Time for Change

Change is a Greek triangle (mathematically speaking). It’s no coincidence that the Greeks also invented time. So it’s not hard to imagine that Socrates was the first person to ever say the words, “Time for change.” But he probably said it in Greek, so it sounded more like “Time for a tiny triangle.”

Greece is geographically north of Egypt and many historians believe that the ancient Greeks borrowed heavily from Egyptian culture. That’s why change equals delta equals the Nile River delta. A river delta (as you’ll recall from airplanes) is shaped kind of like a triangle, which is why the Greeks named their triangle delta. And, as the saying goes, “If you dip your toes in a river twice, you’ll have to change your socks.”

Many people believe that change is the only constant. I don’t know who these people are. Egghead scientists, probably. Or maybe ballet dancers, I don’t know. In both science and dancing, a constant is a big letter that represents something. For example, G represents gravity. And P probably represents something too. It doesn’t matter. What’s important to remember is this: a constant is a big letter and egghead scientists like ballet.

As Albert Einstein (the ballet dancer) noted in his general theory of the alphabet, E=MC². Here, C represents the speed of light, which is a constant, which is why it is the letter C. And the little 2 next to it means that there are two lights: the sun and the moon. And of course, as any time expert can tell you, the sun was the world’s first clock.

Billions of years ago, our ancestors noticed that the sun had two little arms on its surface that pointed to the hour and the minute of the day. The arms are mostly burned off now[1], but back then they were clear as day. An industrious caveman (named K’lok, obviously) stole the idea from the sun and built the first mechanical clock out of sticks and stones and genuine Japanese quartz.

All his caveman buddies thought the invention was pretty great, and they asked K’lok to build k’loks for them. K’lok became the richest caveman in all of Mesothelioma. Unfortunately, his fame and fortune were short-lived. K’lok had forgotten to patent his invention and soon “clock” knockoffs — made with inferior rocks and twigs and non-genuine Japanese quartz — were flooding the bazaars. K’lok, like all inventors, died penniless and alone.

Every cave-person who was any cave-person had one of these knockoff clocks on the mantle in their cave. Cave-people running for public office used the clock as a campaign tool: “A chicken in every pot, a clock in every cave, etc., etc.” The only problem was, time hadn’t been invented yet. (As I already told you: time was invented by the Greeks, not the cave-people.) So all these clocks were just decorations until the ancient Egyptians invented science.

Science changed everything. What was once up was now down. What was once sideways was still sideways, but sideways in the opposite direction. What was once “where the river vomits into the sea” was now “the delta”. In other words, things were definitely changing, and they were changing hard.

That’s when the Greeks showed up and invented time because they needed a way to keep track of how often everything was changing. They looked to the heavens and realized the sun was revolving around the earth at a constant speed (the speed of light), and they could measure that speed and they called it “time”. Then they realized that the moon was also revolving around the earth at a constant time (the light of cheese), and they could measure that time and they called it “speed”. This, incidentally, was how the moon became the world’s first speedometer.

Several months later, Einstein came along with his theories and finally made sense of all the Greek and Egyptian gobbledygook. Once he put everything into his E=MC² formula, the sun and the moon and the stars aligned to paint a glorious picture of time and the universe and things like that.

And that’s the story of a tiny triangle that nobody believed in… until the tiny triangle started to believe in itself. And also until it was invented by the Greeks.

In conclusion, the river of time flows with the constancy of light and the speed of change. Whether you are a cave dweller or a ballet dancer, a Greek or a moon-person, change is inescapable. Which is why you must always, always, always carry an extra pair of socks. Because — trust me — they will get wet.

  1. If you stare directly at the sun for a few hours, you can still barely see them, but that might just be because you are frying your retinas and going blind. []

This is Twittering: Meta-Commentary Digest, Episode 39

It’s time for another episode of This is Twittering: Meta-Commentary Digest. I know I’ve been doing a lot of these, but I have to clear out the backlog. Quit complaining. It’s free.

STUPID:

This is not strictly true.

REACTION:

If you’re on Twitter, please follow me. Tell your friends to follow me. I have terribly low self-esteem.

STUPID:

This is funny because it’s true. Not literally true, of course, but true nonetheless. Especially if it’s hot out.

STUPID:

Several years ago, around the time I first joined Twitter, I tooted basically the same joke. Back then I had a real job and I probably said something about my coworkers giving me funny looks for wearing a spacesuit. I think it’s a funny joke, so I recycled it. Just like astronauts recycle their urine. Just kidding, I don’t know if they really do that. I’ve been doing a lot of toilet humor lately. Probably because it’s hilarious.

REACTION:

I got health insurance.

WISDOM:

OK, I didn’t get it just so I could make that joke. But I did have the joke saved for many months before I could afford insurance.

WISDOM:

It’s uncanny.

WORDPLAY:

This is part of my “The Best Things In Life Are Things That Start With The Syllable ‘Free’” series. Past and future items include freezers, freesias, and:

The ol’ switcheroo.

REACTION:

This is based on people I know who are annoyed when other people tell them not to complain about their job because they should just be thankful they have a job. I’m sure the people telling them to be thankful are trying to be nice, but it’s an insultingly dismissive thing to say.

Also, telling someone to be thankful they have a head is very funny.

REACTION:

See, because of high gas prices and the nature of internal combustion engines.

WISDOM:

This is funny and profound.

REACTION:

Within the period of a couple months, the ABC network began airing GCB and Don’t Trust the B**** in Apartment 23.

WORDPLAY:

See, because of “everything” bagels.

STUPID:

This is just me being absurd, and I think it’s great. You should retweet this one.

That concludes this episode of This is Twittering: Meta-Commentary Digest.

This is Twittering, Episode 38: “A Line From A Movie, Probably” Edition

Sometimes, based only on the name of a movie and its commercials, I like to make an educated guess about what the movie will be like. And sometimes I like to guess what the clichéd dialogue will sound like. Thus, my “A Line From A Movie, Probably” toot series was born.

It should be noted, I haven’t seen any of these movies—nor do I plan to—so I don’t know if they really contain lines like these (and I also have no idea if my synopses below accurately reflect the film—I’m basing them mostly on the commercials). But it should also be noted that I sincerely believe these lines (or lines very similar to them) could be in these films, because of the predictability of the Hollywood formula. And that’s why I think it’s funny.

It all started with We Bought A Zoo:

A widowed Matt Damon and his kids buy a zoo as they struggle to make sense of life and loss. You better believe there are gonna be some moments of doubt.

A Thousand Words:

This Eddie Murphy comedy maintains an impressive zero percent critics’ rating on Rotten Tomatoes. From what I gather, Eddie Murphy is a fast-talking sleaze-bag who is visited by a genie who gives him only one thousand more words to speak before he dies or something. By the end of the movie, he undoubtedly learns the importance of listening to others and not being an asshole.

The Lucky One:

This schlocky emotion-porn, based on a novel by Nicholas Sparks (The Notebook, etc.), is about a soldier who falls in love with a photo of some chick he’s never met. After his tour of duty ends, the soldier seeks out this mystery woman so he can have sex with her. (Maybe the chick is a widow of one of the soldier’s fallen comrades. That would appropriately cloying, but I don’t know.) I think the identity of the titular character will be left ambiguous, because authors like to be cutesy like that.

At this point, I tooted that I hoped my followers were enjoying my “A Line From A Movie, Probably” series. My supportive friend @jamescollier told me to “Keep hoping,” to which I replied with Hope Floats:

This is an older movie starring Sandra Bullock. I don’t know much about it, but I guess she’s struggling to find love and trust again after an ugly divorce. If there is a titular line in the movie, then this should be it. I actually think it’s a pretty endearing metaphor, even if it’s overly sentimental.

Battleship:

This action movie, ostensibly based on the famed Milton-Bradley game, features aliens (or Transformers or something) attacking the world’s oceans, I guess. Other than the fact that it features battleships, I can’t see any connection to the game. That’s why I say this line (obviously taken from the game’s well-known commercials) is definitely in the movie. Otherwise there’d be no connection to the game at all. I imagine Liam Nesson will yell it angrily after an alien destroys one of his fleet’s ships, right before he gives the order to fire every torpedo they’ve got. The audience will go nuts.

So, that’s my “A Line From A Movie, Probably” series so far. What will I think of next?

This is Twittering: Meta-Commentary Digest, Episode 37

Now hear this.

STUPID:

“How are you?” is an odd phrase.

REACTION:

I don’t always do this, but you’ll be happy to know that I really do sometimes do this. Usually no one else is around, which makes it rather more comical.

WORDPLAY:

This is not a joke about the Holocaust. It’s a joke about humblebragging. Possible variations include: cancer survivor, shipwreck survivor, and Destiny’s Child.

REACTION:

John Hodgman is the writer I was trying to be before I ever knew who he was. Although he has written three volumes of COMPLETE WORLD KNOWLEDGE, the first book, The Areas of My Expertise, is my favorite.

REACTION:

See, I posted this on my birthday.[1]

STUPID:

This doesn’t make sense. Or does it?

STUPID:

No, they aren’t.

STUPID:

Shame on you.

REACTION:

This is not a joke about alcoholism. It is a joke about entertainment media.

REACTION:

Not because their negligence is putting their family in danger, but because that incessant beeping is really annoying me.

WISDOM:

I was just kidding.

WORDPLAY:

In fact, it would be cooler if it wasn’t a thing.[2] Spoken a certain way, it almost sounds like an onomatopoeia-ized drum fill. Both panic and attack are evocative rock-and-roll words. The only thing it really has going against it is that it is such a common phrase. That’s too bad.

And that’s all.

  1. Annoyingly, Twitter.com does not display hard returns properly (which is another reason to use a superior Twitter client like Tweetbot). []
  2. Of course there are bands named Panic Attack, but that’s neither here nor there. []