Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Money - the root of all happiness

In an impressive display of the inane ability of Ivy League institutions to spend incredible sums of money on insane projects, researchers from Harvard and Penn State have just concluded a study that proves that rich people are indeed happier than the poor.

Where between the flat-screen plasma tvs and the custom harleys was the fact lost that billionaires have more fun? When between Papadakis' mansion hogging Wall Street Journal space and Shaq's palace on cribs did we forget that it doesn't matter what a MasterCard commercial says, sleeping in a cardboardbox is no bleedin fun? Who between some lunatic Russian millionaire's bid to launch himself into space and TO complaining that he can't feed his family on just a couple of million dollars thought that the bottom of the barrel was in vogue?

The study said that that happiness was measured using a self-report response of "very happy", "pretty happy", or "not too happy". Two months into the survey, based on responses from poor people, a new choice of "what's happy?" was added.

The results of the survey has, understandably, raised a storm in economic circles. Two hobos who live in the traffic circle on Wall Street spent Monday morning protesting the happiness disparity. When contacted for their views, they said, "It's bad enough that we're at the bottom of the money ladder. We used to keep our spirits up by watching those Disney movies in store windows that always showed the poor mouse family huddled together in their tiny matchbox home, frozen, but obviously happier than the rich cat family. But with it having been proven that the rich are also happier than us, we are now demanding that we be provided with either happiness or riches."

$imone Greenback (yes, that's really her name), spokeswoman of the $noot Toot$, the local Philadelphia rich wives club, says that the survey can not be taken seriously because it does not take into consideration 'extraneous circumstances'. "For example," she says, "poor people are often homeless or struggling to keep a roof over their head. They either have no food or must rummage through a trash can to find some. In these cases, how do we expect them to be happy? The researchers neglected to control for these factors. Take a poor person, feed him, clothe him and give him a mansion. Then see if he's any less happier than us millionaires. The constitution of this great country says that we are all equal, and indeed we are in our happiness. The poor people are really just as happy as we are. If not, then let them eat cake."

At this point the interview was cut short by the local crazy who sleeps underneath the gargoyle at 30 St Station, who snatched Ms Greenback's purse and damaged her porsche, the keys to which were in her purse, by driving it into the unfortunate Ms Greenback. The crazy, when later contacted, denied the stolen prosche brought him any extra happiness. Though with gas prices soaring, this is hardly surprising.

Penn State researchers (shoutout to ramu) have announced the topic of their latest study - Does eating at McDonalds every day for 30 days have an adverse effect on a person's health?

Meanwhile, poverty-stricken people worldwide return home to their squalor despairing the revelation that they are not happy.

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

The crust of the matter...

The Invisible Crust is a new loaf of bread, brought out by breadmakers Hovis, that is the world's first crustless bread. Thousands of years of baking expertise has led to this one seminal moment where mothers of the world join hands and dance around the polka dot table-clothed dinner table singing thanks to the Lord of the baking industry who has delivered them from the countless hours they have slaved over loaves of bread, cutting off the crusts so that their snotty-nosed kids would eat their otherwise terrible P&J sandwiches. Man can now live on crustless bread alone.

In related news, the Knife industry held a secret meeting at the London Ramada to discuss steps to sabotage the Crustless Bread industry. Studies undertaken by the industry revealed that the reduced wear and tear on bread knives from moms no longer having to cut off crusts so that their snotty-nosed kids would eat their otherwise terrible P&J sandwiches, would result in a drop in sales of over 2 bread knives a month in London alone. The meeting saw several half-baked ideas presented but the clear cut winner was the suggestion of greeting bread industry leaders with a horse's head in their beds. This job is to be contracted to an outside horse-head enthusiast group who call themselves, rather unimaginatively, The Four Horsemen. The Knife group felt that outside contracting would have a two-fold upswing effect on sales - the bread industry would revert to their crusted version and it would also increase sales of horse-head knives. It's good to know that the entrepreneurial spirit is not dead.

Pigeons however may soon be going the dead route. Extensive surveys of the benches at London's Hyde Park have revealed that the crumbs lunchers throw for the pigeons at the park are exclusively from the yucky crust. If the knife industry fails in its bid to curb the crustless bread phenomenon, pigeons could soon have their goose cooked.

The Royal College of Historians are also protesting the death of the crust. The latest issue of the historical tome, 'History (an Edited version)- now with more bloodshed" is reported to contain a study by the Royal College of Historians proving that the crumbs Hansel and Gretel used to find their way back home were from the now-endangered bread crust. How this is a tragedy is beyond me. You'd rather have snotty-nosed brats lost in the forest and eaten by wolves who were thwarted by little red riding hood or the little pig who built his house out of stone, rather than throwing a tantrum at the dinner table because their P&J sandwich has a crust.

In other news, the knife industry has adopted the Bryan Adams song 'Cuts like a Knife' as their new theme song. Cute.

Thursday, August 04, 2005

DON'T CALL ME THAT!!!

“ COME ON PUNK!!! CLEAN UP THAT DAMN ROOM !!! ”

“ AWRIGHT MA!!! I’LL GET TO IT!!! ”

The classic case of procrastination. The art of putting things off for later. The delaying of what needs to be done in the hope that maybe it gets magically done in the meantime. The foe of the workaholic. Common acquaintance of the world.

Everyone procrastinates. Nobody is an exception. Not even Monica Gellar. And to a certain extent, it is rather helpful. Things may appear to you in their proper perspective after a break. But if that perspective is that it’s too huge to do in the time that’s left, that’s when you’re in trouble.

But I refuse to believe that I’m a procrastinator. I don’t look at it in that way. People say that I’m putting things off till later. I don’t look at it that way. To me the glass is half-full not half-empty. How I look at it is that instead of putting my work off till later, I’m actually bringing other things in front of it. It’s not that my work gets pushed back, it’s that other issues are pushed ahead of it. So I’m actually doing the right thing. I’m the total opposite of a procrastinator. I prioritize. And it may just so happen that my priorities may be wrong. But that’s hardly my fault. I’m still young and I’ll learn. So don’t be quick to jump on my mistakes. And don’t ever label me a procrastinator. Or I'm gonna haveta beat up on your monkey ass....sooner or later.

I probably should get back to work.

Predict the future

How seamless do you think the transition is going to be from the year Two thousand and nine to the year Twenty ten?

Sweetness