Now that Awkward Hawk has made the landmark first post, I now feel able to throw in my two cents and pocket lint.
First off, a hearty welcome to those who are reading this who are neither a hawk nor a quail (it's okay to be awkward or flailing, though). We do hope you are not traumatized by the content (which should contain nothing too worthy of traumatization), and that this blog will somehow grow on you, akin to how a foot fungus might.
Secondly, an informal introduction to yours truly:
Flailing quail manages website stuff (whatever small bits there are to manage...) and never knows what to write about in a post. Quail enjoys a healthy helping of randomosity, but often gets way too much ennui on the side.
Quail met Hawk 2.5 years ago (was it really? It feels like yesterday and forever all at once), and it just got stranger from there. Now the world has been forever changed in imperceptible ways. THIS MUST BE THE WORK OF FATE. Oh yes indeed!
Oh look! This post ended up having no substance at all! How marvelously (un)expected.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
The decadence of teenage entertainment.
It's fascinating how much humor teens find in perversion.
Actually, the fact that perversion is entertaining isn't so unique. Anyone who watches Whose Line (I am proud to say that I recently became re-addicted and streamed two seasons of it within two weeks. Quite a feat when I was also supposed to be keeping up with schoolwork and all the extracurricular shebang that'll hopefully get me into an Ivy League. But I digress.) knows that sexual jokes are an an integral part of American life. It's not just this generation -- you've got balding, 50+ year old guys dropping dirty jokes and actually getting laughs from the working-class, middle-aged audience.
Thus, if you have successfully been baptized in the cauldron of Americana, you are a pervert.
So if perversion is so normal, then why is The Hawk writing about it? Well I've noticed recently that not only is innuendo a great source of humor, it has become our sole source of humor. When you hit your teenage years, all the one-liners have become old. "Why don't you look in a mirror?," "You wish," "Your mother," etc. Previously brilliant; now hackneyed.
We allude to sex and genitalia at every opportunity. The other day I was holding a banana and decided that I'd like to relieve myself. Now, one does not take fruit (or anything edible, for that matter) into the bathroom with them unless one wishes to look like an utter fool. And of course, what are friends for, if not to hold your banana for you while you take a piss?
...You just laughed, didn't you?
Along that vein, it would be useless to recount the rest of that story, as I am convinced that readers of this blog must be at least of average intelligence and minimal creativity (You can come up with the ending yourself, in other words).
Actually, the fact that perversion is entertaining isn't so unique. Anyone who watches Whose Line (I am proud to say that I recently became re-addicted and streamed two seasons of it within two weeks. Quite a feat when I was also supposed to be keeping up with schoolwork and all the extracurricular shebang that'll hopefully get me into an Ivy League. But I digress.) knows that sexual jokes are an an integral part of American life. It's not just this generation -- you've got balding, 50+ year old guys dropping dirty jokes and actually getting laughs from the working-class, middle-aged audience.
Thus, if you have successfully been baptized in the cauldron of Americana, you are a pervert.
So if perversion is so normal, then why is The Hawk writing about it? Well I've noticed recently that not only is innuendo a great source of humor, it has become our sole source of humor. When you hit your teenage years, all the one-liners have become old. "Why don't you look in a mirror?," "You wish," "Your mother," etc. Previously brilliant; now hackneyed.
We allude to sex and genitalia at every opportunity. The other day I was holding a banana and decided that I'd like to relieve myself. Now, one does not take fruit (or anything edible, for that matter) into the bathroom with them unless one wishes to look like an utter fool. And of course, what are friends for, if not to hold your banana for you while you take a piss?
...You just laughed, didn't you?
Along that vein, it would be useless to recount the rest of that story, as I am convinced that readers of this blog must be at least of average intelligence and minimal creativity (You can come up with the ending yourself, in other words).
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Come one, come all, to the greatest show on Earth!
Madness, bloodshed, flying feathers;
We blog through famine, plague, and fair weather.
Our inane observations range wide and far;
The awesome, hackneyed, and incredibly bizarre.
The words that pour forth from each rambling beak,
Are risky at best and not for the weak.
With purpose in our hearts and our pens so fiery,
We bring to you this ornery eyrie.
We blog through famine, plague, and fair weather.
Our inane observations range wide and far;
The awesome, hackneyed, and incredibly bizarre.
The words that pour forth from each rambling beak,
Are risky at best and not for the weak.
With purpose in our hearts and our pens so fiery,
We bring to you this ornery eyrie.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)