Monty Python - Philosophers World Cup
Rated • 13 reviews • humor, video • youtube.com

Rated 07:55pm • 2 reviews • humor, video • dailymotion.com
Rated Nov 03 • 8 reviews • counterculture, humor, video, society • boingboing.net
There's a funny spoof video up on Boing Boing framed as a PSA of sorts in support of douchebag solidarity. It features a handful of self-pegged douchebags, one pumping iron at the gym, another riffing for the amusement of drink-dangling babes at a bar, all waxing on about the persecution of the douches: "For too long you've told us to shut the fuck up ... that people who are different from me matter." But because I evidently cannot take a joke (and this may in fact make me a douchebag according to the video
's standards) my first thought was: This is a grossly incorrect use of the word 'douchebag.'
Some of the guys in the video, the weight lifter, the greasy skater kid at the bar, the gangsta-style, oversized-jersey-wearing dude in the garage, they're just simply not douchebags. They may be dumbshits or pricks, but I've always been under the impression that a douchebag is a very specific sub-segment of the asshole population (I am so tempted to draw you a Venn diagram here), and that the douchebag label necessitates a middle-class or higher wealth level, a gross adherence to fratty mainstream tastes (think popped collars and bars in midtown Manhattan), and a rather pretentious pride in that specific way of life. In a word: Dane Cook. He looks like the homecoming king and has the comedic sensibility of the bro-iest bro (A Dane Cook joke: We should just have an orgy right here, right now. Let's just fucking turn off the lights and everybody just feeeeeeel around. Let's just turn off the lights and play a game called Who's In My Mouth) He is the human embodiment of the douchebag concept. An overeager skater kid is not.
I ran into this same problem back in August when GQ named Brown University their douchiest school. Now Brown is a lot of things (Disclosure: It's my alma mater), but the one thing it's not is douchey. It's trust-fund hippie-ish and masturbatorily idealist, but there is not one popped collar, managerial-aspiring, Dane-Cook-loving student to be found.
This is all just to say: Let us keep our insults semantically pure please!
Rated Oct 04 • 1 review • acting, humor • nytimes.com

ASTONISHINGLY, "Monty Python's Flying Circus," the groundbreaking BBC comedy series, is 40 years old this year, almost as ancient as the Beatles. As Terry Jones, one of the six-member troupe who created and acted in the show, said recently: "Time just seems to get quicker. You look in the mirror in the morning and you think, `I'm already shaving again!' "
Rated Sep 27 • 5 reviews • humor • theonion.com
Rated Sep 27 • 1 review • cats, dogs, pets, humor • theonion.com

Meredith's fused intestines and chronic wandering lung syndrome (WLS) now confine her to a small cabinet in her owner's living room......ah...but not before Meredith chewed off Jill's yin-yang for constructing this abomination of an outfit...
Ballade Des Dames De Temps Jadis (Ballad Of The Ladies Of Yore)
Dictes moy ou, n'en quel pays,
Est Flora la belle Rommaine,
Archipiades ne Thaïs,
Qui fut sa cousine germaine,
Echo parlant quant bruyt on maine
Dessus riviere ou sus estan,
Qui beaulté ot trop plus q'humaine.
Mais ou sont les neiges d'antan?
Ou est la tres sage Helloïs,
Pour qui chastré fut et puis moyne
Pierre Esbaillart a Saint Denis?
Pour son amour ot ceste essoyne.
Semblablement, ou est la royne
Qui commanda que Buridan
Fust geté en ung sac en Saine?
Mais ou sont les neiges d'antan?
La royne Blanche comme lis
Qui chantoit a voix de seraine,
Berte au grand pié, Beatris, Alis,
Haremburgis qui tint le Maine,
Et Jehanne la bonne Lorraine
Qu'Englois brulerent a Rouan;
Ou sont ilz, ou, Vierge souvraine?
Mais ou sont les neiges d'antan?
Prince, n'enquerez de sepmaine
Ou elles sont, ne de cest an,
Qu'a ce reffrain ne vous remaine:
Mais ou sont les neiges d'antan?
Ballad Of The Ladies Of Yore
Tell me where, in what country,
Is Flora the beautiful Roman,
Archipiada or Thais
Who was first cousin to her once,
Echo who speaks when there's a sound
On a pond or a river
Whose beauty was more than human?
But where are the snows of yesteryear?
Where is the leamed Heloise
For whom they castrated Pierre Abelard
And made him a monk at Saint-Denis,
For his love he took this pain,
Likewise where is the queen
Who commanded that Buridan
Be thrown in a sack into the Seine?
But where are the snows of yesteryear?
The queen white as a lily
Who sang with a siren's voice,
Big-footed Bertha, Beatrice, Alice,
Haremburgis who held Maine
And Jeanne the good maid of Lorraine
Whom the English bumt at Rouen, where,
Where are they, sovereign Virgin?
But where are the snows of yesteryear?
Prince, don't ask me in a week
or in a year what place they are;
I can only give you this refrain:
Where are the snows of yesteryear?
François Villon
Rated Sep 22 • 0 reviews • cartoons, humor, politics • washingtonpost.com
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