Tag: satire
Just in Time For Valentine’s Day
Oh, the Horror!
And Now For A Little Audio Fiction
I love listening to audio fiction podcasts and this one had me cracking up. It’s a satire by the one-and-only Fritz Leiber, about factory farming in the far future. Hilarious!
The audio comes from a lovely podcast site, Protecting Project Pulp: http://protectingprojectpulp.com/
Everybody’s A Critic!
Oh, this is hilarious! The old Jewish curmudgeon meets the Avant-Gard French cinema!
This satire is especially funny if you’re familiar with the history of Jewish humorists in the US during the 20th century. What, you’re not familiar with Jewish humorists of the US? Go watch a Marx Brothers movie – Oy Vey!
Travel Posters For Lazy People
The History of English
In ten minutes. No, really. Anyone who loves words – in English, at least – is going to love this video! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
I Couldn’t Resist
My husband sent me this. Every now and again, it’s just fun to take a poke at the other side (respectfully, of course):
Bumper Stickers for 2012
Democrats: cleaning up Republican messes since 1933.
My President killed Osama Bin Laden. How about yours?
You want to take the country back. We want to take if forward.
Tea Parties are for little girls with imaginary friends.
Voting is like driving: choose (R) to move backward, choose (D) to move forward.
Proud to be everything the right wing hates.
Tea Party? White Whine Party is more like it.
After the rapture, can I have your car?
Don’t want government? Move to Somalia.
Save America: spay or neuter your Republican.
Republicans 2012: Keeping millions out of work to put one man out of a job.
Am I a liberal ? Or just well-educated ?
If Liberals hated American, we’d vote Republican.
Is There An Eskimo Word For “No Snow?”
I’ve been bitching about the weather, namely, the lack of it. Here it is, the middle of February, 2012 and it’s warm enough to go outside without zipping up your coat. The ground is brown or straw-colored, with foolish sprigs of green that pop out of the ground, only to get wiped out at the first dip below 32 degrees. Mind you, it gets cold but the snow that’s supposed to insulate things (as well as look nice) is nowhere to be seen. For a girl who grew up in Buffalo, NY and spent most of her adult life in the Boston, MA area that’s just not normal.
In a vain attempt to appease the snow gods, I thought I’d post a very charming little story written and narrated by author Patrick McLean. I first heard his podcast novel, “How to Succeed in Evil,” a few years ago on Podiobooks.com. He’s been one of my favorites ever since. This is a story about snow, and the fabled 14 words for it among the Eskimos. Listen – or read – and enjoy. Laugh! Maybe we’ll get a few flakes soon, no matter what you call them.
Collectables 
