Good Call: The Onion

This has to be one of our favorite Onion pieces in awhile. No context necessary, just click and laugh: Nation's Gays Demand Right To Library Cards.

Recall: "Goddamit Girl, What are You Trying to Do to Me?"

As you know, The Operator has a deep, abiding love 90's sketch comedy troupe The State, and all its varied cast members.

Here's a clip from Michael Showalter's film, The Baxter, where fellow State (and Stella) member David Wain unravels a hilarious yarn about dogs, Johnny Carson, and banana factories. If we were about to kill ourselves, we like to think we'd have a friend like Wain who'd rush in to save the day (and deliver an inexplicable rant).

Wiretap: 'Waiting For Pete Doherty to Die'

We just discovered "Waiting for Pete Doherty to Die" (forgive us, we're a little slow on the musical uptake) and can't get it out of our heads or off repeat on our iPod. The song is the brainchild of the Indelicates, who are billed as a "despicable folk-rock cabaret with a mission to end all music." Good times.

Listen, it's not like we want the crack-addled singer to kick the bucket or anything, but the countdown clock has started. Better get those Babyshambles EP's ready for sale on eBay when Pete does shuffle off this mortal coil, just to be safe.

You can find the mp3 here. Enjoy.


The Indelicates [site]

Good Call: Literature For Loonies

How many times have you been going about your day, living your life, and all of a sudden you're face to face with an addled homeless person, reciting their laundry list of crazy, something along the lines of "Aliens took my uterus. Spoon. Ted Nugent rules. Hug me."

Sure, it can seem funny, but after awhile their wacked-out white noise can have you questioning your own sanity. That's why The Operator is pleased to roll-out our new social service program: Literature for Loonies.

Operatives will be sent out to distribute classical works of literature, and then help the homeless committ passages to memory. Soon, rather than their usual litany of lunacy, you'll hear your neighborhood hobo reciting a stirring Shakespearean sonnet or an ode by Keats.

It's our way of paying it forward, if you will. So the next time you're accosted by Betty the bag lady, and before she asks for a quarter she serenades you with some purple prose , you'll know who to thank.

Humor ;Homeless ;Literature