You Wanna Meet the Real Me Now?

Tomorrow begins a new era on this mighty blog.

Lemme ‘splain.

"You wanna meet the real me now?"

"You wanna meet the real me now?"

When I haven’t neglected my blog I’ve posted with one hand tied behind my back. For some reason I had in my mind I should tone it down for the sake of respectability. Like a good writer should worry about being reputable.

I have no idea what I was thinking. By offering watered-down, gelded and respectable posts here, I wasn’t doing you any favors. Or me.Not-a-single-fuck-was-given-that-day And I’m at an age where I really don’t give a crap about people who don’t want to take me as I am, or who need the world made Nerf.

So, starting tomorrow this blog gets its man back on. You get to meet the real me, uncensored and not giving a shit. I don’t care if I offend you, entertain you or make you cry. It’s my name on this shack. You don’t like it, go be a crybaby someplace else.

It’s going to rude, immature, mean and frankly funny as hell. If you like rude, immature and mean humor. Come on back or stay the hell of my lawn, kids.

Superman Classic: Fan Love

This is great. Guy did old school animation set to the music from the 1940s Kirk Allyn-era Superman serials, and got John Newton (1980s TV Superboy) to do the voice work.

It’s a minute of action followed by a minute plus of cool background stuff.

The Milgram Experiment: You Will Probably Do As Told

milgramI remember learning about this in college. It had a profound impact on me, because I realized then that, at the time, I probably would have been one of the vast majority. Awareness of the experiment and its implications — along with some sobering, honest self-awareness — profoundly changed how I viewed the world.

Here’s the rundown of the Milgram Experiment.

The subject was given the title teacher, and the confederate, learner. The participants drew slips of paper to ‘determine’ their roles. Unknown to them, both slips said “teacher”, and the actor claimed to have the slip that read “learner”, thus guaranteeing that the participant would always be the “teacher”. At this point, the “teacher” and “learner” were separated into different rooms where they could communicate but not see each other. In one version of the experiment, the confederate was sure to mention to the participant that he had a heart condition.

The “teacher” was given an electric shock from the electro-shock generator as a sample of the shock that the “learner” would supposedly receive during the experiment. The “teacher” was then given a list of word pairs which he was to teach the learner. The teacher began by reading the list of word pairs to the learner. The teacher would then read the first word of each pair and read four possible answers. The learner would press a button to indicate his response. If the answer was incorrect, the teacher would administer a shock to the learner, with the voltage increasing in 15-volt increments for each wrong answer. If correct, the teacher would read the next word pair.

The subjects believed that for each wrong answer, the learner was receiving actual shocks. In reality, there were no shocks. After the confederate was separated from the subject, the confederate set up a tape recorder integrated with the electro-shock generator, which played pre-recorded sounds for each shock level. After a number of voltage level increases, the actor started to bang on the wall that separated him from the subject. After several times banging on the wall and complaining about his heart condition, all responses by the learner would cease.

At this point, many people indicated their desire to stop the experiment and check on the learner. Some test subjects paused at 135 volts and began to question the purpose of the experiment. Most continued after being assured that they would not be held responsible. A few subjects began to laugh nervously or exhibit other signs of extreme stress once they heard the screams of pain coming from the learner.

If at any time the subject indicated his desire to halt the experiment, he was given a succession of verbal prods by the experimenter, in this order:

1. Please continue.
2. The experiment requires that you continue.
3. It is absolutely essential that you continue.
4. You have no other choice, you must go on.

If the subject still wished to stop after all four successive verbal prods, the experiment was halted. Otherwise, it was halted after the subject had given the maximum 450-volt shock three times in succession.

Most expected that fewer than 3 percent of the those in the test would inflict the maximum voltage.

But fully 65 percent, or 26 of 40, administered the experiment’s final massive 450-volt shock. Only one guy refused to go above 300. Subsequent tests maintain this same percentage — nearly two in three obey the authority figure to the bitter end.

In the version I saw, one student refused to take part at all.

I can never know what I would have done in this experiment now that I’m aware of it. It’s ruined for you now, too.

But that doesn’t mean you can’t learn from it.

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Separated at Birth?


Fat Boy Avoids Ridicule By Wearing T-Shirt While Swimming

Thank you, The Onion.

Dallas Craigslist Find o’ the Day

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Random Thoughts Too Long or Meh for Twitter

  • For all its faults, the American judicial system does hold the state accountable in most every area. (Except taxation, which is a topic for another day.) I got a ticket for an expired registration, but the cop accidentally wrote “expired inspection.” I was trying to just pay my fee at the clerk’s window when she pointed this out, noting that the officer can’t change it now and if I can bring in proof my inspection is current — and it is — it would be dismissed.
  • I’ve been watching myself on video for a new long-term project I’m working on — yeah, on-camera talent, that’s me — and I notice that as I get older, the more I look like one of those people who come out and really shock the judges on “Britain’s Got Talent” because I can sing well. Only I can’t sing well.
  • Also, I’m “straight skinny” but “gay/on-camera fat.” Lovely. No more carbs.
  • People who get arrested for shoplifting at Wal*Mart aren’t really setting their sights that high. Also, they look exactly like you expect.
  • Black socks make my feet smell funny in a way that white socks don’t. I’m sure someone can make something racist of this observation.
  • Even though the British people have become gelded dependents in every other part of life, BBC still puts out some of the most politically incorrect stuff you’d never get on American TV.