Famous Toms: Stankus
I was sitting around holding my eyelids open and trying to shoot tiddlywinks inside when I had an idea. “My name is Tom. Who are other people named Tom?”
Yes. It is time for this blog to get all educational up in your grill. I am proud to present a new irregular ongoing series entitled Famous Toms From History.
First up is someone named Stankus. Yes, that’s Tom Stankus, you brainiac. You catch on fast.
Intersmellar: Google
Google is fluid and ever changing. It’s always trying to improve itself. Yes, I’m talking about it like it’s a thing. It’s The Blob.
The way Google works in the now is not necessarily the way it worked in the before.
For example, one day I noticed that entering certain words would provoke a dictionary response on the top of search results.
Search: allegory
Response: a story, poem, or picture that can be interpreted to reveal a hidden meaning, typically a moral or political one.
Hey. Thanks, Google. That’s kind of sort of useful if I’m in the mood for a dictionary type response. A little down-arrow is included so the box can be expanded to see things like additional definitions, word origin, translations, and even a cute little chart of “usage over time.”
Then, yesterday, I decided to try the function again, this time for the word “interstellar.”
My God. It’s full of commercials.
The dictionary box was gone. Almost like it never existed. In its place was a box entitled Showtimes. Yes, that’s right, Google. Good job. Interstellar is also the name of a movie. You figured it out.
The right side of the page was also transformed. What used to be blank space was now essentially a big advertising poster for the movie. There’s a thumbnail photo, a series of reviews (it really is full of stars) and other info about the movie. A way to jump to posts on Google+ was thoughtfully provided, thumbnails of the cast and, last but not least, a section called “People also search for.” (This last one I like to call Who Gives A Shit?)
Very interesting, of course, except for that fact that none of this was what I actually wanted. Google excels at this.
I carefully checked the rest of the page. Perhaps tucked away in a corner of the screen there’d be a way to ask for the dictionary? Nope. Nothing.
It was almost as if the dictionary box had been erased. From existence. And magically replaced with Biff Tannen’s Pleasure Paradise Casino. Great Scott! This is heavy!
So what happened? Just like that alternate timeline (which Marty and Doc eventually repaired) Big Daddy Google has come up with a clever system of analyzing words based on money.
The proprietary Google algorithm looks something like this:
is search term a big money word, something that can be sold
if yes, show results_monetized()
if no and it’s a dictionary word show the dictionary_box() followed by results()
if no and it’s not a dictionary word, show our bastardized rip of a wikipedia entry followed by results() including a link to the real wikipedia page
I know this is complicated programmer-style pseudocode but that’s essentially how it works.
Sooner or later this will happen to every word in the English language dictionary and Google will cease to be a valid source of information and will exist only as a shill, much like a carnival barker on the midway. This process is known as the google stomp. Given enough time Google will have about the same meaning as a highway billboard that advises, “Eat at Joe’s.”
Spend $120 on a game and you just might win a piece of crap made in China that’s worth fifty cents. That’s a Google-sized bargain. This is our inevitable future.
Technology and continuous improvement. Is there anything better? Kaizen!
My bimonthly meltdown

Say what???
The calm of the office was shattered by a harried shout. “What does bimonthly mean?” someone wanted to know.
Co-worker Nardz immediately yelled out one possible answer. “It means twice a month!” she spurted.
42 nanoseconds later I followed with my response as well. “It means every other month!”
Why we were yelling in an office that’s smaller than the den in an averaged sized home I’ll never know.
Of course the two of them ganged up against me and decided that “bimonthly” meant twice a month. Friggin’ dumbasses.
So I turned back to my computer and punched up the dictionary. Then I got the shock of my life. I wasn’t entirely correct.
I quickly checked for my other definition, too. “Having gay sex once a month.” Nope. Not there, either!
Anywho, the dictionary rather waffled on the matter, I thought. “What the hell?” I grumbled. What’s the point of it even being a word. Who decides this shit?
Wikipedia will know what to do, I thought.
Because of the ambiguity of this word, it is best to avoid it. Instead, use twice a month or every two months as appropriate.
Damn. This bimonthly shit is serious. They’ve even got Wikipedia bamboozled.
To take a negative view (if I may) perhaps the correct interpretation should be based on context. In other words, the meaning of the word defaults to whatever meaning is the least desirable. Some examples:
- Me and the Mrs. get jiggy with it on a regular bimonthly basis – no matter what! (Obviously every other month.)
- You’ll need bimonthly root canals for the next seven years, the dentist said. (Obviously twice a month.)
- You want to see the kid? Fine. Enjoy your bimonthly visitation! (Mmm. Not sure about this one. Be careful what you wish for.)
So now I’ve got that word “bimonthly” locked and loaded in my shotgun of wit. I love to doublespeak and pull off puns on the brainlessly unsuspecting. If there’s a word I can wheel out to spur ambiguity you can bet your ass I’m gonna use it.
At the very least, I plan to do it bimonthly. You have been warned.
More entries from the demotivational dictionary
To continue the one-year celebrations here on the blog, I thought it would be fun to bring back another one of the failed memes from the past for a guest appearance. After all, if it sucked once it can suck again!
My original thought was that the Demotivational Dictionary would be an ongoing thing. But it only ever got used three times. Twice in Oct. 2009 and once in Feb. 2010 and that was it.
It then died a horrible death and was completely forgotten.
That makes it perfect for a comeback!
Here are a few more entries that I came up with this morning while in the shower. I also sketched out in my mind three more episodes of Hyppo and Critter. Yeah! Yes, the shower where I do a lot of my best thinking. On the other hand I can’t remember if I washed my hair or not. Oh well.
time – Life’s biggest mindfuck.
work – Something you have to do in order to keep your stuff and have food to eat where people dumber than you treat you like shit and command you to do idiotic things.
company – A formalized association of humans organized into a group with an overt function of making money and an implied function of fucking each over as much as possible. The best companies are ones where the overt and implied goals are at each other’s throats to the maximum extent.
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Footnote: I know dictionaries are boring but thanks for reading all the way to the end. I hope this post wasn’t too intellectual.
Word of the day: holiday
Sometimes you get lucky. Yeah, sure you do.
Like this morning. The drive to work was downright delightfully free of the normal homicidal traffic. “Must be my lucky day,” I thought to myself.
Ha! How naive. Would someone please take a Lousiville Slugger to my skull and wake me up from my stupidity. I lost mind mind, just for a moment, and forgot my powers of negativity.
This afternoon when the mail carrier failed to pick our outgoing crappy widgets it finally dawned on me.
Today is some sort of holiday!
D’oh! That’s right. Today is go-out-and-by-some-shit day. Hello, my name is Abyss and I’ll be your shit vendor today.
Argh! What I stupidly thought was “luck” was actually the exact opposite. I was the poor sap at work while most everyone else was enjoying a bonus day off.
holiday – a day that you go to work like always while most everyone else gets to relax.
Unfriended by the universe

Yet another amazing photoshop - this one an orgiastic feast of color
Dear Universe,
After hearing that “unfriend” was the hilarious choice for word of the year 2009 by the New Oxford Dictionary, I had a great idea.
The more I think about it, the more I like it. I think you should unfriend me even though my spell checker doesn’t recognize the word yet.
No single word summed up 2009 better than “unfriend?” Really? How about “recession?” How about “unemployment?”
Before you say “no” to this idea, probably out of some misguided feeling that you have to include everyone, please take a moment and consider. I don’t need a “participant” ribbon any more. The one from the sixth-grade track meet still does just fine, thank you.
The benefits of unfriending me are endless. No more pee in your pool. No more clouds on your sunny day. No more diseases introduced into your clean garbage by the wretched refuse.
Please. Unfriend me. I insist.
Word of the day: insurance
Welcome to another new feature here on the blog: The Demotivational Dictionary. This is where we take a normal everyday word and strip it down to what it really means and/or look at it in a whole new light.
Today’s word:
insurance – the most crass form of gambling invented by humans so far.
Bonus: This post, by the way, is a “tier-2” blog post. That means it is my second blog post on the same day – somewhat of a rarity around here.
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