Daily Beast’s NOLA writer to rest of Louisiana: “Drop dead”

I’m the type who gets slightly annoyed when people start asking me all about New Orleans, what it’s like growing up there, where to eat, etc. (Answers: Didn’t grow up in New Orleans and let me email my friends who live there to ask them where to eat)

This happens with people who’ve known me for years. This happens with people who’ve read my book, which I think mentions New Orleans all of two times. So, full disclosure, I was prepared to to scream about this The Daily Beast (motto: “We Have More Standards Than Huffington Post: Two of Them to Be Exact”) story based on the headline alone: “Will New Orleans’ Levees Hold?” But hey a website needs traffic and what better to build traffic than to mash up a current catastrophe with Katrina? People love reading about Katrina. Hell, if the Saints played the Super Bowl in 2020, the network would still be falling all over itself to talk about the comeback after Katrina.
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My First Thoughts on Death of Bin Laden

My first thought when the ringing phone woke me last night was, “Why the hell am I dreaming about fighting hand-to-hand combat with a horse? Why won’t he just let me ride him?” (Too much Game of Thrones maybe.)

Then, seeing the time and a few text messages all saying, more or less, “Are you seeing the news?” I thought immediately we were under attack. As my friend Corey said, I slept through 9/11, so it would be fitting.

Of the sixteen million possibilities that went through my head before turning on the TV, Osama bin Laden was not a consideration. Indeed, he’d become all but irrelevant–and I think that will become readily apparent in the upcoming days.

So, TV on, Osama bin Laden is dead. Other thoughts.

Hmmm. Attobad is not a small, frontier village near the border with Afghanistan. It’s closer to Islamabad.

Did Barack Obama know this while he was making jokes about Donald Trump at the White House Correspondent’s Dinner? Awesome, though I don’t know how I would have been able to keep my mouth shut in that situation.

How many of these people in D.C. acting like it’s a Super Bowl party are also the type who profess to be horrified when Palestinians do the same thing?

Why is it that Wolf Blitzer, no matter the situation, manages at some point to make himself sound like an asshole? (Last night, he all but shook his head at the guy on the ground outside the White House and gave him instruction on how to use a microphone.)

How long before someone mixes “I Had a Bad Day” with “I Attobad Day”?

How much sleep will I lose watching this foolishness on a Sunday night? (Answer: five minutes. Back to bed. And, thankfully, no more dreams about horse wrestling.)

Twain Knows Why I Can’t Stand Herman Melville

I’ve long held that Herman Melville is a bad writer, a guy who started out with some interesting stories (Typee, White Jacket) then got so mired down in SAYING things, it became impossible for him to tell a story. Get your knickers in a twist all you like, but with the background plot of Moby Dick, no one should have a problem getting through it. Instead, Melville larded it up with so much blubber it’s difficult for even some more academically minded readers to get through.

It might be different if Melville had a consistent poetry or fluidity to his writing–like Faulkner or Joyce–but no. (And there’s no clearer proof of this than his awful, awful attempts at poetry.)
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‘You Requested a New Facebook Password’

Hell no I didn’t.

Received an email this morning from something purporting to be Facebook (email: ). It says I recently requested a password change and asked me to click on a link at https://www.facebook.com, which looks real.

I did no such thing and I imagine one of three things is happening.

1. It’s an email scam. And lord help society if it is. Because considering some of the stupid shit I’ve seen Facebook users fall for, it’s the sort of scam that’s going to work very, very well. It could very well bring society to its knees! Cows will starve to death on Farmville!

2. Someone’s accidentally trying to get into my Facebook account. Says Facebook: “If you have received a Facebook password reset email that you did not request, it is likely that someone accidentally entered your email address or username when attempting to log in to their account. This often happens if you have a popular username or email address. As long as you do not click the link contained in the email, no action will be taken, and your account will remain secure.”

3. Someone’s purposely trying to get into my Facebook account, which … fuck me. Why? And if I find you, I will stab you about the neck and face.

Dear White, Egg-Laying Angry Bird

You SHOULD look embarrassedYou worthless piece of shit, you. You have one job to do: to lay an explosive egg when I tap on the screen. That’s it. One job. And, lately, you have been failing at that far too often for my tastes. Indeed, if you were an egg-laying hen–if I owned egg-laying hens–I would have killed you and thrown you in a gumbo long ago based on your unreliable production.

Does this happen with Yellow Bird, or Black Bomb Bird or Blue Glass-Bashing Bird(s)? No. Never. Even your more-useless brethren, the Boomerang Toucan, performs every time I tap the screen that second time.

So what, exactly, is your deal? Do you not feel like laying? Perhaps your egg is fertilized and you don’t want to lose your child? Tough titties! You’re on a suicide mission to begin with, so don’t give me any lip. Hell, it’s not like your precious explosive egg is all that useful. It doesn’t do much but make noise. Your spent, eggless body, on the other hand, makes for an effective brick-and-wood bashing projectile.

BUT I CAN’T GET THAT UNLESS YOU LAY THE DAMN EGG WHEN I TAP THE SCREEN.

You’re attention to this matter would be greatly appreciated.

Respectfully,

Ken Wheaton

p.s. Please excuse the coarse language, but the game does awaken a passion inside of me not seen since the original Pitfall Harry.

Another Consumer Complaint

To the staff and customers of Brooklyn home improvement stores:

This note is simply to point out that when two men walk into a Home Depot or Lowe’s to buy a very manly offset smoker, just because one guy is wearing a sensible argyle sweater, dark jeans and loafers does not mean that they are a couple and are looking to have their kitchen remodeled. (Especially if they don’t even OWN!)

And to the guy at the self-checkout kiosk at Lowe’s, if two such people WERE a couple, why were you complimenting only one of the party on his shirt, you homewrecker?

Best,
A concerned citizen

Random Complaint of the Day

To the food-scientists at General Mills:

Gentleman and ladies, I was wondering if you could quit playing with the liquid nitrogen long enough to bring your attention to an important matter. I understand that freezing random objects like bananas and breaking them with hammers can provide hours of entertainment–were I in your shoes, I’d be doing the same thing–but something simply must be done about your Total cereal.

Quite simply, the way in which your cereal compacts itself into my teeth is unacceptable. It’s a fine cereal. It’s got a nice taste, a nice mouth feel (which is something I know you people work on) and, of course, it provides a day’s worth of essential nutrients and vitamins, which prevents me from having to eat 20 bowls of Special K. Yet, after eating your product, it sticks in my teeth–in between them and, curiously, inside the cusps of the molars, as if, once masticated, it turns into a cement of some sort.

Given enough time and saliva, it will disappear of course. But I’m a busy man. And I’m a busy man who doesn’t like stuff getting, as the kids say, all up in my toothbrush. Now, sure, I could pre-rinse. Don’t think I haven’t tried. I swish and swirl. I’ve tried water and milk and Listerine. But it’s still in there and will not budge until the toothbrush is applied. Granted, I can rinse out the toothbrush, but there’s just something downright icky about seeing chewed up Total flakes in my bristles.

I have faith that you can do this. My other go-to cereal, your very own Cheerios, presents no such problem. And while the folks over at Kraft are taking on airs and selling their secrets to restaurant chefs like Grant Achatz, you’ve kept our nose to the grindstone. You’ve managed to get honey and nuts into Cheerios, invented a square-bottomed taco (though for marketing purposes, I understand you’ve attributed this breakthrough to a young Mexican child), and you’ve brought the spark of life into a lump of Pillsbury dough (though I still think some horrible Planet of the Apes scenario will result from this playing God).

I trust you will make haste on this problem. I’d hate to have to launch a #totalfail campaign on Facebook and start a “I Hate Total in My Teeth” Facebook group or, if it came to it, abuse my position at work and launch an investigative series. This is not my style and I’d rather just switch to another brand, but as hinted at above and as made clear in your previous ad campaigns, there is no other Total equivalent and I have neither the money, time or appetite to eat the multiple bowls of cereal necessary to achieve that level of nutrition.

Thank you for your attention to this matter.

Sincerely,

Ken Wheaton

177 Pounds

It’s amazing what cutting out booze, meat and most sugars (except fruit and honey) will do for your weight. Upping the running doesn’t hurt, either. I think I need to get back into the weight room, though. I’m afraid I’ll lose weight everywhere except the ole gut. (FYI, 177 is what I weigh. I’ve lost 10 pounds. Just clarifying after someone on Twitter asked me if I lost 177 pounds.)

Last night, I had a dream that I ate a couple of cookies by accident. I was upset with myself. If you’ve quit smoking, you’ve probably had these dreams. I still have them, over 10 years later. I dream that I smoked a cigarette and I wake up pissed off at myself because I can no longer say it’s been over 10 years. Then I realize I haven’t smoked. And last night, I didn’t eat any cookies.

I’d like to report that cutting out the booze and restaurant meals has saved me a lot of money — and I guess it has — but that’s been canceled out and then some by the shopping I’ve been doing in the wake of the move. Furniture, odds and ends, more furniture. Bleeding money over here. I’ve got two things left to buy. One of those over-the-toilet cabinet things for the bathroom.

And the smoker. This is the bad boy I have my eye on, but of course it isn’t in stock anywhere around here at the moment because Home Depot is a clown show. (Also, I don’t know why it’s listed at that price online. All the stores I’ve called said that in the store it lists for half that.)

But I’m not eating meat at the moment anyway, so no need to rush that one.