Stupid People Are People, Stupid

Hey gang... Again, I've neglected you. Just when I thought I was in a good bloggy rhythm, I went on vacation, got distracted, then just plain got lazy. Before you know it, I'm a week away from going 0 for April. So, in the hopes of getting back on track, here I am for your mild amusement. A quick update before I get started.

Thank you to everyone who voted for me in the Washington City Paper Best of DC 2014 Reader's Poll. If you look to your right, you'll see the fancy new widget declaring my runner-uppery. I'm winded from running up. My nipples are chafed. It was a long race. So, the pressure is off this year, since I'm only "one of" the best comedians in DC for 2014. Congrats to my buddy, Jimmy Meritt for taking the top spot. Next year will be the tie breaker.

Onward to my pithy musings...

I saw on Good Morning America that people are getting plastic surgery so they can look better in selfies. These people apparently have low selfie-esteem. Plastic surgery isn't going to fix the problem because they're flawed on a deeper level. Since they'll be under anesthetic already, why not take a melon baller to the part of their brain that gives a goddamn about selfies? I don't understand the obsession with selfies, probably because I'm old. Maybe they think because artists paint self-portraits that their duck-faced vanity is a form of expression. I think these people would be much happier with themselves if they had friends to take pictures of them.

Another thing I saw on GMA was a segment with chef Emeril Lagasse. They had viewers tweet him the leftovers in their fridge so he could find creative ways to "kick it up a notch". The stuff people were sending in didn't take a master chef to figure out what to whip up. The one I saw was basically, "Brace yourself Emeril. I've got eggs, bell peppers, mushrooms, swiss cheese, and flour tortillas. I can't wait to see what you do with that! I'm uncreative and I'm starving." I want to see what he does with the contents of the average American refrigerator, "I've got day old bologna, half a tuna fish sandwich, a six pack of Miller Lite, a box of baking soda, and I heard a voice say 'Zuul'." If he can come up with something besides the number for Poison Control, then color me impressed.

For the love of all things holy, please peel the stickers off of your baseball caps. I don't care what race you are, you look like a moron. You might as well leave the price tags on your clothes and make a boutonniere out of the receipt. Congratulations on your purchasing power.

As I was washing my hands (I know, "Stop bragging."), I noticed that the soft soap had directions on the back of the bottle. They read, "Use to wash hands as you would use any liquid hand soap". Listen, if you're going to assume that someone is dumb enough to need directions to use your soap, then don't assume they've used any other soap. Your apparent target audience is a feral wolf-boy who has only recently entered civilized society. You can't use the word you're trying to define in the definition. It's lazy and if it was genuinely meant to instruct someone to use soap, then give them a three step method or something. Shampoo does "Wash, Rinse, Repeat". Don't you guys have the same writers?

Thanks for indulging me. To be continued...