I've finally started catching up on the last few weeks of shows and I was about to drop The Time Bandit Chronicles Volume 1 on you today, and then my friend Brett had to go and write this article for City Arts Magazine about the Dunning-Kruger effect and comedy.
If you're too lazy to read the article. Dunning and Kruger posited that dumb people are so dumb, they think they're smart. This is confusing to me because almost everything I do is motivated by shame or hubris. So when I'm shame spiraling, I'm probably being too hard on myself, I wouldn't feel like such a piece of garbage if I was an actual piece of garbage. I would be too dumb to see myself as anything other than a diamond.
I kind of look like a human version of Oscar the Grouch already
So when I'm hubristling out and I'm feeling good, should I take that as a sign that I'm about to do something stupid? Now that I think about it, that's kind of the definition of hubris, isn't it? But if I'm aware that I'm being hubristical, that means I'm self aware enough, and I should probably push right through the doubt. Right?
Man. Life is hard. Case in point, this blog post. Hubris led me to believe I had something interesting to say about this. The mounting shame I'm feeling with every reread says otherwise.
But if putting a sleep mask on this snaggletooth-weirdo is insane, I don't want to be sane.
In other news, David Koechner is on the show today. I once saw him scissor-kick Angela Lansbury. He's funny. You should check it out.
Song of the day Second Hand News Fleetwood Mac
The cable feed at the bar where I was watching the game cut out as soon as the National Anthem started. It stayed out for probably three full minutes. Three of the most panicked, butt sweat inducing minutes of my life. Comcast managed to get its act together long enough to show the entire punking of the Denver Broncos. It rained skittles in the Cask and Trotter for 3 hours and the Seahawks won Seattle's first major sports championship in my lifetime.
With bellies full of Skittlebrau, my friends and I descended on Pioneer Square to join the revelry and maybe flip every car with Colorado plates ("Chevy Colorados too"). We didn't flip any cars, but we did dance in the streets. I high fived and hugged every stranger who wanted in on that action.
I danced alone like this for a while too
When it was time to head home, I knew I wasn't catching a cab in Belltown, so I started running down 1st Ave in the general direction of my Fremont apartment. I chugged down the middle of the street hooting, hollering, high fiving anyone brave enough to put a hand out the window, and offering gentle shoulder pats or window taps to those who weren't.
I didn't know what it felt like to see a team you care about win a championship, but I think the best I could sum up the feeling is, "WOOOOOOO!"
If you have any good celebration photos, send them to me (firstname.lastname@example.org) and I'll put them up here.
Song of the day Ready to Ride by Philthy Rich
I learned the other day that I can embed YouTube videos in these blog posts. Man, if you thought I was phoning it in before...
Stop what you're doing and look at this cat licking a vacuum cleaner.
My favorite part is when the kitty looks at the camera like, "What? why are you so interested in this?" My second favorite part is when the kitty gets his face stuck in there. Silly kitty. If that doesn't tickle you, go get checked out by a doctor. You might already be dead inside, dude.
Song of the day Maldita Dulzura - Vetusta Morla
Everything about that video makes me happy. He's wearing shades indoors. He casually drops an S-bomb on Primetime (the person, not the time period). When asked how he is doing he responds simply, "Smooth." I would pay good money to just watch Marshawn Lynch play Grand Theft Auto V. He's just 'bout that action, boss.
Song of the day Wild Out Borgore