The War on Popcorn

A terrible tragedy unfolded today, one that requires immediate legislative intervention. For once it doesn’t involve me dropping a case Newcastle Brown Ale on my foot.

Yes, this meance far exceeds my klutziness and inability to walk a straight line while sober.
In Valley Stream, NY, a 3 year old boy died during a matinee showing of Alien Vs. Predator. The cause of death: choking on popcorn.

Forget why a 3 year old was in a PG-13 movie with violent content and adult situations when there’s a dearth of babysitters available during the summer months. Never mind that no refund was issued. Instead, consider the true evil, an evil that lurks behind the counter at every multiplex in this country. Contrary to dogma spewed by corporate robber barons, it’s more than an innocent snack, it’s a dangerous substance. A child was exposed to this substance, one provided by a profiteering movie theater to his unsuspecting parents, with no questions asked. And as a result, that child died.

We must do something to save the children and stop this unchecked lust for blood profits. To prevent further deaths by popcorn at movie theaters, I propose a 7 day waiting period on the purchase and sale. During this waiting period, thorough background checks may be run on the purchaser. Should an applicant be found to be unfit, the clerk will have legal means to refuse the sale. Training and certifications on the proper methods of handling and transportation the substance will be strongly encouraged.

Please help us save the children from the evils of a profiteering industry.

And remember, no matter what the death merchants claim, dangerous substance + child = death.

Submissions?

Periodically, I study either Publishers Weekly or a book on the publishing industry. The tome Buddhapuss is munching these days is How to Get Happily Published. So many books in this genre – books about selling a book or getting a book deal – are commercial powerhouses. For instance, there are more than 500,000 copies in print of How to Get Happily Published. That’s way, way out of the stadium from a sales perspective.

A search on Amazon.com for the phrase published returns several pages of results while Google returns 52,700,000 worth of pages.

Here’s 3 observations about this phenomena.

1) Lots of people want to get published. Or at least read about getting published.
2) 99.99 percent of the people who buy these books don’t get published, thus they were ripped off. Look for a class action lawsuit soon.
3) It’s more fun to read about writing, than it is to write and submit something. Not that rejection is all bad, it’s just intimidating. Fear of the no is a lot more potent than actually hearing the word no.

Operation Shock

Every time it looks like New Jersey politics have sunken to the absolute pits of human behavior, it turns out that the sinkhole is far deeper than anyone imagined.

In a shocking move, the governor of New Jersey, James McGreevey resigned yesterday. During the press conference the governor announced that he was a gay American. This was a bombshell to the 10th degree. Before that I never thought of him as gay or an American, just one perpetually pissed off dude with duck lips.

But what an American, even an American who is politically enabled does in the bedroom should stay in the bedroom. Provided everyone involved is a consenting adult, and no local ordinances or dishes were broken, the public can live without the details. Even then we can deal with just the minimum amount of information. Like what color were the broken dishes? Were they on sale?

Citing the potential damage that the allegations surrounding the affair might cause his family and his ability to govern he decided to resign, effective November 15th. The fact that his administration has been mired from day one with accusations of corruption, cronyism or ties with organized crime did not factor into his resignation. This leads me to a startling conclusion.

Apparently being a gay American is far worse to the New Jersey electorate than being a toady for the Mob. By the way, if anyone from La Cosa Nostra is reading this, I love the Mafia. Keep up the good work, guys. I’m in your corner all the way.

Why not resign immediately? If McGreevey resigns before November 15th then a pesky little thing called an election must be held. Believe it or not, in this most foul year of our Lord 2004, New Jersey is seen by pundits as a swing state; one that could go either Republican or Democrat in the November presidential race.

And why shouldn’t New Jersey be a swing state? Heck, our own governor took 47 years to make up his mind about his sexual identity. Are we in New Jersey any less ambivalent about our feelings as voters?

To those of you who see this as yet another step towards anarchy and the decline of Western Civilization, I say this: Welcome to Jersey, gombah. We’re already in hell, and we liked the bus ride here just fine, thank you.

Overslept

There was no blog yesterday because the storm kept my fraidy cats up all Tuesday night – who in turn, kept me awake. Hour after hour they circled the surface of the bed like land sharks with tails, stepping on my freshly crew cut head. Read: zero energy left for anything fun yesterday, including the blog. So the day went to doing errands I’d been avoiding for weeks. But check it out – we got clean clothes and food now!

In the grand tradition of Hemingway and productivity, I’ll either blog 2x today or blog 2x as long on Friday. Granted Papa was way ahead of the Internet thing; but still he wrote a minimum of 1200 of words before quitting to drink for the day. If he wanted to spend the whole day drinking, er I mean fishing, he’d write 2x as much.

He also rewrote the ending to Farewell to Arms 39 times. Now that’s persistence.