y'all! I totally forgot to wear panties today. Sometimes I'm so blonde! /giggles
9:01 PM Dec 4th, 2006 from web

PaparazziPhotog @Britney Just asking idly, but where are you going clubbing tonight and about what time?
9:33 PM Dec 4th, 2006 from web in reply to @Britney

NBrown Totally just had the best sex of my life with @RGoldman. He's so much better than my ex, who had a tiny little dick.
10:24 PM Jun 12th, 1994 from web

OJSimpson @NBrown WTF?!?
10:53 PM Jun 12th, 1994 from web in reply to @NBrown

PReubens Anyone know of a good adult theater in Sarasota? #porn
7:19 PM Jul 26th, 1991 from web

SarasotaPD @PReubens Try the one on the corner of Main and Valencia. The cops never check it.
8:00 PM Jul 26th, 1991 from web in reply to @PReubens

KCobain If I don't get one million followers by tonight I'm totally going to shoot myself in the face.
1:11 PM April 5, 1994 from web

CourtneyHole @KCobain, pfft, whatever, you pussy. You will not.
1:12 PM April 5, 1994 from web in reply to @KCobain

CaptMikeSmith I totally blanked on how to fly the shuttle. Do I press this red button? #Challenger
11:38 AM Jan 28, 1986 from BBS

AstronautRon @CaptMikeSmith N
11:39 AM Jan 28, 1986 from BBS in reply to @CaptMikeSmith

JackieO It's such a nice day today, I'm going to insist we drive with the top down.
8:04 AM Nov 22, 1963 from teletype


In other Avita-news, thanks to the few of you who stopped by on Thursday to wish me a happy 5 year blogging anniversary and enter my contest for a free iPod Touch.

I chose the winner very simply. I used Random.org to generate a random number between 1 and 447. I counted the comments in the order that they were left, which means that a reply comment to comment #1 would not be comment #2. It would be comment #whatever based on when it was left.

Random.org chose 282. And the 282nd comment was . . . me! So I had it choose another one. This time, it chose 7. And the 7th comment was by Bluepaintred, who won the last iPod Touch I gave away, and is thereby ineligible (but I'll give you a free T-shirt, so email me)! So I had it choose another one. The third time was a charm – the number chosen was 328. And the 328th comment on that post is by . . . drumroll please . . . Casey from Moosh in Indy! Now, Casey asked me in her comment to rig this, which now seems totally suspicious, but I'm going to have to chalk this up to her having good Mormon karma that her number was chosen. Congratulations to Casey on winning the iPod Touch! Email me to confirm your win so I can get it ordered and sent out to you.

Thanks to everyone else for entering!

New ways to be offended by the Internet

Thursday, May 28th, 2009

Thanks to the Internet, (relatively) new terms have been entering the vernacular of the web. There's texting and blogging and Twitter and Facebook and Woopra and iPhones and email, just to name a few. And these new terms in turn created new terms. Blogger friends might be called "bliends". People who follow you on Twitter can be called "tweeps". Et cetera ad nauseam.

With all of this new vocabulary, it's only a matter of time until we start seeing offensive terms crop up. In order to head off the stereotypers and hatemongers at the pass, I thought I'd just go ahead and create all of these new offensive terms first. That takes away the word's power. Right?

Here's my list of new offensive, bigoted, racist, sexist terms for new media usage:

Twigger: (n) A person who uses Twitter to sound like an urban African American, whether or not this person actually is African American and/or from an urban setting.

Wopra: (adj) The situation when one's search engine stats show high traffic from keywords such as "cooking pasta", "gold chains on men", "where to buy velour", or "working in sanitation."

E-tard: (n) Electronic correspondence sent in which the sender seems to quite obviously have severe mental deficiency, whether through incorrect spelling, improper grammar, or overall failure to use sentence structure, punctuation, and capitalization.

Paki-mail: (n) Electronic correspondence received in response to any customer service query made through a corporation's website, especially when the correspondence was written or copied and pasted by someone who did not read the original query and does not have more than a basic understanding of English.

Blymie: (n) An internet journal or blog dedicated to finding examples of Anti-Semitism, no matter how far-fetched or ludicrous. Typically owned and written by someone in the jewelry, finance, or entertainment industry.

Firefags: (n) A group of individuals who are gay for Firefox.

Chinkipedia: (n) An instance where a Wikipedia page is constantly edited and censored as if subject to the whims of a communist censorship-happy government.

Cunting: (v) The act of sending a text message that dredges up past arguments between the sender and the recipient even if said arguments had already been resolved.

iHun: (n) A multimedia device that is used primarily for looking at pornography and more specifically pornography involving defecation or urination.

Blogpollack: (n) A list of blogs in the sidebar of one's blog that one doesn't actually read but lists because everyone else lists them.

Cyberspic: (n) The corner of the Internet reserved for people to post pictures of and discuss their vehicles outfitted with spoilers, sound systems, and racing gear worth many hundreds the times the value of the actual car.

Now, lest any of you think that I'm racist or prejudiced (unless you're ugly, that is), let me assure you that my goal here is to take the power of these words away by creating them before some bad person could. I'm kind of a hero.


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In other Avita-news, thanks to those of you who listened to last night's episode of "Clearly, You're Retarded." Britt and I talked about the military and whether or not they are still fighting for our right to live the American way or if their mission has been co-opted by the military leaders to pursue a more imperialist agenda.

If you missed it, you can go here to listen to it, along with all of our archived shows. You can also download the mp3 or find us on iTunes by searching the podcasts for "retarded".

Memorial Day – Dead Soldiers Only Need Apply

Monday, May 25th, 2009

Happy Memorial Day, everyone. What's Memorial Day again? Well, it's like Veteran's Day, except instead of honoring the survivors, we're honoring the ones who died. Why haven't we merged these two holidays into one by now? I mean, it's not like the soldiers killed in action can be in the parades, unless it's Zombie Memorial Day, in which case, they'll be trawling for brains instead of sitting in a parade.

So let's just have one holiday for both the survivors and KIAs. It can be on a Sunday, so that way we don't lose another day of mail delivery, banks being open, and another day of work. I mean, these are all American ideals that these men and women sacrificed for, and to have a day where businesses and the government is closed seems counter-intuitive. And we don't want to single out either group, so we'll come up with a new name that covers both of them. I suggest "Big Stick Diplomacy Day" or "War Day". Or maybe "The Government Doesn't Support or Protect Me Nearly As Much As I've Supported and Protected It Day".

Have I mentioned that I hate stupid holidays that shorten the workweek and fuck everything up?

Candy canes from heaven

Wednesday, May 13th, 2009

A conversation with a friend reminded me of this story, which I should have told several months ago but never got around to it.

Late one December night, coming home from Britt's, I had to stop by our corner Walgreens for toilet paper. I walked in and stopped at the massive tower of boxes of candy canes that capped one of the aisles. About four boxes deep and stretching almost all of the way to the ceiling, the tower called to me. Amy loves candy canes, so I thought that I'd pick up a box for her to eat and use to decorate the tree simultaneously.

The tower was too tall to reach the top, so the only way to get a box was to pull it from the bottom. The bottom was at least four boxes deep and had at least ten boxes side by side, so I just chose the middle bottom one, pulled it out, and continued down the aisle to get to the toilet paper.

As I turned the corner, I saw a little old lady who couldn't have been younger than 80, clutching her basket like one of the fourteen cats she undoubtedly kept at home, walk up to the display, apparently contemplating a candy cane purchase. I hadn't stepped more than one step out of sight when I heard it.

"KKEEEEERASHAMBOOOM!"

Peering around the corner, I saw the old lady almost completely buried in candy cane boxes. One foot stuck out of the pile, reminiscent of the Wicked Witch meeting the business end of Dorothy's house. As I watched, dumbstruck, two managers ran up and began to help her to her feet. Her hair wild, glasses askew, looking as if she and the resident lothario down at the rest home had just bumped uglies, she seemed very disoriented. Much like one had just been struck on or about the head by hundreds of boxes.

I quickly grabbed the toilet paper, snuck around the back of the store, and checked out.


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In other Avita-news, tonight at 9 PM is another new episode of "Clearly, You're Retarded"! LOST finale, SHMLOST shminale!

Tonight's topic: Are we a shallow nation?

Does someone who's attractive get more opportunities than someone who's ugly? Is that fair or right? Do you give someone who's dressed nicely more credit than someone who's not? Does dressing up affect your own attitude and personality?

If you listen live, you can join everyone in the chatroom where there is usually a lively discussion going on that has nothing to do with the topic at hand. You can create an account at Talkshoe and download the Talkshoe Pro software or just listen as a guest. I recommend downloading the Talkshoe Pro software because even though it still has problems, it seems like the problems are more minimal with it. Hope to see you there!

Best of America's Funniest Home Videos

Saturday, April 25th, 2009

Avitable's guide to killing your family

Wednesday, April 22nd, 2009

After reading yet another article about a husband and father who succumbed to the financial stress of our economy and murdered his family, then committed suicide, I became visibly disturbed by all of these horrible incidents. I really couldn't let this disturbing trend continue without blogging about it. It resonated with me and I needed to make my point clear.

What drives a man not only to take his own life, but also the lives of his small children and spouse, using a gun?

Seriously, a gun? It's expensive, loud, messy, and there's a very high chance that someone's going to wake up and try to run. Then you have to aim. It's a lot of effort. Obviously, since your goal is to take the easy way out, you'd think you should avoid effort at all costs.

Husbands and fathers, listen carefully. If you really are in a dire situation, and there's nothing else you can do to dig yourself out of the pit of despair, and if you've convinced yourself that your only solution is to kill your entire family and then yourself, follow this helpful guide to alternatives to using a gun:

1. Poison

With just a little bit of research and using chemicals you find in your house, you can concoct extremely fatal poisons that will dispatch your entire family cheaply and peacefully. Just tell your family that you're treating them to ice cream, sprinkle it liberally on top, covered in chocolate sprinkles, and voila! It works quickly, and the best part is that nobody has to do the dishes.

2. Freezing

After the wife and kids have gone to bed, crank the air conditioning down as low as it goes. Seal all the entrances to your house – every door and window – with towels and duct tape. Then set the fan on your thermostat to "on" instead of auto and head to bed. About four hours into the night, hypothermia will set in for your entire family, and you'll all fall asleep, snuggled in your beds while you dream one last blissful dream of playing in the snow.

3. Stingray

Dress your family all in khaki and go to Sea World. One by one, toss your kids into the stingray petting pool, and then grab your wife's hand and pull her in with you. If my extensive knowledge of fishus stingrayus has taught me anything, it's that these stingrays are a vicious bunch and they'll instantly swarm you, piercing you through the heart with unerring accuracy. And, on an ironic note, Sea World will probably compensate the surviving members of your family handsomely, providing a sum of money that would have been sufficient to get back on your feet!

4. Stampede

Tell your children that you're taking them to Sesame Street On Ice. While they're excited and jumping up and down, quickly stick pieces of donuts in their pockets. Continue placing donuts on your person and in your wife's purse and pockets. Get in the car and drive the whole family to a Weight Watcher's Convention. Usher them inside and it won't take long before the smell of donuts causes a massive obese stampede. And even better, there will be little to no burial expenses for the rest of your family since all of you will be almost completely consumed by the hungry, hungry hippos.

5. Ninjas

6. Self-Inflicted

Put several highly sharpened pencils on your coffee table. Then, sit your family down and put on a marathon of The Hills. One by one, as each family member can't handle the inanity and horror of it, they'll grab the pencils and do the deed themselves. All you have to do is save a pencil for yourself! N.B. If The Hills isn't working, try any of the following: Yanni concert, Janet Jackson sex tape, the Lord of the Rings trilogy.

7. Virtual

This one takes some planning. First, purchase a virtual reality video game system. Then, don't pay your electric bill for a few months, until you get a shut-off notice. About 10 minutes before they're about to turn off your power, convince your family to join in you in the new virtual reality game. While you're all wearing your gear and playing the game, the electric company will turn off your power, essentially killing your virtual selves. And everybody knows that if you die in a computer, you die in real life. This method is untested.

8. Great Scott

Steal some plutonium, get a DeLorean, and go back in time to 4 BC, where you'll be quickly sold into slavery and worked to death. It's simple and easy and keeps your hands from getting dirty!

Good luck, men. And I use the term "men" loosely. It's one thing to reach that point of despair where you take your own life, but forcing the rest of your family to join you for the ride is pathetic, needy, and selfish. You're not even a human being. We're all better off with you gone.

Some inspirational Bible verses for Easter

Sunday, April 12th, 2009

Since almost all of my readers are deeply religious Christians who attend church weekly and sing the Lord's praises to the heavens, I thought I'd take the time today to provide you with some thought provoking verses from the Holy Bible that are related to Easter, also known as Resurrection Day to those in my faith.

John 11:25-26
Jesus said to her, "I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die. But he who doesn't believe in me but instead believes in those Mohammad and Allah chuckleheads, well, he's fucked."

Romans 1:4-5
And Jesus Christ our Lord was shown to be the Son of God when God powerfully raised him from the dead by means of the Holy Spirit. And though the raising from the dead was reparations in God's eyes for being a deadbeat dad, the court saw it and they said that it was Good. Now, through Christ, God has given us the privilege and authority to tell Gentiles everywhere what God has done for them, so that they will believe and obey him, bringing glory to his name.

Romans 6:8-11
Now if we died with Christ, we believe that we will also live with him. For we know that since Christ was raised from the dead, he cannot die again; death no longer has mastery over him. Unless his head is removed by a sword, and you bear witness to the Quickening, lo, there can be only one.

Philippians 3:10-12
I want to know Christ and the power of His resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, and so, somehow, to attain to the resurrection from the dead. And I want to break bread with him and I read his words and I am his number one fan. If I could meet the Lord Jesus Christ, I know in my heart of hearts that he and I would be best friends forever, and we would hang out with each other all of the time.

1 Peter 1:3
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In His great mercy He has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead. In His great rush to do so, though, He forgot a few things and now our Lord Jesus Christ keeps asking for brains.

Matthew 27:50-53
And when Jesus had cried out again in a loud voice, he gave up his spirit. At that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. The earth shook and the rocks split. The tombs broke open and the bodies of many holy people who had died were raised to life. They came out of the tombs, and after Jesus' resurrection they went into the holy city and appeared to many people. And these people spread the word of the Holy Ghost. And then the Ghostbusters arrived and Dr. Venkman spilled his seed with Mary Magdalene.

Matthew 28:1-10
After the Sabbath, at dawn on the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary, who is not a Rhoda no matter what the girls at school said, went to look at the tomb. There was a violent earthquake, for an angel of the Lord came down from heaven and, going to the tomb, rolled back the stone and sat on it. His appearance was like lightning, and his clothes were white as snow and he looked like Legolas from that hobbit movie. The guards were so afraid of him that they shook and shit their pants.

Orlando Bloom said to the women, "Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay. Then go quickly and tell his disciples: 'He has risen from the dead and is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him.' Now I have told you." Then he flipped his hair and the women swooned.

So the women hurried away from the tomb, afraid yet filled with joy, and ran to tell his disciples. Suddenly Jesus met them. "Greetings," he said. They came to him, clasped his feet and worshiped him. Then Jesus said to them, "Um, I'm not really into that foot fetish shit. I could totally use a blowjob, though."

Happy Easter, everyone!