Saturday, September 29, 2012
Friday, September 28, 2012
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
WoW Pet Battles: So Tempting
I now know what a recovering heroin addict feels like.
I've been clean five months and four days. But...the pokeymons....they call to me.
Posted by _J_ at 12:03 AM 1 comments
Labels: WoW
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
MA17's Wedding: Some Words That I Said
Note: Putting this here because the text far exceeded the delivery, and it might
be nice to go back and read through it on occasion.
Good evening, everyone. My name is _J_, and I am, titularly, the best
man.
When I first sat down to
write this speech I quickly realized that I had no idea what the hell I was
doing. The only instruction I received
from April was to not talk about sex, and everything else was fair game. The open-ended nature of my task proved
unhelpful, and so I sought the aid of the internet to hone my options via the
examples of others. If you permit me, I
would like to couch the narrative of my speech within that context. A speech about the speech, if you will. Because that's the sort of thing that I do.
And, let's be honest. When you two asked me to be the best man you
really ought to have expected something like this.
So, as I searched "best
man speech" and perused the Googles, I found three main categories of
results.
First, I discovered that there
are numerous speech templates available to ease the writing process. One simply inserts proper names, verbs, and
emotive phrases into the provided blanks, and then you're done. Sort of like a Mad Lib.
Second, I discovered many lists of do’s and don’ts. Be funny, tell a story, don't talk about
politics. Those sorts of things.
Finally, I found that youtube
is stocked with plenty of best man speech videos labeled as either “best” or
“funniest”. One can watch those speeches
and simply steal useful lines.
Yet as my search continued, I
realized the absurdity of this whole process.
The template speeches express the idea that friendships can be reduced
to adjectives and anecdotes, just as most marriage ceremonies are reduced to
scripted oratory and staged observance.
The lists of Dos and Don'ts privilege etiquette over honesty. And the youtube videos seem to foster a
competition: Whose best man speech can
get the most hits?
Not this one, I assure you.
As I reflected upon these
ideas I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of cultural baggage that is
attached to marriage; this bizarre ceremony by which persons exchange property,
entwine souls, and gain limited powers of attorney.
I was particularly struck by
the pomp of it all; this notion of grandeur enmeshed in convoluted symbolisms
beholden to historical cultural norms all of which are held in check between
the pillars of tradition and taboo.
This is the point at which
you ought to realize that I really won't be telling any funny stories.
Because funny stories are not
the point of all this.
You are not here to listen to
me talk about playing Diablo 2 with Adam, or to politely chuckle as I relate
the story of when April realized that my visits provided her an excuse to get
out of prior commitments, because she had a friend visiting from out of town. Right now none of you care about me or my
story.
You care about Adam and
April.
Just as I care about Adam and
April.
That’s why we’re here.
We’re here because these two
individuals had an impact on our lives.
We're here because each of us has a story to tell about Adam and April,
just as Adam and April have stories to tell about us. Without Adam and April, we're mostly a room
full of strangers wearing inexplicably fancy clothing. Yet when Adam and April enter, we find our
commonality. They brought all of us
together by their being together.
That, to me, seems like the
important aspect of today's ceremony.
We’re not here for flowers or tuxes or speeches. We're not here for the cultural baggage or
spectacle. We're here for something that
cannot fit into an online form. Adam and
April, two people about whom we each care a great deal, found one another. We’re here to celebrate that.
And everything else is
profligate.
Except for the bar.
So, if you will, please raise
your glass. Adam, April, we love you, we
thank you, and we wish you all the best.
Cheers.
Posted by _J_ at 6:40 PM 3 comments
Bacon is Dead
Bacon is dead people. The National Pig Association of Great Britain says so. I say fuck bacon. Watergate Salad is America's next great food trend.
Posted by Mike Lewis at 1:37 PM 2 comments
Labels: food