Monday, February 2, 2009

Two Rules that would make Football More Interesting.

As I live in Arizona and the Arizona Cardinals made it to the playoff three weeks ago, I decided to watch some of the game. I caught the first quarter and the last ten minutes of the 4th quarter. I had seen all that needed to be seen and I didn’t inconvenience myself. My mother threw a Superbowl party since the Cardinals did make it to the Superbowl. I sat through the first half and the last five minutes of the 4th quarter. I don’t follow professional or collegiate sports. I find them to be slow moving events that only inconvenience me by causing the shows I watch to be canceled or by occupying my friends for a few hours. Is it impossible for me to watch baseball, basketball or football? No. I can get into a game if I decide or am forced to watch it – especially if I’m at the game. I just watch sports the way people go to church – there are one or two necessary services in the year. And I know I’m not the only one. So during Superbowl 43, I thought to myself, how could this sport be made more interesting and draw me in as a regular fan? I came up with two rules that would get guys like me to have more than a default team and to watch every game.


Rule #1: Each team is allowed two knifings – each knifing consists of one stab or slash, multiple stabs/slashes in one knifing results in a yardage penalty, loss of remaining knifing or return knifing – in the event a knifing is fatal, the knifing team forfeits and all proceeds from the game are split between the dead player’s family and charity of choice. Is there an offensive lineman who keeps the defense from sacking the quarterback? Does the wide receiver keep gaining first downs? Is the defensive line so effective that the quarter back can’t successfully pass the ball? The stabbing rule would force teams to use all their players so effectively that opposing teams would have to really think about who to stab; and having only two stabbings would add to that. If I knew that there was a chance my crappy team could win thanks to two well played knifings, I’d be a season ticket holder. And just knowing that men with such lucrative jobs and talent could have it all taken away with the cut of the Achilles’ tendon is appealing to me.


Rule #2: Behind Enemy Lines. Often times in games you’ll see the wide receiver or other player running the ball downfield when he steps into or is pushed/tackled into the opposing team’s bench. The “Behind Enemy Lines” rule would allow the team along the bench to kick, punch or step on the player who enters their sideline – this rule cannot be combined with the knifing rule. As long as the intruding player is on the ground, wearing a helmet, not bleeding, completely off the playing field or until the referee arrives, the rule is holds. Only those players on the bench – and not currently playing the game – can participate in this rule. This rule would cause both teams to play smarter and faster. The defense would want to push those wind-like wide receives or running backs into their bench line. Likewise, the offense would want to play the middle or on their sidelines. So the defense would play heavy on the opposing sideline and middle causing the offense to play down the defense’s sideline, but that’s what the now speedy defense wants.


No longer would football players be considered dumb jocks that catch pig hide or run head-first into people for a living. Those men would become tacticians; tacticians very aware of how fragile they are. These rules would add an element to the game that would put the viewer more on edge and bring more fans in. If and when I watch other sports I’ll carry this topic into those events and bring my theories to you.


Posted by Simon

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Getting to Know Me a Little Better

While there is a biography page in which one can learn a little bit on who the authors of this genius blog are, I figured you might want even more personal information on the men bringing light into your dark world, explaining everything you have questions on. So I decided to fill out a questionnaire filled with 100 personal questions to help you get to know me, Samuel Herron.

1. Real name →Samuel Robespierre Herron; My mother was 20 when she had me and was obsessed with the French Revolution at the time.
2. Nickname(s)→ annieboo, Samoset, Colonel Sanders, Playful Pablo
3. Zodiac sign → Condor
4. Male or female → After much deliberation, about 10 years ago I decided Male
5. Elementary → Liberty Elementary, followed by Franklin Elementary
6. Middle School → Freedom Middle
7. High School→ Franklin High School
8. Hair color →Puce
9. Long or short → 3rd vertebrae
10. Loud or Quiet → Most of the time I am loud unless it isn't very good
11. Sweats or Jeans → I prefer sweatjeans. Edison invented them.
12. Phone or Camera → Television
13. Health freak →I drink, I smoke, and I love Philly Cheesesteaks
14. Drink or Smoke? → BOTH. And let me say, a meerschaum pipe with Butera's Latakia Blend # 1 and a nice Laphroiag scotch is where it's at
15. Do you have a crush on someone? →I do. The god of Nolej.
16. Eat or Drink →uh.... Both?? Kind of go hand in hand most of the time.
17. Piercings → One through my weenus
18. Tattoos →Just one. A dragon across my chest clutching a rocket ship above my heart with the inscription in Olde English "Colonel Sanders - Captain on this ship to the stars"
HAVE YOU EVER?
19. Been in an airplane→ Yes.
20. Been in a relationship → One time I tried it. Much like my first bout with cocaine, I woke up dizzy and craving love and Waffles. Never tried it after that.
21. Been in a car accident → Three. One by me ramming a guy. One by a girl ramming me then thinking I was at fault. ANd then I got hit by a drunk driver.
22. Been in a fist fight →Yes. several times. In first grade I fought a guy for being annoying, then my brother and I fought some Kurdish refugees in from Iraq. Then in 6th grade I got in two more. One was while playing "Smear the Queer" a kid bit my ankle so I pummeled his face in, then the other was while arguing over a pass interference I told a kid His Grandma was a loser so he punched me and we began to fight.
FIRSTS:
23. First piercing → Weenus
24. First best friend → A kid in Kindergarten named Brian. He now goes by Samir Al-Muhadijna. Weird kid.
25. First award → Biggest cock of my First Grade Class.
26. First crush → A girl who later died of a heroine overdose.
28. First big vacation → Disneyworld.
LASTS:
29. Last person you talked to → Simon Douglas.
30. Last person you texted → Simon Douglas.
31. Last person you watched a movie with → Christina
32. Last food you ate → Chicken basket from Dairy Queen. They forgot the damn Sawmill Gravy too, lazy ingrates.
33. Last movie you watched → I Accuse My Parents
34. Last song you listened to → Love Me Tender. Elvis speaks to my soul.
35. Last thing you bought → Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles IV: Turtles in Time
036. Last person you hugged → I don't hug often. It's gay.
FAVES:
37. Food → Philly Cheesesteak. Wit Wiz.
38. Drinks →Laphroiag. Tooheys New.
39. Clothing → Spandex.
40. Books → The novelization of Tremors 4: Back 4 More
41. Musics → Elvis. HE IS A MOUNTAIN AMONGST MOLEHILLS.
42. Flower → Black Iris
43. Colors → Purple
44. Movies → Tremors 4: Back 4 More
45. Positions → Reverse cowgirl
46. Subjects → History of the Kama Sutra
IN 2008..... I
47. [X] kissed in the snow
48. [no, it's gay] celebrated Halloween
49. [yep, those damn Ravens] had your heart broken
50. [X] went over the minutes on your cell phone
51. [X - Every day] someone questioned your sexual orientation
52. [X - Literally though. Not figuratively ] came out of the closet
53. [ I'm a guy] gotten pregnant
54. [It's illegal ] had an abortion
55. [X - Watched Love Actually] done something you've regretted
56. [X] broke a promise
57. [X] hid a secret
58. [X] pretended to be happy
59. [X - Robert Redofrd is an inspiring human] met someone who changed your life
60. [X] pretended to be sick
61. [X] left the country
62. [X] tried something you normally wouldn't try and liked it
63. [No] cried over the silliest thing
64. [No way] ran a mile
65. [X - it was so gr8. I luvd it :) ] went to the beach with your best friend(s)
66. [ ]stay single the whole year
CURRENTLY:
67. Eating →I'm typing on the computer, dumbass survey...
68. Drinking → See #67
69. I'm about to → go back to work? maybe? nah...
70. Listening to → So apparently I should be eating, drinking, and listening to music while filling this out.
71. Plans for today → Graceland
72. Waiting for → Elvis to come back
YOUR FUTURE:
73. Want kids? → Yes, then I want to stab myself in the crotch. After that, I want China to invade.
74. Want to get married? → I love Freedom.... so... No
75. Careers in mind → Dental hygienist!!
WHICH IS BETTER WITH GIRL/BOY?
76. Lips or eyes → Lips. Eyes don't give blowjobs.
77. Shorter or taller? → Average.
78. Romantic or spontaneous → Neither. Both sound mind numbingly horrible.
79. Nice stomach or nice arms → Both are a requisite.
80. Sensitive or loud → How are these related? That's as relevant as "Ears or has college degree?"
81. Hook-up or relationship → A hook-up under the guise of a relationship is preferable. A relationship under the guise of a hook-up is Hell.
82. Trouble-maker or hesitant → ..... once again... what?
HAVE YOU EVER:
83. Lost glasses/contacts → sure
84. Ran away from home → Yes. I haven't missed it at all since I left.
85. Hold a gun/knife for self defense →No, I've never been to Baltimore.
86. Killed somebody → Yes. But she deserved it. Seriously, who wants to pay Alimony if there is a way out?
87. Broken someone's heart → Well... I guess my son. See #86. He liked his mom. New Xbox though and he shaped right up.
88. Been arrested →Twice. Both for attempts to overthrow the government.
89. Cried when someone died → yes. It was so sad when John Tavolta's kid died! :*-(
DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
90. Yourself → I inspire myself to greatness every day.
91. Miracles → Only in relation to me.
92. Love at first sight → Yes, I know what an erection feels like.
93. Heaven → Yes.
94. Santa Claus → Yes, but I believe he is an elitist, racist pig. Notice how kids from Africa always get screwed by this fat, white man with enough money to hand out toys to every kid he wants to?
95. Sex on the first date → If only.
96. Kiss on the first date → I usually try #95 first, and since that never seems to work out, moving to this one always seems like bad timing.
ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:
97. Is there one person you want to be with right now? → Yes.
98. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life? → I Am Spartacus.
99. Do you believe in God → I don't think it matters if I do, He's there if I do or don't.
100. This is the 100th and last. This isn't a question you stupid survey.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

An Unrealistic Boyfriend

So, I was perusing Facebook (a gold mine for research in the Theory of Everything) and I found this post under the title "A Real Boyfriend..." Well, my partner and I decided this could not stand, as it is the most inaccurate description of a "perfect boyfriend" ever. It also outlines why women are completely crazy and out of their minds. Here is our commentary on the idea of a "Real Boyfriend". ~Sam

Don't care if you have a boyfriend or girlfriend right now.... I dont care if you are a guy or a woman or Michael Jackson.....just read this, it will make a difference.....

Sam: Sort of odd to begin a romantic thing with a hermaphroditic Michael Jackson joke. Doesn't really set the mood.
Simon: It won't really make a difference.

When she stares at your mouth

[ Kiss her ]

Sam: Great advice. Top notch.
Simon: Redirect her attention by glancing at your crotch or unzipping your pants.

When she pushes you or hits you like a dumb ass cuz she thinks shes stronger than you

[ Grab her and dont let go ]

Sam: I advise men to never date a girl who is delusional enough to think she is stronger than you. But if you do, I advise giving her a forearm shiver to the face to remind her if this situation ever arises.
Simon: Get her on the floor, straddle her and pin her arms under your knees and then tickle her until she pees herself. Strength is no match for humiliation.

When she starts cursing at you tryin to act all tuff

[ Kiss her and tell her you love her ]

Sam: That sentence should read "When she starts cursing you trying to act all tough (I refuse to spell it like they do here), remind her she has gained seven pounds since you have started dating. Then proceed to take her outside and lock her out of the house."
Simon: Ignore her and return your attention to the program you're watching or game you're playing.

When she's quiet

[ Ask her whats wrong ]

Simon: Savor the moment.
Sam: Enough said.

When she ignores you

[ Give her your attention ]

Sam: Savor the moment.
Simon: Ignore her back. Girls want what they can't have and she'll return to you immediately.

When she pulls away

[ Pull her back ]

Sam: And then say "Don't you DARE pull away from me when I am talking to you!! UNDERSTAND ME!!"
Simon: Let her go, she has a long list of chores and your meal to prepare.

When you see her at her worst

[ Tell her she's beautiful ]

Sam: Evaluate the relationship. If you can't handle her at her worst, time to get the fuck out.
Simon: He's right. The modern woman should never let you see her at her worst, that's what cosmetics are for.

When you see her start crying

[Just hold her and dont say a word ]

Sam: Pop open a six pack, it's gonna be a long night of talking.
Simon: Give a heavy sigh so she knows you're listening only because you're obligated to, this might even get you out of it.

When you see her walking

[ Sneak up and hug her waist from behind ]

Sam: Then prepare your sexual harassment defense for the fact that you just ass hugged the wrong girl on a crowded street with plenty of witnesses.
Simon: Follow her at a safe distance, she's been acting shady lately and it's time you get to the bottom of it.

When she's scared

[ Protect her ]

Sam: This one pisses me off. FROM WHAT??!?!?! You live in the suburbs!!!! There is nothing to protect you from!!!! STOP BEING A WUSSY!!!!
Simon: Protect her? She's scared, that could be of anything. A moth makes most girls jump. What if she's late? Does she want you punching her in the baby maker?


When she steals your favorite hoodie

[ Let her keep it and sleep with it for a night]

Sam: Or steal all her underwear and put hot sauce right where her vagina sits. That'll teach her.
Simon: She's probably just washing it, so expect it returned to you in a few hours, cleaned and pressed.


When she teases you

[ Tease her back and make her laugh ]

Sam: The downside to this is you end up letting a joke slip out about how her brain is smaller than yours and she refuses to touch you for a week.
Simon: Tease her right back to the point of tears; you wear the pants in the relationship and you're authority will not be threatened.

When she doesn't answer for a long time

[ reassure her that everything is okay ]

Sam: Walk away. She can't gain the upper hand like this. Plus what are the circumstances? What if you tell her "I have given you AIDS." Do you then reassure her if she doesn't respond for awhile? Oh wait, yes that does work there.
Simon: What is there to reassure her of? If she doesn't answer for a while and you're having a serious conversation, you know what's coming, so end things first - on your terms. You're not a bitch, are you?

When she looks at you with doubt

[ Back yourself up ]

Sam: What the hell does this mean? As in call all your friends, a rumble is going down? Make a good point then say to yourself "Damn right, man you got it!!!"
Simon: Look deep into her eyes silently and with a hurt face for several seconds (they'll seem like an eternity to her) and lie. Flat out lie.

When she says that she likes you

[SHE REALLY DOES MORE THAN YOU COULD UNDERSTAND!!!]

Sam: This really doesn't make sense, and just proves girls are irrational and can maintain a train of thought for about 7 seconds before they once again begin to think about how much they love themselves and are better than men. I mean how does that work? Girl: "I really like you." Guys internal response: "HOLY SHIT!! SHE DOES MORE THAN I COULD EVER UNDERSTAND!!!! THIS GIRL IS AMAZING!!!!"
Simon: Ask her how much she likes you. See how far she's willing to go based on that one statement. If she doesn't put out then and there, don't sweat it, she didn't like you to begin with.


When she grabs at your hands

[ Hold her's and play with her fingers ]

Sam: Say "Stop that, that's really fucking annoying when I'm driving."
Simon: Grab her hand, examine her nails and make a condescending sound that says how disappointed you are in her that she hasn't maintained your hygiene and beauty standards in a girlfriend.

When she bumps into you

[ bump into her back and make her laugh ]

Sam: Either walk away or check her into the wall Hockey style. Then stand over her and say "How'd that feel?? Not in my house, bitch. I am the MAN!!"
Simon: Bumping her will make her laugh? Girls have no sense of humor.

When she tells you a secret

[ keep it safe and untold ]

Sam: Tell your best guy friend over Xbox Live as you mow down some Japanese dudes in COD: World at War and have a good laugh.
Simon: What he said, except feel free to embellish as you see fit.

When she looks at you in your eyes

[ dont look away until she does ]

Sam: To quote Admiral Akbar, "It's a trap!!!" This sounds like a plan for an evil witch disguised as your girlfriend to hypnotize you. Run. Fucking run.
Simon: I play that game with my dog.

When she says it's over

[ she still wants you to be hers ]

Sam: Don't believe her, girls never finish before guys. It's nature.
Simon: Thank God you got out before she sucked out your soul. Tell your guy friends if need be and let them tell you what a crazy bitch she was.


When she reposts this bulletin

[ she wants you to read it ]

Sam: Don't. She never reads what you want her to read.
Simon: Sam is right; it's always a one-way street with chicks.

- Stay on the phone with her even if she's not saying anything.

Sam: Why?
Simon: If she wants to not talk to me while we're talking, she can buy an Xbox and Xbox Live so that I don't waste potential roll-over minutes on her silence.

- When she's mad hug her tight and don't let go

Sam: What if she's mad she found out you went to Hooters despite you telling her you wouldn't go anymore? This answer seems counterproductive there.
Simon: Give her space; call your friends and go to a bar.

- When she says she's ok dont believe it, talk with her

Sam: Or trust your girlfriend to tell the truth and use that as an out to get the hell out of this conversation.
Simon: Let her play her game and let the conversation end. If she doesn't want to man-up and get to the heart of the problem that's for her to deal with.

- because 10 yrs later she'll remember you

Sam: Is this connected to anything? What does that even mean? Because of what? For not believing her when she says its okay? WHAT ARE YOU REFERRING TO!?!?!?!
Simon: Goddamn right she'll remember me.

- Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her

Sam: No.
Simon: She wouldn't appreciate it and it's incriminating. Why were you out? You were drinking of course. And why weren't you with her to celebrate the first minutes of her birthday? Because you were out drinking without her. That's what will be running through her mind.

- Treat her like she's all that matters to you.

Sam: No.
Simon: Women need to know that you can survive without them. You survived for many years before she came along, remind her of that.

- Stay up all night with her when she's sick.

Sam: No.
Simon: I hate being sick.

- Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show even if you think it's stupid.

Sam: Only if I get some sort of recompense and it isn't any show with the word "girl" in the title, such as "Gilmore Girls", or "Gossip Girl".
Simon: Be sure to buy wine - you can get drunk and she'll think you're classy.

- Give her the world.

Sam: Could you be a little more vague please?
Simon: Buy her a globe.

- Let her wear your clothes.

Sam:  Only after sex.
Simon: And only your shirt.

- When she's bored and sad, hang out with her.

Sam: Yes, that's a PERFECT time for a fun-filled night of laughter and gaiety.
Simon: Give her a massage. Kiss here where you are massaging her while you're massaging her and eventually she'll want to do you. With a little effort on your part the night won't be a total waste.

- Let her know she's important.

Sam: I'm not really sure how. Maybe a totally bullshit and unrealistic list written by a girl who has never had a boyfriend will help me.
Simon: Girls are needy and no matter how much you tell her this, it won't be enough; better just to do the bare minimum so that you can at least say you've told her so.

- Kiss her in the pouring rain.

Sam: Tried it. It fucking SUCKS. I would rather be dead, or anything else.
Simon: I'd rather sit on a porch with a cigar and glass of alcohol, shooting the shit with my pals.

- When she runs up at you crying, the first thing you say is;

"Who's ass am I kicking baby?"

Sam: Girlfriends response: "What? What are you talking about? My grandfather just died you weirdo. That's it, we're done." Guy: "That Facebook bulletin on a Real Boyfriend has cocked blocked me about 30 times."
Simon: Men have died because they've gotten into fights because of their women. Calm her irrational ass down.

If you do post this in the next four minutes the one you love will :

Call you.

Kiss you.

Love you.

Text you.

Sam: Is it in that order? At the same time? Is that the priority? Is texting really the epitome of what girls want? WHO THE FUCK WROTE THIS SHIT AND PICKED THIS ORDER!?!?!
Simon: I'd be more inclined to post this if there was threat of never finding my true love.

Guys post as: "I'd be this Boyfriend."

Sam: And the girl you "love" would read this, think "Awwwwwwwww... that's SOOOO SWEET!!!!" Then she'd go fuck a Biker.
Simon: I'd let you be my boyfriend if you could do all this.

Girls post as: "A real Boyfriend"

Sam: Then go eat a tub of ice cream and cry because no guy worth a shit would ever, ever, ever, EVER do this crap. Maybe one or two of these ideas are passable, but as a whole, shoot me in the crotch.
Simon: That sounds like a movie featuring Matthew McConaughey and Kate Hudson.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Annoying men who talk to my girlfriend

So, there is this guy who talks to my girlfriend named Scott. He's a fatty, and an arab. I hate him. So I was watching the opening night of American Idol with my girlfriend and was on her computer when he IMed her. I then, to piss and scare him off, pretended to be her and was rude. Here is the conversation:

[19:54] ArabGuyScotty: hi
[19:54] Samuel (as his GF): hi
[19:54] ArabGuyScotty: whatsup
[19:54] ArabGuyScotty: so..
[19:54] ArabGuyScotty: $60 merino wool sweater. $2.12 with tax
[19:54] ArabGuyScotty: go me.
[19:54] Samuel (as his GF): so..... don't care
[19:55] ArabGuyScotty: lol
[19:55] ArabGuyScotty: sawwy
[19:55] ArabGuyScotty: like i said, if you came up here i'd take you shopping
[19:55] ArabGuyScotty: lol
[19:55] ArabGuyScotty: ooonly a 5 hour drive
[19:55] Samuel (as his GF): gag me
[19:56] ArabGuyScotty: that would be mean
[19:56] ArabGuyScotty: sooo no.
[19:56] Samuel (as his GF): good one. on fire tonight.
[19:57] ArabGuyScotty: huh
[19:57] ArabGuyScotty: uh huh
[19:59] ArabGuyScotty: so how was your evening of nothing
[19:59] Samuel (as his GF): it was good
[20:21] ArabGuyScotty: sooo
[20:21] ArabGuyScotty: cwisteena
[20:21] ArabGuyScotty: what should i wear tomorrow
[20:22] Samuel (as his GF): what the heck!? why would I care??
[20:22] Samuel (as his GF): and dont call me cwisteena
[20:22] ArabGuyScotty: woah
[20:22] Samuel (as his GF): that's not my name
[20:22] ArabGuyScotty: sorry
[20:22] ArabGuyScotty: just asking for advice. i'm gonna see a bunch of people when i get to morgantown tomorrow and i wanna look good
[20:22] ArabGuyScotty: what's with the attitude?
[20:23] Samuel (as his GF): what's with you asking me what you should wear!? I dont know your wardrobe. I don't want to.
[20:23] ArabGuyScotty: yikes
[20:23] Samuel (as his GF): and i dont like you saying cwisteena
[20:23] ArabGuyScotty: sorry
[20:24] Samuel (as his GF): its annoyinf
[20:24] Samuel (as his GF): annoying*
[20:24] ArabGuyScotty: okay!
[20:24] ArabGuyScotty: sorry CHRISTINA
[20:24] Samuel (as his GF): good job
[20:24] Samuel (as his GF): drop the caps though
[20:24] Samuel (as his GF): just the first letter is capitalized
[20:24] ArabGuyScotty: hah
[20:24] ArabGuyScotty: thanks for the english lesson
[20:25] Samuel (as his GF): you're welcome. you apparently needed it, as you either spelled my name with a w (what the hell?) or in all caps
[20:25] ArabGuyScotty: you must be mad if you said hell
[20:26] Samuel (as his GF): no, not mad at all
[20:26] Samuel (as his GF): you're just annoying
[20:26] ArabGuyScotty: thanks but i was just kidding around. and you're just rude
[20:26] ArabGuyScotty: g'night
[20:26] Samuel (as his GF): you're just annoying. we all have our vices
[20:26] Samuel (as his GF): good night


So, what is the lesson here for the Theory of Everything? ALL is fair in love and war. I win because I am a winner, and Scott is just a fatty.

In the Event the Undead Rise

The world is turning into shit. There are civil wars worldwide, familial disputes, murders in the streets, drug and human trafficking, Scientology is popular, and the economy is bad. In my studies and research I’ve come to expect the world, or civilization at the very least, to end soon. In my opinion, the most likely cause of civilization ending is zombies. I’m not talking about the animated corpse of a Voodoo Bokor, I’m talking about the living dead. I’m talking about those mindless masses of shuffling – potentially sprinting – brain eaters. While it’s unpleasant to think about, they’re a real, potential problem to everyone and they must be addressed so that we can make ourselves prepared. I’ve devised a rather ingenious plan with the help of my colleague and a friend.

Just imagine spending a relaxing evening with your girlfriend/ /wife and/or kids. A nice dinner is made and you sit at the table engaging in pleasant conversation. When dinner is done you move to the couch to watch a romantic comedy, because she gets off on it, something like “Love Actually.” If there are no kids present you start to become intimate with your significant other, you go down on each other and then move into the bathroom. After mind blowing shower sex you dry off your woman gently, slowly. Then you carry her to bed where you start it all over again, getting lustier and lustier – she doesn’t usually like doggy style and never agrees to reverse cowgirl – but it is your night. Eventually you fall asleep in one anothers arms. Not long after, you wake up to her mouth around your penis and she doesn’t mind that you don’t return the favor. You both wake up to the sun and she goes to do the dishes, make you breakfast and do the dishes again. Sounds good right? Yeah. Now imagine a life with zombies. Sucks in comparison, I know. So what do you do? You put up boards in the windows and they just tear them down. So you move deeper into your house and barricade the door with a wardrobe, dresser and television. But they break through with their damned persistence. So you somehow get out through the tiny bathroom window and run. You run but they persistently follow because unlike you, they don’t tire and they smell your sweet, sweet marrow and brains. Maybe you’re unlucky and the zombies chasing you can power-walk or even run. What do you do now? Where do you go? Luckily for you, you remember reading Simon’s In the Event of the Undead Rising Plan. And luckily for you, the plan starts out simple enough by plotting out something so obvious, even in your hysteria you’re going to remember.

Step 1: Get to your nearest gun store, or even better, Wal-Mart. I would suggest heading directly to a Wal-Mart because they have so much more than guns. But taking the time to gather supplies is a dangerous business if you can’t protect yourself. Grab whatever weapons and appropriate ammunition you can, but get a rifle at the very least (and a scope if you can) – if you can shoot them far off you won’t need to shoot them close up. And remember to aim for their heads. If you’re no good at aiming, you will be.

Step 2: Gather supplies. Canned goods, other non-perishables, water, alcohol, sleeping bags, bedding, camping equipment, gas cans, guns & ammunition, knives, chainsaws, hammers, cookware, batteries, flashlights, hot plates, gum, baseball bats, beef jerky, chains, binoculars, socks, clothes, shoes/boots, hats, sunscreen, tobacco products, rod & reel, radio, and books – specifically how to books. Wal-Mart should sell most of these things. If you feel there’s some survival item you’ll need, head to your nearest sporting good store at your own risk. Once you have all your supplies, stash it on the roof of Wal-Mart and set yourself up there.

Step 3: Regroup. Survivors will flock to Wal-Mart for the same reason as you, supplies. They’ll show up before, during or after the same time you do so when you see them, be kind – they’re going through the same shit as you. Take the time to rest and practice shooting at any nearby zombies – there should be plenty. Then take charge of the situation and survivors – if you happen to be at the Wal-Mart Sam or I am at, submit, we know what we’re doing and we’ll get you out of there. Most of them will want to hold out there forever. To what end, I ask you? What you need to convince them of is that they’re not safe. You’re all surrounded. What you need to do before too many zombies gather is get a large van, SUV, bus or moving type truck, load up the supplies you need and get the hell out of there. If they ask where you’re supposed to go, name the nearest large body of water.

Sub-step 3: Be a man. I pray that should the undead rise en masse, Sam is by my side. I know that if we’re together, we’ll survive and even flourish. If whatever virus makes people zombies is passed to Sam, I’d sympathize. I cook him steak or whatever meal becomes known as a “fine meal” and then we’d watch the sun go down while sipping scotch and smoking pipes or cigars, talking about our epic adventures and shooting the shit in general. But then I’d blow his mother fucking brains out. And I know he’d do the same. If you’re bit by a zombie, you’re fucked. There’s no cure, so man up and tell those people in your party that you haven’t got long. Be generous and give them a fighting chance. I would. Likewise, don’t be a pussy and blow that person’s head off, after giving them an appropriate goodbye. And don’t wait until they “turn.” Make it understood that anyone who contracts the “virus” dies. And be on the lookout for any strange behavior or flu-like symptoms, which would give away that someone is turning; chances are no one is going to tell you about being bit until just before they turn, when you’re both naked and unarmed.

Step 4: Road trip. Drive. Drive and don’t stop for anything short of gas. Take gas with you if you can. Get yourself and your party to water, preferably an ocean.

Step 5: Get onto a ship or yacht that is in harbor. There is no research that suggests zombies can swim. Pick something large enough to live on for an extended period of time. And after you lay claim to said ship, search every part of it for signs of zombies, kill them and get them overboard. Then move in. Don’t get overzealous here, there’s no reason for you to leave port. Just get the gangplank up and you’re in a defensible fortress with everything you need at your fingertips. If you run out of perishable food, you can fish, if you get low on ammo you can form scouting parties to search in land. Leaving port would be a last case scenario.

Step 6: Rebuild. With civilization crumbling and your motley crew of survivors it’s up to you to start society over. Grab a “Dummies” guide to radio broadcast and send out an ever repeating message that you are where you are and people are welcome – be sure to openly state that you don’t want douche bags, pussies, or male porn stars, but that all beautiful intelligent people, women mostly, are welcome. If/when people show up, have them strip down so you can make sure they’re not infected and then let them on. Come up with a system for population growth, so that you’re not encouraging STDs and remember, no means no.

Step 7: Expand. There are only so many people on this planet or on your particular land mass. If you can, push the undead back, get yourself a little piece of land that you can use to grow fruits and vegetables, or even livestock. There is nothing to suggest that the undead don’t live a life span, so survive and expand. 

Things to remember: I will be following this plan to the letter and so should you. Beer expires long before wine and liquor does so drink that first, unless you have the means to produce it. In such a troubled time, people will be looking to natural leaders for guidance, but they will turn on you if you let the power go to your head, there are no laws after all, so be benevolent and do what is good for everyone. If you come across Sam or myself, be thankful, we’re badasses and have a plan. Ladies, if you’re reading this, we can protect you and make you feel the way you like to feel. If you’d like to find Sam or myself in the even this all occurs, we’ll be aboard the perfectly defensible USS Ronald Reagan with it’s 5,500 person capacity, two nuclear reactors, stores of ammunition and gasoline. 


Posted by Simon

Friday, January 9, 2009

How Useful is Uselessness?

So here at the Theory of Everything we do extremely intensive demographic research for obvious reasons. It's important. In our research we happened to find ourselves in a conundrum of sorts. We found that the most useless demographic had uses. Lots of them. So we are presenting to you a compare and contrast of the usefulness found in the most useless demographic of society: Obese Children.

Uselessness: Obese children are lazy, which is usually related to their obesity. They rarely are good at anything, and they also rarely enjoy anything more than video games and food. Ask an obese child what his interests lie in or what he considers himself good at, they usually stare at you for 37 minutes, start drooling, and in a slobbered tone that comes from the fat in ones cheeks pressing into the mouth due to it running out of room to expand out without flopping down over the jaw line like Nien Nunb from Star Wars and getting in the way of the tongue, they then say "Stho do you like Sthuper Sthmash Brothers? I like it. I like Yoshi!!!!" Then they waddle off to their room and turn on their Nintendo Wii, forgetting you ever existed, and most likely what reality is altogether.

Overall, Obese children are a complete drain on parents and their economic stability, as food by the metric ton along with video games are not cheap. Neither are gas prices, and since a parent would absolutely need an SUV of some sort, and most likely a large one, that just adds even more financial burden. Unfortunately for us who delight in unintentional comedy, the USA has not embraced the beauty and majesty of Sumo wrestling, which also eliminates the only sport where useless fat is embraced and generously rewarded. Now one might say "Well what about American Football?" Those fat boys can move and generally are rather athletic for their size, and do not fall under this demographic as children. The other exception is CC Sabathia of the New York Yankees. Well folks, keep in mind he looked like this less than a decade ago, then turned into this. So obviously, this man waited until after he had made millions of dollars before fattening up. This presents a problem that is a compounding problem. If there are no sports for obese children, then they won't play sports or exercise, thus becoming more obese.

So, with obese children, to recap, they are a complete drain on parents and the middle class family as a whole, and the reward is nil. They grow up to accomplish nothing, and never learn anything not related to Nintendo characters. As a parent, it must be a psychological trauma equal to watching a man cut fingers off one by one and slowly eat them, to then have an obese child you can never emotionally connect with slowly strip you of all joy and disposable income for 25 years. Total uselessness.

Usefulness: As I discussed the results of the uselessness of this demographic with my research partner here at the TOE, he made a very astute point. He said "Flip the perspective." After thinking about it for several minutes I realized he was talking to his computer screen because he hated the camera view of the porno he was watching. You know, the one from the back when all you get is the dudes balls. Disgusting....

Then I thought some more.

and more...

and more...

Then I realized he was (indirectly) right! Flip the Perspective! If I were an executive at Nintendo, I would only have a job BECAUSE of obese children in America. Not only that, during these rough, penny pinching, economic times obese children keep the money flow going in video game electronics AND in grocery stores! So, an argument could be made that to cure this economic crisis we need MORE obese children. No matter how much money parents would want to hold back on, their obese children force them to spend money. Not only that, but where would this blog post be? It wouldn't even exist without them. And neither would Chris Farley. Or fat jokes in general. And lets be honest, fat jokes are the backbone of a billion dollar industry and a children's TV network in Nickelodeon.

Also, everybody knows you want an obese eight year old on a camping trip. Why? Because most people don't really know and are not that confident they could outrun a grizzly bear. But most of us are damn sure we could outrun an obese eight year old. They definitely provide a certain psychological comfort on ANY camping trip.

So their usefulness is paradoxically completely tied to their uselessness!!

These are the things that one must ponder here at the Theory Of Everything.

"Never has my esteem been so high than after watching a fat child try to play with his companions, of which he has none."
~Percy Bysshe Shelley, Summer of 1816 in Switzerland

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Happy New Year

Happy New Year to all from the team here at The TOE.