So in case you missed it, Earth Day was this past Sunday, April 22. I didn’t plant a tree, or turn off my lights, or make a statue out of compost. You might say, the nearest I got to observing Earth Day was by  being on Earth and knowing that it was daytime.

At least Earth Day is, like, a thing. It turns out there are dozens, maybe hundreds of “Days” every year that I didn’t realize I was ignoring. Here is just a brief list of them, as determined by PR email pitches I’ve received over the past month or so:

• March 14: Pi Day (OK, disclaimer, I knew about this one. But I’m a huge nerd.)
• March 22: World Water Day
• April: Sexual Assault Awareness Month
  and Oral Cancer Awareness Month
  and National Minority Health Month
• April 4: National Walking Day
• May 8: My personal favorite, Animal Disaster Preparedness Day
  “The National Association of Professional Pet Sitters (NAPPS), is raising awareness about the importance of comprehensive plans and emergency preparedness to ensure the safety of pets during natural disasters. The NAPPS Emergency Planning Committee has provided a 19-page emergency planning guide that includes specific recommendations for monitoring and coping with tornadoes, thunderstorms, hurricanes, floods, winter storms, extreme heat, wildfires, earthquakes, tsunamis and volcanoes.”

What vital causes will we  ignore tomorrow?

]]> http://nohappymedium.com/2012/04/25/every-day-is-a-special-day/feed/ 2 The Unhappy Mediator calendar mark http://nohappymedium.com/2012/03/29/google-game-challenge-never-forget/ http://nohappymedium.com/2012/03/29/google-game-challenge-never-forget/#comments Thu, 29 Mar 2012 14:56:39 +0000 The Unhappy Mediator http://nohappymedium.com/?p=3575 Continue reading →]]> Once upon a time in a land right very much like this one, a simple Google search for “Santorum” immediately produced a frothy mixture of lube and fecal matter that is sometimes the by-product of anal sex. (Digitally. I mean– That is– In electronic form.) Then an evil wind blew across the country, its fetid stench putting the good people under a wicked spell that made Rick Santorum look like a viable candidate for President of the United States of America. And in the meantime, the Savage definition of Santorum has fallen in rank on Google’s search results, despite a recent, ahem, surge on the internet.

I’m asking you to do your part by Googling Santorum. Link to it. Email it. Never forget. NEVER FORGET.

God bless.

Colgate: Are you sure-a-phyll?

Thanks, again, Skeener.

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I did it (I did it, I did it, I did it), I did it in a minute and it make-a my dreams come true. Gosh, it’s refreshing — rejuvenating, even — to be so thrilled by a meme. I don’t care how much irony played into the app’s going viral; I’m just glad it got to me. It’s on my speed-dial list (I can’t resist).

Happy Monday, as they say. Ride hard.

While commuters and the news channels were gearing up for Occupy’s subway takeover this afternoon (sayeth the website: “Facing the most brutal assault on our Democracy since 9-11, New Yorkers must once again stand as one!” end quote), another storm was brewing outside the tony office towers of Manhattan’s 6th Avenue.

Protesters lined the street today in front of publishing powerhouse Time & Life, raising placards of dissent and voices in riotous chanting:

Bradley Cooper is just fine but Ryan Gosling is divine!

Following People Magazine’s contentious release of the Sexiest Man of Alive special issue, Ryan Gosling fans gathered to rally against the injustice of those responsible for putting Bradley Cooper, of The Hangover fame, at the top of the list of lust-worthy leading men. Donning Gosling masks, available for printing here, the small but boisterous crowd took a 99%-esque approach to the cause, minus spirit fingers and drums, plus unified message.

And like the Occupiers, the group railed against unfair banking practices. Spank banking practices, that is.

Doris, could you order us some more legal pads, a box of blue Bics and a 16-pound bird? Thanks.

I’m sorry; since when do republicans tag?

…and 1-percenters ride the subway?

Yeah, this tea pot featured on HazelandMare.com is awesome. Obviously. You want to leave a comment that says so? Sure. Knock yourself out. Doesn’t really get us anywhere, but always nice to hear a chorus of good cheer. But I’ll never understand what compels people to make comments like this:

Hahaha, oh this is awesome. My brother was such an A-Team fan when he was a kid. Feel better!

Who gives a fuck about your brother? How is this pertinent or enriching in any way? I wish I could regain the thousands of cumulative seconds I’ve lost reading meaningless commentary online (which is why I typically avoid comment sections all together … unless I’m really avoiding work) — don’t you, Pointless Commenter, wish you’d spent those precious moments saying something that wasn’t inane?

I don’t mean this as a personal attack. I mean it as a general attack. There’s no going back now, I recognize that. But once upon a time we spoke to each other in person and tried to avoid the vapid sputterings that brought conversation to an uncomfortable standstill. Imagine the faces of your friends when you’d say something stupid. The staring. The cough in an awkward silence. Conjure and reflect: The whole internet is staring at you. The whole internet just cleared its throat.

Oh, and not for nothing, but whose brother wasn’t really into A Team as a kid? Newsflash: No one’s.