Thursday, July 31, 2008

Modernhyena: Fred Basset

Many years ago—1999-2000, to be exact—before joining the last remaining viable comedy entity in print, I tried my own little publication called 'The Modern Hyena Reader.' It was a 'zine', as the crusty elaborately-haired kids say now, that I made while working at the copy shop. There were 2 print issues. When my employers began to notice all the missing clicks, I went online. 'Modernhyena.org' lasted for, oh, about 6 months. Here's something that ran in the online edition (as always, click the pictures for larger versions):

PERVERTING THE
WORK OF OTHERS: WE LOVE YOU, FRED!

Sure, we all love Fred Basset. That irascible, irrepressible canine curmudgeon (and his hysterical, outrageously incomprehensible adventures) has found his way into all our hearts without having to be funny or even make sense. But if there is one lesson I have learned in life that stands higher than the others, it's that there is no thing that cannot be made better through contumely and foolishness. It is in the spirit of bettering a good thing that I present the following ways in which Fred Basset might be made funnier, more insightful, and generally more engaging as an art form. First, here is the original comic, unaltered in any way.


As you can see, Fred is in pickle aga
in. "How," you may rightly ask and not be admonished for it, "could this be improved upon?" Well, I imagine that Fred's appeal is greater in England where, presumably, his life is penned. I know that humor is more sophisticated in the British Isles and less prone to the sentimentality and sensationalism of American humor. He is Benny Hill to our The Simpsons, fine wine to our moldy old nasty sewer slime. Still, this thoughtful British humor could stand further definition for the unrefined American palette. In this example, I have heightened the sense of well-mannered whimsy found in English wit:


This is more in line with the refined and cultured drollery found in such high-minded and well-respected novels as Emma, and Lady Chatterly's Lover. Source material is not to be found only in the writings of the Empire's most distinguished scriveners, though. Here is an example for a more dramatic direction in Fred's ouvre, in the bitter style of Steinbeckian desperation:


As we can see here, the tension betwixt Fred, the weather, and his nameless owner is sufficiently heightened. Fred, ever the intellectual, mourns the loss of his youth as his slow but well-meaning owner encounters poignancy without pretension. The wife gazes silently on, bravely cheerful while inside she is dying. This is just an example, of course. Mr. Alex Graham (who, by the way, is the author/artist of Fred Basset) could probably do much more with these themes. One hallmark of Fred's never win, never surrender journey is it's occasional obscurity. Sometimes Fred is confusing and nonsensical. It is assumed that this is to keep his character ultimately undefined and open to any dramaturgical state-of-affairs. Perhaps a healthy move into this realm could be arranged. A push into the void may awaken Fred's existential awareness in the face of a world hostile to authenticity and enflame post-modern mores:


As you can see, we have tripped the light fantastic without wholly abandoning Fred's proletarian roots. Still, metaphysical and allegorical sojourning don't pay the bills. Service in the cause of intellectual enlightenment is basically volunteer work, so we may need to turn to a more commercial application of Fred's weltanschauung. Following trails blazed by regular American programming we might allow Fred's world to become a stage for topical events to play out, day after day, with storylines ripped from the headlines.


Fred's struggle for acceptance now becomes our own, and we can refer to every strip as 'A Very Special Fred Basset.' We can expect Fred's adventures as a hip young black female lawyer/artist living in a Manhattan loft and teaching Feng Shui to inner city sass-mouthed kids to show us our own foibles, and to make us laugh at our pain. It is in this way that Fred may change the world, after all. Also, the product tie-ins could be very lucrative for whatever company it is that collects revenue from Fred Basset. Again, we must reiterate that these are only suggestions. I would not presume to understand the Fred Basset monad, nor to reingineer the dynamic beloved of all children everywhere. Here's to you, Fred.


My Time Machine

Fuck you, I have a time machine. That's what I'd say to you in the past, because I'm from the future, and I got here in my time machine, asshole. What did you do? you watched 'Shark Week' and masturbated, while I became my own great-grandfather. Want your own time machine? Well don't copy my design, because it's copyrighted. And don't bother copying it then going back in time and inventing it before me, because I already thought of that and put down a bunch of sharp sticks in the past.


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Wednesday, July 30, 2008

A True Story From When I was Poor and Worked at The Copy Shop and Drank a Lot and Was Thinner and Single and Didn't Wear Flip-Flops

I spent far too much time in my 20s working at an infamous retail copy-shop (hey, I was in college, I made my own hours and got as much sticky back paper as I wanted). Even though I've since moved into the professional realm (I now wear flip-flops to work occasionally...is this professional? I'll get back to you on that) I still have inadequacy dreams about working at the copy shop again.

Much like those weird dreams where I'm still in high school, trying to find my locker, and wondering where my life went wrong that I'm a 34-year-old high schooler standing in a cafeteria line, these retail dreams seem to speak to some underlying sense of inadequacy, or even a fear of failure. To make it even worse, in these dreams I'm really good at being a copy monkey, I'm solving people's problems, disarming the most irate customer with easy charm and authority. Of course, the fluorescent lights are flicking on and off and I'm probably nude from the waist down but, hey, it's awesome! I'm good at this!

And then I wake up and feel like shit. I hated that job—I couldn't wait to get the fuck out of there. And now I'm back there, doing great, because - apparently - my current life has just become too much effort and my shitty retail past is now some sort of emotional safe haven. You know what? Screw you, brain. I don't need this. I have enough problems without this crap. I don't need my dreamlife underscoring any potential fear/confidence issues; let's have more of the flying and the naked people, seriously.

Anyway. here's an amusing anecdote from back in the copy shop days:

So it's Saturday afternoon, one of our busiest and, of course, least-staffed times. There's maybe 3 employees in the whole place, and a line 13 people deep. Certainly, every person is a) really pissed off at having to wait 25 minutes to get to the counter and b) totally incredulous that their little project can't be done while they wait. I can sympathize, really.

This slightly older man gets to the counter, finally. A business lackey of some sort (I assume that if people held any real status at their company, they wouldn't be the ones dispatched to the copy shop 30 minutes before the investor presentation is due), he looks like a man who snaps his fingers at waiters and tells cashiers that he's "in a hurry." Bad news, dude, everyone is "in a hurry" here. He's red-faced. He's angry. He has a very important project (these people loved to use the word 'critical'... like there's a dying CEO in a cab outside, he could go any second...getting 20 color copies of the Maclellan briefing is his dying wish), and do I know how long he's been standing in line, this is absurd, etc. Like I said, I can sympathize.

He wants about 100 stapled copies of some packet. I want to tell him that he just waited in line 30 minutes for something he could have done himself in 5 minutes at a self-serve copier—but that would be assuming he had a real-world skill such as, say, operating a copier or using applied logic. Instead I take his papers in-hand and look at the machines behind me in the grand drama of "oh, let's see if we can do it now, oh drat, the machines are all in use, etc." But—holycrap—a machine actually is available, it just finished running something for some other red-faced person.

So I run this guy's job. It takes, oh, maybe 6 minutes. The whole time he just glares at me from the counter. He refuses to budge from his spot... no going to sit by the window for him: if I don't feel his hateful, burning gaze, lord knows I'd probably go on a break, or forget about his job, or go do whatever-the-hell-it-is I do to waste his time.

So I bring the copies back up to him and start to ring him up. I'm thinking, that went perfectly. Actually, I'm thinking 'this job is living hell, I wish I was dead,' but let's just say I was thinking 'perfect.' He looks down at the copies. I had placed them facing me. In a thin rage barely concealed as would-be authoritarian tones, he loudly says:

"this is all wrong. This is all wrong, I can't believe this."

Shocked, I wait for more info... how can it possibly be wrong? He looks at me with a clenched jaw and says,

"you printed these upside-down."

I reach forward and slowly turn the copies 180 degrees, so that the print is now facing him. A big vein appears on his forehead as he thinks for a few beats, and then says:

"I don't like your attitude."

I wasn't sure if I wanted to laugh in his face or scream and 3-hole-drill myself in the head. I think I said something like, "well, let's just get you paid and get you out of here." Hah hah, funny, right? Yeah, I worked there another 2 years and it just got worse and worse. Maybe next time I'll tell you about the lunatic who used to come in and have us copy all his creepy fan mail to Christina Ricci, until he discovered we were making copies for our own amusement.

No, I should not be dreaming about this.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

101 Uses for a Can of Corn

1. Eat corn, dispose can



2. Dispose corn, eat can (not recommended)



3. Set can of corn on levitating object to prevent object from levitating into ionosphere (light-weight objects only)



4. Hurl can of corn at attacking enemies - especially useful if enemies are allergic to corn or cans.



5. Give can of corn to child who begs you to purchase a toy for them - explain that you are poor



6. Open can, dispose corn, dispose can - feel unsatisfied



7. Stand on can of corn to appear taller, more confident



8. Place can of corn on side, lay a board across it, make fulcrum - demonstrate basic physics to jaded inner-city schoolchildren



9. Give can of corn to child who has misbehaved - explain that next time the can will contain bees, not delicious corn



10. Place can of corn on your head - you are the only person doing this; feel superior



11. Use can of corn as currency - buy more corn



12. Throw it away like you’ve thrown everything away, damnit



13. Install can of corn as third-world Junta leader - find some humorous play on kernel/colonel in subsequent headlines



14. Throw into fire, unopened - what will happen?



15. Worship can of corn - act surprised when the One True God smites you



16. Place can of corn on your cat’s head - you are the only person doing this; feel ashamed



17. Freeze can of corn, slice into ultrathin wafers, photograph slice-by-slice to create virtual ‘flythrough’ can of corn



18. Fall in love with can of corn



19. Sit on can of corn, think about things



20. Place can of corn under pillow - corn fairy will leave you a piece of string and a faulty matchbook



21. Pretend can of corn is Bigshot Broadway Producer - sing like you’ve never sung before



22. Perform ‘can of corn’ confidence scheme on unsuspecting mark



23. Sleep with can of corn, imagine you are sleeping with can of beets



24. Mail can of corn to someone in France, see what you get back (if anything)



25. Place can of corn in toilet - immediately regret doing so



26. Fire can of corn from rocket, see what atmospheric conditions aid or impede velocity



27. Try to explode can of corn using only your mind



28. Use can of corn as a visual aid as you wonder aloud about modern canning techniques and technologies to anyone who will listen



29. Try to explode can of corn using only a nine volt battery, six slices of American cheese, and a gum wrapper



30. Steam label off can of corn, place onto can of green beans - bask in the hilarity



31. Pour canned corn into wonton wrapper, deep fry - market as ‘molten grevious mouth-injury blobs’



32. Use can of corn as an alibi



33. Place can of corn in pants - explain that this is how things are done where you come from



34. Use can of corn as paperweight - note bitterly that you have no important papers to weigh down



35. Place can of corn in time capsule, include note explaining that great herds of can of corn once roamed the prarie - this is one of the last remaining specimens



36. Bring can of corn to modern art museum, place on open floor in middle of walkway - feel jilted when no-one mistakes this for art



37. Bring can of corn to job interview - before answering any questions, ask for a moment to consult the can



38. Attempt to reanimate canned corn with Lovecraftian inacantations



39. Place canned corn in mouth, pretend to vomit on irritating-coworker/neighbor - apologize profusely



40. Rub canned corn all over your nude body, you sick fuck



41. Introduce measure to gerrymander 9th congressional district to heavily favor wealthy couples - in ensuing political/media fallout, blame can of corn



42. Next time someone asks you what time it is, pummel them with can of corn - now who’s asking the questions?



43. Take can of corn into restaurant, ask waitperson for ‘just a bowl and a spoon’ - think that irritating very busy waitpeople is funny, and not at all a waste of someone’s valuable time



44. Introduce can of corn during a board meeting as ‘a vital new force in the company’ and ‘a visionary leader’ - watch stocks plummet



45. Start a boy band called ‘Can of Corn’ featuring washed up members of other boy bands - also, put a can of corn in there somewhere



46. Plant can of corn in fertile soil, see if can of corn tree grows



47. Use can of corn as a jack while you change your oil



48. Play with can of corn, dress it up, invent elaborate fantasies, who needs friends?



49. Taint can of corn with toxin - reintroduce into market



50. Bring can of corn to brothel, say ‘my friend here needs cheering up’ - think that irritating very busy flesh tradespeople is funny, and not at all a waste of someone’s valuable time



51. Write letter to a distant love on back of can of corn’s label - eat canned corn



52. Liberate canned corn back into the forest - you’re free now, canned corn!



53. Give can of corn to child, explain that their behavior has warranted nothing better



54. Trade can of corn to friendly natives for blankets - starve to death on the wagon trail



55. Smuggle can of corn through security checkpoints, see if anyone tries to stop you



56. Give can of corn to a child, then promptly take it back - explain to child that life will always be like this for them



57. Open can, retrieve single kernel and mail it to supermarket with a cut-out note reading, ‘$200,000 BY SUNDAY - NO MORE STALLING’



58. Empty can of corn into basin, give cat a ‘corn bath’



59. Take can of corn to work, declare it ‘Can of Corn Day’, say ‘So where’s your can?’ Punch anyone who doesn’t have a can



60. Place can of corn into safe deposit box, pretend it is microfilm, pretend you are a spy - get shot to death in Prague by Black Army faction



61. Take can of corn into movie theater, ask if you can put buttery topping on it - think that irritating very busy cinema staff is funny, and not at all a waste of someone’s valuable time



62. Take photographs of can of corn, post on Flickr with tag ‘can of corn’ - waste valuable internet resources



63. Vote can of corn in ‘08



64. Test teleporter on can of corn - fail to understand that 2 broken toasters, Legos, and several feet of licorice do not a ‘teleporter’ make



65. Start can of corn preservation society - appoint members, collect dues, send out newsletters



66. Start TV show - ‘Can of Corn Variety Hour’ - just a camera trained on can of corn for thirty minutes



67. Circulate rumor that can of corn actually contains the pureed remains of the elderly



68. Take can of corn to your ‘Alternative Lifestyle Senior Prom’



69. Place can of corn under a pyramid, believing that it will make it more succulent



70. Give can of corn to child, explain that corn actually contains the pureed remains of the elderly. Serve corn for dinner



71. Place can of corn into canned fruit section in supermarket - imagine that you have just done something revolutionary



72. Bring can of corn on a first date - explain that your first love is for the corn, the corn, THE CORN



73. Sieve a mixture of canned corn and vinegar through a fine screen - imagine that this will somehow result in moonshine



74. Combine canned corn with a mixture of corn meal, flour, and spices - deep-fry to make corn fritters - delicious corn fritters



75. Combine canned corn with a mixture of suet and birdseed - tell a child that it is a corn fritter



76. Look, do whatever you want, just promise to hurt a child, okay?



77. Make a big list of everything you can do with a can of corn, but don’t use anything from this list - I’ll sue your ass blind



78. Leave a trail of kernels from the forest to your house, see if the corn gnomes will come



79. Use can of corn as a fake bicep to impress the opposite sex



80. Fill your shoes with canned corn in fulfiullment of a misunderstood bible passage



81. Wear canned corn as a facial mask - go out to a social gathering - tell people you were in the great salad bar explosion of ‘99



82. Give can of corn to someone on their 90th birthday - tell them it is 64 more channels of cable television



83. Pour canned corn into your open hand - present it to a stranger in an act of good tidings



84. If you are disenfranchised, you may use can of corn to reenfranchise yourself



85. Duct tape can of corn to small of back to prevent snoring



86. Use can of corn to practice the Popeye spinach-can-squeeze-swallow manouver



87. Eat only one kernel at a time - on the bus



88. Use canned corn as shampoo, use gravel as conditioner, check self into mental hospital



89. Use canned corn as sculpting medium, sculpt giant can of corn



90. Put can of corn into dryer during ‘fluff’ cycle, see if it works as well as Downy



91. Pour milk over can of corn, eat for breakfast



92. Cite can of corn as your primary source in a fabricated NY Times article



93. Cite can of corn as your primary turn-on in a New York times classified ad



94. Pour canned corn into tortilla, eat as a burrito, realize that being high doesn’t make it taste any better



95. Use can of corn to make home-brewed ethanol, save a bundle at the pumps



96. Wear can of corn to trendy nightclubs, see if it catches on with the hip crowd



97. Obsess over can of corn’s imagined criticims of your character and wardrobe - is can of corn watching you right now?



98. Lie can of corn on its side. Now turn it upside-down. Put it on its other side. Wasn’t that fun?



99. Talk can of corn into running for Governor - withdraw support at crucial moment before the primaries



100. Identify can of corn as the number-one cause of America’s moral decline into Liberal anarchy



and...



101. Realize that can of corn is a blessing from Jesus, while can of peas is an abomination of His will



Sunday, July 27, 2008

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