satire
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Would You Take Dating Advice from Nicolas Cage?
Nicolas Cage: The King of Giving Dating Advice Many moons ago, I wrote an article about what if Nicolas Cage had his own dating advice column. I thought it was a maddening and wonderful idea — like if a leviathan could be trained to do ballet or a behemoth taught how to drive a spaceship.
By Andrea Lawrence5 years ago in Humans
"Hamilton" at the Hollywood Pantages Theater is the Musical Worth Catching Covid For ... Right?
In 2020, the world fell ill due to the deadly virus which has been responsible for the death of millions of people around the world. Of course I'm talking about the COVID-19 virus which was first documented in China. Soon, it would invade every country on this planet and bring fear to all people, and for the first time in just over a century, create a pandemic that affected all of humankind.
By Thomas G Robinson5 years ago in Humans
The Seven Types of Cold
As a Canadian, I am often asked, “Why?” This question, of course, confuses me until I realize that the person who poses it wants a clear answer about the weather. Over the last week, winter has asserted itself in my adopted hometown of Hampstead, Quebec (a Montreal suburb with more quiet than I deserve). Ice is now hidden under a dusting of snow, and it is very hard to take a step without the feeling that you are about to connect to pavement and asphalt in a very painful and intimate way. I do understand why the question exists.
By Kendall Defoe 5 years ago in Humans
The I'm Sorry But
Is there anything more disingenuous or less sincere then the “I’m sorry but?” What other four words (three I guess if you consider the contraction “I’m” a single word) allow one to pretend to apologize while at the same time providing the perfect segue for a lecture explaining why one does not actually need to. In fact, in many cases the “I’m sorry buttee” is in for an educating discourse on why they should be the one apologizing. Can we please, as a collective unit of humanity, agree to stop saying this? If I might suggest an alternative, simply withhold the apology until such time as one is actually sorry, and then proceed to apologize in a sincere and meaningful fashion. Save the explanations and caveats for a later date or never. If one is not actually sorry, that is OK too, simply refrain from apologizing as described in the previous sentence. That is all.
By Everyday Junglist5 years ago in Humans
Dear Santa, I Really Need a New Laptop and a Few Other Things This Year…
Dear Santa, Yeah, I’m like 30 years too old to probably have this letter approved, but, seriously, I broke my laptop’s keyboard last year and still haven’t gotten it fixed (Ok, Ok, sure, I got a new keyboard to plug in, but underneath that neon-lit keyboard is a keyboard that still can’t type the letter “m”).
By Gregory D. Welch5 years ago in Humans
Lift Up Your Writing With the Power of Redundancy
The Most Redundant Words to Delete From Your Writing The consensus of opinion these days seems to be that redundancy in writing is bad. While it may be the general consensus it is not an absolute certainty that this is the case. In fact it might possibly be the case that redundancies are more superior to other methods of emphasis when it comes to getting and keeping your readers attention, despite what Random House copy chief Benjamin Dreyer says in the above linked piece.
By Everyday Junglist5 years ago in Humans
Julie Davis is a Star
An old European man named Dylan Kennedy always carried pepper around in the breast pocket of his plaid shirt. His shirt was blue, the pepper was black. He carried it because he loved sneezing, but more than that he loved when people would say ‘bless you’, ‘God bless you’, or ‘gesundheit’. You know, some say that the cumulative effect of eight consecutive sneezes could replicate the pleasure of having an orgasm. Poor Dylan’s record was a measly five.
By Liam McCloskey5 years ago in Humans
And That Baby Grew Up To Be Albert Einstein
And that Baby Grew up to be Albert Einstein – Keith Duffy and Getting up the Duff OK so I thought I could go with a different type of tale today, so sit back, grab a cup of tea or get comfortable hiding in the jacks in work, whilst I regale you with a story of a day in my life of yesteryear. ‘Twas the summer of 2003, I was 21, on break from college before returning for my final year of my degree and working in town. This shop was a novelty shop, mainly for children, producing a variety of teddy bears on the site to the specifications of stupid little people. We put in hearts, voice boxes, stuffing, dressed them and gave them birth certificates. We smiled and joked with children and it was all really saccharin, but, for the most part I enjoyed it. It paid well, I liked sewing and some children were scared of balloons which amused me no end.
By Caroline Egan5 years ago in Humans
