Tuesday, March 27, 2007

That's him. That's the one that got me.

As promised, I humbly offer a continuation of the Munich photo jamboree. When last we left Jordan and Stupid, a certain pie-eyed dildo took in the sight of the majestic Zugspitze with a fair amount of desensitized wonderment.

On to beer. Munich has lots, and it's great. Although Jordan looks displeased in this next picture, he's actually ecstatic, as many dreams had come true for him in the form of a liter of absolutely delicious beer. Or three. After we had several, we decided that maybe there just was a god after all.

Dummy had one too (one equals three hundred in "German"):

After ending pretty much every night with what we were calling "big beers," we would walk around historic parts of Munich paying little to no attention to any of it. Except:

The Rathaus (it's the Town Hall, but it's more fun to call it the Rat House. Or Palace of the Fallen Jew)

The sight of the 1972 Olympic games, which, according to this picture, Jordan built, apparently:

Das Schloss (for Matt):

I drunkenly wrote my name on this car. I was later tried for war crimes against all humanity:

Also, (and I mean the English "also" and not the German "also" which I think means "thus" or "go fuck yourself, college boy," which has led to phrases such as "Also, and get me a beer.") it will come as no surprise that I am a schmuck:

However much fun we had at the expense of Germany and their 72 letter words, it may have been one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen, with exception of Ireland and a whore's "office," (which can be ANYWHERE!).

OK. Here's one of the two of us loaded (jerks)...

Monday, March 26, 2007

Munich 2006

At long last, I pestered Jordan enough that the pictures from the Munich trip are available for viewing. He's not talking to me anymore, but it's fun to reminisce about the short time I drove him to near suicide in a country notorious for its drinking and its penchant for violent nationalist sentiments. Let's begin at the top...OF GERMANY!!! HAHHAHAHAAA. Ugh, I fucking stink.

One of the highlights, by far, was our ascent of the Zugspitze, the highest point in Germany located in the Alps. And as we all know, the Lord Alps those who Alps themselves. In Germany, that joke was punishable by death about sixty years ago. The thought of traveling 9,000 plus feet in the air was daunting.

Upon our arrival, Jordan took to his lofty surroundings with a certain sense of rugged bravado.

I, on the other hand, was unimpressed and sought only a four letter word for "needlebox."

Nevertheless, we continued upward by cable car to the very zenith of Bavaria. All kidding aside, it was probably the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. And that's because they had a full service bar over 9,000 feet in the air. I love Germany.

Here are several shots of Jordan and me moments before we had to talk each other out of jumping:

Here's me and a bird. Moments later, we were married.

Here's Jordan seconds after I told him that the only way back down was by one continuous cable car drop:

Once safely off of the mountain, Jordan appeared triumphant. I, still, am unimpressed.

But of course, it all wasn't fun and games. Jordan and I also made a trip out to Dachau, one of the very first concentration camps built and utilized by the Nazi regime during Word War II. On the way, Jordan jokingly asked, "Do you think there's a McDonald's in Dachau?" We laughed a little. Then we cried:

Still, it takes a pretty insensitive human to be unmoved by the sight of one of the biggest atrocities in human civilization. What's a six letter word for "From concentrate, perhaps?"

Tomorrow: Drunken Delights, I'm a Schmuck, and Olympic Gold!

The Jeff Corwin Experience

Protect this:

I laughed and laughed and laughed.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007


Sunday presented Washington Heights with its first Spring-ish day. The ominous drug-wielding parkas were cast aside for parkas wielding more drugs due to the lessened need of insulation. So, your hero, Superman, did something in a comic somewhere. This blog's hero, me, cried a little, then took a long walk through his neighborhood, an activity touted by both enterprising hookers and bored homosexuals.

Early Cathars believed that humans are essentially evil, and no argument here. However, sometimes on a not-quite-spring day, when the air is still crisp, yet devoid of winter's death-like embrace, one may sense that, despite our inherent evil, humanity might just have a chance.

So, I embarked north-ish-ward. Now, if you've ever been to Washington Heights, chances are, you don't want to come back. The best parts of this derelict nightmare are laced with animal entrails and refuse, aggressive garbage (no one litters as thoughtfully and as much as a denizen of Washington Heights), and buildings where the rats and cockroaches may be the most conscientious inhabitants.

If one follows Fort Washington north to about 180th Street, he gets gang-raped. Just beyond that, there are a series of beautiful Tudor-style apartment buildings on Pinehurst Avenue that look like they belong in a another city, quite frankly. Most likely in England, about a couple hundred years ago.

The people who live here are a lot like the Gelflings in the Dark Crystal. They are largely oblivious to the fact that great danger lurks everywhere around them and that they, in fact, have butterfly wings (at least the females do).

North of that lay Fort Tryon Park. During the Revolutionary War, British run imperial spaceships docked here in order to infiltrate Inwood. When all they could find was Chimichurri trucks, their fucking heads exploded. However, one can still see the naval advantage of a route up the Hudson River, securing that last bastion of American pride and beauty, New Jersey.

As I stared at the majesty of the Hudson and the flowing, living history of it, I happened to glance down at the stone barrier before me.

Yeah...truer words have never been spoken.

Monday, March 12, 2007


OK already! There are two changes to the FODJ link bar:

Kath's blog URL is now ihatemusicals.blogspot.com

Anju's blog URL is now foxinthecity.net

Your mom's face's URL is olbutterface.org

These changes have been made to the hyperlinks to the right. Please make a note of it.

-The Management

Small observation

It occurs to me that part of the reason most people react to cockroaches as if confronting a anthropomorphic turd is that, in terms of evolution, our hysteric human reactions convince the cockroach that it needn't develop the ability to bite. Everybody wins.

(Listen, asshole, I know that on rare occasions, cockroaches bite humans. But it's largely harmless. What I'm saying here is if we were to not freak out when a giant golf ball-sized insect shoots across the bathroom floor like the light cycles in Tron, the cockroach may, as a species, decide it is no longer getting things done and needs to develop flesh-melting super venom. Bitch.)

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

We'd rather you say "axe wound"

America's battle with language continues. Not only is a comedy club (A COMEDY CLUB, PEOPLE!) banning use of the word "nigger" in its establishment, an act which is both cowardly and ineffective, a Westchester high school has suspended three honors students for their inclusion of the word "vagina" in a reading of (AND HERE'S WHERE IT GETS REALLY FUNNY! NOT FUNNY AS IN "THAT'S HILARIOUS," BUT FUNNY IN A "LET'S PUT A SHOTGUN IN THE MOUTH OF EDUCATORS EVERYWHERE" KIND OF WAY) The Vagina Monologues. The. Vagina. Monologues.

Now, John Jay High School principal Richard Leprine, who in this case is most certainly no one's "pal," claims he suspended the girls simply because they agreed not to say the word before the event. Sort of a breach of contract kind of deal. What he neglected to say was that he is a sniveling coward who censored a reading in order to protect his cowardly ass. Against the word vagina, no less.

His rationale, reportedly, is that young people (presumably grade school level children or retarded teenagers) attend these events. Young people who neither own a vagina (I own twelve) nor know what one is. Well sir, the Himalayan Vaginas are a Fascist sect occupying a stronghold just outside of Tibet. These Vaginas tend to be unkempt and odorous, maintaining a diet based largely on wild cockerel and salt water. Most Vaginas are violent and assail potential threats by trapping them in a suffocating embrace with promises of eternal love and devotion, only to later expel their victims as amorphous masses of bone and flesh. The heart is almost always entirely consumed.

Got off on a tangent. Sorry.

The fact that America's paranoia about language has spread from traditionally "offensive" words to actual biological terminology is actually pretty interesting. In some ways, it goes hand in hand with the increasing distrust of science and the deepening foothold of archaic Christian values, which have always included censorship in not only form but content (the Bible is one of the most butchered texts in history depending on who was controlling the edits at the time). In fact, any institution's pedagogy relies on the power of words to herd their constituents. It's important for America's government that the word "nigger" has weight in order so that they can trust that it still has the ability to disable people. It's important that stupid school officials THINK that the word "vagina" is going to cause a stink (ho ho) because as long as we keep fighting amongst ourselves and trying not to offend one another, our freedoms can be continually taken away from us.

They're turning language against us. As George Carlin (and probably countless linguists) has said in the past, words have no meaning in and of themselves. It's the intention with which they're used and the context in which they're deployed. How fucked up is it that a principal of a high school, a man who I can only guess went to college and did a bit of reading, is afraid of a single word? To what end? What purpose? Is he seriously shielding female children from knowing the biological term for what's between their legs, and saving male children from knowing what one is? Part of me (read: all of me) hopes that the children of Westchester never get the skinny on the word "vagina" and that their whole community dies out because couples are unable to procreate due to the assumption that what goes in a lady's pee hole is a fucking pine cone. Not only that, I hope Principal Richard "No Vaginas Here" Leprine's daughter is the first to experience it. Stupid, stupid Americans and their dumb company-endorsed education systems. How about we let McDonalds pick the socially appropriate word for womens' genitalia? "It was so hot, dude. She let me finger her Egg McMuffin."

This country sucks. (Well why don't you move, SOURPUSS!)