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What would Jack do?

Thursday, January 18th, 2007

I’m not typically one to go off the deep end with zainy ideas and crazy scenarios…oh…right. Well then, who better suited to write this post than myself: Andrew P. Lykens. The “P” stands for “crazy”!

The dawn of man came and went and throughout our history we have fought many wars, lived through many successful times, peaceful times, low times, high times, signs of the times, times tables, and the New York Times. Three big religions have been around for ages and while not everyone believes one thing, it seems most everyone believes something and those who don’t are persecuted harshly for being “non-believers” or “men of science” or “huge nerds.”

Naturally when one thinks of religion one thinks of Jesus and when one thinks of Jesus one thinks of saviors and when one thinks of saviors, one thinks of Jack Bauer…Jack Bauer and gunshot wounds to the leg. This led me to wonder what it would be like if Jesus and Jack Bauer were to have some sort of anachronistic old-west showdown. Modern weaponry and modern rules in a real cowboy fashion - Jesus and Jack going at it, guns blazing.

The obvious choice of victor is Jesus. But then I started to think about Jack and his skill sets, and how he’d fare. Quite honestly, I think it would be the most fair fight of all time. It’d be a struggle with hundreds getting killed in the fray, but Jack and Jesus at a standoff because neither will die (Jesus because he’s a deity and Jack because of sheer will-power) and neither will give in. If one of them chooses to give in, no doubt the other wouldn’t take his life due to the strict sense of honor both characters posess.

Then I got to thinking about the similarities between Jesus and Jack and after some brain-storming have come up with a brief list to compare the two and then rated each feat on a scale of 1-24:

VS.

Jesus:

- Turned water into wine, Rating - 15: While this is indeed a cool skill, it is only slightly above average because all it means is that Jesus will get you hammered for free. This skill is also accomplished by my friend Colin who works as a night club manager in State College, at “Players.” Skill also leads to sick friends, making out with ugly chicks, and gaining weight. All serious drawbacks.

- Died and rose from the dead, Rating - 20: An astounding feat, no doubt. However, due to Jesus’ close relation with God it loses a few points as it raises suspicion that the act was largely due to extreme nepotism.

- Turned a few loaves of bread and some fish into enough to feed thousands, Rating 17: Slightly better than drinking for free, and better for you. However, meals would be limited to some variation of fish and bread. Best possible scenario - Filet o’ Fish - without the mayo and lettuce.

- Helped blind men see, Rating - 10: Below average skill as helping blind people see detracts greatly from hilarity value of those guys with the canes thwacking random people wherever they go. Also, can’t rearrange furniture to play joke on blindies. I’d be worried about being sensitive to this audience, but they’ll never read this! Ha!

- Helped lame beggars walk, Rating - 1: Why would you help a lame beggar walk? It is this author’s opinion that if any beggars should be helped at all, you should only help the cool beggars. Christ, what were you thinking?

- Overturned tables in the temple when being used as a brothel/black market, Rating - 3: The only reason this feat merits any points more than 1 is because it is somewhat violent. Anyone with two arms or legs can overturn a table or two.

Jack Bauer

- Withstood knife carvings, electrocutions, and injections without confessing, Rating - 15: The reason for this high rating is the “without confessing” part. Jesus has also withstood torture (crucifiction) but kept on calling on his dad for help and now many of his followers have to confess on a weekly basis, potentially revealing highly top-secret information.

- Finger-breaking, Rating 20: Jesus broke bread with his would-be enemies. Jack breaks fingers. Far more effective. Typically, assailants are less intimidated by someone who pulls apart a loaf of rye (unless they are made of wheat) versus someone who slowly and deliberately snaps their digits like a bowl of freshly poured rice krispies.

- Ate a man, Rating 21: Did this while strapped to a chair with shackles on. Doesn’t make him a cannibal because he ate only enough to kill someone and not enough to spoil his appetite, making him both polite and effective.

- Responds proactively when subject to betrayal, Rating 19: Another similiarity between Jack and Jesus is betrayal. However, Jesus was killed after he had been betrayed. Jack continues to live. Also, Jack has been betrayed more than once. Also people that betray Jack tend to to be seriously injured or dead afterwards.

- Sawed off a guy’s head, Rating 23: Unlike Jesus in every way, this trait is tell-tale of Jack’s ballsiness. He actually sawed off someone’s head to prove he was worthy of a crime organization…only to infiltrate the organization and kick it’s ass. Jesus doesn’t saw people’s heads off - maybe if he did, there’d be a few less heathens in the world.

- Died and came back to life, Rating - 24: Did this without the help of God…twice.

So what’s the next step in all of this? Why, to start a religion of course. 24ism is what I’m calling it, and here are the guidlines.

The interior of the church will look like the command center of CTU - complete with computer terminals, tall plastic walls, an interrogation room, and a guy named “Johnson” who is occasionally called in to adminster doses of…things from syringes when people aren’t cooperating. Also, high on the main wall, there will be a large, yellow-clock, constantly counting the hours of the day going “Boop…beep….boop….beep.”

The bible for the church will be the CTU handbook, but, since the church is a following of Jack Bauer, it will be often contradicted in action and policy. In fact, the bible will be largely ignored by the membership and in it’s place will be an unwritten code of vigilantism. Of course, members of the church pointing out others going against the bible will be exposing themselves to the possibility that they are, in fact, terrorists and not true followers of Jack Bauer….so…you know….drama!

Tithings will be given in the form of random body parts from actual terrorists. The church will tout this as being an excellent way to fight terror on the homefront, however they expect some criticism from the public as they have no way of actually telling whether or not someone was a terrorist before their decapitation/dismemberment. They’re merely counting on the congregation to tell the truth - because that’s what Jack would do.

The pledge of allegiance will be used instead of prayers, people will carry guns instead of crosses, and in lieu of Sunday school, children will be sent to “safety.” Safety will be defined as any room with a lock and a table to hide under or cabinet or closet to hide behind or in. Simliarly, all hyms will be replaced with patriotic songs.

Confirmation will be replaced - rather than people being dunked in or doused with water, they will instead be shot in the leg…and then left in the jungle to die. Only when they return alive, in better shape than when they left, and with the head of a terrorist, clutched by the hair and brandished above their head, will they be admitted into the church as a member.

Finally, Christmas will be replaced by whichever day in January the 24 premiere first aired. Believers will give each other small packages, but rather than gifts, they will contain bombs that have to be diffused or a radius of 1.2 miles, which, depending on the wind, could spread radiation miles in any direction, causing the death of at least 100,000 people.

I urge you all to go out and shoot people in the leg to spread the good word of Jack. 24ism will sweep the nation as “the world’s bad-ass religion comprised of lethal, terrorist-killing machines!” Go, and may the power of Bauer fill your heart, mind, and trigger-finger.

Dancing Peeing in the streets.

Friday, December 1st, 2006

On my walk back from my company lunch today, I had about 4 blocks to cover. I decided I’d stop in and grab a coffee at Starbuck’s once I paid the bill as well, just because it’s Friday.

As I’m walking down the sidewalk I see a man stop next to a large truck. I’m not sure if he was the driver or not, probably not, but he had his hand on the side of it like he was going to open it up.

Next thing I know he’s firing a stream of urine into the puddle collected from this morning’s rainstorm in the gutter on teh street. His back was turned thanks to what I can only imagine was divine intervention:

Pee-er: Man, I have got to go me some pee!

Jesus: Hold on there Full Bladder McGoo.

Pee-er: Yes?

Jesus: You can’t pee on the street! At least turn around for Dad’s sake! I mean if you want to be seen as an animal I’ll treat you as one, how’s that?

Pee-er: What do you me–

(Jesus grabs a nearby newspaper, rolls it up, and proceeds to hit the man on the nose with it)

Jesus: BAD! BAD! NO! BAD!

Pee-er: AH! Stop! I have to–

Jesus: (in a calm but enraged voice, between clenched teeth) There *smack* are *smack* establishments *smack* all *smack* around *smack* here *smack* that *smack* have *smack* bathrooms! *smack*

Pee-er: You broke my urethra!

Jesus: What a waste of a perfectly good copy of The Village Voice.

I thought to myself, “What kind of a person does this?” And “Who could possibly raise such an ignorant person?”

I then answered mysef, “A disgusting PCP-addicted jerk who most likely doesn’t have a job and steals from babies, grandmas, puppies, and…oh, I don’t know, a church. Choose your denomination or religion of choice and feel free to change the word ‘church’ to ‘temple’ if necessary. As far as who could raise such a person? Here’s a brief list:

1) Franklin
2) A chimp (multiple chimps could probably get the job done right)
3) Multiple chimps under Franklin’s supervision.

In disgust I open the door to Starbuck’s. Upon entering I notice a line. Great. Oh well, I’ll just wait my turn and get my coffee. You know, because that’s what people1 civilized people do. Not 30 seconds later does Mr. Pee-er McStreets come in and saunter to the front of the line. At this point I think to myself, “alright, he’s probably just going to ask where the bathroom i….oh wait a minute. What’s this excellent example of ‘why birth control is great’ up to now?” So what does he do? He asks for some ice water.

Alright buddy, you just emptied your bladder onto the street and the first thing you can think of is that you can’t wait to get your hands on some ice cold water? Then he asks for something else, I couldn’t tell what. The next thing I know he’s given a capuccino cup with who knows what in it (probably milk or a tiny cup of coffee…or maybe some extra prick-sauce because he was running low) and he takes it and proceeds to dump sugar in it. Next thing you know the barista shouts “ICE WATER” in a tone that says “who the hell comes to Starbucks and asks for ice water?”

I couldn’t believe it. This stupid bastard pees in the street, cuts in front of 7 people in line, pays NOTHING, and is out of Starbuck’s and on his way with his conspicuous bag of…well who knows (the weird thing about 6th Ave and Broadway in the 20’s is that there’s lots of people walking around with opaque blue and black bags).

You know who I was most mad at? Myself. I should’ve shoved that stupid jerk into the truck and said “THERE IS A MCDONALD’S ACROSS THE STREET! I wonder if they have a bathroom?” Or at the very least said something in Starbuck’s. I was furious with myself. Maybe my New Year’s resolution will be to start standing up to jerks who think they can flaunt very basic societal laws like lines and public urination. I mean do people really want New York to turn into some miserable hell-hole like, oh, I dunno, Miami? I sure hope not.

Here are some other things I’m guessing are on this man’s daily agenda:

1. Get all high, laugh at stuff.
2. Poop on street - may or may not follow peeing on street.
3. Camp out for “A Christmas Story” marathon on TBS. Realize it is on TV. Get all high instead.
4. Find dog. Ask it on a date. Feed it a roofie. ’nuff said.
5. Steal dog’s food. Eat half, try and sell other half.
6. Listen to headphones. Wonder where I got these headphones from. Figure out I probably stole them.
7. Jones for some tacos.
8. Cut in line at taco bell. Ask for ice-water. Realize forgot to order tacos - too used to just ordering ice-water.

Anyway, I hope karma catches up to this guy in a bad way. And come next year, watch out if you start blatantly flaunting society’s laws. Because I am not standing for it any more.

1Excluding people who live in Miami

A good day with iTunes.

Wednesday, November 29th, 2006

Ever had one of those days when everything is pretty normal? Some stuff makes you mad, other stuff makes you happy, but in general you know when you look back on your life you know you won’t remember it. You won’t remember it because you didn’t have a big fight or meet your future spouse or win an award or see someone tap-dancing naked on the eiffel tower or run into Jesus or the Tiny Skateboarding Monkey or Jesus AND the Tiny Skateboarding Monkey in a Skate-or-Die for original NES tournament.

That has been my day today.

But then iTunes did something it does only once in-a-rare-enough-while where it plays a bunch of great songs in a row. The streak doesn’t seem to stop. It just keeps going. It picks exactly what you need to hear, what you want to hear, what you haven’t heard in a while, what you’ve been missing musically. I love it.

Anyway, here’s what it played for me (in order of most recent to least recent):

  • Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious - Harry Connick Jr., Songs I Heard
  • You And I Both - Jason Mraz, Waiting For My Rocket To Come
  • Gravity - John Mayer, Continuum
  • Uquinsil’ Ubada - Ladysmith Black Mambazo, Raise Your Spirit Higher
  • You Don’t Know What Love Is (alternate take 16) - Bill Evans & Tony Bennett, Together Again (Remastered)
  • Hip Funk - Grant Green, Complete Quartets With Sonny Clark (Disc 2),
  • Straight, No Chaser - Quincy Jones and His Orchestra, Quintessence
  • Off the Top (Gravity Wheel) - Bela Fleck and The Flecktones, Little Worlds (Disc 1)

Re: Mean Poultry

Tuesday, November 14th, 2006

As I was checking my Yahoo! mail today I saw the above advertisement in my inbox

Naturally my first idea of emailing a jerk chicken was that Yahoo! had somehow acquired a particularly rude fowl and were trying to teach it simple internet functions and typing skills. “Amazing!” I thought to myself, “that has got to be one smart bird!” Then I wondered what people would write to a Jerk Chicken, and what exactly a chicken could do that it would be qualified as a jerk?


Look at him. Thinks he’s so cool. What a jerk.

Does he sleep with the hens and not call them back? Does he eat all the corn? Peck at children? Oppress the gays and blacks? I can’t be entirely sure…but of course I can always venture a guess in the form of a preposterous scenario:

(Andy is walking down the street, minding his own business, on his way…somewhere…when all of a sudden he bumps into a chicken…)

Jerk Chicken: Baw-kawk!

Andy: Pardon me sir-chicken! I didn’t see you down there. I profusely apologize and hope you have a lovely day.

JC: Why am I here?

Andy: Jesus? Oh I see, there’s some confusion. You see, Jerk Chicken abbreviates to JC. Which happen to be your initials as well.

JC: Ah, I see. Well then, carry-on, I’ll just be on my merry way.

Jerk Chicken: Baw-kawk! Bawk bawk!

Andy: Sorry about that sir chicken. Anyway as I was saying, I’m very sorry, now if you’ll ex–

Jerk Chicken: Bawk bawk ba-kawk!

Andy: Well, that’s rude of you to say. And I’m neither gay, nor black! I merely bumped into you by accident. I didn’t mea-

Jerk Chicken: Ba-kawk! Bawk bawk bawk! bawk…….bawk bawk!

Andy: Sir, if you please! There’s no reason to bring mothers into this.

Jerk Chicken: Baawwwwwk! Bawk bawk ba-kawk!

Andy: Well screw you too you stupid bird! I have half a mind to-!

(Jerk Chicken begins pecking at Andy’s feet and legs, and doing that thing where chickens don’t really fly but they kind of try to, and it’s pecking at Andy all the while)

Andy: God! Stop! This doesn’t even hurt it’s just annoying! And you smell like a barn!

Jerk Chicken: *peck*peck*peck* BA-KAWK!

Andy: Ahhh!! This chicken is such a jerk! Someone get this maltempered roost-dweller offa me!

(Tiny Skate Boarding Monkey comes skating around the corner)

Andy: *gasp* TINY SKATEBOARDING MONKEY!

(…and gets hit by a car)

Andy: awwww. DAMN YOU JERK CHICKEN! YOU KILLED TINY SKATEBOARDING MONKEY!

Jerk Chicken: Ba. Kawk.

Andy: You don’t care? Well, one of these days Jerk Chicken, you will get yours…one of these days…

(flash into the future. Andy is at work checking his email when at least he sees an opportunity for revenge)

Andy: Email a Jerk Chicken! FINALLY!

Dear Jerk Chicken,

Remember when you killed the Tiny Skateboarding Monkey? That was terrible. He was only trying to help. Shame on you.

Love,

Andy

There, that’ll teach that bastard.

Yeah, that would teach that bastard. Stupid Jerk Chicken.