Sunday, January 16, 2011

Guilty As Charged


The following are excerpts from Charles M. Sevilla’s Disorder in the American Courts, a collection of verbatim quotes published by court reporters. Enjoy, but do not recreate.
Q: What is your date of birth?
A: July 15.
Q: What year?
A: Every year.

Q: What gear were you in at the moment of the impact?
A: Gucci sweats and Reeboks.

Q: How old is your son, the one living with you?
A: Thirty-eight or thirty-five, I can’t remember which.
Q: How long has he lived with you?
A: Forty-five years.

Q: What was the first thing your husband said to you when he woke up that morning?
A: He said, “Where am I, Cathy?”
Q: And why did that upset you?
A: My name is Susan.

Q: Now, doctor, isn’t it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he doesn’t know about it until the next morning?
A: Did you actually pass the bar exam?

Q: Were you present when your picture was taken?

Q: Can you describe the individual?
A: He was about medium height and had a beard.
Q: Was this a male or a female?

Q: Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a deposition notice I sent to your attorney?
A: No, this is how I dress when I go to work.

Q: Doctor, how many autopsies have you performed on dead people?
A: All my autopsies are performed on dead people.

Q: ALL your responses must be oral, okay? What school did you go to?
A: Oral.

Q: Are you qualified to give a urine sample?

Q: Was it you or your younger brother who was killed in the war?

Q: Did he kill you?

Q: How far apart were the vehicles at the time of the collision?

Q: Mr. Slattery, you went on a rather elaborate honeymoon, didn’t you?
A: I went to Europe, sir.
Q: And you took your new wife?

Q: Can you describe what the person who attacked you looked like?
A: No. He was wearing a mask.
Q: What was he wearing under the mask?
A: His face.

Q: Trooper, when you stopped the defendant, were your red and blue lights flashing?
A: Yes.
Q: Did the defendant say anything when she got out of her car?
A: Yes, sir.
Q: What did she say?
A: “What disco am I at?”

Q: You were there until the time you left, is that true?

Q: Do you have any children or anything of that kind?

Q: Have you lived in this town all your life?
A: Not yet.

Q: And who is this person you are speaking of?
A: My ex-widow.

Q: Did you tell your lawyer that your husband had offered you indignities?
A: He didn’t offer me nothing. He just said I could have the furniture.

Q: The truth of the matter is that you were not an unbiased, objective witness, isn’t it? You too were shot in the fracas.
A: No, sir. I was shot midway between the fracas and the navel.

Your iPhone Will Hate You

I am continuing to explore the plethora of currently available iPod/iPhone apps that make me feel particularly judgmental of the human race. Join me, won’t you?

1. Rate a Fart 2.0: also known as I Don’t Understand Why I Don’t Have a Girlfriend 2.0. This app comes with a library of over seven hundred farts for immature man-children to listen to (again, I’m assuming this app is largely popular with the male gender). Users are also gifted with the long-awaited opportunity to record some or your more, ah, musical moments and send them to friends- the few you still have after purchasing this app, anyway.


2. UK Payphone: this supremely helpful app asks you for some basic information (phone number, location, etc.) so it can direct you to a public pay phone. I think pc.advisor.co.uk phrases it best: “Now if only I could find a GPS system that would direct me to the nearest cartographer, I’d be set.” Well played, pc.advisor.co.uk. Well played.


3. SimStapler: this is a game. In which there’s a stapler depicted on the screen. Your objective is to press the stapler and pretend you’re stapling things. Points are awarded. Your friends hate you.


4. Hold On: Another game (note: I am using the word “game” very, very loosely) in which you test your endurance skills by holding down a button (on your flat iPod/iPhone screen, which means you don’t even have to muster up the strength to push down a real button. Just saying). “A grueling challenge made for the same type of people who’d use FatBurner2k.” Oh, SNAP! Burn supplied by pc.advisor.co.uk. Wow. That one was a roaster.

5. eShaver: this fills your screen with an [admittedly] realistic image of an electric shaver, which you use to be a hilarious and charming life-of-the-party jokester and pretend to shave your face. 


6. Proposal (Will You Marry Me?): I’m too busy trying to nurture my own crushed soul as a result of seeing what’s become of the tradition of marriage proposals, so I’ll let the makers of this app take over, explanation-wise: 

"Chances are she’ll say yes if you decide to use our Will You Marry Me? Application.
All that is left for you to do now is download the application and wait for her to say “yes”.
How does it work? All you have to do is enter your lady’s name (or that of the woman you’re practicing with… or your potential pick-up.”

I’m sorry, can I just chime in for a sec here? I have several problems with the above statement.
A) I know this is entirely dependent on the potential proposal-ee or the nature of the relationship between the couple, but I am having quite a bit of trouble believing that a woman would be touched by a man’s inability to propose on his own, without the aid of an iPhone app. Now, maybe if both members of the couple are huge Apple fanatics, or if there’s some sort of inside joke or sentimental attachment related to iPhones elemental in the couple’s story. Then it would be cute. But, otherwise… I’m just not seeing how this is a guaranteed winner in the process of asking the most important question of your life.
B) Who practices proposing with another woman?
C) I guarantee you that nine out of ten girls in any given environment will not be impressed by the implementation of this as a pickup tool. Sorry, bro.

Anyway, sorry for the interruption. Carry on.

"Text: You can enter any text you’d like, or have the option of using the default text, “Will you marry me?”
Picture: When the Big Moment arrives, her picture will appear with the text. So, beforehand, casually snap a photo of her, or ask her to pose. Press the “Propose to Her” button, and ask her to press her fingerprint to the screen. Now, just pray that she’ll say yes.”


There's an App for That. Unfortunately.

Anyone who has been in my presence lately is well aware of A) the fact that they are very lucky to be such close proximity to such a talented human being, and B) I am saving up for a new iPod touch. The former should be fairly obvious to them, but most people only know about the latter because I talk about this soon-to-be-mine iPod incessantly. To mount the excitement even further, this iPod will have triple the memory space of my current iPod, which basically means I can put anything I want on it, particularly apps, no matter how useless, irrelevant or childish they may be. In preparation for this momentous purchase, I decided to look into what will be offered to me, app-wise. And so, in addition to making a mental outline of what I plan to put on the new iPod, I have also made a mental outline of what will not be taken for a ride on this device. The losers are as follows:

1. FatBurner2k: this miraculous app promises to “turn your iPhone into the gym that works on your terms.” Upon initializing the app, you will be instructed to place your iPod/iPhone six inches above your belly button and brace yourself for some magic.
…your iPhone will vibrate. This is the illusive secret to fast, painless weight loss, the solution we’ve been searching for far and wide for centuries. It’s here, guys. They found it. After a solid hour of being lightly jiggled around by your iPhone, you can finally soak up some rays at the beach without the nagging fear that you will be mistaken for a beached whale. So go out, go celebrate. This is the day we’ve all been waiting for.

Oh, and before you go… your toe is unzipped, you gullible lardball.


2. Hair Clinic for Man and Woman: first of all, I’m not completely positive I should even be telling all of you about this. It might just be a waste of your time, because, according to the title, this app is available to only one representative from each gender in the whole world. I don’t know if they’ve chosen these lucky recipients yet, there’s still a chance some (two, to be exact) of you can work this in your favor. Hair Clinic for Man and Woman is “the world’s first mobile hair clinic system.” By emitting [conveniently] inaudible/indiscernible  frequencies that allegedly encourage blood circulation around hair follicles, this app will help you grow your hair as you stand in the corner of the room rubbing your iPod all over your head. So, in summary… Upside: you’re adorable for thinking this will actually benefit you in any way. Downside: you will be That Person.



3. Kiss Me: have you ever wondered if your kissing skills are up to par? If you make the experience feel less like The Notebook and more like a trip to Sea World? If so, get psyched: Kiss Me will give you a fair, unbiased rating of your mackin’ mojo. All you have to do is play a l’il round of tonsil hockey with the pair of lips shown on your iPod screen. But please note that the use of tongue is “not recommended.”
P.S. I can’t imagine why anyone who feels compelled to purchase an iPod app requiring them to kiss their personal music player would have any trouble in the Romantic Encounters department.



4. HangTime: not that I’m an advocate of gender stereotypes and generalizations, but I’m thinkin’ this next one harbors a little bit more appeal for those of us that don’t [typically. hopefully] don dresses. I’m sure we’ve all noticed that members of the male gender like participating in activities in which there’s a strong possibility of something (preferably something very expensive, rare, valuable (emotionally or monetarily), or a combination of the three) exploding, shattering, smashing, what have you. HangTime is an app that measures exactly how high you can toss your sophisticated, expensive iPod/iPhone. A breakdown of the procedure:

Step 1: pick up your device
Step 2: hurl it into the air; fist pumping optional
Step 3: pull your head out of your posterior in time to catch the most valuable portable device you own
Step 4: be judged harshly (but fairly) by everyone around you, except for your “bros”.

Monday, January 10, 2011

"The night ended with a lot of tears and everyone singing along to Willenium"


More from Texts From Last Night.com

“I just walked downstairs to find my brother wearing a crossing guard’s vest and boxers. When I asked him where he got it he just looked at me, smiled, and kept feeding the dog yogurt.”

Person A: “Why did your cousin post ‘out tonight’ on facebook? Doesn’t he know it’s only 1 in the afternoon?”
Person B: “Shhh don’t tell him. It’s cloudy out and none of his clocks work.”

“I brought my laptop into the bathroom so I can facebook while vomiting. New low?”

“I’m in a bar and I just invented a Scrabble drinking game. People are cheering. It’s like the universe has aligned itself.”

“We’re on our way back. She tried to pants the waiter again.”

“My mother just offered to pay for my fake ID.”

“I drank gravy. I actually drank gravy. This is heaven.”

“Haha I wonder if my burp offended him. So I gave him a fist pump to signify how friendly I am”

“You missed a lot. I drank contact solution thinking it was water, vodka thinking it was water, and some unidentified substance that reminded me of pine sol thinking it was water…”

“You called information & said ‘connect me to Johnny Depp’ when they told u it wasn’t listed u said ‘try Depp comma Johnny he’s expecting my call!’”

Person A: “Dude, I just scraped frozen vomit from my rooftop”
Person B: “I really wish I could say this is a new low for you”

“This isn’t the person you just texted but I have her phone. She disappeared when the bacon came home and she hasn’t returned since.”

“Not only did a random toaster end up in my house last night, it’s also full of skittles.”

“She kept saying ‘I love you’ but I couldn’t tell if she was talking to me or to her beer.”

Person A: “Why are there goldfish crackers all over my bed?”
Person B: “You decided you wanted to name them & keep them as pets.”

Person A: “Why did I cab home last night?”
Person B: “Because you said you were drunk, sad, and someone called you a hooker.”

“You know the guy who poops at a party and then leaves and you go in, do your business, and come out and there are girls outside that think you pooped and no one talks to you? I’m the guy who poops before you go in, because I’m in a relationship and I hate you.”

“I couldn’t bring myself to steal alcohol from my dead grandma”

“Someone just proposed in Subway. Trying not to laugh.”

Person A: “Did you put 9 lbs of birdseed all over my car?”
Person B: “You weighed it?”

“I just saw some girl with the license plate “OBVIII”…  I never wanted to get in a car accident so badly.”

“What’s the appropriateness of putting a 50 cent lyric in my grandma’s eulogy?”

“You try finding a go kart track at 4 AM on Thanksgiving”

“I called the bartender Mr. Intoxication last night. He thought it was funny until I threw up and blamed it on him”

‘Baffled as to how I’m gonna get 150 lbs of sand out of my basement.”

“Some kid in my class just puked in his backpack, zipped up the backpack, put the backpack on and walked out the door.”

“Just went to get groceries. A cashier said she saw me last night. I guess I carried a broom back from the party and swept the street the whole walk back… and I claimed to be in the cast of Wicked.”

More Facebook Fails


I would just like to start off by apologizing to my reader for being late with the blog posts this week. I hope you found something else to do on your Sunday night, although I doubt it was anywhere near as cool and fantastic as this blog. So, mad apologies times ten. For real. Unfortunately, I was suddenly ambushed and attacked by a particularly stealthy case of Super Hellish Death Flu last night, and was therefore rendered too weak to do anything but crumple into a little ball of sadness on the couch, occasionally whimpering in futile attempts to hint to my mother that, no, I was not enjoying that episode of Desperate Housewives as much as she was.
And yes, contrary to popular belief, this blog just so happens to take a little bit of effort. Kind of.
Now that we’ve got that cleared up, who’s ready to watch their already dwindling faith in the intelligence of this country take a 1000 mph plunge with more Facebook Fails? Of course you are.
Jabari is in a relationship with Sabine and it’s complicated.
Bess: …?
Tonia: :0! Who’s the lucky lady?
Sabine: I was the lucky lady but I guess I had to find out through facebook that now we are complicated. Nice

Donna: anybody wish to explain where asia is? Apparently its not ah country!
Shannon: Is it not? Where is it?
Donna: yeahh im gettin slagged for not knowing where this asia place is and appperntly its not ah country :{
Stephanie: it’s a continent is it not?
Donna: yeahhh apperntly…  but wtf is ah continent?

Matt: love isn’t easy. NOT a good day, I need a drink.
Geri: ruining another relationship? Did NOT see that coming
Kristen: your just jealous he chose me over ur fugly ass
Geri: a 26 year old with no job and a stupid goatee. I don’t know how ill live without him!
Matt: my goatee isn’t stupid

Person A: I don’t understand this, If we have to learn forgien a language in grade school so that we can commicate with others around the world, then the forgieners should learn to speak English.
Person B: Stop trying.

Jamie: baby shower planning and shopping- check... paternity test results- check…  alcohol class for dui completed- check…  LOVE IT. Lots to do the next few days for the shower.

Michelle: CPR in the ER woot woot! That was fun (probably not for the guy who just died though)

Ben: they laughed at Louie Armstrong when he wanted to go to the moon, now he is up there laughing at them

Emily: feels brave because she just killed a gigantic spider for her boyfriend!
Cory: lol Ryan…
Ryan: It was so big! I’m money on the tiny ones though. And tiny centipedes, but not the big ones. And I can kill ants like its nobodies business. And it was all over my Snuggie, so I was mostly just distraught that I can now no longer wear my Snuggie, so it was more that than a general fear of the spider.

Vanessa: why is bad romance so catchy?
Desiree: I kno right! The catch is never get caught up… or at least try not to fall in love 1st… Meanwhile, be safe and have fun!
Michael: Um, I think she meant the song.