From its now unrecognizable Main Street to the mid-century Americana-themed Frontierland, Disneyland is dedicated to preserving America as it once was: simple, clean and full of boutique-style gift shops that haven’t been driven out of business by online sales and Wal-Mart. So, it’s only fitting that Disneyland would also bring back authentic, small town diseases like the measles.
Let this be a lesson to parents who believe that there are options to vaccination: yes, drinking the water in It’s a Small World, but only for diphtheria and cholera.
Not content to let the North Koreans destroy them, Sony has taken that responsibility on themselves. They unveiled yet another attempt to bring back the Walkman, this time with a $1200 price tag and the promise to somehow play your crappy, compressed MP3s better than any other device.
Poor Pat Sajak. Well, not poor Pat Sajak. A 30-year steady paycheck on television is nothing to moan about. But still, it’s gotta suck hosting the sort of contestants who qualify for a multiple-choice spelling bee for adults.
Contestants on Monday’s Best Friends Week episode nearly broke Sajak, who still managed to keep it together with joke-rage. (You know, where you pretend to jokingly yell what you’re actually screaming in your head because it’s more polite than physical violence?)
Maybe Sajak gets to move up to Jeopardy when Alex Trebek retires.
For all their bluster about climbing the world’s tallest mountains, running in its longest races and hunting its most ferocious animals, the Adventurers Club of Los Angeles still can’t handle the mere idea of sitting in the same room with a girl every meeting.
The 93-year-old organization, which selects members based on the premise of “leaving the beaten path,” voted Thursday night to continue not allowing women to join their club. That would just be leaving the beaten path a little too far. [Warning: Their Web site has also not left the beaten path since 2000.]
We would be remiss to not mention that the He-Man No Girls Allowed Club does occasionally allow women who have sufficiently adventured enough to speak before them. We’re just not sure if they have to wear a false beard and lower their voices while presenting.
So, congratulations, you manly heroes, you. Maybe next year, you can vote on whether two guys accidentally touching knees under a table means they’re both super-homo-gay.
When facing solid, nearly incontrovertible proof of driving while intoxicated, your options are limited. Basically, you can either hang it up and consider yourself a pedestrian for the near future. Or, like Kenneth Desormes, you can look at the sh*t sandwich you ordered from life and try to take a great big bite out of it.
We salute Mr. Desormes’ man-of-action decision-making, even though there was no chance in the world it would work. It’s not like printing a file automatically deletes it from the police computer system.
Look, The Guys understand that the entire Internet is in an unannounced “Greatest Selfie of All Time” contest, which started right around the rise of Instagram. And we know that the Chinese word for “danger” is also the same word for “picturesque.” (Chinese is really easy because you only have to learn 50 percent of the vocabulary to use 100 percent of it.)
But, please, for the love of Matthew Brady, please stop taking selfies with bears.
U.S. Forest Service officials at Lake Tahoe have had it with people risking literally life and limb to take the selfie that will finally win the Internet: with a live bear. Rangers have seen people “[run] across the highway to get a closer look at the animals, and even [charge] off trails, through the forest and even over the creek to get closer to the hungry bears” [emphasis added].
People, let us remind you that we are at War with Animals. While it is commendable to document the enemies’ positions (along with a sweet #waronanimals hashtag) there is a safer way to get the picture you need. Rather than shoot with a cameraphone, shoot with a gun. We call it an ammosafari, which is like a photosafari only — instead of taking pictures — you take lives with a gun that you also took.
Russian civilians are not taking U.S.-led sanctions against their economy sitting down. The U.S.-lead sanctions in response to Russian military actions in Ukraine put the recently-opened New York Pizzeria in the far eastern region of Amur in the spotlight.
Such a name conjures up images of U.S. symbols like the Statue of Liberty at a time when the U.S. is pressuring Russia with economic sanctions, the letter says, before asking if there are no Russian names for a pizzeria.
The pizzeria ended up changing their name themselves to Amur Pizza because people are dumb and Russia has about as much to do with pizza as Italy.
As no stranger to the ongoing debate over the Washington Redskins’ team name and a fan of the team, this year has proved to be one of the most interesting ones. Hey, I need something to keep me interested in a season that is still three wins away from besting last season … in Week 5.
Aaaaaaand … that’s where you lost me. Don’t get me wrong: I’m not opposed to changing the team name, especially since most of the arguments for keeping it are utterly moronic when changing it is so much simpler. But changing already obtuse FCC rules to get around what should be an easy decision of conscience or at least of business? That’s a recipe for disaster, and here’s why … Continue reading →
One of the biggest problems with maintaining an online presence is making sure everyone knows you’re a good person. It’s why we only post flattering pictures and have to apologize immediately on the nearest late night couch when we fumble a joke.
You could wait to see if the waiter posts it up on his blog/Facebook/shrine to nice people in their bedroom closet. Or, you can follow Makenzie Schultz’s example and post it yourself, the very same day, receipt and all.
And presto: you’re now recognized by your peers as a terrific human being and role model. Or put on ignore. Same difference — heroes aren’t always recognized in their own lifetimes or social media feeds.