Dec 012008
 

kraft-neufchatelEarlier today, as I was opening a package of Kraft Philadelphia don’t-call-it-Cream-Cheese 1/3 Less Fat (marginally more healthy and softer straight out of the fridge) Neufchâtel Cheese (the pre-Thanksgiving sale at the super was 4 blocks for $5… how could I NOT buy 4 blocks?!?), I suddenly realized that in all the years I’ve been consuming it, I’d never said the product name out loud, didn’t recall hearing anyone ever say it and had no idea how to pronounce Neufchâtel!

I’ve never had the need to say it out loud, having always taken it off the shelf when it was on sale, and on the rare occasion I talked to someone about a foodstuff where I’d used it, I always just called it Philly. At that point I realized I was dealing with the only food product available in the U.S. that sounded less special when you used the French name. But I never said the French name and I didn’t know how to say the French name.

Not a spiritual or existential crisis, but still a quandary of sorts. So, when I left the kitchen and returned to my Sino-American laptop*, the first thing I did was a websearch** for “Neufchatel”. Of course, Wikipedia came up first, but its article, while confirming something I’d long suspected, that American Neufchâtel wasn’t the same as the Original French Neufchâtel, it offered no pronunciation guidance. A link to Cheese.com was also disappointing (it didn’t mention the American version at all), the next search result, “Wisegeek”, was no help and the next link after that showed how to make Neufchâtel, but not how to say it out loud.

Finally, Epicurious.com had the too-long awaited answer: noo-shuh-tell, with the accent on either the first or third syllable (but if you talk like I do, emphasizing either will result in a semi-emphasis on the other). As I had suspected and hoped, that awkwardly positioned “f” was silent (it seems like half the consonants in French are silent, doesn’t it?), because ft it weren’t, some American regional accents would make it sound like NERF-CHATTLE. Which is another reason for the bad blood between France and some American regions.

But what this extremely trivial adventure in Web-based research showed me was that, after umpteen years of massive growth in the disorganized database called the Internet, we are NOWHERE NEAR having “everything at our fingertips”. Maybe if Neufchâtel were also a slang term for a sexual practice 99% of us consider disgusting, it would be different. And if it were, it certainly would’ve been in the first five results (I live dangerously by searching in un-filtered mode). Come to think of it, this blog post has probably set Internet Rule 34 into motion. I’m sure Neufchâtel Cheese porn would also feature Smuckers Jams & Jellies (because with a name like Smuckers, it has to be dirty), and bagels… bagels with tight little [THIS STREAM-OF-CONSCIOUSNESS HAS BEEN STOPPED BY WENDELL'S BETTER JUDGMENT]

*it’s a ThinkPad, manufactured far enough back to have an “IBM” label on it.
**after all my documented problems with Google, I don’t even verbify their corporate name anymore.

Dec 012008
 

In honor of the day after the anniversary of Oscar Wilde’s death or something, Stephen Fry, the current Famous Person Most Likely To Be Compared to Oscar Wilde By People Kissing His Ass, has declared today to be Oscar Wilde Day, or as defined on Twitter, #oscarwildeday. His Stephenness has promised undefined “prizes aplenty” for the best Twitter-length “Oscar-style epigrams and bon mots” as well as pictures of “Oscar poses”, because if there’s one thing a Wildean festival brings out, it’s posers. (Also poseurs)

Still, in the words of Dan Le Sac and/or Scroobius Pip, “Thou shalt not question Stephen Fry.” Then again, I buy Coca-Cola and Nestle products (they own Stouffers, dangit), and I occasionally make some noise for Detroit, quote me happy and shake it like a polaroid picture (for certain values of “it”). But I digress.

It was fun digging through my own quotes for something Wilde-ish sounding…

“Those who are allowed discretion rarely practice discretion.”

“Question Authority, and in time, the authorities will question you.”

“Those who define depravities are the best qualified to perform them.”

And tossed in my own commentaries on some Wilde quotes:

Oscar Wilde said “Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live.” and I can’t top that.

Wilde said “I am not young enough to know everything.” I’d reword it: “I’m too old to know it all”, but I’m an ass.

“Anyone who lives within their means suffers from lack of imagination.” No longer true since now you can do it with no imagination at all.

When it came to the visual portion, striking a Wilde-like picture pose, I knew from past over-exposures that that was something I just couldn’t do, but then remembered that, with a little photoslop work, nothing is impossible.
wendell-oscar
First Santa Claus, now Oscar Wilde. I can’t even guess what bodies my face will be pasted upon next…

Nov 302008
 

Having barely survived the Thanksgiving holiday (stomach flu before the big food day), I began to consider ways I could do my part in fighting the War On Christmas.

Then I noticed one of the ‘classic ads’ with a Coca-Cola-drinking Santa Claus, looked over at the can of Cherry Coke on my desk (DON’T JUDGE ME YOU RED BULL ADDICTS), and decided to end my life-long boycott of dressing up as Santa (at least for a little photoslop paperless-doll dress-up):

Wendell Claus

Wendell Claus with Elves

Oh, yeah, I’m really gonna enjoy kicking those elves around, especially after they put my elf-kicking shoes on me. Bwahahahaha.

Nov 252008
 

It’s an oddly nostalgic night on Twitter, with wilw (TAFKAWesleyCrusher) seeking and finding old “Night Flight” broadcasts, a self-professed “Linux Geek” out-geeking me on Classic Comedy and helping me find the Goon Show movie spin-off “The Case of the Mukkinese Battle Horn”, and a fast-spreading meme in which Twitterers fessed up to what they were doing “on the internet 10 years ago”.

oxy2k Which was my cue to link back to the only web project I was doing then that has survived (although I’m almost relieved that the others have not): The OXY2K, the Unauthorized Official Millennial Oxymoron List, 2000+ Oxymorons for the Year 2000 and, for a few months, the largest oxymoron list on the Web.

Welcome to a world where disobedience is always civil
the fire is always friendly,
the odds are even
and even the grief is good.

Here you can always act naturally,
be alone together
and enjoy your death benefits.

Here, all the shrimp are jumbo
(and always fresh frozen),
every donut is a Krispy Kreme,
every hamburger a Whopper Junior,
and it’s all so wholesome.

If your truck is a Dodge Ram,
your CD a mini-jumbo
and your software is Microsoft Works, then this is your home.

Of course, all generalizations are false (including this one).

Nov 242008
 

In late ’06/early ’07, I made a little attempt at webcomicking that I called Photoslop (I still can’t believe nobody got to the domain name before me), which represents my graphic style very accurately. It was supposed to be a daily topical single-panel using news photos, but before Daryl Cagle could discover me or the AP could make me Cease & Desist, I ran out of gas and abandoned the experiment. But not before I did the following cut-and-paste-arama that is even more relevant today:

Mikaeel

And considering what was scaring people back then, I had to use the badly-cropped bomb-hat elsewhere…

Nov 242008
 

It seems that the fact that P-E (that’s short for President-Elect because I don’t want to keep typing President-Elect over and over like I just did now… d’oh!) Obama is lobbying for a College Football Playoff is considered “Another difference with the baseball administration of George W. Bush”. I don’t find that particularly reassuring, when I think of how that other George, the Late Great Mr. Carlin, dissected the mindsets of the two sports in this classic monologue (totally SFW language, unless you work where everybody hates Sports):

Of course, it can be noted that GB2 never really ran things like a Baseball Manager (and the more that the term CEO becomes synonymous for Scumbag, the more his original promise to be “a CEO President” makes sense… but I digress), and his foreign policy/military policy seemed much more Football-based. Maybe he was just a football coach like Charlie Weis of Notre Dame.

But enough for Bush-bashing. If you’re getting into sport analogies, BHO’s hoops skillz suggest he’ll go more for a Basketball approach… man-on-man or zone defenses with occasional double teaming and full-court press. Offensively, I hope he can mix it up between going inside for the lay-up, feeding to the big guy in the center and taking the outside shot (and not just use the three-point attempt in desperation plays). I just hope he doesn’t get called for Traveling or has to resort to drawing fouls or running down the clock. I have no idea how any of that applies to either diplomacy or warfare, but it sounds more fun than anything we’ve done for a long time. And that’s why I am nobody’s advisor.

Nov 242008
 

If you’re subscribed to my RSS feed via FeedBurner, please be advised that I’ll be pulling the plug on that soonish and bringing the WendellFeed ‘in house’ where I will perform mostly unsuccessful experiments on it. Best bet: change your RSS subscription now to http:///www.wendell.me/feed/ which currently semi-redirects to FeedBurner. And read my guest comic at My Life In A Cube. (I can’t stop plugging it; I disproportionately proud)

And if you came here from MLIAC, I’m usually more entertaining than this. Flu-like symptoms + inept website maintenance = makes Wendell a dull boy.

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Nov 232008
 

As a serious Webcomic Wannabe, I dream for opportunities to use my meager artistic abilities on a Guest Comic for somebody you’ve heard of, and, well, if you’ve never heard of Shane Johnson’s My Life in a Cube, YOU SHOULD NOW! Yes, it’s a semi-scary moment from my own cubicle days, re-created in my PhotoSlop style… Shane’s use of recognizable office supplies for the canvas of his office tales makes his work some of the most distinctive on the web, but his obviously improved attitude since quitting the cube job he was documenting did take some of the edge off his humor, so he wisely went looking for volunteers with their own tales, and, well, I got plenty…

Nov 212008
 

(the famous last words of Bullwinkle J. Moose)

It appears that I need to spend some time under the hood of this clunker of a blog to make it “fully functional”, as Data would say. all hail hypnotoad But if I don’t make this mess 100% compatible with WordPress 2.7, Mozilla 3.1, IE 5.5, AT40 and Toyota RAV4, it might revert to 1999 formatting, with iframes, BLINK tags, Comic Sans fonts and Tripod banner ads, and nobody wants that.

alert! alert! a big fat lert! Most of the posts in the immediate future will be to the effect of “does this look right?” or “does this make me look fat?” Please bear with me, and give me some feedback, especially if pictures of Hypnotoad, the Drudge Alert Whirly-Lights or other disturbing imagery should appear anywhere on this site. Thank you.

my name is bill

Nov 182008
 

You would think that with Twitter down for several hours for “database maintenance”, that I would get back to my blog. Actually, a new/old laptop and an obsessive desire to set it up so that I can’t “dis-organize” it are the current culprits. But be pre-warned: I’m working on a long post that may be the most controversial, unpopular and digg-able thing I’ve ever written here.

Until then, here’s something I did with Twitter’s new whale-free Image of FAIL:
cone of fail

And if any of you newer readers (all 7 of you) missed my previous graphic work, “Twitteral Difficulties”…
twitteral difficulties