Laughing Through Tragedy

This morning I was searching through the day’s news stories and came across this miraculous story of survival. I’ve condensed and commented on the story below:

Chinese miners ate coal while trapped
August 28, 2007 – AP

BEIJING –Two brothers who tunneled out of a collapsed mine were forced to eat coal and drink urine during the nearly six-day ordeal, but still were able to crack jokes about their wives remarrying once they were dead, a state-run newspaper reported Tuesday.

– Ok, I admit, I’m interested. Call me heartless, but if the opening paragraph had been “two coal miners in China survive a collapsed mine” I would have clicked the back button on my browser to see if there were any more articles written about the Red Sox. But coal eating, urine drinking, joking about their wives? Now that’s an article I’ve got to read. –

Meng Xianchen and Meng Xianyou surfaced on Friday after more than 130 hours trapped in an illegal mine in Beijing’s Fangshan district.

– 130 hours?!? That’s like…18 days?! –

Rescuers had called off efforts to save the Mengs after more than a day, and grieving relatives had already burned ceremonial “ghost money” for the men’s souls to use in the afterlife.

– There really has to be a better practice for mourning your lost ones then to just light a bunch of cash on fire. I mean, aren’t you just rubbing salt in your wounds. If they’re really dead then you’re not only alone, but you’re poor. If they’re not really dead then you basically burned a bunch of money to kill time. How about they just throw rotten vegetables against a wall instead? If they’re looking to give their lost loved ones something useful to use in the afterlife, how about a pillow. I’ve never known a pillow to be a burden. –

The men were optimistic until the sound of digging outside stopped. Then they “totally had a breakdown. I told my brother, your wife is going to have to marry someone else,” Meng Xianyou told Beijing News.

– Bad news – your wife will have to marry someone else because you’re as good as dead. The good news – she won’t be able to use any of the money you’ve earned because she’s probably burned it. –

“I said right, I had been thinking about buying an apartment in town for my wife and it was going to be someone else’s,” Meng Xianchen added.“I laughed too, I said my wife could find a rich man in Shenyang. But then I thought, I have two children and my wife is ugly, so it’d be hard for her to remarry,” his brother joked.

– Umm…do these people know they’re not dead and that their wives WILL read this? I mean, do what you’ve got to do to survive in the mine, but I think wives are more willing to forgive cannibalism than being called ugly. –

“At first we didn’t feel hungry, but later on we were so hungry we couldn’t even crawl,” Meng Xianchen said. “At the end, we were so hungry we ate coal and thought it tasted delicious.”They also had no water and were forced to drink urine using two empty water bottles they found in the coal shaft.

– Since I had read the opening paragraph I was hoping the article would tell me how they drank the urine. I was worried there weren’t going to be any canisters involved and we were going to have to find out how close these brothers really were. –

China’s coal mines are the world’s deadliest, with an average of 13 deaths a day in fires, explosions and floods.

– Way to go China. –

I’ve noticed that mining accidents have been in the news a lot over the past six months. This worries me, not only because they continue to happen and hard working people’s lives are put at risk, but because you know it’s only a matter of months before a slew of “trapped in a mine” movies come out.

Other people may not have noticed, but there seems to be a direct correlation with what’s going on in the world and movies. A few hurricanes hit and we’re knee deep in natural disaster movies. There’s a political scandal and all of a sudden every movie has Martin Sheen banging a desk and saying “I will not let this nation crumble”. Right now we’re in the middle of the “terrorist” movie streak. Just about every movie is either about fighting terrorists or terrorists attacking us.

I can’t stand these types of movies. Is it too much to ask to stop making movies that are based on tragedies that ACTUALLY could happen? Let’s look at the list of top grossing movies of all time:

1. Titanic – We waited 90 years to enjoy watching this tragedy happen.
2. Star Wars: Episode IV – The phrase “long time ago in a galaxy far, far away” can’t be underemphasized.
3. Shrek 2 – A cartoon about a fat guy and a donkey.
4. E.T.: The Extra-Terrestrial – Unless I’ve missed something, E.T. coming to our planet was less of a tragedy and more of a candy party.
5. Star Wars: Episode I – Even longer time ago in a galaxy farther away.
6. Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest – Pirates last went “arrggghhh” when rum was in style.
7. Spider-Man – Modern day New York, but Toby McGuire saving the day is the perfect way to let people know you’re not taking yourself seriously.
8. Star Wars: Episode III – IS ANYONE PAYING ATTENTION!!
9. The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King – Some people say the Lord of the Rings was an allegory for WWII. If that’s the case then this proves my point. I’d rather see a bunch of elves and orcs have it out than watch the French get pummeled by the Germans.
10. Spider-Man 2 – Still fighting villains who are white, rich and buy expensive toys.

You have to go all the way down to #25 to find anything that is half realistic…and that was Independence Day where Will Smith punches a giant alien in the face.

While I’ll be happy to get out of the “what if we were chemically attacked and forced to murder our children in order to ensure our own survival” movie phase, I’m less than thrilled to enter the “trapped in a mine” movie phase…unless there are aliens involved.

Powerful Words

Somehow, we combine letters to form words that form sentences that communicate feelings. It’s a simple process, but when I really try to wrap my hands around the idea that these letters can convey so much intrinsic information, I get a little overwrought.

For instance, If I arrange letters in this way: G-I-M-M-I-E F-O-O-D, you know that I’m hungry and have the mental ability of a five year old. If I arrange letters in this way: H-E-L-L-A G-O-O-D, you know I approve of something and am a poser.

As proven by the aforementioned examples, all it takes is one word to completely change the tone of what you’re saying and to send the right message. That’s why there are a few key words to remember so that you sound smarter and more elegant than you really are. Master these words and you can go around saying “irregardless” and “funner” all you want while still gaining the respect of your peers.

Plethora:

This word means overabundance, but its tone means so much more. Match it with just about anything and you sound like you’re lucky to have such a “plethora”.

Uses: “I have a plethora of cockroaches”, “I have a plethora of parking tickets”, “My wife had to go home because she had a plethora of martinis”

Other, less civilized, ways to express plethora – shit load, crap storm, barrel full, jugs-a-plenty.

Paramount:

It’s the top, the best, the peak. Sure, 90% of the people who hear the word think of Paramount Pictures and its star encircled mountain logo, but it’s a pretty great way to win an argument on which candy bars are the best.

Uses: “Snickers is the paramount candy bar”, “You’re insane, Baby Ruth is the paramount candy bar”, “Do I have to choke you? Baby Ruth’s are what poor people give out on Halloween. Snickers bars are most definitely the paramount candy bar.”

Other, less civilized, ways to express paramount: Bomb diggity, mother whopper.

Aqueous:

Aqueous is a fancy way of saying wet.

Uses: “I appear to have an aqueous spot on my crotch. Perhaps I shall visit the rest room.” “Of course she could open the pickle jar. When I tried my hands were aqueous.” “That perfume makes you smell like an aqueous dog”.

Other, less civilized, ways to express aqueous: soiled, damp, Hydrogen Dioxided, undried.

Abhorrent:

Abhorrent is such a strong word to convey distaste, disgust and repugnance. Which is more hurtful: “That’s an ugly shirt” or “Take off that abhorrent shirt! It makes me want to puke. Why do you have absolutely no style?! Are you trying to get people to hate you? Well, mission accomplished. I hope you die the most painful death god can imagine!”?

See.

Uses: “I love you and your abhorrent face. Will you marry me?!”

Other, less civilized, ways to express abhorrent: Nasty, detestable, rank, Oklahoma.

Distended:

A more educated way of saying “fat”.

When I was 5 years old I was walking with my father when we passed by a woman who was a little on the thick side. She smiled at me and offered a tiny wave. I smiled back and yelled “Hey, Fatso!” She was not amused. Since I was so young, she decided to berate my father senselessly about how rude it was of me to comment on her physical shortcomings. I wish I knew then what I know now because it’s hard to get mad at a five year old who says “Hey, Mrs. Distended”.

Uses: “I’m really into distended girls”, “I’m sorry, you can’t have this job, you’re too distended for the position”.

Other, less civilized, ways to express distended: Tubo, Tons-a-fun, bulbous, stay-puft, chubs, lard ass, puss belly, pear shaped mother fucker.

Tourista:

One of the defining characteristics of the most civilized people is their unwillingness to talk about their bowel movements. That’s why there are words like Tourista – which literally means “traveler’s diarrhea.” This way it’s just another wonderful consequence of having a lifestyle of leisurely travel instead…well…diarrhea.

Uses: “This tourista I’ve acquired wasn’t worth the taco bell I ate”, “I’m not taking ball room dancing classes. I’d rather eat tourista”.

Other, less civilized, ways to express Tourista (by the way, these are really synonyms at dictionary.com): diarrhea, loose stool, runs, backdoor trots, Montezuma’s revenge, summer complaint.

Summer complaint? That’s like calling an unwanted pregnancy a “Fairy Dust Surprise”.

Rules on Meetings and Thinking Outside the Box

“Does everyone have the agenda? Who doesn’t have an agenda? Susan, you don’t? Ok, now that everyone has one…let’s cross off ‘distribute agenda’ from the agenda”…

The other day I was in a meeting, trying to stay awake while some goody goody new girl tried to impress the boss by asking questions like “have other options been explored?”. I usually try to keep quiet during these meetings, but I was really tempted to put my hand gently on this girl’s shoulder and say “if you’re an idiot, it’s ok, you can tell me.”

Obviously, there are no stupid questions. However, it’s a waste of everyone’s time to hear the boss explain that “yes, we didn’t come up with this idea from a fortune cookie”. Perhaps she was looking to catch the boss off guard and have him go “other options? What do you mean by these options that are ‘other’? Are you saying the Ouija board is lying to us?”

As the meeting progressed and I started seeing how long I could hold my breath, the questions got increasingly worse. By the time she asked “does this affect the bottom line” I considered taping my airways shut and breaking my breath holding record by an hour. However, while I was getting more annoyed, she was gaining confidence. Soon she dropped the questions and started to make statements. “Innovation is key in moving forward!” she claimed while people nodded their heads.

At this point I was pretty sure the people in the room were paying as little attention as I usually do and I considered seeing how much I could get away with. I wanted to state “If pizza is too hot, it can burn the roof of your mouth” and see if people’s heads continued to nod.

The woman broke my inane fantasy by stating that “it’s time we think outside the box”. With that, I lost it. My normal practice of keeping silent at meetings wasn’t as important as bringing some attention to the idiot sitting next to me.

“I disagree,” I said as I sat up in my chair. “Everyone is thinking outside of the box these days. Maybe there’s something in the box we haven’t seen”. No one clubbed me and dragged me out of the room so I continued. “If we stay a step behind everyone else in our industry, at least we will know we are going in the right direction”.

The nods grew more emphatic and my outside the box thinking colleague was furious. I pictured her going home and telling her roommate about how there was “this idiot” in her meeting. I pictured the roommate agreeing with her that “thinking outside the box” was a much better suggestion and that they should have a fake wedding for their cats.

One of the hardest parts of any job is going to be the battle between people like her and people like me. By people like her I mean people who would buy a book called ‘How to make people think you know what you’re talking about.’ The book would have chapters such as ‘Using the word concur’, and ‘Nodding your head and saying ‘yep’ in the middle of people’s sentences’. By people like me I mean wise asses who find it easier/more enjoyable to make fun of stupid questions instead of coming up with poignant ones of their own. We’re like oil and water, fat people and coach airline seats – we just aren’t meant to be together.

My mind drifted back to the meeting and to a guy talking about how he thoroughly agreed with the drivel I’d just said. My eyes shifted to the clock on the wall and I waited for the second hand to hit twelve so I could go for the elusive minute and a half.

Review: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows

Is there a spell that can turn me into a Harry Potter fan? If there is, I’d imagine it would be called the “Fandandum Lamenbookus”…

If you ever find yourself at a dinner party and you don’t feel you’re getting enough attention, there are two things you can say that will provoke a reaction: 1) Deny the holocaust happened, 2) Call Harry Potter “Henry”.

Calling Harry by the wrong name is somehow as blasphemous as saying you’re totally into the lord, Jose Christ. In the past few weeks, Harry’s popularity was reassured by the release of the final installment of the historic series.

Unfortunately, I didn’t partake in Potter Fever. I never have. For some reason The Lord of the Rings, Star Wars and The Matrix were cool to me, but Harry Potter was lame. Recently, I’ve felt left out. Having never read any of the books and only seeing parts of the first four movies, I don’t even qualify as a casual fan. Pretending to be a Harry Potter fan at this point would be as lame as someone who claimed to like Star Wars because of Ewoks.

You know what? Screw it. I’ll probably never read a sentence of the new book and will always refer to the author as “that sly bitch J.K. Roundabout”, but I’m reviewing the final book anyway.


The book is titled “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows” and its somber title is a precursor to a dark and stormy path Harry must travel throughout the final book. We start right where we left off at the end of the previous book, “Harry Potter and the Wind Chambers of Fluoride,” with Harry and his best friend (Ron Weasley) trying to find themselves as young adults. They have lost the guidance of their beloved headmaster (Dipsey Doodle) and are growing weary of their former confidant (Spunk Munk).

To make matters worse, the evil lord Voldemung has assembled a great army to destroy the wizardry of magic counsel.

The book progresses at a frenetic pace and within the first forty pages we learn that Hermoin(BuryMyHeartAtWounded)ne is flirting with the dark powers of Voldemung and Harry writes poetry. This periscope into Harry’s true emotions proves why the author will be canonized with the modern greats (such as Hemingway, Salinger and the guy who writes the Lemony Snickets books). One of Harry’s poems, titled “It’s not like I really knew them” is particularly strong:

Leave me alone. You’ve got beef with my parents? Fine. Take it up with them.
Oh, you’ve already killed them. Great. Then fuck off. I’m trying to get nasty with this bird.
Sure, I like magic, but I’m in this for the tail, mate. Give a player some space. It was either this or a guitar and that C chord was impossible for me. I’ve got stumpy fingers.

Of course, this wouldn’t be a classic Harry Potter book if there weren’t conflict. Harry and Ron begin to break away from each other when they get overly competitive. One of the most beautifully written sections of this book is when Harry and Ron duel back and forth performing charming acts of magic to impress their ladies. In the end, Harry is the victor when he pulls roughly 40 scarves out of his sleeve.

Their friendship is further strained when Ron finds out that Harry’s fallen in love with his sister, Niplet Weasley. Ron’s anger boils over when he overhears his sister tell a friend that “Harry doesn’t wear condoms because he says a spell, Prettious Pleaseous, so I don’t get pregnant”.

The strength of Harry Potter isn’t in its subtle comments on growing up, feeling different, however. The strength grows out of the excitement and ‘at the edge of your seat’ drama between good and evil, personified by Harry’s ongoing battle with Voldemung. This, of course, is the last book so by the end, only one shall remain.

SPOILER ALERT

If you haven’t read the last few pages of the book, stop reading. Any review of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows can’t be complete without mentioning the absolutely stunning end of this saga. Like a lot of people, I figured out long ago that Voldemung was Harry’s father. My first clue was in “Harry Potter and the Lost Keys of Camembert” when Voldemung said “you know…I always liked Star Wars a lot. Especially how no one saw the big twist of Vadar being Luke’s father coming”. Regardless of if you saw that twist coming, NO ONE saw the big twist that came next – that Harry himself was enchanted by a magic spell that made him think all these important things were actually happening to him.

When Voldemung releases Harry from the spell he realizes he is not in a castle, battling a dark evil lord with magic spells. In reality, he is in a shabby apartment pouring what’s left of beer cans from his neighbor’s garbage into a cup he’d won at Dave and Busters. My heart almost broke reading about Harry taking a swig of the swill and then making prank calls to people where he called them “Dumbledores” and told them to suck his “Hogwarts.”

I give the final Harry Potter book a solid B+ for trying to push the envelope and going in a direction no one necessarily wanted. At least all us “Pot heads” can look forward to the movie and the scene where Professor Skank teaches the kids the moonwalk. That should be amazing!!