Is shaving a rabbit hare-razing?Q: What's a rabbit's favorite work of literature?
Do bunnies get hopped-up on weed?
If a rabbit's foot charm is so lucky, what happened to its former owner?
A: Warren Peace
Q: What's a rabbit's favorite 70's cop show?
A: Starsky and Hutch
Q: What do you call a rabbit's many mates?
A: A harem
Everyone will buy my book.
From the avalanche of feedback I've had and the thousands of surveys my team has conducted, it is clear that The People demand a more readable format for the truly critical "When I am King..." treatises. Especially for reading when, er, resting in a restroom.
Or perhaps I just needed to see if I could publish a book slightly less geeky than my last one.
In any case, I've just published a collection of "When I am King" articles with the catchy title When I am King.... The book is everything that you've enjoyed in those blog postings and slightly more. Additional features unique in this book include:
- A stunning new cartoon, commissioned expressly for the cover of this book by a guest artist (me)
- New cartoon icon images for every single article, by another guest artist (me)
- Clever and helpful categorizations of the articles, which are coincidentally synchronized to work hand-in-hand with the Table of Contents
- A new Foreword, written expressly for this edition by a guest author (me)
- A new Backword section (possibly the first such section for any book ever, proudly setting a backwards precedent), also written expressly for this edition, also by a guest author (also me)
- Professional, or at least time-consuming, editing, resulting in numerous spelling correxshuns and grammaratical improvements
- Sophisticated 'type setting' for every article, through the use of a 'word processing program'
Additionally, there is this one-time offer: I agree to sign your book if you happen to run into me (and I survive the crash).
Note that the shipping costs hurt a bit if you're ordering just one copy, but that the per-copy shipping is less for larger orders. So order hundreds of copies to save big.
Meanwhile, I'll be busy working on the movie deal.
Is it default of banks? Or of de administration?
Should we let the banks fail all a-loan?
Is nothing certain but debt and taxes?
Have the banks proven that if you lien too much, you'll fall right over?
I figured it was also time for a little minin' humor, dig?
Q: What’s the difference between a huge gold vein and Britney Spears?
A: One is the mother lode, the other is one loaded mother.
Q: What did the gold digger say to his new bride?
A: What’s mine is yours.
Q: What did the man’s wife say when he left home for the California Gold Rush?
A: “Come back rich, ore else!”
Did you hear about the 49’er that was unable to find any gold?
He searched in vein.
Q: What’s the difference between getting a gold mine and a fancy dinner?
A: One’s a staked claim, the other is acclaimed steak.
Q: Why did the 49’er climb to the top of the mountain?
A: He heard that every cloud has a silver lining.
Did you hear about the 49’er that fell down the shaft?
He only suffered miner injuries.
Some 49’ers were good at mining, but most people couldn’t dig it.
Q: What’s a 49’ers favorite song?
A: Anything in a miner key.
KFC Shoring Up Security for Secret Recipe
Does the company suspect fowl play?
Facebook for Spies
Same kind of site, but different kind of character assassination?
Lance Armstrong Coming Out of Retirement
Apparently, Lance intended to re-tire, not retire.
Every time I talked to someone about the appointment (my doctor, the appointment nurse, the technician, the technician's assistant, the janitor in the hospital) they all asked the same thing: do you suffer from Claustrophobia? Of course I said no: Santa wouldn't hurt me.
Finally, I was stretched out on the table, heading into the machine and I understood; it's the smallest, tightest little room on the planet, and you feel like you're going into King Tut's eternal apartment. And the folks running the machine don't help that feeling. They could have a big door into the machine so that at least you might feel like you could open that door back up. But no: they slide you into the tube head-first, leaving only the feet sticking out. Now I don't know about you, but if something went wrong and I had to get myself out of a situation, my feet are the last things I'd trust to help me out. Beyond stubbing a toe, there's not much that they can do for me.
So there I am, shoved into this Chet-sized tampon applicator, trying to calm my nerves and convince myself that the tech isn't about to tickle my feet with a hypodermic full of cyanide, when the sounds start.
At first, it's just some clicking. Like a big metal dolphin. Or like they're trying to start the machine and the engine's not turning over. Then things start for real: all of a sudden, there's a huge, constant buzzing noise ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ that the foam earplugs they gave me are doing nothing to stop. Meanwhile, I keep remembering the tech's advice: "stay still - don't move your neck." Easy for her to say: she's not stuffed into a coffin with the War of the Worlds playing around her.
After a couple of minutes of this, the tech's voice kicks in and tells me there's another test coming for 3 minutes. Then the clicking sounds. Then more loud buzzing, but different, like BZZ-BZZ-BZZ-BZZ-BZZ.... After that, another test for four minutes, again with the clicking, and again with yet another buzzing sound, loud enough to rip my head off if I hadn't been told to keep it still.
There were 3 more tests for a total of about 13 minutes, each one with its own unique buzzing sound and pattern. I felt like I was inside an 80's arcade game, when buzzing was about all that the games could do. The last one sounded like a video game sound track composed by Phillip Glass, if he'd only had two notes to work with and a sadistic agenda.
Finally, the tests were over and they let me out. They pulled me out of the machine slowly, just because they thought it'd be more fun for me to be in there for as long as possible.
I understand now what "MRI" means. Some people mistakenly think that it stands for "Magnetic Resonance Imaging," but I know better. It's actually an abbreviation for what you're thinking by the time you leave that womb of torture: "Am Are I?"
At the end of each show, the panel is asked to come up with suggestions for what might happen in some relevant current affairs topic. This week's topic was, "What's the next big news bombshell to be dropped about either Vice-Presidential candidate."
I haven't yet been asked to be on the show, no matter how often I check email looking for their request, so I didn't have the chance to answer in person. But here's how I wanted to answer from my perch atop the elliptical running machine:
Sarah Palin will be joined next week by John McCain's selections for his Cabinet: boys and girls from a local preschool. This stunning move will serve several purposes and further the chances of a winning Republican ticket:
- They'll appeal to the common man because, heck, we were all kids once. And they're so darned cute! Why not give them a chance?
- The children will distract attention from the subject of Palin's experience. (You could say that the cabinet's experience will pale in experience to hers.)
- They will bring the average age of the administration down to reasonable number.
- With several infants in the group, this Cabinet will bring a real sense of 'Change' to the ticket.
And festering sewers,
Fishing's a sport
With many allures.
Though obviously not
Working out at the gym
The fish are all strong.
Their belief: "sinker swim."
It was the kid's first trip
He was totally new.
When the first fish bit,
He was hooked (the fish, too).
A couple more fish
Were caught on a spinner
But three trout was not quite
Enough for a dinner.
We stayed out till dusk
Dropping lines out for more
And finally came in with
Net profit of four.
He threw up his hands in disgust.
Are chicken fingers cooked by hand?
Are frog' legs sold by the foot?
Does binge drinking de-liver?
While they had peoples' focus
And cameras' attention
Both parties made choices
By vote and convention.
The followers all
Were geared up for the fight;
The potential for change
Is the power of 'might.'
The speeches were long
And went into the night
Boring the crowds
From the left to the right.
And then it was done
For the file and rank.
The leaders hit the road
To walk the party plank.
They trail is tiring
and causes much strain.
That's why politics
Is called a cam-pain.