Thursday, August 1, 2013
Why I was late for work this morning...
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Mr. Darcy in the third...
Are you still with me? Probably not, but that's not why I'm here anyway. Nor is it to kick the pile of dust that was once the bones of what was, in turn, once a proud, living miniature horse. Let's call the horse "Mr. Darcy". Not because I'll be using it again in this article, but because I just spent about 10 minutes on google parsing search results for "best names for a horse." Also, giving an animal a surname is hilarious (I also confirmed this on google). At any rate...
"This place" has an underlying idea (hint: it's the name of the blog) that I still love and embrace. It will probably remain an inherent part of everything I create -- manifesting itself as a cynical, world-weary character here, or an abhorrent, obnoxious airhead there. And no matter what none of the critics have said, I still think a webcomic featuring a bespectacled mutt and his best-friend-stoner penguin is a great idea. Although, given certain life developments, they might require an unexpected role-reversal to maintain verisimilitude. But I fear that it too would peter out with all the ferocity of a
Which brings me to the reason I am actually writing this. Back when this was more than just the glint of a hearse's tail lights, I had the idea for a feature called "Westside Weekend Update". I don't really remember the premise or intended method of execution, but nevertheless, I made quite the ambitious list for it. They get worse (or better, depending on how many concussions you've recently suffered) as the list goes on. So, without further ado, I present this long list of nonsense I found in an e-mail to myself from nearly two years ago:
Fiona Applesauce
Tyler Perrywinkle
William Shat'ner Sink
Jason Segull
Zach Gaflinakanis
Arnold Shwartzenheimer (the Mayoranator)
Peepin' Tom Hanks
Levar Burton Ernie
Ben AFFLEC! (duck head with word bubble)
Shia Lebouffet
Megan Foxtrot
Eddie Murphy Bed
Heather Graham Bell
Natalie Portmanteaux
Tom Cruise Control
Christopher Plumber
Christopher Leemur
Julianne Mooretuary
Johnny Deposition
Will Smithsonian
Roseanne Barrge
Katie Holmesecurity
Cheri O'Teridactyl
Will Ferrell Cats
John Malkiovellich
Matt "Mailer" Damon
Rebecca Black Magic (Death)
I am truly sorry for this post.
Monday, September 12, 2011
Friday, July 1, 2011
Do I smell an Oscar?
Monday, June 27, 2011
McNuggets
Greetings! I've been consuming your fine edibles for the majority of my life. Like most people my age, I was brought up on McDonald's. Your food has become so ingrained in the fabric of American sustenance that oddities and other bizarre facts concerning your products never seem to occur to us. One such oddity struck me the other day.
What the fuck is a chicken McNugget shaped like? I realize there are two, obviously formed, “nugget shapes,” but what are those shapes supposed to be? For instance, if I were to look at a packing slip for the Parts and Maintenance division of one of your magical nugget factories, would the invoice perhaps list a descriptive moniker for replacement nugget stencils? Is there some subtle likeness that your nugget designer was going for? If so, what part of the chicken is shaped like a tiny boot and/or circle? Of all the infinite number of shapes in the universe, why those? At least Burger King had the balls to shape theirs like little crowns (or, “king hats”). Recently, they pussy’d out and have conformed to your simplistic and arbitrary chicken-product-shaping-initiative, but I digress.
I get it- you send whole livestock down a conveyor-belt-o’-death into a vortex of swirling blades until everything that was once alive and breathing and capable of thought is ground into a McNugget for Johnny Fat-ass American- you clearly are not concerned with convincing anyone otherwise. But please explain to me why McDonald’s chose those two particular shapes.
Is there some hidden meaning behind the McNugget shape? If I hold a McNugget against the skyline of San Bernardino at sunset, will it point me in the direction of Grimace's Treasure? Or did you let that fucking clown decide what the shapes should be?
I anxiously await your response. Along with your 58 million daily customers, I demand to know the secret behind the mysterious shaping of your nuggets.
Yours,
Houston Jones
P.S. I was thinking, maybe a good promotional item could be custom-shaped McNuggets. For a premium, businesses, or individuals (ahem, myself), could order these for catered events or even just a simple evening at home, playing board games with friends. If you decide to roll out with something like this, do not feel like you need to afford me any royalties for using this (brilliant) idea. Simply send me a case of your finest dick-and-breast-shaped nuggets.
P.S.S. Why hasn't McDonald's ever attempted to corner the catering market? "Golden Arches Catering" has a nice ring to it!
Friday, June 24, 2011
My God... It's Full of Stars...
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Mandatory Weekend Moose Hunts
This is the only logical choice. No real change ever occurs in politics and wouldn't unless we, as a planet, abolish all religions and become technocratic. So, aside from that never-gonna-happen fantasy world, this is our next best solution.
Forget peace and change and all that bullshit- we're talking entertainment! Think of it! Who needs hope when there will undoubtedly be an endless supply of hilarious "palinisms." Who cares if other countries like us-- they're full of brown people and don't talk right. Let's show 'em who's alpha dog and put this lipstick-wearing bulldog in the oval office! With everybody's favorite soccer-mom maverick in charge, she'll send other world leaders to bed without supper and make sure everyone's done their homework.
Imagine the inevitable outcomes of whatever apeshit-crazy policies she would no doubt enact: National Bomb an Abortion Clinic Day (the only National holiday celebrated weekly), Mandatory Weekend Moose Hunts, Spritz-a-Gay (in which patriots squirt a fine mist of sticky goo all over suspected homosexuals), Hotdog Eating Contests in Congress and Bible Thump-Offs on the National Mall. etc. etc. etc. She'd give that ol' Ah-Mu-Ding-O'-Jad a whoppin' piece of Alaskan logic and, in the same week, enact a mandatory school cafeteria "All-American Diet" consisting of fried apple pie, fried kool-aid, fried coca-cola, fried batter coated fry batter, and beanie-weenies.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Female. 22 years old. Never been kissed.
From: TRIPLE X Subject: hey who this.... please |
From: The Chewbacalypse Subject: re:hey Neil Diamond. |
From: TRIPLE X Subject: re:re:hey k.. how u know me.. are u a male or female |
From: The Chewbacalypse Subject: re:re:re:hey Female. 22 years old. Never been kissed. |
From: TRIPLE X Subject: re:re:re:re:hey k..... ***-****...text me . lets talk n hangout james.. |
From: TRIPLE X Subject: re:re:re:re:hey hello...do u want talk n hangout |
From: TRIPLE X Subject: re:re:re:re:hey hey .. guess you dont wanne talk n hangout |
From: The Chewbacalypse Subject: re:re:re:re:re:hey James, |
From: TRIPLE X Subject: re:re:re:re:re:re:hey call me lets talk n be friends please..im a really good guy.. ***-**** ..i was at toucans helping this band when they played there last week....so please text or call me k.james |
From: TRIPLE X Subject: re:re:re:re:re:re:hey wuzz up ??? can we talk n hangout please...im 25 i work at toucans.. yesterday.hard rack.. so ***-***-**** james |
From: TRIPLE X Subject: re:re:re:re:re:re:hey hey..wuzz up |
From: The Chewbacalypse Subject: re:re:re:re:re:re:...hey Not much, sir. |
From: TRIPLE X Subject: re:re:re:re:re:re:...hey text me.***-**** gurl |
From: The Chewbacalypse Subject: re:re:re:re:re:re:...hey Gurl? |
From: The Chewbacalypse Subject: re:re:re:re:re:re:...hey There aren't any girls in this band. |
From: TRIPLE X Subject: re:re:re:re:re:re:...hey k.,, so neil diamond that been messagin me????? |
From: The Chewbacalypse Subject: hey I'm not sure know what you're talking about? This is The Near Death Experiment |
From: TRIPLE X Subject: re:re:re:re:re:re:...hey someone name. neil diamond been talken to me on this page allday??????????? |
From: The Chewbacalypse Subject: re:re:re:re:re:re:...hey Oh sorry, we get a lot of SPAM on our bands account and most of the time just write a bunch of nonsense back at those accounts. We get like 3 garbage messages per day. Sorry we confused you with one. What's up, man? |
From: TRIPLE X Subject: re:re:re:re:hey hey tell me who wrote that????? or ur band will not play friday at toucans.bc i can call david or chris to cancell yall |
From: TRIPLE X Subject: re:re:re:re:hey nm...i was gettin pissed off ?...... so ingore that last message pleasek |
/masterpiece
Monday, June 13, 2011
Father's Day Pt. III
Upon exiting the bathroom, towel in hand, I run into my father who had, unbeknownst to me, just exited his bedroom. We both came to a dead stop in the middle of the hall. I was completely naked, with only a black condom cloaking a still-throbbing erection. Our eyes locked and it seemed that we had come to a silent agreement: there would be no discussion or mention of this, we would just both go our merry ways. Then, without warning, he broke the unspoken agreement and looked down. It was swift, a millisecond at most, but the damage had been done, and my night had been ruined.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Facebook Friday #3: With fluorescent yellow shirts and poverty for all...
I began, as always, with a little research on the topic. Like, what studies had been done on how effective this solution would be, its financial impact and just how many people on welfare actually use drugs. The consensus seems to be, as I had suspected, that this measure would not help to achieve the desired end. A meager 3-10% of people on welfare are drug abusers. It is fiscally irresponsible, and the Center for Addiction and Mental Health (CAMH) even offered a study that the stigma impacted those on welfare negatively. So I posted some of these facts in response to the original pro-drug-testing post. Not so much to incite rage or opposition, but to educate and inform. This method of thwarting drug addicts is demonstrably impractical and ineffective. It's like when someone you know is propagating a chain letter and you politely refer them to the Snopes.com article debunking whatever bullshit it happens to be putting forth. It started out with the most innocent of intentions, but I was quickly drawn into a maddening bizarro-world where up is down, left is right, there's a black president and Arnold Schwarzenegger got busy with the help.
First and foremost, it's an egregious violation of constitutional rights. The fourth amendment guards against unreasonable searches and seizures. If you have no history of drug abuse, and no criminal record, then the seizure and subsequent searching of your bodily fluids is unreasonable and thus a violation of your rights. Case closed, right? Let's see what the peanut gallery has to say...
The notion that just because you are without means and require financial assistance you should gleefully accept a violation of your constitutional rights is offensive and loathsome. Moreover, if unreasonable search and seizure doesn't apply to guarding completely innocent civilians, with no criminal record, then where exactly is that line drawn? I'm curious just what exactly these idiots think that amendment is there for. Certainly, the men who drafted the constitution couldn't have foreseen urine testing, blood testing or any other procedures of that nature, but I'm certain that, in addition to being completely baffled and weirded out, they would agree that the government doesn't have the right to take YOUR PISS AND BLOOD- even if you are offered remuneration. And then there's this dipshit...
How is forcing any and all who would file for welfare only discriminating those who use drugs? That would be the case if we only tested the drug users, but unless this assclown has invented a dowsing rod that can point them out, then you're going to have to just discriminate against an entire class of people to weed out the bad ones. What I can't wrap my mind around is how he concluded that drugs are expensive. The drugs they buy are cheap, and that's the fucking point. By the end, he's contrived a new false premise upon which to base his argument. Newflash cocksucker: your constitutional rights do not include limiting the rights of others.
Some would argue that the drug addicts are stealing away welfare funds that could otherwise be given to people who are being denied. This idea simply doesn't hold water. People are being denied welfare because the poverty line is having to be drawn so low that even some families who would otherwise qualify are having to be turned down. When I re-enroll in school, as I plan to do soon, my meager financial aid will count as my income and thus disqualify me from any kind of welfare. Perhaps it's not my preferred outcome, but it definitely is not because the money that would otherwise go to me is being given to people who are spending it on drugs. Even if these people are denied welfare, I wouldn't magically qualify for it all of a sudden. It has nothing to do with the level of available funds and everything to do with where the poverty line is drawn.
I just had an even better idea. Let's make a law requiring the poor to wear a fluorescent yellow shirt at all times. This would make it much easier for law enforcement officials and government employees to identify which are "half-people"- those whose rights and feelings it will henceforth be okay to disregard. Also, their votes only count as half. Likewise, rich people will receive shirts made of gold from the government. Votes count double. Yes, this sounds like a vast improvement. As a white person, I know I will rest more peacefully at night knowing that this, along with piss testing, will absolutely prevent any drug user from ever collecting welfare again. At the end of the day, that's really what it's all about, right? Making white people feel better?
I know that I've inevitably repeated myself, but such is the pitfall of arguing with ham-fisted apes. I shouldn't care so much, but I do; I genuinely do. It's a tragedy that there are people out there with so little while, on the opposite end of the spectrum, there are people with so much they could spend frivolously the rest of their lives and never see the end of it. To some, it is embarrassing and depressing to be reliant on government subsidy just to get by. While I wouldn't derive any such shame, I can certainly empathize with those who feel it as a blow to the pride. It's such a disrespectful slap in the face to these people, who are having a hard enough time as it is, to indirectly accuse them of being drug addicts. If you want to talk about big issues and play adult, then do your goddamn research. And if you can't take the time to inform yourself and create an opinion with some basis in fact, then just keep your fucking mouth shut.
* I was born and raised in the south, so I'll talk as much shit as I please, thank you kindly.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
Father's Day Pt II
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Designed by Senior Citizens
Monday, May 30, 2011
Father's Day
During my formidable years, my father was the proprietor of several "college" bars (and even, at one point, a strip club*). While this offered my teenage counterpart a smattering of experiences that would otherwise have been held off until college, it was also the cause for many an unfavorable side-effect. For instance: many nights, my father would bring home a friend or employee, whose drinking had rendered non-existent his ability to walk or drive. Upon returning home- usually around 4 or 5 in the morning- he would come into my room, steal the comforter off of me and give it to the vagabond on our sofa. The couch in our living room saw many a drunken buffoon over the years. I quickly grew tired of this bullshit and concocted a plan, with my best friend at the time, to ensure this behavior was discontinued.
So one unassuming Saturday night, my father came home and, true to form, stole away my comforter. After snatching it off the bed, he found the two of us- my friend and me- arms wrapped around each other, even a leg, pretending to sleep. It no doubt took his brain longer than usual to process exactly what he was staring at. Slack-jawed and in total disbelief, he backed up slowly, dropped the blanket and let out an "ugh". It was the last night he came to take my comforter.
While we never discussed this event explicitly, it set a precedent for awkward conversations which began with a talk about my sexual preference. The comic below is a recreation featuring penguin stand-ins and a filter to make sense of his garbled wisdom-gems (brown-boxed).
Friday, May 27, 2011
So it begins... Again... (Facebook Friday #2)
Poppa's got a brand new downward facing dog:
Sun Salutation Machine
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
I am a proud American, Goddammit!
Perhaps I was a bit naive, but it was unsettling, and a bit startling, to find so many people celebrating the murder of another human being. Death is something only a psychopath celebrates. We don't mourn the man and his actions, but we mourn the waste of that life. The thing that makes Hitler Hitler, Bin Laden Bin Laden, etc... is a lack of acknowledgement and respect for the value of life. When we, as a species, forget this-- and boy have we ever-- we become no better than the enemies we deride. What began on 9/11 and culminated in his death was tragic and, while I agree completely that it was a necessary evil, the important thing to remember-- if we are to avoid the ignoble pitfall of becoming the thing we despise-- is that it is indeed an evil.
Recognizing this, and showing compassion in the face of tragedy, is what separates the just from the unjust; no level of flag-waving, no misguided vendetta. Honorable, ethical men kill out of necessity, never with joy or pride. Speaking of pride...
Nationalism sucks. When I see a group of semi-educated suburbanites marching en masse and chanting "USA!", I can't help but think, "this has to be how Nazism started." I'm not comparing any of these people to Nazis, I'm just saying that you don't get from point A to point Nazi without a little bit of mindless-chant-marching in between.
Being proud to be American is like being proud to have male pattern baldness or that gravity exists. You can't be proud that it didn't rain today or that birds can fly. Basically, you can't be proud of something you had absolutely no control over. Your birthplace (and subsequently your world-view, religion, etc...) required absolutely no decision or effort on your part; you were born into it all. If you were born to Eskimos, you'd be a proud Inuit-- with all the assumptions and creeds that come with being an Inuit. One might argue, "Sure, I can't control the fact that I was born here, but I did choose to stay once I grew up." Okay, I'll concede that, but it's a bit disingenuous to refer to it as a proper decision. Since day one, we have all had America's greatness crammed down our throats. I'm not arguing the veracity of that claim, I'm merely pointing out the inconsistency in repeating rhetoric, ad infinitum, and calling it choice. You can be happy you're American. You can feel blessed, lucky or relieved, but you can't feel proud.
Most of the people I know who identify themselves as Christians, sure as fuck don't behave that way. If being Christian means behaving as Christ did, once you cut out all the bullshit, I am one of the only Christians I know. Likewise, if you transpose the bible to the constitution, and it's forgers to Christ, then goddammit, I am an American! And proud of it. I think the constitution is one of the best documents that exists for the creation and maintenance of a functioning, peaceful society. It's not perfect; progress inevitably entails change, but it is a good blueprint and the further we stray the ideas that fed it, the worse off we are. I am proud of the times I've dissented against this government run-amuck. I am proud of my choice to stay in this country and enact change. In these cases, I am proud to be American, but this is not what the majority of people are proud of when they post it on facebook or buy a patriotic bumper sticker. They mean they are proud to unquestioningly surrender their minds to an idea, whether knowingly or not. Same goes for the religious.
In the last century or so, we've come a long way, but because of the emphasis put on antiquity and tradition, we are breeding generations that are more and more inclined to fight tooth and nail to keep things the way they are. We shouldn't force people to change, we should teach them to; show them why it's not only okay, but preferred. Society as a whole is becoming disconnected from all the underlying things that make it possible. For instance: technology, science- both political and natural, philosophy, a universal and natural origin for ethics. When you are being taught what to think, but not how, just what do you use to determine the accuracy of a proposition? What makes it any different or more credible than its rival?
Some people look around and see a world that is changing, in a manner that they think will make it better. When I look around, all I can see is other people ruining everything.


























