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April 2, 2009
Pickles & Atheism
Chomsky is my beer-buddy, Culture, General, ScienceThe love of Jesus transforms you into a stinking, smoldering piece of green pulp? Now that changes everything…
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November 14, 2008
Who’s your expert?
Chomsky is my beer-buddy, GeneralTV experts are a plague. Really, this has gotten out of hand! For every damn tidbit of “fact” an “expert” needs to be “interviewed”! But the worst part is: over the whole polemic bawling the real expertise simply drowns. Observe:
This is just fun. Mr. Schiff is probably laughing his ass off right now. Aside from that, what really cracks me up is the appearance of Ben Stein — the guy that landed and epic fail with his wanna-be documentary about “Intelligent Design”.
Hopefully that teaches news programs something… ah, just kidding. They’ll never learn.
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October 26, 2008
I am using a recursive algorithm
Chomsky is my beer-buddy, GeneralThere are certain painful moments in the life of computer scientist when confronted with the pop culture stereotype reflection one is given through the uncountable channels of the modern media landscape. Cruel fate wants it that frequent encounters with our distorted images happen during the intimate ritual Slacking Off With Our Favorite Show.
Imagine: the mood is set; a cold beer and a still virgin bag of chips are comfortable positioned at arm’s length, the light is dimmed and real life is veiled by a hermetic barrier of venetian blinds and inch-thick dirt on the windows. The first well-known chimes of the theme music send a pleasant shiver of anticipation through your body and by the end of the intro you are completely drawn into the consoling alternate reality expected to last exactly 45 minutes — enough time for the plot to unfold, suspend and finally resolve; leaving you with a satisfactory feeling of having accomplished something (by proxy).Nothing can ruin this ritual more than being reminded that this is all just a story, something made up by other people, something artificial (because then you immediately realize that so are your positive feelings, mere empathy for the heroes you identify with; which where created to be identified with by people like you).
And nothing does the job better than hearing your heroes say something utterly stupid. Something like
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June 27, 2008
The Day The World Stood Still
Chomsky is my beer-buddyOne day everything stopped making a noise. People looked with panic at each at other at concerts. Conversation were left hanging in the air. Parents thought their kids had suddenly died. Offices full of people were for once silent, but it was not as pleasing as some had imagined.
First everyone thought they were the only ones. When they realized everyone was deaf, they sensed something big was happening. And then it came, loud as loud can be.
The most horrendous, nasty and disgusting fart imaginable.
And so God ended the biggest and longest practical joke evah. Also called reality.

