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Volume 34, Issue 1:
Squelch M.D.

Household Hints for Daily Home Use

Problem: Broken Light Bulb

Hint: Get a potato from the kitchen. Cut it in half. Dice the halves. Get three more potatoes and do the same thing. Cook a chopped medium onion and two tablespoons of butter in a two-quart saucepan on medium-high heat until soft. Add potatoes and one cup of chicken broth to saucepan. Add parsley, thyme, salt, and pepper to taste. Cook for fifteen minutes on low-medium heat. Stir in two tablespoons of flour and a cup and a half of milk. Simmer until thick. You now have a delicious cream of potato soup. Take this soup to friends house and ask if you can stay there while you try to sell your house. Broken light bulbs are impossible to fix.

Problem: Squeaky Floorboards

Hint: Go to your local hardware store and purchase ten 50-lb. bags of sand. Spread sand on the offending floorboard(s), making sure to work it into the cracks. Pour contents of remaining 9.9 bags onto the floor. Now you’re living on the beach!

Problem: Leaky Faucet

Hint: Leaking faucet keeping you up at night? Why shell out hundreds of American dollars to some snobby plumber when the problem can be readily solved with a little elbow grease? Locate a wrench and screwdriver. Turn the water on as high as it goes. Call household pet over. Proceed to beat it with wrench and screwdriver until it is within inch of its life. You’ll find yourself so worn out that you’ll sleep like a baby.

Problem: Carpet Stains

Hint: Are you too embarrassed to throw dinner parties because of unsightly carpet stains? We all know white wine can remove stains, but how do we remove the resultant white wine stain? Here’s a little secret: the only thing that removes white wine is its archnemesis, red wine. If you can alternately pour white and red wines fast enough, your carpet will appear clean to the naked eye.

Problem: Running Toilet

Hint: Remove the top lid of the toilet and look inside. You’ll see a plug attached to a chain. Remove the plug and defecate into the hole it was covering. With any luck, your toilet will get the message.

Problem: Worn-out Drawers

Hint: Pull out the drawer and turn it upside down. Notice irregular backing. Pull on it to reveal secret hiding stash of homoerotic magazines. Confront husband. Throw drawer at wall when he says it’s your fault for driving him into the arms of another man. Replace drawer and pretend everything is okay. Only you’ll know that you’re dead inside.

Ancient Greek Philosophy, Stripped of its Artifice

Plato and the Allegory of the Cave

Imagine a row of naked pre-adolescent boys tied up in the back of a cave. For some reason they can’t move their heads at all – maybe it’s a ball gag, or some kind of horse harness – but all they can see is the back wall of the cave. They’re all oiled up, and they’re sort of scared, so they’re trembling and they’ve all got goosebumps, but there’s also a fire behind them and it’s making them all sweaty and…okay, sorry. Anyway, there’s a parapet between them and the fire, so all they can see are shadows of objects passing in front of the fire, like, say, the semi-tumescent penis of an aging-yet-virile Greek philosopher, and he’s slowly undulating, and…okay, sorry again. The key is, they have no knowledge of the real whips, or butt plugs, or even this one thing that me and Socrates put together that has a bunch of fig leaves wrapped around a shepherd’s crook. The boys only see the material shadows of these forms, but they talk about them as if they’re real. But they’ll learn how real they are. Oh, they’ll learn.

The Monologues of Socrates

Socrates: For when we ponder the great philosophers of ancient Greece, Socrates is by far the finest.
Socrates: Undoubtedly.
Socrates: But when we consider all of the thinkers of the realm, is it wrong for us to value their bravery along with their brilliant minds? Is it fair to place Socrates above the other thinkers of this realm, because of his fearlessness, his courage, and his enormous dong?
Socrates: I do not think we can separate such issues, but in truth, to consider what a stone-cold badass he is gives naught but favor to the reputation and esteem due to Socrates.
Socrates: And what about that time he fought Euripides? Didn’t Socrates totally kick his ass? Is it not true that Euripides cried, much like a little girl?
Socrates: There can be no question of that.

Hippocrates and His Hypocritical Oath

I know I said, “First, do no harm” when treating patients, but honestly, I totally killed patients on purpose all the time. It’s not a big deal. Just blame it on the humours.

Aristotelian Physics

“Eureka” doesn’t mean “I have found it.” It means “Check out my sack.” I was in the bathtub, and, sure, I discovered the principle of displacement, but you know what was doing the displacing? Deez nuts. Racing through the streets, all the Greek bitches want the philosopher with the biggest nuts. And guess what? He is I and I am him. What’s my motherfuckin’ name?

A Message to White America

_Hi WASPs, I’m Daniel Brady. From my name you’re probably guessing that I’m white too, but I’m not. I am an Irish/African-American male who happens to looks like a Native American version of Aladdin. As complicated as this may seem, be satisfied to know that I am a Jew’s nose away from being the amalgamation of every oppressed ethnic group in America. _

Although you might control every market, own every media outlet, hold most important government positions, and put on blackface to be Colin Powell, you really are not all that great. So stop making burrito jokes and encouraging Wayne Brady.

Since I grew up in a rich white neighborhood, I have a history with you guys. I would like to shame you with memories of how you made my life hell before you drive off in your BMWs and hide in your houses sequestered within the hills of La Ca+A|ada.

When Everyone Found Out

White Guy: So you’re black, huh?
Me: Well, not really. I’m only half, and Malagasy too. We are not a result of the Bantu-Niger migration where the skin color is very dark. It’s a common misconception that all Africans are black. It is a diverse continent.
White Guy: So…is Malcolm X your uncle or something?

At Practice

Teammate #1: Hey Daniel, afraid of the water?
Me: I’ve been playing water polo with you guys for the last five years, and now that you know I’m African-American you think I’m afraid of water?
Teammate #1: Sorry man, don’t “bust a cap.” I just thought you people were afraid of all forms of water…except for watermelon, that is.
Teammate #2: Hi-oh! Snap! [They give each other high fives]
Me:
Teammate #1: But seriously, show us your dick.

During History Class

Teacher: And that is the paragraph on black history we are going to study. Any comments?
Me: [as everyone turns to me] Madagascar was a French colony. They did not export slaves to America from there, so stop looking at me.
White Kid: Calm down, Frederick Douglass, no need to start a Black Panther Party meeting here.

At Dances

[Group of white people surrounds me]
White Girl #1: Well…aren’t you going to breakdance?
Me: I’m sorry, I don’t know how.
White Guy: Step dance?
Me: Nope.
White Girl #2: Surely you must be able to at least tap dance. I mean how are you people supposed to make money if not by entertaining us? Gregory Hines must have at least taught you something. I’m no black expert, but I’m pretty sure you guys would do anything to get out of having a real job.
Me: I can pick locks.
Group of White People: [nods approvingly]

College Acceptances

White Guy: Damn it Daniel, I know you only got into Berkeley because you’re a minority. That’s why I didn’t get accepted.
Me: What are you talking about? I worked my fucking ass off to get good grades and do extracurricular activities while you just partied it up and got into car accidents.
White Guy: Yeah sure, whatever. Either way, my dad had to donate a whole new wing to Haas in order for me to go. Now I’ll never get my own hovercraft.

Getting Girls

Me: So, how’s it going?
Blonde Girl: Sorry, you’re just not my type.
Me: I’m sorry, you must have me confused. I’m not Indian, I’m African-American.
Blonde Girl: Oh! Well, in that case…[bites lip] but then again…
Me: And I won’t tell your dad.
Blonde Girl: [face lights up] Show me your dick.

Love,
Daniel Brady

Babies Most at Risk for Depression, Study Says

A recent study on depression demographics by UC Berkeley professor C. H. Diggs has shown conclusively that those aged 0 to 18 months make up the largest segment of America’s depressed.

“It’s rather surprising,” said Diggs, “but it looks like we basically start out at rock bottom.” The lack of long-term relationships and the feeling of powerlessness that accompany being a baby are thought to contribute to the elevated levels of depression among infants. “These results were hidden in the past thanks to the liberal misdiagnoses of ‘SIDS’ and ‘stillborn,'” Dr. Diggs elaborated.

When asked for comment, a baby sitting in his PlaySkool entertainment swing remarked, “Every time I get close to the ceiling the chair swings back and I’m farther away than ever. Closer, then farther, closer, then farther. I don’t think I can take it any more! It’s like I’m stuck in the proverbial pendulum of fortuna, the fruits of Eden always just out of my reach.”

The new findings have prompted many parents to ask themselves “Is my baby depressed?” Diggs and his colleagues have released a list of telltale signs of infant depression: “Does your baby lack energy? Does he lie on his back all day staring into space, reluctant to even get up and walk to the next room? Does your baby have sudden, vigorous fits of crying for no apparent reason? Is your baby reluctant to speak to you or others? If you answered yes to any of these questions, it is likely your baby is depressed. Please consult a mental health professional immediately.”

Michael Jackson’s Neverland Ranch Surprisingly Mundane

Investigators recently obtained a warrant to search Michael Jackson’s Neverland Ranch in connection with his upcoming child molestation trial. But the investigators were in for a big letdown.

“When I was first put on the task force I was pretty excited,” said Sergeant Mike Patrick of the Santa Barbara police force.”I had heard all sorts of rumors: that [Jackson] sleeps in an oxygen chamber, that he has the elephant man’s skeleton on display, that he wears suede boots while bathing. I couldn’t wait to tell my wife what crazy weirdo things I would find. But when we busted the door open, Michael was just sitting in a comfortable-sized living room on a slightly worn, muted-green couch eating a Lean Cuisine microwave dinner and watching Friends reruns on a modestly sized TV.” Other members of the team were equally disappointed.

Lt. Mike Gonzalez reported further disappointment. “I was expecting, like, fifty bags of plasma and a single white peach in his refrigerator, but the only sort of weird thing was that he had put a completely empty carton of milk back in there,” he said.

“Oh,” Gonzalez added, “and his dryer door was broken so it wouldn’t close all the way. You’d think he could afford a new one.”

After the raid, police apologized to Jackson for the inconvenience and Jackson graciously offered them something to drink, but all he had was water and orange juice that he worried had turned just south of fresh. The taskforce politely declined and left him to restore the boring order of his overall average home.

Yemen Shufflefoot’s Fantabulous Guide to Fake Name Creation

I am a man of many talents. In fact, “Talents” is my middle name. Or, at least it is whenever I fucking want it to be. You see, I’m gifted in the divine art of making fake names. You may be thinking “But anyone can make fake names.” But not like me–check it: Jet Guyison WOOSH! Slamston Triad ZING! Harlem Lightpost.

That power trio sure got you to shut your word hole, Mr. Lax Creativity-Bergstein. Just as it would be unfair for a mother to hog all her breast milk, it would be similarly ridiculous to not share the art of creating electrifying pseudonyms. Here are some pointers.

Tip 1: Power Comes First

Nothing says “I’m a powerful man” better than a fist-pumping first name. Create a monosyllabic name that conveys danger, wicked fast transportation, or Zeus-mediated fistfights–the most robust of first names employs all three. Fast Danger-Fear, Flint Boomrock, or Fear Danger-Fast will all do. Still confused? Refer to the names mentioned earlier: “Jet,” “Harlem,” and “Slamston.” Jet conveys speed. Harlem evokes fear of tall people, and Slamston alludes to the ever-present threat of femur-snapping sex.

Tip 2: Retards: The Mystical Fake Name Magicians

If you’re feeling unoriginal, you can outsource the task of creating an ingenious nom de plume. The mentally handicapped happen to be fake-name geniuses. Simply have your local tard pronounce any old name. Robert Marshall turns into Barbell Martian. Martin Stone becomes Magnum Stone! And, if you are lucky enough to get an especially tarded tard, Ed Turner becomes Ignatius Featherfoot.

Tip 3: Finding Your Muse

Inspiration for a good first name is everywhere. Things like geological formations, forces of nature, and animals will help spur your ingenuity. My three-day peyote hike through Death Valley produced Butte Waterspout, Windy Cougar and Plateau Despondence. As you may have gathered, the Indians have long used this trick to come up with such classics as Red Cloud and Sitting Bull. Just make sure your fake name doesn’t lend itself to oppression.

Tip 4: A Preference for Prefixes

Let’s face it, no one’s going to listen to Maynard Browning. But what if you got a message straight from the desk of M. Browning, Superpresident, or his Excellency, Maynard de Marron? With an appropriate awe-inspiring prefix (or occasional wonder-encouraging suffix), you can turn any Alan Scott into a Lieutenant Apollo Starshooter, ambassador to the sun.

Now, armed with the power of the alias, you’re a regular Flashpack Dangermount, ready to upset the tyranny of the Name. My only warning: use your godlike power for good. Use it for evil only if you really, really need to.

Top Ten Ways to Win an Argument

  1. Never admit you’re wrong, and be immortal
  2. Use obscure phrases to hoist them by their own petard
  3. Successfully throw three bean bags through clown’s mouth at Rhetorical Carnival
  4. Make jazz hands until your opponent
    is dazzled
  5. Liberal use of American flag
  6. Hit them with the folding chair of superior rhetoric, and then a regular one
  7. Carry a parrot that’s always right, and basically rehash whatever it says
  8. Change into your argument pants
  9. Finally, finally reveal why you always carry a trident
  10. Admit that they’re right, and you’re wrong, but only about them being right

DVD Commentary for the Worst Movie Ever Made

(1)
Screenwriter: You know, people sometimes ask why there were so many jokes about September 11th in the movie. And I always tell them the same thing: “Fine, you take them out. Then Jamie Kennedy would only have been able to do forty minutes of rapping stand-up comedy.”

(2)
Director:
OK watch this–this is integral.[Girl presses button]
Director: Took me 57 shots to get that one right.
Producer: 57 shots.

(3)
Director:
This was his second movie, and he actually had a good amount of dialogue in this one. So yeah, the Screen Actors Guild technically forced us to give Vincent Gallo’s Penis separate billing.

(4)
Director:
We were trying to figure out how to shoot the psychedelic trip scene, and I said to the D.P., “Why don’t we take the drugs off that table and put them into that camera!”
Director of Photography: [chuckling] We ruined a lot of equipment that day.

(5)
Director:
Yes, traditional monologues only have one speaker. But we found that it was kind of hard to hear only one person over the piercing battle cry of a hungry Tyrannosaurus. So we got seven people to give the speech.
Producer: Interesting note, the third guy is actually saying it backwards.

(6)
Screenwriter:
Since this was an adaptation, we wanted to stay as true as possible to the original source, which was The Scarlet Letter.
Producer: But that in turn was just Top Gun during the Civil War.
Screenwriter: Right.
Producer: So we saved a lot of time in the end by just reading Top Gun: The Book.
Screenwriter: That’s where I got the idea for the first, third, and fourth volleyball scenes.

Volume 14, Issue 5: (Don’t Look at) The Magic Eye

Student Unable to Comply with Parent’s Request

Sophomore William Hammersmith’s father was dismayed to learn yesterday that his son would be unable to “spend a semester flipping
burgers if you want a car,” because he is too un-Mexican.

“I’m a white male aged 18 to 35 GAA I can’t even get hired as a waiter,” Hammersmith lamented. “I looked all over and there was only one job
I could get.” Hammersmith then excused himself to dictate a memo to his executive assistant and put a down payment on a houseboat in Sausalito.