What Are We Gonna Do With All This Trash?: May 2009

May 20, 2009

Sociological Stuff

First of all, who the fuck is Asher Roth? (I'm sooooo behind the times, I guess)

Second of all, when does ironic racial humor cross the line and actually become racist bullshit?

Third of all, why is ironic racial humor a realm that is inhabited solely by white people (am I missing something here)? My guess is that minorities know all too well the sting of actual racism (and the discrimination that stems from it) and therefore just won't go there.

Please read this blog post about Amy Sedaris and just try to come to her defense without feeling at least a lil bit guilty. Maybe my memory is really shitty, but I don't remember Strangers With Candy being anything like this. "Ching-chong"? Really? The fuck?!?

May 13, 2009

Stephen's Sound Advice

I'll see your 'karate class taking, indie cred having, youthful sibling' video and raise you a 'comedy via Stephen Colbert' video (he's in particularly fine form for this one).

The Colbert Report

Mon - Thurs 11:30pm / 10:30c

Stephen's Sound Advice - How to Re-Brand the GOP

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Colbert Report Full Episodes

Political Humor

Gay Marriage

Also, I hear there is video on the Internet of that "In An Aeroplane Over the Sea"-inspired high school musical, but I'll save everyone the indignity and not post a link to it here.

May 07, 2009

Hope for the Future

A day like any other. Nothing special. A little busy at work, but still combing the interwebs for recaps of last night's "Lost." But then I run into this, this gorgeous, magnificent... thing.

This is the first time I've ever wanted children. Where do I get one of those?

A History Of Trash

Trash, at first, was a pretty cool guy. You know, he’d come over with some beers, and you’d hang out and have a couple of laughs. Maybe Trash brought some weed with him, and you guys tried to sync up Dark Side Of The Moon with The Wizard Of Oz until you remembered you lost your VHS copy of that movie sometime in college and that you fucking hate Pink Floyd. Good times were had, nonetheless.

But then, you don’t know what changed, but Trash started to overstay his welcome. He’d just linger for hours, never taking the hint you wanted him to leave, no matter how many times you yawned obnoxiously or mentioned how early you had to get up tomorrow. Trash just didn’t get it. You were getting older. You didn’t have the time anymore to stay up until 3 a.m. to talk about the Port season of “The Wire” or how much you miss Jawbox. Eventually, you just stopped taking Trash’s phone calls and no longer replied to his group e-mails about sneaking into abandoned mental hospitals.

Last time you saw Trash, he was smoking alone outside a local dive bar, looking down at his decaying and mismatched shoes. You hoped he had been doing well. You hoped he had not been hurt by the disintegration of your friendship. And if he had, you wanted to comfort him. You wanted to tell him that even though people move on with their lives, it doesn’t mean they stop caring. You wanted him to see in your eyes a sincere appreciation for the time you shared, because all the relationships in our lives help make us who we are, and even if you weren’t the best of friends anymore, you wanted him to know that there would always be a piece of Trash in your heart.

But instead, you looked away and crossed the street. You were with your new girlfriend, and you really didn’t want to have to explain Trash to her. She’d never understand.