Crazy busy today, so posting may be light, but my friend Sarah sent this to me and I enjoyed the hell out of it:
Stand By Me | Playing For Change | Song Around The World from Concord Music Group on Vimeo.
Holy jeepers:
Flapjack Fiasco
Layers from bottom to top: pancake; cookie dough; pancake; peanut butter and jelly; pancake; chocolate and bananas; pancake; caramel, oreo, marshmallow, sprinkles, M&M’s; pancake; caramel buttercream frosting granished with Trix cereal.
courtesy ThisIsWhyYoureFat.com
I keep hearing from people who “aren’t into” Facebook and Twitter. You know what those people are saying? “You know what I hate? Keeping in touch with my friends and family. I’d like to distance myself as far from them as possible.”
Facebook is what you make of it. Think it’s lame to be “friended” by someone you barely knew from 10th grade biology? Then don’t befriend her. Want to avoid old girlfriends and/or enemies? Don’t befriend them. Facebook has allowed my wife to rekindle old grudges by conspicuously denying friendships to people she hasn’t seen in 10 years. It’s fantastic!
The common complaint about Twitter is: “I don’t care about what my friends are doing at all hours of the day. ‘Cleaning the toilet! Lots of skidmarks!’ How silly!” You’re a putz. Twitter has a measure of that, to be sure, but it also has friends and celebrities sharing links and information, tossing off witty bon mots, and the occasional photoshopped horrible eye stabbing (WARNING: DO NOT CLICK THAT LINK UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES). If you have a friend who tweets nothing but Sartre quotes and poop stories, and you’re not into that, don’t follow him. Don’t want random people seeing your Godot quotes and hemorrhoids anecdotes? Protect your entries.
Not using Facebook and Twitter doesn’t make you cool any more than not using email does. Is your grandmother cool? Well, maybe she is, but that’s because she lets you drink from her flask and got you a bong for your 18th birthday.
Before I share this with you, you should know that some of the raddest people I know are vegans. This still made me lulz:
People sometimes ask me, hey, you like to read, why you ain’t got no Kindle? Here’s Reason #1. Reason #2 is more complicated, so follow along and keep up.
Let’s pick some books at random, and see what the Kindle savings is like:
| Book | Amazon Paperback Price | Amazon Kindle Price | Kindle savings |
|---|---|---|---|
| Oliver Twist | $3.50 | $2.00 | $1.50 |
| Dave Barry’s Guide To Guys | $6.99 | Unavailable | N/A |
| Networking for Dummies | $16.49 | $14.84 | $1.65 |
| American Lion: Andrew Jackson in the White House | $11.47 | $9.99 | $1.48 |
| Drinking: A Love Story | $10.88 | $9.99 | $0.89 |
| Bacon: A Love Story | $12.23 (hardcover) | $9.99 | $2.24 |
Ignoring the book that’s not available, we get an average savings of $1.52. In order to make up the original $359, I’d have to buy approximately 231 books, if the average holds. I buy approximately 20 new books a year (I buy dozens of used ones), so no, I won’t be buying a Kindle, thanks anyway Amazon.
Hee. I was going through old unused post drafts and found this one from, golly, must be like 2004 or 5. I found it hilarious and am resurrecting it. Keep in mind how old it is; I do not believe that the Delaware Art Museum is still closed for renovations.
Dear The Hearn,
I’ve been dating this girl for like 7 months, and I’m totally digging her. But I think she’s gonna break up with me. How do I know, you ask? I just sense a growing indifference towards me. Plus I caught her in the shower with my father. What should I do?
Worried in Wisconsin
Dear Worried:
I am known the world over for my expertise in two areas: my totally rad UNIX Engineering skillz, and my ability to keep the ladies on lockdown. I will use the latter to dispense advice to you now.
If you’re worried about a girl leaving you, the easiest way to get her to stick around is to have an enormous wang. Unfortunately, it sounds like you came up short in that department, since Bonnie, or whoever she is, needs to get a frequent taste of your dad’s sugarstick. The second best way is to put a large diamond ring on her finger. It is absolutely incredible how easy it is to keep a girl in your pocket once you bling her left hand up.
Don’t wanna get married? That’s not even a problem. The average engagement these days is something like 2 or 3 years, and you’ll have gotten tired of her and dumped her long before then. On the other hand, it can get expensive. I recommend cubic zirconium. The only way she’ll be able to tell the difference is if she goes to a jeweler and has it professionally examined, and if she does that, RUN. Throw her to the curb and move to Montana.
Because she is crazy.
Dear matthearn.com,
My baby mama keep axing me for money. I’m all, “Damn, beotch, you get $550 a week in welfare (’cause of her 7 kids) and I livin’ on the street for 2 months now.” I cain’t even keep a job ’cause I can’t afford to shower at the YMCA and my clothes smell like onions and crack. I needs help!
Broke as a Joke
<stunned silence>
Dear Broke:
Please submit your query over at The Temple of Black Jesus. Hopefully they’ll be able to help you, since all I can say is:
Dear Matt,
You are so rad. How can I be more rad like you?
Unhip in East Gabip
Now this is a letter. I agree…my radity is unbounded. Unfortunately, how my hipness is defined is impossible to qualify or quantify. My only advice can be: buy some really hot shoes, and learn to like Dewar’s.
Dear Hearn,
My wife and I are contemplating a trip to Delaware to see the sights! We plan to be there for roughly a week. Do you have any recommendations on where to stay, and what to see?
Bob Jenkins of Casper, Wyoming
Dear Bob,
Delaware is a tourist’s paradise! We’ve got the beaches . . . um, and . . . Hagley Museum! Yeah, that’s a must see. And, uh . . . well, we’re close to Philadelphia!
But seriously, there is a lot to see in Delaware. If you come, you can stay in the hotel where Amy Greenberg had her boyfriend kill their baby! If you’re not into that kinda thing, the Hotel Dupont is always nice, although pricey. But, if you really wanna get the Delaware experience, I suggest you stay at the TallyHo Inn on Concord Pike. I think they even have nap rates!
As for things to see, well, the Delaware Art Museum is closed for renovations (or was, last I checked). You can go to Longwood Gardens, though! Except that’s technically in PA. Winterthur is open, if you’re interested in homes built and occupied by moderately insane rich folks. (Those last four words seem strangely redundant.)
Honestly, the best thing to see in Delaware (other than me) is probably Rehoboth Beach, particularly if your wife gets turned on watching guys making out.
Hope this helps!
Yo Hearndogg,
Yo man, I got all KINDS of wasted last month and I don’t remember much, but now this girl Karin is all “we got it on” and I’m all “was it any good” and she’s all “hell no and I’m late” and I’m like “is it mine” and she’s all “do I look like a slut” and I’m like, “um, DUH” and then her dad broke my arm with a piece of, whaddayacallit, rebar. What do I do now?
Elliott in Arkansas
Buy her a ring and hope for the best, although in your case I suspect “the best” involves marrying the girl, divorcing her after 10 months, and paying $2000 a month in child support and alimony until the cops find out about that crystal meth lab in the basement and you get shanked in prison for not letting Bruno love you like he told you to.
Okay folks, be sure to send your advice requests to advice [at] matthearn [dot] com! I’ll answer ’em when I get around to it, or something. Yeah.
New hilarious site: Let’s Panic About Babies! I’m particularly fond of the “ads:”
I’ve lifted weights twice in the last 5 days, and here is what I can report on the subject: I don’t really care for it. You know? It frickin’ hurts, is why. I begin to see why people do steroids and HGH; I’m going to be crippled for days.
Hey, wait a second. What are the symptoms of steroid use?
On a more positive note, I do enjoy the first few hours after lifting, when each of my biceps muscles are the size of a Prius. So I’ve got that going for me.
