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Tip of the Day #8002

by Lincoln Sedlacek

“Bitch, please,” is not considered an appropriate rebuttal to the State of the Union Address.

Signs That Spring Is Here

by Lincoln Sedlacek

  • Punxsutawney Phil finally willing to show his face again
  • First robins seen performing big Spring opening number on Broadway
  • Sun finally visible wearing large pair of sunglasses
  • Heated debates between parents and preteens about whether shorts are currently appropriate outdoor wear
  • Boston down to 10 feet of snow

Tip of the Day #7265

by Lincoln Sedlacek

The secret to properly folding a fitted sheet is storing it under a regular bed sheet when you’re done.

Final Exam for the Class “Listening to Music”

by Lincoln Sedlacek

Please answer each question in essay form in the space provided.

  1. All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
    This is a multi-faceted question. Is it asking where people themselves come from, simultaneously insinuating that all people are lonely? Or is it asking how it is that people arrive at loneliness? I tend to read the latter interpretation, in which case I would say that lonely people come from their mistakes, like taking a course that you think will be your “easy” class for the semester but instead requires weekly, harshly-graded bullshit interpretations of music from the past half-century.
  2. Who let the dogs out?
    Commonly regarded as your typical “nonsense lyric” today, this lyric was actually regarded as a cutting commentary on the state of American politics when it first appeared in the famous Baha Men song in 2000. As the presidential debates between George W. Bush and Al Gore moved further away from the issues and more toward underhanded personal attacks, one could only help but wonder: Who started it? Was it one of the candidates? Was it one of the parties backing them? Was it the media? Who, metaphorically speaking, “let the dogs out”?
  3. How many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man?
    Since the early 80’s, this question has been read as a question of experience: How many experiences must someone have had before you can claim that they are able to make sensible, adult decisions? However, during the Vietnam War, this lyric was intended to be read as, “How many roads must a man be willing to walk down…” It’s not what someone has done that determines whether they are an adult. It’s what they’re willing to do, like buying drinks for their middle-aged music professor in order to shmooze them into giving the A- they expected, which is required for their GPA to be good enough to get into UC Berkeley School of Medicine.
  4. Fellas! Has your girlfriend got the butt?
    Hell yeah!
    Ha ha, just kidding. Intended to invoke the conflict between someone’s desire to have an attractive significant other and their desire to be the more attractive one in a relationship, this line is, without a doubt, one of Sir Mixalot’s most philosophical. Yes, one wishes to be able to say that their girlfriend (or boyfriend) “has the butt” – but at the same time, they would like to be able to say they have the butt, too. This struggle is a universal for anyone who has ever been in an exclusive, romantic, sexual relationship. However, I can say that while my girlfriend does indeed “have the butt,” I’m a man with quite an ass myself. It’s perfectly proportioned, really tight, and pretty much willing to do anything in order to pass this exam.
  5. What is love?
    Love is an emotion my father ceased feeling for me when I told him I was effectively paying $6250 in tuition to take this class. It’s an emotion my TA obviously wasn’t feeling when he graded my midterm. But maybe, just maybe, love is an emotion that can be felt if I score at least a 92.25 on this test – by med schools, for me; by my father, also for me; and by me, for you, in the motel bedroom of your choosing while Barry White plays in the background.
  6. Do you wanna touch me there?
    You’re opening up this extra credit option to the entire class? There goes the curve; guess I’ll start on that application to CityTeach.

Tip of the Day #3981

by Lincoln Sedlacek

For a classic April Fool’s prank, tell your coworker that you poisoned his lunch with cyanide. Once he gets off the phone with poison control, reveal that you really put in arsenic and check out the look on his face!

Things My Mother Would Say When I Returned Home From Down by the Bay, Starting Shortly After the Opening of That Secret Government Laboratory

by Lincoln Sedlacek

  • Did you ever see a lemur treated for a broken femur?
  • Do you ever drink the water? Swear it tastes like dextrylottar.
  • Did you ever see a salamander praying for a ship commander?
  • Did you already sign this waiver? Says we have to if we live here.
  • Do you also hear those shrieks? I’ve been hearing them for weeks.
  • Did you ever see a divorced bee arguing for custody?
  • Did you ever see the feds burying the Johnson’s heads?
  • We’re moving.

Tip of the Day #4038

by Lincoln Sedlacek

If you are hyperventilating, you can reestablish a more normal respiration rate by breathing into a chloroform-soaked cloth.

Mnemonics I Use to Remember My Co-Workers’ Names

by Lincoln Sedlacek

That time I went to James Bond’s house for a 007 marathon, he talked for a whole half hour about the importance of diversifying my investment portfolio to include municipal bonds. He ended up guilting me into it by telling me I needed to think about my family, so I now think of them as “shame bonds,” which sounds a lot like James Bond.

Parker Carson used to work as a valet, and she’s continually telling stories about how she had to choose between putting SUVs in the “park or Carson” Center parking lots.

When I went to KFC with Ted Sanders and he told me about his time as a colonel in the Army Reserves, he wouldn’t stop running his hands along the sides of the table, like they were wood sanders.

John Clogger always gets the toilet stopped up, which inevitably results in Jon the janitor guilting us all into going to his next clogging recital.

When Luke, who insists on being referred to as “Dr. Baker,” brings in cookies, I can tell that he uses fake chocolate chips, which reminds me of how people mishear Taylor Swift’s lyric “Fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fake,” as “Bakers gonna bake, bake, bake, bake.” Someone who only misheard it a little bit would hear, “Bakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fake.’

Earl Goodman is always honest and frank with his criticisms, without ever being mean-spirited. He’s as good a man as John Goodman, who is so great he should be knighted by the Queen of England, which would kind of make him “Earl Goodman.”

Last time we went out for drinks after work, Jim Beam drank so much whiskey that we told him we wouldn’t let him drive home and made him give us his keys. He told us he was fine and after some arguing back and forth he said he’d prove it: he made us all go to his gym across the street and watch him walk the balance beam. Unfortunately we were right, and, long story short, he’s in a coma.

-Jordy Greenblatt, Lincoln Sedlacek

Tip of the Day #534

by Lincoln Sedlacek

If, in the middle of a presentation, someone asks you a question that you don’t know the answer to, try singing “Gary, Indiana” while slowly backing out of the room.

Things I’ve Said While Writing for This Blog

by Lincoln Sedlacek

“Guys, which Teletubby is better-known: Laa-Laa or Po?”

“I’ll do some Googling. See what current political players I can shoehorn into a satire piece with minimal research.”

“What about a piece called ‘The Banana Bunch’? It’d be like The Brady Bunch, except they’d all be bananas.”

“We’ve got to take advantage of this! Who knows when Justin Beiber will say something this stupid again!”

“I want to make a difference with this next piece. You know, say something meaningful. How soon can you photoshop Kim Jong-Un’s head onto a flying squirrel?”

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