Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Quit trying to kill me, daydreams

Ideal human
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Science research experts are always conducting important studies about the crazy world around us. On this blog alone, we've discussed many exciting new findings: commercials are secretly awesome, teenagers are forced to act like teenagers by text messaging, coke-addicted bees like cocaine. WHAT ON EARTH! Today our trusty science-doers did some science and turned around 3 times clockwise and spelled "murder" backwards while breathing out and decided that people who daydream are more likely to be sad than people who never think about anything.

In order to communicate the specifics of the study to its simple-brained readership, the New York Times first launches into a few sex jokes, because part of the study involved the "doing" of "it." Ew, ha ha! Ok but so. This study was conducted through use of an iphone app, which is a highly delicate scientific tool that helps eliminate unneeded data from the non-iphone having, non-important population. The science phones found that the happiest people alive are boning. The next happiest people alive are exercising. After that, carrying on conversations. These are apparently the world's most terrible conversations because they are less fun than physical exertion. They are text conversations with Tiger Woods' sloppy seconds. They are conversations about getting divorced and selling the Barbie Dream House and accidentally hitting the poodle with the Range Rover.

After the terrible conversations and social interaction torture stuff comes a few more every-day-type activities, then shopping, then spending time with the kids, then reading. I call bullshit on parenting being more fun than reading. I mean, right? Maybe they specifically mean more fun than reading those dumb Drug Advisories (TL! DR!) in our prescription pill bottles, which is literally the only thing Americans do read, unless you count Harry Twilight: The Girl with the Da Vinci Code.

Next the article quotes one of the science experts, who says it is totally bizarre to realize that people around him are daydreaming right fucking now! Wild! He is freaked out because it turns out not everyone is a robot zombie concentrating fully on the engaging tasks of walking around and respirating.

Now we get to the conclusion-ish part of the study: regardless of activity, people who concentrated more fully on the shit they were doing were happier. This means that daydreaming makes us miserable! Alternate explanation? I don't want to go too far out on a limb here, but: maybe people who focus intently on grooming, tying their shoes, watching Too Many Half Men, what have you, without getting distracted by any thoughts about politics, film, literature, their social life, their professional life, their cat, etc.... maybe those people are not the sharpest tools in the Department of Detainee Affairs. In the toolshed! I meant toolshed. Awkward.

Of course, such a correlation would also imply that smarter people tend to be more miserable, and except for one or two- oh shit. I just found this

List of Smart People Who Killed Theyselves

1. All of them

Well whatever. Jury's still out until I get an iphone.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Quit trying to kill me, Women

Scary She-bitch

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/12/02/fashion/02love.html

Women are the worst. When a man doesn't like you, he is all up front and honest about it. He'll call after a date and explain "Although I enjoyed our drinks, conversation and/or sex, I don't see this going anywhere, and I encourage you to stop checking your text messages every 6 minutes." Real talk! And with each other, men are even more open and communicative, eager to discuss their feelings and explore problems that may have come up in a friendship though a little honest shouting, or punching. Women, on the other hand, are not about honest punching. They are about lying, judging, lying about judging, and generally being total secret sociopaths.

In Kelly Vallen's expose about which gender is the worst (it's women), she cites her college days as a popular sorority girl turned lame non-sorority girl. Apparently she went to a party for popular sorority girls, then got date raped by a fraternity boy who turned out to be totally nice. He and his brothers all apologized for both raping her, and observing the rape, which, I think we can all agree, is the upstanding thing to do when you have raped someone. She points out that this was very straightforward and honest of the fraternity brothers.

Not so for the women. Some period of time later, her evil best girlfriends expelled her from the sorority, a psychological torment that stuck with her many years after the rape incident was just another wacky tale about her wild college days. The girls claimed to dislike her for other, unrelated reasons, but Kelly knew it was a direct result of having had sex in college. Which is strange because, also according to Kelly, her sorority sisters' favorite reacreational activity was "coordinating the termination of unwanted pregnancies," a sport which sounds both tricky and rather alarmingly co-dependent. Divest of the amazing sorority friends she had made a few weeks earlier, who had clearly forged a deep bond with her over the course of one semester, Kelly came to realize that all women are similar to the members of her sorority. She did not attempt to make less popular, non-sorority friends, because she knew those girls would be just as exclusive as a group of people that forces you to pay scads of money for the privilege of hanging out with them.

Now, as an adult, she continues to steer clear of women, "begging off" the only known places to make female friends, such as the "charity circuit" and "country club scene." No such trouble with the gender responsible for snagging her virginity in front of a bunch of dudes when she drunkenly passed out- boys will be boys! Plus, she points out- "They did not blame me"- for, you know, being raped by them. Score 1 for Team XY!

In sum, while both men and women have the potential to hurt, betray, and commit felonies on you, only one gender will kick you out of the best sorority ever and ruin your life. Quit trying to kill me, Women!

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Quit trying to kill me, Estate Tax

"End the Estate Tax," written in Science
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The estate tax is sometimes referred to as the "death tax", a title which does little to convey the horror of the "Put you in your unmarked grave and steal from your innocent orphaned children while they cry tax". Most taxes are trying to kill us, but the estate tax in particular has death right in the name. Fortunately there is an economist named Casey Mulligan who wrote a ground-breaking expose, all full of numbers, that utilizes the Scientific Method and several Punnett Squares to prove these previously unsubstantiated murderous urges. For starters:

The estate tax brings in only about $20 billion a year despite marginal tax rates that have varied from 45 to 55 percent, because of its large exemptions and many loopholes.

If there's one thing we can all agree on, it's that $20 billion is not much money in the grand scheme of the universe. For example, the U.S. has TRILLIONS of dollars. And the Earth has QUADRILLIONS of dollars! Who knows what kind of illions of dollars exist out in Deep Space. My point being, if the government is only making 20 billion bucks on something, why even bother? Every $20 billion dollars they receive should just be sent right back where it came from with a big old haughty "Um, thanks, but no thanks" note written in cursive on a silk notecard.

Maybe, though, Mr. Mulligan is not trying to say that $20 billion is a negligible amount of money that he'd sooner walk past on the street than waste precious energy bending over to pick up. Seems like he is just trying to point out that - hey! With that high tax rate, on the richest people in the country, shouldn't we get more than $20 billion out of it? Sounds to me like Comrade Mulligan is advocating a stricter estate tax, one that would eliminate a couple of those loopholes and provide more revenue. This makes no sense to me, because people who have just died should have control over what happens to all of their excess money!

Fortunately, Dr. Mulligan, Ph.D. of dollar signs, does not want that at all. He, like me, does not want to unfairly burden the hardworking zombie population of dead people who seek to control their fortune from beyond the grave. And he has a completely mathematical reason for it, like the part in My Beautiful Brain when Russel Crowe comes up with that equation which proves a tie is ugly. And the equation goes: semi-circle, angle, divide by square root of 2, OMG GENIUS IT IS SO UGLY. Anyway, here is the math reason:

The huge potential for avoidance behavior is exactly why the proposal is so damaging from an economic point of view. Taxes affect behavior, because taxpayers take steps to pay less tax.

Aside from having a way with the English language, Sir Mulligan of Stratford-on-Uppers here puts forth his central thesis: The estate tax is not worth having, because it is costly to society to have so many titans and tycoons and tie-understanders wasting their energy and money figuring out how to use loopholes. That time could be used for the betterment of society, and instead our Billionaire Brain Trust has to devote whole hours to figuring out how to get out of this tax! What a waste! I have heard from ALL of the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, independently, that they do not have any free time at all! And who's to blame but starry-eyed democrats, foolishly believing that taxing the rich would result in the rich paying taxes.

The article goes on to use economic theory, based on theoretical happenings at theoretical companies, to demonstrate why, when a group of people tries to avoid being taxed, we should just stop taxing them to save everyone the hassle. Of course, we should note going in that economic theory models this behavior by assuming that individuals and businesses have perfect knowledge and understanding of legislation, and that all large institutions are so supremely well-managed and lacking in bureaucracy, they are able to instantly and completely alter their operations to pursue the absolute most profitable course of action. That is the one tiny assumption that economists make about literally every single situation! Which fortunately simplifies everything a ton. Phew.

Let's take this phone example. In the article, Mulligan says that a theoretical company he just made up, which sells only his favorite things and is located in Lando Calrissian's Cloud City (cool!), makes 1000 phone calls every day. Then the mean old government fartcarts come in and charge a 1 cent tax on each call. Well obviously the company has no choice but to try to evade this tax! Because that is how one handles taxes. So in Captain Mulligan's sexy fantasy company on Planet Perfect, CEO Hawking and CFO Batman are all, "fuck THIS noise. We will simply reduce the number of phone calls we make every day to 800. Now we will not have to give so much money to that miserly old public good douchebag."

In order to demonstrate how legitimate these example numbers are, below we have a chart designed to show non-economists just exactly what kind of serious chart-worthy shit they are fucking with:

CHART, BITCH *

*all numbers have been made up to demonstrate a point

I'm going to go ahead and consider how this Royal Decree, which was immediately spaketh from on high, would be implemented. Someone in charge could tell all the employees to make 4/5ths as many phone calls as they have in the past. The employees simply tally the number of calls they are making each day, and when they reach number 5, they have to use an alternate form of communication, such as e-mail, or yelling. This policy is easily instituted and enforced!

Let's even assume I am taking the whole 4/5 thing too far. 80% was just an example from Duke Mulligan! Now the company just wants to reduce the total number of phone calls by some amount. Why can't they merely ask the employees to make fewer phone calls? It would be like in World War II, when instead of instituting rations, the U.S. asked everyone politely if they could use a little less scrap metal, and we all pulled together to kill Hitler and Japan! Asking a large group of people to decrease their total use of a shared resource is a completely practical way to achieve Herr Mulligan's result.

Now that we have changed the number of phone calls our company makes by mere force of will, let's look at the damages that befall our helpless little Corporation. For example, "some customers might be lost because they were not called". Our meticulously managed made-up company created complete coordination of the entire workforce on the first issue, but now they are not calling important customers, on purpose, in order to reduce their Phone-a-friend Taxes! The company memo must've insisted that employees refrain from making all extremely important business calls in an effort to avoid paying a tax on it. Losing business is small potatoes if it means a marginal reduction in taxes!

Of course, if that happened, it would almost be like they were acting against their own best economic interests, which actually is something that companies made up of non-perfect-robot humans do. However, that is not something we can admit elsewhere in this theoretical set-up, because if we account for human error and unpredictability, there would be no way to reliably predict the economy's response to a given policy. And based on the last few years of extremely reliable economic prediction on the part of top economists, that is not the case at all!

After demonstrating the uber-lameness of taxing the vast storehouses of cash America's Captains of Industry and Bruce Jenners leave behind for their deserving, silicone progeny, General Mulligan puts a nail in the coffin with his concluding statement:

I agree that the estate tax’s best attributes do not derive from economic efficiency, but rather its contribution to the sport of envying some of the love-to-hate members of America’s rich.

Petty old envious public! Envying the hard-earned billions of hard-working people who worked so hard to earn insanely wealthy parents! This whole country full of bulllies is just making a sport of the rich for no reason at all except total meanness! That money doesn't mean anything to the government as some kind of silly currency that can be exchanged for goods and services for the betterment of the nation- no, no, the estate tax money goes in a special box in a safe with pictures Paris Hilton on it, where the crude, jealous populists who can only DREAM of dating Brandon Davis go to look at it and laugh and laugh. Nothing but a bizarre vendetta against blameless billionaires who were probably not 100% responsible, and maybe not even 90% responsible, for the huge job and income losses across the entire country.

And finally, we have a viable alternative for the Estupid tax:

If necessary, the small revenue loss could be recovered with a tiny increase in the rates of a broader-based tax, like the taxes on payroll or personal income.

We could make that same amount of money with a more efficient tax! Like say, if you just apply a tax to someone who is earning an income, rather than inheriting sacks full of cash wads. This will be more efficient, because the storied American Elite will not go around creating "excess burdens" by figuring out ways to avoid the taxes. I definitely want to save our nation from those excess burdens! Those burdens are probably the worst burdens around these days!
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On a final note, I would like to point out that the Murderous Murder Tax is costing our economy the valuable productivity of one Casey Mulligan, who could be carrying out the far more crucial work of eliminating all government inefficiency by putting an end to taxes entirely, and/or spreading them among the non-tax-lawyer having rabble, as punishment for their attempt to bring down the Overclass out of straight-up jealousy.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Quit trying to kill me, text messaging

ROAD TO DELINQUENCY

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/11/16/health/research/16behavior.html?ref=health

Text Messaging Research has long been a well-regarded arm of the child psychology field, outshone only by Hot Topic t-shirts and Who-Got-Invited-to-Anna's-Party Studies as the most vital tool enabling us to understand today's youth. This week the Times wrote up findings that indicate increased text activity is probably forcing your teen to drink underage, smoke pot, smoke meth, have sex, join sects, know what a Ke$ha is, and generally get into all the types of Trouble most feared by yuppy parents the East-Coast-over. Non-pastel short wearing is probably in there somewhere too.

Exemplifying some of the most rock-solid logic around, Dr. Frank of Case of Beer Western notes that:

“It does make sense that these technologies make it easier for kids to fall into a trap of working too hard to fit in. If they’re working that hard to fit in through their social networks, they’re also trying to fit in through other behaviors they perceive as popular..."

Of course! Kids who are working too hard to fit in- you know, texting strangers on their phones in a desperate attempt to meet people - are obviously going to try cigarettes and meth so the other meth-addicted children will accept them. The kids who are not sending 120+ daily text messages are well-adjusted, because they are not trying to fit in. They don't give a rat's ass about being excluded from crazy warehouse rave orgies, they are far too cultured and busy with the upcoming Rotary Club fundraiser to take notice. Normal teens do not care very much about fitting in! Basically, if your kid starts sending a lot of text messages, they are going to become popular later on. I can't wait to read Dr. Frank's upcoming paper about how interest in school musical theater programs can later lead to raging homosexuality.

Near the end of the article, there's a brief note about another, less important correlation: turns out kids who spend 3+ hours on facebook and send 120+ text messages per day tend to have MORE permissive parents.... as in, parents who are less likely to trick their kids into eating food from multiple food groups, believing Calculus turns out to be useful later in life, and fearing Class A narcotics (psh. Suggestible kids). In other words, teens who over-use the text message function on their phones are more likely to have terrible parents. Which can only mean.... TEENAGERS WHO TEXT SAP THE PARENTING ABILITY OF NEARBY ADULTS.

I suspect that, as soon as text messaging is done disarming the once-vigilant grown-up population, we will be overrun by this brand-new type of teenager that engages in extremely shocking activities like alcohol use, sometimes skipping french class, and boning.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Quit trying to kill me, virologists

I'm aware that shark preservationists and Dickinsian workhouses are not yet recognized as the major public health threats they'll turn out to be. However, if you want to be terrified out of your soon-to-be-melted mind about something that is really and truly trying to kill me/you, read the Hot Zone, or allow me to Cliff's Notes it for you below:

A while back, a disease called Ebola started appearing in random African villages and killing 90% of the population faster than you can say "telethon." You may be suffering from Ebola virus if you exhibit the following symptoms: your internal organs melting into a goo, followed by blood leaking out of all your orifices (including your pores!) Hearing rumors of the virus on late-night cable, some helpful white people in spacesuits came for a visit, checked out the scene, and took the Ebola home with them as a nice souvenir. And except for several incidents of secret contamination which scared the living shit out of everyone, there have been no incidents of secret contamination. The end.

But no worries, we now have expensive labs that, although they house the deadliest and most gruesome disease on the planet, are also equipped with the most modern, technologically advanced safety regulations that would never, ever, until three weeks ago, allow some virologist to just up and stab themselves in the arm with a contaminated needle. Seriously? Shouldn't you have been wearing some kind of needle-impenetrable gear or something? Were you sunbathing in there, Unnamed potential destroyer of the human race, who by the way remains unnamed because your fellow researchers, plus anyone who's ever gotten high and read The Hot Zone in 10 increasingly nightmarish hours, would want you incinerated immediately?

Accidental Self-Stabber Doe has apparently caught a lucky break, because 3 weeks later she has no symptoms of Ebola. This is either because she never contracted it, or because the untested vaccine she was injected with a few hours later counteracted the virus. Erring on the side of caution, everyone at the East German Final Solution Center has of course mandated that the virologist in question stay quarantined for at least another- THEY ALREADY RELEASED HER CAUSE SHE SEEMS OKAY??? Did they also send her on a lovely European tour vacation package as a "get well soon" present?? Seriously, they should let her take a few weeks off to recuperate and, you know, swing by every major city in the Western World. And please share your water with her, since hydration is an important component of staying healthy!

Well, as least the Scientific American article, which by the way is posted on a "60 Second Science Blog", since apparently the possibility of all human life on the planet being eradicated deserves one minute of attention, ends on a positive note. It points out that this kind of thing has happened before, in 2004, and look how many Apocolyptic events we had that year: zero. I will take this as a heartening sign that accidental Ebola contamination is just a fact of Ebola research that will continue to occur, and continue to probably not result in Apocolyptic events. Phew.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Quit trying to kill me, people who save money

American woman in perfect psychological health

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/24/science/24tier.html?ref=science
There are crazy people out there in the world. Some of them are schizophrenic, or sociopaths, or people with OCD, or people with OCD, or people with OCD. But no one can top the motherfuckers the nytimes recently unearthed in the name of public safety: people who can't stop not spending their money on crap.

As I need hardly point out, spending all your cash plus some other cash that AIG loaned you signifies to enemy combatants that you are an American with American values, ie. an inherent hatred for budgeting and soccer. But to some crazy people, living among us at this very moment, saving money is a growing, irresistable urge, an urge that can be attributed to nothing but: a psychological condition. Revel in the logic below:

The victims won’t evoke much sympathy — don’t expect any telethons — but their condition is real enough to merit a new label. Consumer psychologists call it hyperopia

Ah, yes. A term has been invented for it, therefore it is in no way completely made up. Sorry, did I say "invented"? The article goes on to explain that hyperopia is "the medical term for farsightedness." So by "new label," clearly they meant "label that already exists to describe a legitimate medical phenomenon and here is being used in a metaphorical and wholly unscientific manner." Got it.

Anyway, the reason these tragic victims suffering from "Farsighted Disease" are having so much trouble spending money like sane human beings is that they are trying to look at the trivial long-term benefits of holding onto a few bucks. You know, stupid shit like being able to send your kids to college eventually, or making sure your home isn't foreclosed on someday, or being able to bargain your way onto a Chinese Rescue Freighter when society collapses in like 6 months-ish.

In, "Oversaving: A Burden for our Times, " which I think might've been more appropriately titled "Oversaving: The Greatest Burden for our, or any Time," we learn that these are the kind of petty concerns you will one day regret as you lie dying,

When you’re on your deathbed, how much time will you spend wistfully thinking, “If only I’d bought the smaller plasma TV. . . .”?

Seriously, what a ridiculous thought. First of all, when I die, I certainly expect it to be on some sort of thatched flooring, since my bed will have been repossessed after my lifetime of glorious, worthwhile spending. Secondly, as I lie on my deathfloor, I will definitely be thinking "I'm so glad I bought a really huge plasma TV!"

Now someone please do the nation a favor and invent some kind of prescription pill, ideally an expensive one, to treat this terrible affliction. I don't want these people out roaming the streets, casually pretending to be Normal Brained, hoping no one notices that they are only window shopping.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Quit trying to kill me, First Lady guns

Michelle Obama threatens to crush a child

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/08/opinion/08dowd.html?_r=1&scp=8&sq=michelle%20obama&st=cse
Thank you, Maureen Dowd, for shining the light of truth and hysteria on yet another great threat to our nation: Michelle Obama's refusal to wear cardigans. I really thought you were reclaiming your throne as a muckraking journalist with the Arm Expose of the Century until you do that shamefaced back-pedal thing toward the end of your article and are all like "But I mean..... I'm cool with it."

Apparently, according to Maureen, there are quite a few Silly, Prudish Old People on The Hill who, unlike Captain Dowd of Team Cool, who is totally hip to this new "arm-baring" trend, are foaming-at-the-mouth enraged because Michelle keeps parading around sleeveless and distracting the shit out of everyone with her sick arm muscles. People are trying to legislate around here! It is taking way longer to bankrupt everyone than originally expected! At this rate there will still be people eating in restaurants at the end of the year! Restaurants!

Dowd's article begins with a promising thumb of the nose at the so-called "establishment" with a very informative and news-worthy introduction explaining that, even though Good Writers who write the Rules of Good Writing claim you should never ever start an article with a taxi scene, I'M MAUREEN DOWD AND I'M STARTING WITH TAXIS. Basically, she is the mavarick of American journalism and will go down in history for boldly embracing cliches when everyone else said that it was lazy. However, it's all downhill after that because Dowd, intimidated into silence by the huge and murderous biceps of Michelle Obama, just sort of wishy-washes around about how some other people she knew were totally appalled by Michelle and her J. Crew
whoredom.

In the taxi, when I asked David Brooks about her amazing arms, he indicated it was time for her to cover up. “She’s made her point,” he said. “Now she should put away Thunder and Lightning.”
I’d seen the plaint echoed elsewhere. “Someone should tell Michelle to mix up her wardrobe and cover up from time to time,” Sandra McElwaine wrote last week on The Daily Beast.


However, unlike 2 of Maureen's VIP BFFs (who have oh-so-clever nicknames for the Death Appendages, by the way), plus probably like basically everyone else in the entire DC metro area, who quite rightly have their High-waist White Cotton Hanes in a twist about the obscene First Lady Strip Show, Maureen wants us all to know:

Her arms, and her complete confidence in her skin, are a reminder that Americans can do anything if they put their minds to it.

These days it kind of seems like everything remotely Obama-related reminds the press about Americans being able to work and do stuff. Barack attempting to do his job? Inspiring. Sasha and Malia being children? Inspiring. Michelle having arms that connect to her body? Inspiring. I doubt Maureen Dowd is going to find those arms so commendable when they are crushing the Op-Ed staff of the nytimes for publishing another article called "Obama's Complete Failure to Reverse Time and Undo Eight Years of Stuff that Already Happened."
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I'm guessing that, because President Edgy initiated the Slightly Less Overpriced Clothing Revolution by shopping at stores important people nevah evah used to shop at, he and the missus can afford a few blazers. Put those sculpted arm-beasts on lock, Obams, before she demands more education funding.