CSI 1700: FINDING OUT HOW REALLY DEAD PEOPLE DIED

September 16, 2009
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"Wait a minute.  I thought that guy from Scarface killed me."

"Great. We just gave them an excuse for a crappy AMADEUS remake."

Here’s some urgent news ripped from today’s headlines:

MOZART DIED OF STREP INFECTION

And by “urgent” I mean, “would have been somewhat helpful to know 220 years ago.” And by “news” I mean, “News-ish, on a slow news day in 2009.”

Don’t get me wrong. I’m a history lover. It’s important to study history because history repeats itself. I read that somewhere. Actually, I think I read it twice.

But here’s the thing: I think we need a statute of limitations for studying unsolved deaths.

U.S. President Zachary Taylor died of arsenic poisoning in 1850. Mozart died of Strep in 1791. Both these pressing mysteries took a century or two to resolve. So basically, at the rate we’re going,  we should have a definitive answer as to why Lincoln suddenly stopped breathing by 2011.

Look, the problem here is lack of resources. The way I see it there are only about 3,000 really brilliant people in the world. Unfortunately, most of them aren’t working on the cure for cancer or ways to improve water purification in Africa. We can’t afford to waste any more good brains on stuff like this Mozart nonsense. Too many of finest minds have already been sidetracked by endeavors that are either incredibly trivial or easily profitable or plain ol’ totally useless.

I took an unofficial survey as to what the world’s smartest people are working on these days. And the results, frankly, were a little depressing:

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NASA’S KILLER ASTEROID TRACKING PROGRAM

September 16, 2009

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Looks like all my so-called "time wasting" playing Asteroids might end up coming in handy.

Was I "wasting my time" in the 80s? I'd like to think I was merely "preparing."

This trivial little news item flew under most people’s radar (pun intended):

US Report: NASA Can’t Track Deadly Asteroids

Now here’s the truly baffling part of the story: It’s not that NASA doesn’t have enough funding for their program because saving the Earth from annihilation isn’t a big enough priority to the U.S. Congress.

No, what’s really disturbing is that the original goal of the program was to track down 90% of all killer asteroids. Who’s in charge of this program? Purell? (“Kills 99.99% of all germs” reference. See earlier post).

Dear Folks at NASA,

This isn’t sugarless gum we’re talking about here. I’m sure Dentyne is thrilled to have 4 out of 5 dentists recommend their product. That achieves their modest goals quite nicely. But I personally think things need to be a little more absolute when dealing with killer asteroids.

I’m no mathematician, but I would think that anything short of preventing –oh, I don’t know — 100% of all killer asteroids IS GOING TO BE A MAJOR PROBLEM.

Matter of fact, I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say that the only thing more useless and depressing than an under-funded Killer Asteroid Finding Program is a fully-funded 90% Killer Asteroid Finding Program.

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Calling Michael Jackson “Wacko Jacko”

September 15, 2009

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Tipoff that someone is quirky: when he poses with a python to make himself seem more "grounded."

Tipoff that a guy is quirky: when he poses with a python to make himself seem more "grounded."

1982-2005: Loved the phrase “Wacko Jacko.” It was like a clever punctuation mark to another juicy story: “Wacko Jacko caught sleeping in an oxygen chamber.” “Wacko Jacko purchases the bones of Freddy Mercury… before he dies.” “Wacko Jacko buys all the Beatles songs and turns them into Michael Bay movies.”

But 2005-present day, post-child molestation charges, post-tragic death: “Wacko Jacko” not as much fun. Actually seems a little mean.

But the nickname itself is so catchy and lively, so enjoyable to say — it seems a shame to just throw out the baby with the bathwater. So I propose we deem another famous person “Wacko Jacko” and just run with it! Here are some potential candidates:

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PUGGLES

September 14, 2009

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Puggles:  The Twinkie of the dog world

Puggles: The Twinkie of the dog world

The cuteness must end.

Look, I know . They’re snuggly, they’re soft, they’re affectionate — they say hilarious things on greeting cards.

But these man-made hybrids of Pugs and Beagles are soulless, genetically-modified pseudo-animals and they must be stopped. I don’t like human tampering in my tomatoes and I don’t like it in my puppies.

Plus, I saw Terminator 2. I know how this scenario plays out. Fifty years from now Puggles will rise up and overthrow the human race. They will develop the ability to morph their paws into swords, impersonate law enforcement officers, and drive around the Southwestern United States on motorcycles stabbing us through the eye.

So why must we risk the future of humanity because grandma thinks Malteses are too yappy?

Oh, and don’t get the idea that I’m just picking on Puggles.  This applies to all new-fangled hybrid dog breeds: Spitz-chows, Poinsetters, Collapsos. And especially any breed that ends in “poo.”

Somewhere there’s a brilliant scientist who decided not to work on the AIDS vaccine so he could devote his time to figuring out how to meld a Yorkie with a Springer Spaniel (a “Sporkie”?).  Nice job, fellas. Way to work that PhD.

(For those keeping track: on the Historical Importance Invention Scale, Puggles fall somewhere between seedless watermelon and Funions.)

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SKYMALL CATALOG

September 14, 2009

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"I need this!"

“I need this!”

I’m not certain of much in this world. But I do know one thing: no one has ever bought an item from a SkyMall catalog at an altitude lower than 5,000 feet.

Because if you’re not trapped on a plane for eleven hours you’re probably more inclined to realize “Gee, I don’t really need a $70 toothbrush sanitizer. I can just… buy a new toothbrush?”

I have my very own SkyMall conspiracy theory: The tiny vents above airline seats that pump the cabin full of alleged “air”? That’s actually a mild form of nitrus oxide — its sole purpose to convince us we need to purchase SkyMall’s exclusive bakeware that can create 8 inch tall cupcakes.

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REALITY TELEVISION (the “parachute pants” of the 00′s?)

September 11, 2009

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Coming Next Fall:  "I'm a Test Pattern, Get Me Off of Here!"

Coming Next Fall: Are You Smarter Than a Test Pattern?

Yes, in 10 years we’ll all be embarrassed by what we watched.

But it’s too easy to complain about the glut of reality shows on television.  So I’m taking a more optimistic approach.  I’m grateful  they’re not worse. I mean, yes, Inseminate Me With Scott Baio’s Sperm (or whatever VH1 is calling that show)  is pretty bottom of the barrel,  but I can think of a few that would be even more pathetic:

  • The Amazing Racist
  • Last Anemic Standing
  • The Real Household Pests of New Jersey
  • America’s Next Top Ramen
  • I Survived a Japanese Sneak Attack
  • So You Think You Can Perform An Autopsy?
  • Top Whore
  • American Midol
  • America’s Got Talc
  • Flossing With the Stars
  • Extreme Turnovers (Apple Edition)
  • The Biggest Cougar
  • Phlegm Factor
  • Average Ho
  • Project Runaways
  • America’s Funniest Shark Attacks
  • Survivor: Holocaust

See?  Count your blessings.

Have I missed any?

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“BIRTHERS”

September 10, 2009

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"Et tu, baby?"

"Et tu, baby?"

Healthcare reform is so relevant and on-topic that I’d hate to see it overshadow something that’s a heck of a lot more fun: The “Birther” Conspiracy.

Frankly, being a conspiracy nut must be pretty rewarding. What better way to spend time than taking 20-30 years to gather data to prove that our so-called “moon landings” were secretly filmed in the desert in Scottsdale, Arizona?

But the “Birthers” have been a huge disappointment.  Their drab, uninspired conspiracy goes no further than this: “Obama’s Hawaiian birth certificate is fake therefore he is not legally our President.”

Come on, Birthers!  Let’s put a little zing into it! Ron Howard is never going to want to direct THE BIRTHER CODE movie unless you guys spice it up a bit.  Here are some suggestions:

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SPORTING A HITLER MUSTACHE IN 2009

September 8, 2009

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Hitler

As if I didn't hate you enough!

I admit, this is a minor point in the grand tragedy of the Holocaust, but let’s face it — Hitler ruined a perfectly good facial hair option. The Hitler mustache is clean, it’s fun, it’s easy to maintain.

But try walking down 6th Avenue in Manhattan sporting a Hitler mustache.  I would say it’s fair to assume you’re going to get some sour looks.  You might even get bitch-slapped.  And who could blame Rabbi Horowitz?

Sure, I could start a reputation-restoring campaign for the Hitler mustache:  something like “Blame the man, not the mustache.”  Maybe we could start calling it “The Charlie Chaplin.”  But let’s face it, people are going to take it the wrong way. They’ll assume I’m some sort of closet self-loathing Jew.   Or just a plain ol’ troublemaker.  It hardly seems worth the trouble.

And yet, if you take the Hitler mustache totally out of context, I’d go on record as saying it’s far less offensive to the eye than whatever this thing is on P Diddy’s face:

P Diddy bad beard

Again, out of context, mind you… If you didn’t know who Hitler was and you didn’t know who P Diddy was, and you saw a picture of both men and were told that one of them was responsible for the near-genocide of an entire race of people… well, er, P Diddy, no offense,  I’m just sayin’…

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PURELL

September 8, 2009

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We all love the stuff, don’t we?  Purell makes the world a cleaner place.  Well, “clean-esque.” Let’s be honest, when you rub Purell all over your dirty, soiled hands, they’re still dirty.  The dirt doesn’t magically go away.   But at least now it’s HEALTHY DIRT!

And here’s the thing:

I don’t trust any liquid that squirts out of a bottle and then ten seconds later it’s GONE.

Where does it go? And don’t give me that B.S. about it being alcohol and alcohol evaporates. I’ve never ordered a tall, sudsy, delicious Bud Lime only to have it vanish before my lips even touch the glass. This creepy “non-existence” factor is the same reason I don’t trust: Read the rest of this entry »


SLIDERS

September 8, 2009
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A Little snack to tide you over before dinner?

A true coronary delight

Here’s a fun new way to die: Take a food item that is possibly the greasiest, unhealthiest entree ever developed by the human species,  shrink it an inch or two, and multiply by six.  Then head down to one of your favorite chain restaurants, like Cheesecake Factory or Applebees, and PRETEND IT’S AN APPETIZER.

But why stop there? After the “Six Slider Starter,” chase it down with 20 ozs of Budweiser Lime, and proceed straight to your entree: a hamburger (which is sorta like ordering the rosemary chicken and asking the waiter to bring a half dozen baby ducks to snack on while you wait.)

And you’ve gotta love the nickname “sliders.”  I take it that means we’re not even supposed to chew them.  Just open wide and let ‘em slide!  (Hold a moment, please.  I should probably go copyright that.)

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