Monday, May 28, 2012
When you get a three-day weekend and it's spring and the weather is pleasant, there's a natural tendency to throw Grandma and the kids in the backseat of the Plymouth and head out to the beach for hot dogs and potato salad and Frisbee without reflecting that you don't much like any of those things, including Grandma and the kids. But that's not what this holiday is about. It's about the people who have sacrificed so much so that we may enjoy our treasured way of life. For instance, the people who wake up early to write short funny prose.
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Monday, May 21, 2012
That's the way (uhuh uhuh) I like it.
First Donna Summer, and now Robin Gibb. It's like some terrible Disco Holocaust. For me, this is a chance to contemplate the fun side of mortality. Because no matter what we may accomplish, no matter what our personal triumphs and failures, no matter how many lives we touch in our brief stay here on Earth, we are all heading inexorably toward the absolute finality of eternal oblivion. Yet it is at times like these we can all take comfort in knowing that right now, up in Heaven, the angels are hearing some of the worst music you can possibly imagine.
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Monday, May 14, 2012
To my millions of readers:
The head guy at Yahoo is being shown the door for lying on his resume. Here's the thing: He lied about a Bachelor's degree. Seriously, why did he bother? They say he's being forced out for the lie, but the real offense is the lack of vision, the small cheeseparing meanness of his aspirations, his pathetic poverty of chutzpah. Claiming a PhD from a tech school in Kazakhstan would have shown some imagination. Listing “Supreme Commander, Allied Forces” under previous experience would have shown some cubes. Instead, he emitted his sad little lie – no better, really, than the truth.
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Monday, May 7, 2012
If somebody asked me, “Do you like chocolate cake?” I would respond in all honesty, “Yes I do. I do like chocolate cake.” And if they said, “Then wouldn't you like to eat chocolate cake while having sex with Rita Hayworth? On waterskis?” Well, I would have to say, “No, actually. All that at once seems a bit much.” That's why I eschew music Fests. I like to listen to music. I like snacks and conversation. I like watching strangers drink so much beer they're oblivious to the melanoma visibly sprouting from their sunburnt flesh. Just not all at once.
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