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the americans with no abilities act

From the Lauri blog. I know entirely too many people called some version of this name, including myself and my father’s first wife, who died before I was born, to whom I am not actually related, and for whom I am named. It’s obviously a supernaturally loaded nomenclature.

And this post is a fine testament to the wonders that can be discovered by clicking on amusing titles in “Most Recently Updated WordPress Blogs.”

The Americans With No Abilities ActJuly 5th, 2006

 07-05-2006 , 01:32 PM

Idiot by Richard Thurberry


WASHINGTON, DC – Congress is considering sweeping legislation,
which provides new benefits for many Americans. The Americans With No
Abilities Act (AWNAA) is being hailed as a major legislation by
advocates of the millions of Americans who lack any real skills or
ambition.

“Roughly 50 percent of Americans do not possess the competence
and drive necessary to carve out a meaningful role for themselves in
society,” said Barbara Boxer. “We can no longer stand by and allow
People of Inability to be ridiculed and passed over. With this
legislation, employers will no longer be able to grant special favors to
a small group of workers, simply because they do a better job, or have
some idea of what they are doing.”

Finally, the AWNA ACT contains tough new measures to make it
more difficult to discriminate against the Nonabled, banning
discriminatory interview questions such as “Do you have any goals for
the future?” or “Do you have any skills or experience which relate to
this job?”

“As a Nonabled person, I can’t be expected to keep up with
people who have something going for them,” said Mary Lou Gertz, who lost
her position as a lug-nut twister at the GM plant in Flint, MI due to
her lack of notable job skills. “This new law should really help people
like me.” With the passage of this bill, Gertz and millions of other
untalented citizens can finally see a light at the end of the tunnel.
Said Senator Ted Kennedy, “It is our duty as lawmakers to
provide each and every American citizen, regardless of his or her
adequacy or inadequacy, with some sort of space to take up in this great
nation. As I firmly stated when I first entered the Senate too many
years ago, “Let us never forget, everybody has got to be some place at
some time or other.””

My Summer Vacation: Part the Second

  • Enjoyed a long display of over a hundred of mine host’s wedding photos, with detailed commentary, despite the fact that I was at the wedding and am, indeed, featured in about 25% of the photos. But the babies dancing are cute.
  • Led an animated discussion on the merits of the elephant versus the rabbit vibrator, pointing out obvious advantages of the former, to which Metro replied, “You know why elephants don’t pick their noses? Because where are you going to hide a 30-pound booger.”
  • Devoured at least 750 ml of Sauvignon Blanc, followed up with some kind of pilsner, which is the order in which one should consume them, as by the time the gas from the beer has hit, one and one’s entourage are far too drunk to actually care anymore.
  • Hit the mall. Trust me, in this town, that’s a big deal. Blogworthy indeed.
  • Acquainted mine hosts with the fact that one of the premiere scrapbookers in the U.S. of A. is Blair, from Facts of Life, blogger Lisa Whelchel herself. Her blog’s not half bad, by the way, if you can stand happy Christian housewife types.
  • Missed the Gawker Kristallnacht entirely. Bugger. Jessica‘s a better writer than Jesse, and snarkier, but what they really need is a proofreader, not a co-editor. Unless they’re still hiring. HI, NICK! Darling
  • Had nothing more than a crust of bread for breakfast AND lunch this morning. Shocking, really. Metro and Master Cowfish have a lot to answer for. For which to answer. Whatever.
  • I’ve finally had it with middle-aged men who want to get into blogging but who insist on having their assistants do the writing, and subsequently letting the post ripen in their email inbox for a week, after which it is run through a character and interest removal algorithm before being posted, because they want to be part of this “New Media Thang.” Bust a sphincter, post a first draft, and see if your world really is insecure enough to fall apart as a direct result. Surprise me; I don’t think your life is that interesting.
  • Getting cranky, time for bed.

Art Opening, Lucky Red

Mirmy Invite

Lucky Red Presents:
New Work by MIRMY: Boxes made with real skeletons
Saturday, July 8: 8PM

For the past three years, Mirmy has been producing unique artwork incorporating skeletons and taxidermy, starting with members of the weasel family (which is surprisingly vast)  then moving on to snakes; mostly cobras.
This, her latest collection, features boxes incorporating animal skeletons (2 snakes, a rat, cat, rabbit, skink, fish bat and a frog) as central figures. Always thoughtful, Mirmy has provided most pieces with handy open and shut doors in case sensitive or squeamish guests arrive to view your art collection.
Before the animal rights folks freak out, we’d like to advise people that Mirmy is a proud member of Minnesota Association of Rogue Taxidermists (MART): a group of taxidermists who adhere to a code of ethics regarding not killing living things for the purpose of using them in art.

An added treat for the evening will be a performance by Wendosa, who I am told are two charming young ladies, playing cow-punk in the Lucky Red courtyard.

All in all, a fine way to pass a hot summer evening. See you there.
xox
midnite

LUCKY RED
Union at Main…on the cutting edge of chinatown

What I did on my summer vacation: Part the First

  • I dreamed I was cleaning out my ears with bobby pins. I’m sure it wasn’t the beer; it was the heat.
  • I saw Rattlesnake Island, where Eddie Mansour came to grief, ultimately snapping and taking the staff of the Canadian Embassy in Lebanon hostage, because that is what you do when a clique of white good ol’ boys ruins your dream of a camel-shaped resort (with bonus pyramid!) on Okanagan Lake.
  • Saw Eddie’s Castle (or Eddie’s Folly) the monstrously tacky, 70’s style, pink stucco B&B overlooking Rattlesnake Island, where Eddie slowly, and against all odds, recovered his wits and lost what remained of his fortune. If memory (of his autobiography, From Nuthouse to Castle) serves, several suites had circular beds, one was revolving, and of course there were heart-shaped jacuzzis. Available now for a round $1million, it looks as if it is haunted by the ghost of Robert Goulet: one balcony has fallen off entirely, sliding down the cliff face onto the highway. The once-beautiful view is marred by the semitransparent mist of organisms growing on the windows, and the land is slowly falling, piece by piece, into the lake. It would be a wonderful place to retire and slowly go insane. Perhaps I shall save up enough one day.
  • I saw a double rainbow over Westbank and can now definitively state that the rainbow ends at Canadian Tire. Picture to follow.
  • My only goals for this vacation were A) a sunburn and B) a hangover. A was accomplished the first day. And the second. I have high hopes that Winery Tour Day will allow me to tick off B as well.
  • I can now identify, having towed it for several hours, a ’61 Nash Metropolitan.