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Sunday, October 30, 2011

Harrumph File #091 10.30.2011_ Hokey Religions & Ancient Weapons

     Scientists have been struggling with one overriding idea since 1977.  Yes, they have done other things in the last 35 years like develop cell phones, UAVs, and even those monstrosities of the roads known as the Toyota Prius (just wait 20 years when our landfills are packed with all the toxic batteries from these things and your kids start growing a second head.  Remember, you heard it here first.)  But, when they’ve finished their workday and they’re sitting alone in a darkened laboratory, surrounded by bubbling beakers full of the latest Nyquil formula or electrodes emitting miniature lightning into space, what is it that they all pull out of locked drawers, secured with a key that only they possess?
     Yes, that’s right.  “The plans.”  The thing they’ve been working on, perfecting, doodling with ever since they first saw Luke Skywalker create a brave new world with the flick of the switch of his fathers' light saber.  The “whoosh” sound as the blade appears; the ease with which he handles this weapon from a “more civilized age.”  From that moment on it was decided.  I will be the one that develops a working light saber.  I will conquer physics.  I will become the first Jedi. 
     Sadly, it has not come to be.  There are too many problems to overcome.  Among them: How to power it?  How to get light to stop three feet from the projector?  How to get light beams to clash against one another without passing through each other?  And probably the most vexing problem:  How to get George Lucas to let you call it a “light saber?”
     Well, I am here to say that I have solved all these problems.  I have developed plans for an actual working light saber and I will share them with you, the humble Harrumphian.  Many have asked me, why will you publish these plans?  Why share your secret?  Simple, as soon as these plans hit the internet, they are published.  The intellectual idea will forever be mine.  Anyone that copies, produces, or otherwise uses these plans without my permission will have the pants sued off of them, or face the trial of a thousand crocodiles, I haven’t decided which yet.
     So, here are the plans (see accompanying diagram.)  And the problems I alluded to earlier, you ask?  Ok, let’s take them one at a time.  Power unit.  “It’ll take a nuclear plant to power your light saber.”  So this is what I’ve heard.  Ok, so miniaturize a nuclear plant and put it in the rear grip.  We’ve miniaturized many things in the past 35 years.  Remember when cell phones first came out?  Or how about those tiny little R/C helicopters they make?  Finally, what about all these “nano-machines” they’re developing?  Sure, they’ll soon be the downfall of civilization, but that’s for a future Harrumph.  So, Mr. engineer, I’ve given you 99% of what you need, now just shrink that nuke down and put it to work.
     Now, I solve the second and third problems together: how to get the light beam to stop three feet from the projector and how to solve the fact that light beams will just pass through each other if you’re dueling with another light saber equipped antagonist.  Easy, you don’t use light beams.  Look, light beams go on forever, they don’t just stop.  Even if you could get them to stop you still face the problem that they’re light beams.  They won’t stop if they hit another light beam.  So, you could have a duel with your friend, just without all the cool dueling.  You may as well use flashlights like you did when you were seven.
     So, if we don’t use light, what do we use?  Super heated plasma coating a super thin, but incredibly strong carbon fiber tube.  It would work just like the toy light sabers you can buy at Disneyland.  You push a button and the carbon fiber tube springs from the saber body, covered with the super heated plasma.  Now you can have a real duel!  The plasma will cut through anything, just like in the movies.  And, if you’re fighting a saber equipped sith, the carbon fiber tubes will give you the dueling aspects that are, quite frankly, required if you are to participate in this kind of thing.  And, the super heated plasma will be so bright that you won’t even see the carbon tubes and you can choose your color!  What would you choose?  Yoda green, Skywalker blue, Vader red or maybe even another?  Only Mace Windu could get away with carrying a purple saber.
     As far as the engineering aspects of the carbon fiber tubes and plasma containment, once again Mr. engineer, here’s your 99%, you have to figure out the rest.  Tiny helicopters… working light saber… you can do it.
            Finally, the highest hurdle; the biggest problem; something that even Mr. engineer can’t help me with.  The problem that every light saber enthusiast has had to face.  If you could power it; if you could engineer it; if you could produce it.  What to call it?  Of course, it can only be called one thing: a light saber (don’t quibble with me about the light vs. plasma thing, what would you call it, a plasma saber? C’mon.)  And there’s the rub.  Even if you produced a “light saber” made of old toilet paper rolls taped together, decorated using sharpies while carrying around a tape recorder with sound effects from the movies scenes, George Lucas would sue you into the next galaxy before you finished taping the first one together.  So here’s my solution: cut him in on the deal.  That’s right, you may be selling these things faster than the latest Iphone, but old uncle George is gonna have to get his slice of the pie.  As long as you cut him in for 10 or 12 cents per unit, he’ll be happy.  Because marketing is what Star Wars is all about anyway, isn’t it?  And you thought all Evil Geniuses lived in castles surrounded by moats filled with crocodiles… may the force be with you… Harrumph…

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Harrumph File #090 10.23.2011_ Lions & Monkeys & Bears, Oh My! (Official Harrumph Files alert… this is not a test.)

     As you will recall, when The Harrumph Files were first released upon an unsuspecting public, I informed you that one of the main reasons for expending my precious time to write, edit, & post (at great expense, mind you) these files is to keep you, Mr. & Mrs. John Q. Public, informed and aware of potential threats to our republic, our planet, and our very way of life.  Today, I am issuing what could be the very last “Official Harrumph Files Alert.”  Not because there aren’t many things to warn you about but because I may not have a chance to issue further warnings.
     Yes, this one might very well be “the big one.”  The extinction level event; the 12.0 of earthquakes; the 30-mile wide asteroid; the 200 foot tall tsunami; the invading aliens that actually use encryption techniques that humans can’t get around in a two-hour movie (really, does anyone actually think that Jeff Goldblum is that smart?  Heck, he actually turned into a really gross fly-thing because he wasn’t smart enough to put a screen door on his teleportation pods.  Hey genius, how about installing a computer that can tell if more than one life form is in the pod and aborts the process before you transmogrify into a half human, half fly freak?  And, about the aliens in “Independence Day:” what, was there a USB port in the alien space ship, or did they have a WiFi “hotspot” in the mothership that he could use to upload the shield-dropping virus into?  C’mon, it’s not like the mothership was an intergalactic Starbucks or something… Jeeze.)  Look, sorry to get off track here but that’s been bugging me ever since “Independence Day” came out & I just had to get it off my chest.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
     Ok, back to the reason for the “ultimate” Harrumph Files alert.  So, a bunch of wild animals got loose in Ohio recently when the owner opened the gates & then killed himself.  Yes, it was tragic to see all these animals shot dead.  Yes, they should’ve been taken better care of.  Yes, it was a waste of good animal pelts (well, they were dead and I could’ve got a nice pimp-like tiger stripe coat outta the deal or maybe an actual lion’s head to wear around on Halloween, or even at the office!)  Yes, it was all of these things, but that’s not the reason for the alert.  You see, I believe that this incident could signal the end of the world as we know it… and I don’t feel fine.
     As the news followed the story they kept us abreast of the tally of animals that were killed, captured, and MIA.  At one point the TV listed the story as: “Ohio Sheriff: Mountain Lion, Grizzly Bear, & Monkey still loose.”  Now, I know that good, decent, midwestern children (sadly though, not scarecrows & tinmen) know how to handle lions & tigers & bears in the wild.  Usually a simple slap across the face will suffice.  However, I don’t think they can handle lions & monkeys & bears… oh my!  And that’s where the difficulties lie.  You see, you can always slap a cowardly lion or tiger or bear into shape, but monkeys, as we all know, are just plain evil.  A simple slap will not do, especially for the flying kind.
     And I also want to know, as the mountain lion, grizzly bear, & monkey were still on the lamb… did they cut out on their own, or were they sticking together?  I think we all know that if they stayed together they would’ve been a much harder foe to vanquish.  Of course, I’m sure the monkey was running the entire show.  Later, the sheriff reported that there was only a wuf (I think that he meant a “wolf,” but sure enough, rerun the tape & you’ll see: he said “wuf”) and that pesky monkey still loose.
     Hmmm, no mountain lion, no grizzly bear, just a wuf and a monkey evading the authorities.  Now, my theory is as follows: the monkey, bear, & lion run into a wuf (either a wild one or a fellow escapee, it doesn’t matter) and the monkey realizes that it’s only a matter of time before the police notice a freakin’ lion and bear running around (it’s not really easy to hide when you’re 800 pounds!) and convinces the lion & bear to strike out on their own, maybe faking a leg injury and telling them that he’ll only slow them down.  Then, after they’re gone he convinces the wuf to join up with him.  The bear & lion end up as living room rugs and the monkey’s got protection & a ride that most people will only think is a stray dog wearing a monkey backpack.  Very tricky.
            So, here’s the reason for the alert:  the monkey is still on the loose, people.  And apparently this monkey is a thinking, conniving, depraved monstrosity hell-bent on world domination.  Obviously the monkey somehow forced the owner to release the other wild animals, knowing the havoc it would create… and the opportunity for him to make good his escape.  I also don’t think it’s a coincidence that this evil monkey (I know, it’s redundant) made his escape soon after a Planet of the Apes movie was released (even if it did suck and had no real apes in it.)  Well, I for one will not live on a planet ruled by apes!  A planet ruled by horse riding, clothes wearing, talking apes who see us humans as a scourge to be destroyed!  Colonel George Taylor asked a question back in 1968:  “A planet where apes evolved from men?  There’s got to be an answer.”  Here is your answer Taylor, and our destiny.  Harrumph…

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Harrumph File #089 10.16.2011_ To Victory, And Beyond!

     As you recall, the management of HARRUMPH has established that our illustrious leader, H.A. Rrumph has taken personal command of our glorious armies as they advance into the very heart of the vile enemy forces defending Disneyland.  We now go live to our correspondent in the field, Colonel Oliver South.  He is transmitting from the Adventureland/New Orleans Square front where Commander-in-Chief and Grand Generalissimo H.A. Rrumph leads our troops in the latest assault on the vile & despicable enemy cartoon characters defending the “Pirates of the Caribbean” attraction.
     Colonel South:  “Oliver South here, reporting from the front lines.  We are currently mopping up the final resistance in the Pirates of the Caribbean attraction, New Orleans Square.  As you can see, the entire façade of the ride has been blown away from repeated attack helicopter strikes.  Let me tell you, it has been one heck of a fight.  These cartoon characters, which comprise most of the criminal Disney army, are tough opponents for our brave and intrepid soldiers.  However, with skill and perseverance our glorious armies continue to root out the hated enemy.
     “It has been a tough fight from the very beginning when, after years of provocation from the enemy, HARRUMPH liberation forces, acting solely in self-defense, finally were permitted to take the fight to the enemy on their own ground.  As I said, the fight has been difficult from the start.  In our advance up Main Street our men had to contend with roadblocks hastily thrown up by retreating Disney security forces.  Cartoon snipers delayed our advance and took a bloody toll.
     “As our fighting men pushed past the Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Room and into Adventureland they were met with stiff resistance, even tougher than the fight on Main Street.  Well, we found out why after several prisoners related stories of the Disney security police shooting deserters.  Despicable conduct from a despicable foe.
     “As out troops began an amphibious assault in the Jungle Cruise area an IED exploded in the bazaar as a company of our troops were passing through.  Once again, despicable tactics from these creatures.  In fact, the company of soldiers that was hit was a medical support unit caring for enemy wounded in the bazaar and passing out candy to refugee children.  Fortunately, the IED was just a group of old Disney balloons, so when they exploded it only made a “pop” sound, no casualties.  Pffft… toons…
     “As the amphibious assault went in at the Jungle Cruise, HARRUMPH special forces heli-casted into the “Tarzan” tree house.  After a brief firefight, documents, in Tarzan & Jane’s own handwriting, were found, implicating them in the disappearance of the Swiss family Robinson (declared “neutrals” in the war.)
Our glorious armies advance upon the vile enemy!  To victory, and beyond!
     “The real story here took place once Adventureland was secured.  Various and scattered toon battalions were in full retreat when they were stopped at the Pirates attraction by the Disney secret police, led by their infamous chief, Goofy.  He quickly, if not clumsily, organized a skirmish line to delay our forces (they had actually only stopped to rearm & resupply,) while retreating with the bulk of his forces into the attraction itself.
     “Once our helicopter attack neutralized his outposts our troops entered the building.  Here they met the enemy.  Our troops were prepared for a pitched battle.  However, Goofy had armed his criminals with prop weapons from the ride and they were quickly defeated.  Long lines of cartoon prisoners are now being led out in toon-proof handcuffs to the waiting vats of ‘Dip.’
     “Colonel Oliver South reporting from New Orleans Square.  To victory, and beyond!”
            Harrumph…

Thursday, October 13, 2011

H.A. Rrumph Update!

     After consulting with our front line headquarters the management of HARRUMPH can now confirm that H.A. Rrumph has taken over as Commander-in-Chief and Grand Generalisimo of our glorious army fighting the cowardly  and despicable Disney security forces defending the very heart of Disneyland.  He has been seen virtually everywhere on the front lines, inspiring and leading our illustrious troops in their tireless fight against the vile, dastardly enemy.
     He has suffered many great wounds as he wades into each and every fight with no regard to his own safety.  Huge numbers of wretched cartoon characters have experienced his wrath.  Countless numbers of our troops owe their very lives to his dauntless courage and decisive action.
     He is saluted not only by our own troops as he passes them in his ever-forward movement but also by the multitudes of captured Disney prisoners, who, recognizing his force of personality and his grand compassion for his vanquished foes throw flower pedals along his path to victory, the flowers torn from the very gardens they had previously defended.  We will continue to keep you informed as more news of our celebrated leader becomes available.  To victory, and beyond!!!!!!!

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Please Continue Standing By

     The management of HARRUMPH is currently following up on information that there have been several sightings of H.A. Rrumph in the southern California region.  As you recall, HARRUMPH forces invaded Disneyland in February of 2011.  The struggle continues and rumors have reached us that H.A. Rrumph himself has been seen at the front lines of our glorious forces as they push through Adventureland into New Orleans Square.  Of course, being the riveting and inspiring figure that he is, this is only to be expected.  We will update you as information permits.  Please stand by.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Please Stand By

     It has come to the attention of the management that a new Harrumph File was not posted this last Sunday, October 9th, 2011.  We are investigating and will post further information as it becomes available.  Please stand by...

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Harrumph File #088 10.02.2011_ Yes, Virginia, There Are Monster Claws

FROM THE EDITORS:

     We take pleasure in answering at once and thus prominently the communication below, expressing at the same time our great gratification that it’s faithful author is numbered among the friends of THE HARRUMPH FILES.

“Dear Editor:  I am eight years old.
“Some of my little friends say there are no monster claws.
“Papa says ‘If you see it in THE HARRUMPH FILES it’s so.’
“Pleas tell me the truth;  Are there monster claws?
                                  “Virginia O’Hanlon
“115 West Ninety-fifth street


     VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except [what] they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
     Yes, Virginia, there are monster claws.  They exist as certainly as fear and trepidation exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest feelings of dread and consternation.  They lurk in the dark corners of seldom used rooms.  They scuttle and swarm in the dead space below your bed.  They congregate in the dim, foreboding corners of the back of your clothes closet.
     Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no monster claws. It would be as strange as if there were no VIRGINIAS. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to offset the evil of monsters and their sharp, pointy claws. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
     Not believe in monster claws! You might as well not believe in other mythical creatures that no one has ever seen! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the dark corners and under every bed to catch lurking monsters, but even if they did not see the monsters that are surely there, what would that prove?  Monsters are tricky.  Monsters are quick and fast.  Monsters anticipate the exact moment that a child pulls the covers away from the underside of the bed, as they try to catch them in the act of pouncing from under the bed.  Otherwise, how could that creepy clown doll from “Poltergeist” have snuck up on the kid and attacked him just as the kid thought he was safe?  Remember jumping in your seat at the theater when that happened?  He got you too!
     So yes, VIRGINIA, you can look forward to years and years of cowering in fear under your covers at night, knowing that just a blanket width away is a monster with razor-like claws (and really bad breath) just waiting for you to stick your foot out so they can grab it; or daring you to get out of bed and creep across a silent room to close that closet door that you knew was closed when the lights went out but now is mysteriously open… and appears to be opening wider ever so slowly… as if an unknown force is pushing it open from inside the closet.  And even if you make it to the closet and successfully trap the monster inside, you’ll still have to make it back onto the bed and under the covers, where you’re “safe.”  Can you leap from the floor to the bed with enough clearance to prevent a long monster arm from reaching out from under the bed and grabbing your ankle, just when you think you’ve made it?  There’s only one way to know VIRGINIA… Muahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
      And, for those skeptics out there who do not believe that there are truly monster claws causing mischief in the night; thumping around and making all kinds of rackets as you try to sleep; eating slippers in the middle of the night; breathing their horrid, monster breath on you or nibbling your fingers and ears incessantly, I have provided proof.  Proof in the form of pictures.  Pictures of the monster that lives in my house.
            Oh wait a minute, that’s no monster, it’s just Miss Peeps.  Harrumph…