Saturday, February 24, 2007
To Turn Television Off
*Preface - This is abnormally long. Think Buttug McOysty on ten packs of sugar. And a soda on the side. And I love me some fried chicken. What happened to that? I used to say "love me some *insert generic item/person here*" all the time. Kooky! (<-- DID I JUST...WHAT..) As I was remarking, this post is so long, I didn't even bother reading through it again myself to edit it, so feel free to unleash a barrage of angry complaints about my Engrishes in the comment section below.
I do not watch television. Television...
...watches me.
*silence (of the lambs)*
Two parts, because a show can either run its course and end how the writers intended for it to end from the beginning, or be canceled, sometimes mid-season, against the cast and crew's wishes. Part One deals with a show that gracefully exits according to plan.
1. Somebody needs to die.
This may be a moot point now that some shows insist on killing a character every episode (how many more dead people can we find in New York/Las Vegas/Miami huh CSI?). But in the event a tight knit cast manages to stay alive, there's nothing more tear-jerking then seeing one of them finally bite the bullet. And closure for the audience to know that the dead character doesn't have any more adventures in them. I'm twisted like that.
2. Somebody needs to get married.
If I can't get point number one to happen, then I'd like a character to walk that aisle because I KNOW that nothing exciting will happen after this.
*ducking the rotten tomato*
What I mean to say is, I'm a sucker for weddings, and seeing angst-ridden people (preferably of the teenager ilk) finally be happy and carefree.
3. Throw in a surprise twist.
Just to jerk the audience around. Then resolve it quickly, preferably in the next 30 seconds with a "gotcha *wink emoticon*" or a "just joking".
4. Show as many flashbacks as you possibly can.
Reminding folks of how good the show used to be. Oh wait. Let me try again.
You do this as a cost cutting measure. The less scenes you have to actually shoot, the less money it costs. Economics 202, Buttug McOysty styles, where less is actually more. This does not apply to all-you-can-eat-Jap food, blood in a Quentin Tarantino movie, tax refunds, or the length of my posts. In fact, "less is more" rarely applies to anything. I think it'd be easier to brain-storm situations when less IS actually more:
- attention for Paris Hilton/Britney Spears/Lindsay Lohan/*insert generic Hollywood girl gone drunk with power here*
- the intentional lack of effort by the entire Toronto Raptors organization, translating to a tremendously minuscule amount of wins this year, but guaranteeing them a spot in the Kevin Durant/Greg Oden sweepstakes which equates to a future championship and a potential dynasty run with Bosh, Bargnani and one of Oden or Durant. Sorry, I can't get over how this course of action was not taken.
and
- if you're devastatingly boring and you choose to tell your life story
5. Bring the story back full circle.
A character should see a younger version of themselves and draw on past experiences to right wrongs that were left un-righted in their life until later on. Yeah, go back and read that again. Wait, I shall.
*humming the 24 theme song, which is just a clock ticking at increasing speeds*
Because what goes around comes back around. Now, excuse me while I go deposit royalties into Justin Timberlake's bank account for quoting him.
*3 hour intermission*
1. Somebody needs to die.
How can the show claim to be realistic without death? Seriously now! Off with their heads! You know, if it really is the last show and it's being canceled against the wishes of the people involved, then I say pull out all the stops. Kill the most loved characters. I'd even go so far as killing the beloved family dog or something equally as horrible. I draw the line at killing innocent children, but if it really serves an inspirational purpose, then the line may be nudged back a bit.
2. Take many, many cheap-shots at many, many individuals/groups.
Subtle phrases aimed at the nonsupporting upper management. Barbs at parents that wouldn't allow their kids to watch the show because they figured homework would be more important than entertainment. That's just bad parenting. But that's another post for another time. Rants at kids that didn't sneak behind their parent's backs and watch the show anyways. Pot-shots at other shows that may or may not have stolen their audience. Even take down a product by making sure its portrayed only in a bad light. What are they going to do, it's your last show!
3. Throw in a surprise twist.
Just DON'T resolve it. If enough people are intrigued and cause a riot, a network may pick up the series by the sheer amount of hateful letters being sent to their mail-rooms. Even if that doesn't happen, think of the small group of people's memories that will forever be haunted.
Friday, February 23, 2007
You Give a Little, You Get a Little
- Margaret Mason's, No One Cares What You Had For Lunch - 100 Ideas for Your Blog.
This one's easy. There's really only one right answer. I'm sure everyone in this fortunate country of Canada, at least fortunate enough to be able to access and read this blog, has received this gift before.
This present can be described as heart-warming, sometimes fuzzy feeling, definitely fills a void but in this day and age, often not permanently, and you may try different forms of it (some may say there is a different one for all seasons, speaking of which, this post was unknowingly suggested by Seesun).
You can never get enough, and And one day, God willing, you will walk the aisle with it.
What can I be babbling about this time? In one word...
...SOCKS*.
Am I right or am I RIGHT?!
* I realize that makes the entire post a complete cop-out. Excuse my horrible memory, and the plethora of bad gifts that I do actually remember (model car after model car) currently suppressing memories of all the good gifts every given me. Just know I appreciate each and every gift, keep any and everything coming my way. I will find a use for free anything**.
** Why am I being so pleasant? The character I portray on the Internets would never be so heart-felt. What the frick!
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Can Somebody Remix This Please? Jim Jones/Lil Wayne, I'm looking at You
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
News Flash, Because I Don't Have Time To Write Anything Else
I feel like I'm writing the parody news segments for such shows as The Daily Show or the Colbert Report. Except a much dumber version, so more so for a show like SNL. Still a notch higher than Fox's "1/2 hour news hour", so horrible I won't even link to it.
Jack Bauer makes the US Army look bad. No, not because he's brutally effective and the army is not. And no, it's not because he has stunning good looks relative to old man Sam that points at you in those posters saying "I WANT YOU", to join the army I suppose.
Apparently, the general public, wrongly thinks that the real White House authorizes Jack Bauer's interrogation techniques. And some of the officers in the army have come to believe that because it works for Jack Bauer, the techniques would work for them, and so they try it on army prisoners.
In very much related news, the general public is quite stupid.
"You don't want people like that in your organization", says some snoot at the FBI. Yeah, because he'd obsolete-ize your job before you could count to three microseconds.
"The climate is getting warmer", says the leader of Exxon Mobil, the giant oil company.
*bashes head against wall because of the slight irony but more so because of the degree of obviousness of above statement*
An elephant crushes a bus. That's not news, right? Because, I mean, what do you expect an elephant to do, sit down and have tea?! Maybe with some crumpets on the side?!
New York City is investing an extraordinary amount of money for it's new slogan's campaign. Somewhere in the neighborhood of $160 million, but I can't confirm because I'm too lazy to look for credible sources.
While the new slogan has yet to be decided upon, one of the options include reversing the order of the current slogan, which is "I Love NY" (with the word 'love' often symbolized by a heart). Another possible option includes adding new words to the current slogan, something to the effect of "I've always loved New York".
It took 11 different ad agencies, all of which I assume to be prestigious. My question is, how do I land a job at one of these positions where they've ascended to such levels that they get paid not to try any more? SERIOUSLY, IT TOOK 11 AD AGENCIES FOR YOU TO REVERSE THE CURRENT SLOGAN?! HOW IS THIS NOT A JOKE.
An animal shelter was forced to kill 1000 dogs and cats because of the outbreak of contagious disease. And I quote, "officials admit they kept animals for too long without destroying them". Wow, they don't even put it lightly.
Pay attention kids, this is what happens at animal shelters. They destroy animals. Yup. Well written.
*clap clap*
Britney Spears took a vow of silence and joined a monastery as a monk. 
At least that's what I gather without actually knowing anything.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Rules Are Made To Be Broken, Just Like Products are Made To Be Broken When You Need Them The Most, This Has Got To Be One of the Longest TItles I've E
ver Written (blogger cut me off)
*Preface* I know I've been half-heartedly posting recently, so I come today looking to rectify that, writing up something abnormally lengthy, making you forget the ripped off feeling that overcame you as you read the last few posts.
McOysty says: Pick a number, between 1 and 100, a whole number, meaning pi, as amazing and however much I actually love pie, does not count
TheGirl says: ok.
TheGirl says: got it.
McOysty says: Uh, you're supposed to tell me the number.
TheGirl says: Haha, I thought you were going to do something else. The number was 80.
McOysty says: Ok
TheGirl says: Why? Did you want me to pick something like 47?
- Margaret Mason's, No One Cares What You Had For Lunch - 100 Ideas for Your Blog.
1. "Irregardless" is an an erroneous redundancy for regardless.
At least according to Google. According to me, using that word warrants treatment as if you were a 3 year old, maybe even throwing in a "goo-goo gah-gah" to make sure my point is being conveyed.
2. What goes up, must come down.
Put the anvil away, and trust me on this one.
3. What goes around, comes around.
The premise for not only a Justin Timberlake song, circles, and My Name Is Earl, but also a relatively popular religion!
And boomerangs. Yup.
4. When making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, always spread the peanut butter on first.
Doing it the other way leads to a tremendous amount of frustration, and usually ends up with the pieces of bread being thrown into the nearest garbage can, or at any friend laughing at you that is in throwing range.
The corollary to this rule is to never use the same knife for two different substances.
5. My name is Buttug McOysty, and I am aawesome.
6. 95% of scientists are screw-ups.
Here's the breakdown. 5% of scientists in this world actually discover what they're looking for. 90% of scientists may get close, but never get to cross that finish line. Instead they get to toast colleague after colleague for their successes while remaining empty handed. The other 5% only discover something when they screw-up (re: the discovery of penicillin).
That's why some scientist needs to get on inventing delicious McDonald French Fries that make me HEALTHIER. Either they reach that goal, or the world ends up with a cure for cancer.
7. Making up universal truths is much harder than anyone would initially think.
Especially when one has not yet had experience with most of the universe.
8. My name is Buttug McOysty, and I am awkward.
I stepped up to the area outside the elevators this morning, pushed the only available button on the ground floor (up!), stepped back, and proceeded to stare straight ahead awaiting the arrival of the elevator. Two other people came to the elevator waiting area and after about 15 excruciatingly long seconds, they simultaneously made a move to press the up arrow button that I had apparently not pressed, which was clearly evident because it glows bright red when pressed. All I could muster up was an, "Oh, haha". I stared at my feet for the ride up.
9. <-- is the square of three, and the square root of 81.
Mathematics, the universal language...
...of love.
10. The "what have you done for me lately" rule.
Take this rule to mean whatever you want it to mean, but there's a good reason I'm saving my University required 8 month job performance review 'til after I finish a big project (I'm in...month 10 right now, the University is starting to yell).
Naturally, I had to save this for the last point.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Sign of the times.
Is is sad that a television show offered insight to my Organizational Behaviour essay?
When Tech Support, Goes Wrong, 24 Style
CTU Tech Support
Bauer: “I have a suitcase bomb.”
16-year-old kid from India: “Allo sir. Yes sir. Please note that this call will be recorded for quality assurance purposes. My name is Akbar. How can I help you sir?”
Bauer: “There’s a bomb that's set to go off in 3 minutes, and I need to disarm it.”
India: “Ok sir. I understand your problem and feel your frustration. Give me a second while I key this into my computer... Now, please unscrew the plastic box sir.”
Bauer: “Ok.”
India: “Ok thank you sir...*pause*... now please tell me what you see.”
Bauer: “A goddam bomb.”
India: “Ok sir, thank you. Now I want you to…
- TheBauer, additional comments added by me, Buttug McOysty
Friday, February 09, 2007
I Have Weird Friends
| b | get off the streets. says:
hold on
| b | get off the streets. says:
as soon as the nail polish on my one hand dries then i can start typing w two hands again, i shall respond......
hold out....
| b | get off the streets. says:
no
| b | get off the streets. says:
NO
| b | get off the streets. says:
STOP
| b | get off the streets. says:
JUST WAIT FOR IT
AHHHAHAHA
| b | get off the streets. says:
HOLD ON
| b | get off the streets. says:
ALMOST DONE
| b | get off the streets. says:
JUST HOLD OUT
| b | get off the streets. says:
45 MORE SECS
| b | get off the streets. says:
hahahahaha
| b | get off the streets. says:
i just applied a second coat
| b | get off the streets. says:
lol
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Because No One Cares What You Had For Lunch
Realizing that this blog has been a little uninspired lately, I seized an opportunity that will, hopefully, liven things up a bit.
So far, I've only committed to posting on 5 of the topics of the wonderful readership's random choosing, but there really isn't a better way than to kick things off with suggestion number 13.
You may accuse me of being a little rusty in the area of urban mythology, specifically bad luck charms, but if my birthday is good enough for the 13th, then that has to balance out any evil powers the number 13 intrinsically contains doesn't it?
Without any further ado, I present to you, suggestion number 13 from Margaret Mason's book, No One Cares What You Had For Lunch - 100 Ideas for Your Blog.
13 - Act On Ceremony - What are the family traditions or personal rituals you practice, or new ones you've always wanted to introduce?
I choose to answer the latter, and I hope to implement this tradition come the annual Chinese New Year dinner with friends and/or family. My brother and I will inevitably be asked the same small-talk questions year-in, year-out, now that we're on the same course of life, or relatively the same in that we're both university students.
You know, the same boring questions surrounding our subjects of study, our living arrangements, our love lives, our supposed missing-of-home (myth!), and our personal hygiene, just to name a few.
On a side-note, I've always considered making a flyer that would contain all the important information that a relative/acquaintance would want to know about. I would hand them out at all events I
But that's not what I want to implement. I propose to randomly pick 16 of the potential questions either my brother or myself would be asked, and randomly arrange them on a 4x4 table/chart. Then, as the event wears on, any question asked with a corresponding box in the afore-created table/chart would be checked off. The first person to line up four in a row, either vertically, horizontally, or diagonally, and scream "BINGO!" at the top of their lungs, would be declared the winner and would be granted the right to decide the consequences for the loser.
If I win the Chinese New Year round, I'm taking 50% of his red-pocket money. Or I would take his braille dog-tag, like a sniper takes from his/her victim in the world of war.
Monday, February 05, 2007
Real Creative Titles, Spam Be Gone!
Before the obligatory SuperBowl Sunday thoughts, here's what's going down. I need you, the wonderful readers, to comment on this post with nothing but a number between 1 and 100. And to make this more interesting, I will only be accepting the first five unique numbers. That means if a person already picked a number, don't pick that number again, or I will ignore you. Feel free to continue commenting after that, the comments will still be read and snickered at.
What for, you ask? Well, I'm not telling you until I get five random numbers between one and one hundred. This tactic is commonly known as building suspense, and involving the readership, and to an extent, frustrating the readership.
- You know that point in the Star Spangled Banner when they're proclaiming "the bombs bursting in air"? That portion can only be properly conveyed through sign language.
- You DO NOT KICK TO DEVIN HESTER.
- Is there anything more humiliating than watching the ball bounce off your helmet? I guess it could be argued that it'd be more humiliating if you're watching the ball bounce off a lower region in your body, but both are equally and unintentionally funny.
- Adam Vinatieri missed a field goal. Seriously, this guy is as money as the sun coming up tomorrow morning. The world as I know it, is over.
- Prince KILLED IT. And I wasn't even a fan of his work before. I am now. Just curious, is it actually dangerous to play electric guitar in the rain? Common sense tells me yes, keep babies away from electric guitars in the rain, but after Prince's performance in the rain, I'm not as convinced.
- The NFL prints up "SUPERBOWL CHAMPIONS" hats/t-shirts for both teams before the game, so right at the conclusion of the game, the winning team can be crowned immediately. The LOSING team's hats and t-shirts apparently get sent to Africa, thanks to World Vision. I'm just wondering how long before they show up on e-bay, and how much I have to pay to get one. And did anyone think about the poor kids in Africa that will be receiving bad information? They could be running around all their lives thinking the Bears (and freakin' Terrible Rex Grossman, T-Rex as I call him) won Superbowl XLI*. That's unacceptable.
- You may remember me calling the Bears to win, even while cheering for the Colts. Well, I like to think I did my part in jinxing the Bears. I put myself in a win-win situation. Either way, I knew I could only come out shining**. And I sure did.
- K-Fed making fun of himself. Give him a chance everyone, even K-Fed laughs at K-Fed.
* Wow! Asterisks are back! If Justin brought sexy back (which he didn't), then I'm going to get my resurrection game on too. I know this point is rather insensitive to the actual major issues that they face. I'd like to think I use my sarcasm to underline the general apathy the western world (myself included most of the time, no singling out here) exudes on the issue of AIDS and famine relief and tribal wars.
** If you mail me a crow sandwich, I will eat it.
Friday, February 02, 2007
YOU ARE A CERTIFIED WINNER
*Preface* Take that midget Kwan, who decided to bet on me being unable to commit to 12 or more posts titled with spam email. This is post number 13, the last of these inaptly, and inappropriately, titled series of posts. Why/when did we start calling him that anyway? Somebody needs to tell me, not that I'll stop calling him that in the meantime, but it'd be nice to know. I thought I had exhausted the vault of short-jokes over the years, but clearly we have not moved on. I'm not completely opposed to this nonsense.
The powers that be over at Tambo001 discussed two big "holidays" this month. I'm happy to be the first to inform you that the groundhog didn't see it's own shadow this morning, meaning that spring is just around the corner, or that Wiarton Willie is blind (although, I don't know if they test the groundhog for blindness, which is just bad science in my opinion). And not to be outdone, as I type this, or as you read this, cupid is being injected with high dosages of epinephrine so he can go berserk with his cute little love arrows a little later on this month.
But the biggest holiday in the month of February, the one that usually leaves everyone devastated the day after (either from too much celebration drinking, or from too much "I can't believe we lost" drinking, but always from the overdose of chicken wings, pizza, and nacho chips), and has a different name every-year (albeit, only slightly), the day that brings out the best of commercials everywhere, and recently has been known for Nipple-gate, I present to you, Superbowl XLI - the one with two black head coaches. Common and Kanye even made a song about it.
You'd be lying if you say aren't excited for the K-Fed commercial. I have my VCR set just for that, and don't worry, I'll probably post the YouTube clip (that's already available) of it here another day. I've also had quite enough of the "Deal or No Deal Canada" commercials, but that's neither here nor there.
And because everyone is calling the Colts to win, and I mean everyone, seriously you could dial up my grandma who may or may not know how to use the telephone, and even she'd tell you the Colts are going to win, you just know the Bears (and freakin' Rex Grossman) are going to take the cake. That's just how the wonderful world of sports works.
In honor of such a fabulous weekend, I, Buttug McOysty, offer a super-sized post, a buttugly-lengthed post if you will, so feel free to break out the delicious finger foods you had reserved for the weekend and get your party on with this post!
Also, it's black history month. You know, the month where we remember Rosa Parks for her defiance, yet when I try to pull a similar stunt on others, I just get labeled as "the jerk who wouldn't give up his seat for the pregnant lady". It is kinda nice that both head coaches (one of them is named Lovie, how spectacular is that!) of the Superbowl teams are black, although I've heard/read about it all too much.
On an unrelated note, I'm going to go drink a Coke Black now. Blap blap.
1. I'm a tremendously lucky individual when it comes to Internet prizes.
I have stockpiled about a katrillion of the yet-to-be-released Apple iPhones, on top of already impressive collection of unclaimed airline tickets, e-bay stuff I didn't buy, Rolex watches, and pharmaceuticals.
2. Spam emails are actually notes from the future from myself, either warning me of some sort of impending doom, or future-me is bombarding me with useless information for the sheer amusement of future-me.
Sorting my mailbox by date reveals that most spam emails are sent from the year 2037. There is no other plausible explanation. I refuse to be convinced otherwise.
3. There's spam for just about anything, and when it hits really close to home, even the cleverest of humans can be temporarily fooled.
It was no secret that I was in the Queen's University housing lottery in hopes of landing 2-minute walk from campus accommodations for next year. I was forced to open every single one of the "Congratulations, You Have Won" type emails just in case it was accidentally delivered to the spam mailbox. I had to read over the one from the "housing lottery board" twice. It only served to get my hopes up before sticking a pin in them and laughing.
Some have labeled this approach, the "shot-gun" method. One of my future housemates (can't be bothered to look for the link, he never updates anyways) has taken it upon himself to use this approach when playing match-maker for others. And just like spam, it fails miserably. This method should strictly be reserved for DNA sequencing.
4. Global warming is real and growing!
This needs to be talked about more because while everyone is distracted by the threat of nuclear war, the Arctic is melting and soon the penguins will have no choice but to move southward and invade us, enslaving the human race, and living in our country (no Chevrolet). Us Canadians really aren't prepared for any invasion, even if it is by penguins.
I know this has nothing to do with lessons I learned from spam. But six points just seemed like such an odd number, even though the number six itself is even. And I know it feels weird reading this at point four, but I'm aawesome with two a's and a red squiggly underline that informs me it's not yet an accepted word in the English language.
5. The word "dimpossible" proves that somebody needs to be fired for a poorly written spell-check system.
Either that, or spam is written by kids, and y'all know how I feel about kids these days (myself usually included) and their misuse of the English language.
6. Take Britney Spears, Paris Hilton, and Lindsay Lohan. For better or for worse, they've all had semi-successful careers doing something (respectively, music, saying "that's hot", and acting). But once you get past their supposed day jobs, you realize that deep down, despite their different "talents", they're all just rich, spoiled, snobby, and what I generally like to call, trailer trash!
Spam is just like that. Different titles are slapped on, but they're the same message repackaged over and over again.
7. I may be aawesome with two a's, but I'm still an Idiot with a capital I.
By post number seven, I already wanted to run myself into a brick wall for thinking up such a ridiculous idea that seemed good at the time but reared its ugly head rather quickly. I'll never try this spam email titling system again. And, I've enlisted help for ideas. Come back next week and see how Stupefying Stupidity has changed! In the meantime, I'm off to attend this weekend's festivities (insert your snide remarks in the comment section if you will, I still reserve the right to edit them in whatever way I see fit)! Go Colts!
Thursday, February 01, 2007
cant Farm Bombay
*Preface* Can't? Or won't? The picture from two posts ago was supposed to be contemplative, not depressing. Since when was a serene lake-shore environment depressing? Thank you, HVM, for hitting the nail on the head with your comment. As a result, your blog gets free promotion!
Speaking of depressing, today I wore a pair of blue jeans, a matching blue jacket, and put on a matching set of blue mittens. I only realized this ON MY WAY HOME from work. The diagram below would've been an accurate representation of me had I opted to hold my breath until my face turned blue:
Every time a plane flew by overhead, I ducked down and covered myself for fear that it would mistake me for clear skies.