Latveria Ratifies Kyoto Protocol
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Latveria Ratifies Kyoto Protocol
Phoolishly phunded by SGPHC! Volume 2, Issue 7 Wednesday, January 18th, 2006 The Chicago Shady Dealer C R E S C A T META-DISCLAIMER: If you object to hunting down dogs, please replace ‘dog’ with another animal or inanimate object of choice. Thank you. READ AT YOUR OWN PERIL: Wild Speculation 2 Your Mother 2 An Epic Saga 3 Tomfoolery 3 Self-Aggrandizement 3 Phallic Humor 3 Serious Literature 4 Jokes About Cancer 4 This Week in Facebook 4 V I T I A E X C O L A N T U R Latveria Ratifies Kyoto Protocol ¡DISCLAIMER! If you are offended or otherwise provoked to hunt us down like the dogs we are in retribution for what is printed here, please stop, breathe deeply, count to 10, and remember the guiding principle of our staff: The Chicago Shady Dealer is not a reliable news source. R U M O R ing that he had a previous appointment to destroy the Fantastic Four at two o’clock. Latveria, located just south of the Carpathian mountain range, is a small nation that has been ruled by von Doom–commonly described as ‘nefarious’ or ‘megalomaniacal’– since the late 1960's. Technically a constitutional tyrannocracy, Latveria has boasted unparalleled economic growth for much of von Doom’s reign, thanks to his incredible technological innovations in the fields of heavy industry, metallurgy and invincible super-weapons. Its main exports are death and terror. Von Doom has long been critical of pollution and the shortsightedness of industry. “After all, one day Doom shall be the unquestioned master of the world,” he said in a recent interview on CNN. “Doom would appreciate it if you miserable fools would refrain from polluting it in the meantime.” However, Doom has himself come under fire for his stances on other issues such as human rights, Count von Doom, ever the jokester, initially signed the document in pencil. When a senior diplomat pointed out his faux pas, he reinternational cooperation and his signed the accord in the blood of the innocent. multiple attempts to conquer the world. He has on several occasions By Ted Anderson “Today is a great day for the subjects of clashed with such superheroes as the FantasThe tiny, fictional Eastern European na- the great Doom,” said the count, referring to tic Four, the Avengers, and Squirrel Girl. In tion of Latveria today became the 154th coun- himself in the third person. “No longer will April 2003, Doom was attacked in a Denver try to ratify the Kyoto Protocol, the interna- they be forced to suffer from the respiratory airport by a suicide bomber opposed to his tional treaty on climate change intended to problems brought on by airborne industrial rule of Latveria, and was saved only thanks to reduce global levels of pollution, particularly pollutants, or live in fear of a time when the the timely intervention of Captain America carbon dioxide. The supreme ruler of Latve- polar ice caps shall be melted by the green- and Spider-man. In spite of such resentment ria, Count Victor von Doom, Ph.D, known in- house effect. Instead, they shall be able to over his rule, as well as his apparent recent formally as Doctor Doom, spoke today at a lead happy, productive lives assisting me in demise in an alternate ‘pocket’ dimension press conference wearing his trademark my various plans to achieve world domina- after an extended clash with the demon Megreen cape, suit of armor and imposing metal tion. Doom conquers all!” The count did not phisto, von Doom is likely to remain ruler of mask. take questions after the announcement, stat- Latveria for quite some time. Shady Dealer Writer Arrested for Crimes too Horrible to Describe By Ted Anderson Jeff Badcrumble, itinerant hobo and freelance writer for the Shady Dealer, was arrested last night on charges that cannot be printed or even described. Badcrumble, best known for his twenty-six part expose on the secret lives of chairs and awardwinning memoirs Like Rafting Down A River Of Awesomeitude: The Secret Thoughts of Jeff Badcrumble, is currently in custody pending trial. His bail has not been set, because the judge who would have set it, after being told the crimes Badcrumble was accused of, ran screaming from the room. “Last night, the University police came across Mr. Badcrumble in a situation that we are literally unable to describe at present,” said Lavidicus O’Day, spokesman for the UCPD, at a press conference early this morning. “He has been charged for no less than three hundred and seventy-five separate and distinct crimes, some of which had to be invented on the spot simply to take in the unimaginable perversity of his actions. We would refer to them as ‘crimes against humanity’, but even this cannot take in their full scope, and we may need to create an entirely new category of evil simply to define what Mr. Badcrumble has done. “I wish it were possible to give you an accurate picture of what our officers found last night when they kicked in Mr. Badcrumble’s door. However, this is not possible, partly because most of those officers are either still in shock or incurably insane, and partly because the little we can tell you is so mind-bending horrible that by telling you we could ourselves be prosecuted,” O’Day went on to say. However, the Shady Dealer has been able to acquire a few small details about exactly what Badcrumble is accused of. We are certain that it involved at least four prostitutes, a platypus, and several species of cephalopod; however, the presence of one or more dead gophers has not been confirmed. It is also known that police removed several staple guns from Badcrumble’s apartment as evidence, in addition to three industrial-sized bottles of Flintstones vitamins. Our reporter on the scene described a smell “like rotten oranges and fabric softener” coming from the room before he began laughing uncontrollably and had to be removed to the nearest mental institution. He is not expected to recover. When asked to comment on Badcrumble’s arrest, Chicago Shady Dealer editor Zachary Binney did not mince words. “Personally, I’m glad as hell that fucker finally got arrested,” Binney said, wiping powder from the end of his nose. “He used to turn up at staff meetings with a dozen stab wounds, covered in blood and holding his own severed ear. All he’d say was ‘you should see the other guys’. I mean, his articles were genius, no doubt— he once wrote an editorial that actually gave readers seizures, it was so scathing. But his kind of crazy we don’t need in this paper. You want a hit? Primo Columbian, man. Uncut.” Police came to Badcrumble’s apartment at approximately 12:20 a.m. last night in response to repeated complaints from Brian McEnergy, Badcrumble’s upstairs neighbor. “Around midnight, I Ferderal agents were called in to secure this man, believed to be Badcrumble, after the arresting officers were found lying in a pool of vomit and tears, catatonic and curled into the fetal position. started hearing these freaky noises coming from downstairs,” McEnergy said. “It sounded like...hell, I don’t know. I was in Vietnam for six years, man, and I never heard nothin’ that horrible. It was like hearin’ the devil have sex with a fax machine with a brass band playin’ along. I jumped outta bed and I called the cops quick as I could, ‘cause whatever those folks were doin’ down there, it sure weren’t natural.” Responding to complaints of police brutality, O’Day was surprisingly candid. “Sure, our guys roughed him up a little,” he said. “But let me tell you–from what I’ve heard, he deserved everything he got and so much more. It may take years to make that apartment inhabitable again. Our officers may never recover from the awful, hideous things they saw in there. Terrors that would have driven Lovecraft himself to madness. We can only hope that his trial results in a painful and prolonged execution, designed to wring every last drop of agony from his shattered body.” Our thoughts and prayers are emphatically not with Mr. Badcrumble in this time of trial. V o l u m e 2 , I s s u e 7 P a g e “Gravitas? Gravitastic!” 2 Who’s the Boss? Bush to Retire from Presidency, Seek New Job as University President Circumcision Guy May be Named New University President By Noah Kristula-Green moderate on social issues and never actuBy Ethan Stanislawski University of Chicago’s future, Strandjord In a move that echoed former Russian ally supportive of him, vote McCain!” Daniel Strandjord, a constant presence raised chuckles when he said “here are my President Boris Yeltsin’s retirement, George agenda, are also in a tight spot. As one on the University of Chicago campus and the plans—uncut.” After the chuckles deservedly W. Bush addressed the nation on New Years GOPer told us in private in the parking lot son of a McClintock Teaching Award winning turned into groans, Strandjord quickly reEve with the following statement: with his face in the deepest darkest shadprofessor, is considered by many to be a gained his composure by discussing some “My fellow Americans: I have done my ows, “The Dubyaführer will not settle for frontrunner to replace departing President bold, daring propositions. best to be your President these last five anything less than total control of his base, Don Randel. Mr. Strandjord, best known for “My first action as President will be to years. However, due to the difficultyness of and unless the IHC and SG approve of his his daily anti-circumcision activism outside cut off the University Hospital’s circumcision my work, and the fact that Iraq is now turn- plans, heads of various student leaders and the University of Chicago Hospital, had the program, and increase education on the ing into a mess that takes up far too much activists, will roll! Metaphorically, of course.” support of his “groupies” and the “groupies cruel nature of circumcision, as well as the time for the poll numbers I have, I’ve de- President “President” George Walker Bush of the groupies”, according to facebook.com. dangers.” cided that the prudent thing to do would be has stated he intends to “stay the course” His reputation grew with a featured article Mr. Strandjord also proposed expanding to retire from my current job.” with regards to the University’s expansion, on his cause in the Maroon last April, and the undergraduate biology program and Yet cheer and adulation was short lived but he also has some plans of his own. It’s Strandjord impressed the Board with his adding a specialization in reproductive biolfor University of Chicago students as Presi- rumored that Pierce, Hutch, Bartlett, and rhetorical abilities, undying dedication to the ogy. He plans to expand the gender studies, dent Bush outlined the next stage of his life: other dining services will be phased out to university and skillful financial management political science and public policy depart“I look forward to seeking a new position as accommodate service from Halliburton. “Just imagine: every day he’s out there ments, with an added emphasis on the polPresident of the University of Chicago”. To Aramark declined to comment. advocating his cause,” Board Chairman icy of sexuality and human rights. which the general American populace reBut his most daring and controversial James S. Crown said in a recent press conMr. Strandjord explained, “The main sponded “University of Illinois at Chicago?” change involves the famed “Great Books” ference. “He doesn’t have a job since he’s problem with America is its prudishness While much of the world is not con- curriculum. Bush has personally revised the out there all day. Yet he still manages to towards sex, and as a university we need to cerned about who becomes the president of list to include some of his favorite texts, make ends meet. That gives me the utmost find more compelling evidence to underthe “socially irrelevant” University of Chicago starting with Goodnight Moon and The Very confidence in his ability to manage this uni- stand just how dangerous that prudishness (The New Yorker, Oct 10 2005), many mem- Hungry Caterpillar. Marx and that “cheese versity’s financial resources. Furthermore, can be.” bers of the student body have expressed eatin surrender moneky” Tocqueville have the fact that he can raise so much awareThe prospective President plans to enshock and disgust at this new development, been removed from the list. Although Bush ness of so small an issue is particularly im- courage this message by bringing in such allnotably the 558 members of the “George is very fond of Hobbes, he has reported that pressive. If he can get people to stop having star faculty members as David Bowie and Bush is not my President” Facebook group. he thinks Leviathan is “long” and will recircumcisions, he certainly can get alumni to Günter, and plans to raise money as quickly One member of the group commented, “We quest that they switch to teaching “The Esdonate money.” as possible for a new university arts cendidn’t get to be the second largest group sential Calvin and Hobbes” by Bill WatterWhen asked about his plans for The ter/erotica store, preliminarily named the after ‘I went to a Public School, Bitch!’ just to son. “Michel Foucault Memorial Lovehave this happen to us!” nasium,” pleasing many university Many University of Chicago stuprofessors, students, and random dents are now in what they will gladly old gay guys in Europe. refer to as (to prove their better-thanAmong many other propoaverage literacy) “a Catch-22”. As a sitions, Mr. Strandjord plans to UCDems member explained, “The coteach a Big Problems course called nundrum is simple: either George Bush “Circumcision, Tradition, and Huhas his finger on the nuclear button, his man Rights” to be cross-listed with hand in the continued worsening of our HIPS, Jewish Studies, Gender Studnational security, and his feet pressing ies and Philosophy. Finally, Mr. the valves of the appointments of more Strandjord proposed increasing Michael Browns, or he cockblocks my activism programs on campus, but learning experience and personally calmed the fears of overworked ruins my life! Clearly there is no lesser students when he said, “No one of the two evils.” has to be as hardcore as I am, but While most of the College Republistill, it’s necessary to get these cans were predictably enthusiastic, kids out of the Reg and actually some, who had planned to take advansupporting a cause.” Three Ecotage of Bush’s weakness to push the “I Left-to right: Bush, Corey, and Strandjord. According to highly placed administrative sources, these are the three most qualified candidates for nomics majors proceeded to kill may be a Republican, but I am more University President. Also according to our sources, all of them have been circumcised, and Bush is secretly “left-leaning.” themselves. If I Were President, by Second-Year Max Corey With Don Michael Randel deciding he’s had enough of Hyde Park, I thought, what would I do if I were President of the University of Chicago? Realizing that I have a better chance of winning the lottery, going on a date with Eva Longoria, and becoming the lead singer of a popular, octo-platinum punk rock band called “Angry Fucked-Up 20 year Olds who hate stuff and dye their hair, paint their nails, and wear black to stick it to the man Malaise 5” all on the same day, I can nevertheless imagine what I would do if I were President of the University of Chicago for one day. 1) The Chipotle Meal Plan: Seriously, a pop, a sandwich, and some chips at Bartlett is approximately $60. Alan Greenspan would schvitz if he saw this kind of inflation. Anyway, this plan would allow students to eat at chipotle every day, which is both cheaper and better. As Luke 3:17 says, “If you don’t like Chipotle, then God will smite you.” 2) Let’s Start Recruiting--For football/real sports only. Seriously, wouldn’t it be great to have someone like USC QB Matt Leinart in your HUMA (or would I write HUME since that’s how we say it? Someone needs to decide this) or SOSC (or would I write SOSH or SOSCH or SOSHE? Again, I’m very confused) class? I can see it now: Professor: Ok, so can anyone explain to me the relationship Marx uses between exchange value, use value, and labor? Matt? Matt Leinart: Umm… umm… umm… H u m a n umm… dammit, I knew this one….P? 3) Stress-related Ulcer Prevention Day: Like suicide prevention day, but in 3rd quarter. 4) Better Lecturers: Sure, Professor Cass Sunstein’s legal lectures may contain relevant information regarding civil liberties in post 9/11 democracy, but I want some pizzazz. How about Prince, Denise Richards, or the founder of Facebook coming to campus? Aren’t these people just as influential as any professor or intellectual? 5) Smiling Sessions: It’s first week and there’s little homework on a beautiful autumn day with the birds and the bees out probably having sex with each other, and you notice that no one on this campus is smiling, even on a great day like this. I propose mandatory smiling sessions, where people learn the art of sociability. Such important sessions include, “Why saying hello to the opposite sex does not have to be stressful and/or awkward”, “You can be polite to strangers”, and “Lift your head up and smile god dammit, we’re all a bunch of over privileged college students and we could be mining diamonds for De Beers making six cents an hour and eating moldy rice every day so be grateful”. 6) Guns for Freshman-Because a rape whistle isn’t going to do a lot when you’re half-drunk and alone on the Red Line surrounded by half of Chicago’s Crypts at 3 a.m. 7) The Cobb TVs-You know those Tvs in I n t e r e s t While Not Fat, Your Mother is Easy By Samantha Schoeneman I am sorry. I am not doing this to upset you. I just think you should know the truth about your mother, so you do not put her or women in general on a pedestal like the medieval knights with all that Camelot, Lady of Shallot crap. Your mom is willing to share more of her goodies than her chocolate cookies. My suspicions began last year when I was shopping at Victoria’s Secret and trying to purchase some lacy underthings for a lingerie party but instead was arguing with the cashier. (I don’t want an Angel’s Card. I Cobb that are taller than a tall midget, flat become more normal, and cheerleaders is a screen, and never used by any class? Those great place to start. I guarantee our football have to be able to fetch at least one grand a attendance would increase to record highs of piece on eBay. I say we sell them and split 40, nay, 50 people. the money between the faculty and the stu11) Housing for Sorority’s: Just to go out dents. Or maybe it could go to Hurricane of my way to show I’m not sexist, sororities Katrina relief, since apparently, that’s been should have their own housing. in the news lately. Drier/Washing machine included….I will now 8) No homework Tuesdays-This one’s crawl in a hole and hide. purely selfish, my favorite TV shows are on 12) Core Changes. Sure, we all should Tuesday and I hate having to tape them. I read Thucydides, know how to do a derivaalso hate linoleum floors, every Mariah Carey tive, and pass the language proficiency test. CD, and things that smell like tuna but aren’t But we need more options within each core tuna. class: 9) Celebrity Professors--and I don’t HUMA: “Readings in People Magazine”; “The mean Herman Sinaiko: Wouldn’t it be great, Sitcom in Society”; “The Collected Works of if, even for a day, your poly sci professor was R.L. Stine” taught by Ian Ziering of 90210 and you just ART/MUSIC REQUIREMENT: “Tupac Shakur got sidetracked as he went on this tangent and the West Coast Revolution”; “Toby Keith: about the time he and Luke Perry got drunk Trashy redneck hick or lyrical poet?”; “Jim before a mall autograph session and almost Davis: Garfield after 9/11” had sex in the middle of the food court? PHYSICAL SCIENCES: “Magma is Hot, so Wouldn’t a Bio lecturer be great if it was Don’t Touch it”; “The Chemistry of College: taught Dr. Phil, and you just had really emo- Ecstasy, Heroin, and Quaaludes”; “Time tional conversations with each student and Travel, Flux Capacitors, and the Dolorean: you didn’t learn a thing, other than that the The Works of Dr. Emmett Brown”; girl who you hate who always asks inappro- BIO TOPICS: “Boogers and Phlegm”; “Fecal priate questions has sexual identity prob- Matters”; “The Biology of the Cocoa Bean,” lems? This would be critical to my presi- with required field trip to the Ghiradelli dency, like tax cuts to George W. Bush, wel- Chocolate Store in downtown Chicago; and fare reform to Bill Clinton, and doing jackshit “The Evolution of Cheetah Genitalia” to Gerald Ford. 10) Cheerleaders: Granted, they may Call that my 12 points, like Wilson’s 14, not look like the Dallas Cowboys Cheerlead- but two less for you fundamentals majors. ers, but our school desperately needs to just want to buy the panties and leave!) admissions department right under Ted Finally, while the pissed off employee was O’Neil’s office when I noticed your mother carelessly throwing my panties in a bag, I walking up the stairs. Several minutes later looked to my right and saw your mother buy- when I was busy memorizing facts about the ing some G-strings and asking another sales- architecture of the Max Palevsky dorms for lady if there were more in different colors. At my campus tour, I thought I heard Ted movfirst I just assumed she and your father had ing furniture above and then a loud groan. a healthy sexual relationship, but then I re- Thinking Ted was having trouble shifting his membered your father was a Catholic insur- desk, I came to the rescue. As I was about ance salesman. to knock on the door, your mother exited Later that summer I was working in the See PROMISCUOUS, next page V o l u m e 2 , I s s u e 7 P a g e “Do not operate while under the influence of heavy machinery.” B l a t a n t S e l f - P r o m o t i o n A Word from Our Editor Shady Dealer Recognized for Transcendent Genius By Joel Putnam The Chicago Shady Dealer was recently presented with an award recognizing the “Transcendent Genius” of its work. We here at the Dealer were pleased to receive this award and distinction after our effort to get out an excellent issue every three weeks. It is truly gratifying to know that our hard work has garnered such critical acclaim. We can’t pretend to be surprised after hearing all the praise we’ve received from so many different quarters: “Man that… [Chicago Shady Dealer] was awesome! I loved it!” - Second year student, Joe Schmidt, approached after a con- cert in Mandel hall. “What do I think is the best publication on campus? Why the… [Chicago Shady Dealer] of course!” - Third year Julie Stein, working at the Regenstein Library. “The… [Chicago Shady Dealer] is a classic for a reason. I think it’s the best thing I’ve ever read.” - First year Kenneth Barstow as overheard while leaving his Greek Thought and Lit class. “That Shady Dealer [is really, really cool].” - C-Shop staff member Lisa Jordan on break near Reynolds Club newsstands. “What the heck is [possibly even close to being as good as] the Chicago Shady P o l i t i c a l By Michael Stevens On Tuesday, the office of Ohio Rep. John Boehner released a list of 18 new congressional supporters in his bid for House majority leader. While there was much celebration in the Boehner camp, skeptics fear that this Boehner may have shot his wad too early. Teresa Wiseman, a political correspondent for CNN, explains: “Boehner’s top competitor for the position, Republican whip Rep. Roy Blunt, has put up a good fight and continues to lead in the polls. The problem with Blunt, though, is that many members of Congress see him as a sluggish, fat, pennypinching, spineless jellyfish. In other words, Blunt is a lazy scarecrow-of-a-man that refuses to allocate funds where they are needed most. In still other words, Blunt is a tightly rolled pillar of grass that needs a fire lit underneath it. If that happened I bet we would all get along a lot better.” It has become clear in recent weeks Dealer? I’ve never heard of [anything that could come even near] it.” - Professor Nigel Sydney, Chemistry Department. “This Shady Dealer thing is [the best thing I’ve ever read it makes everything else look like] utter crap.” - Dean John Boyer. And our favorite from just last week: “The Chicago [Shady Dealer]… should be recognized [for]… transcendent… genius.” Mayor Richard M. Daley. We decided to take the mayor’s advice and therefore embezzled some Red Cross Hurricane Relief funding and bought ourselves a gold plaque recognizing our transcendent genius. N e w s Floppy Boehner Struggles Against Blunt Whip that the majority of Congress shares Wiseman’s sentiments. Poll after poll has shown Blunt clearly in the lead and many are now asking themselves, “how many beatings with a Blunt GOP whip can this Boehner take?” In an effort to boost his campaign, Boehner began making numerous cross country trips to speak and raise money. Unfortunately, the trips may have done more to annoy potential supporters than to woo them. As one spectator put it, “Boehner came everywhere and is now left with a pretty sticky situation.” Furthermore, Boehner has changed his mind regarding his previous stance on stem-cell research – a move that many believe makes Boehner look wishy-washy. Rep. Steve Buyer, R-Indiana, was chair of the committee to which Boehner first made clear his change of heart regarding stem-cell research. In a televised press conference, Buyer issued this complaint about Boehner’s reckless behavior: “Rep. Boehner came into our meeting with a proposal that contradicted his previous statements on stem-cell research. Also, he hadn’t even taken the time to clean up his appearance! He had BBQ sauce on his tie, and his shirt was sloppily tucked and wrinkled. I quickly berated him. America’s cultural climate is far too fragile for messy political flip-floppers right now. The other committee members may have refrained from pointing out his inconsistencies, but I, thank God, had the courage to speak up. I don’t know about the rest of this country’s legislators, but when a sloppy, floppy Boehner comes my way, I don’t keep my mouth shut!” Blunt’s lead was strengthened yesterday when he got the nod from former House majority leader and current shame-of-thenation Tom DeLay. DeLay remarked that, “when it comes to raising America to new heights, Ohio’s Boehner is too short. What we really need to get us higher is a Blunt. A great big, crazy-ass mad Blunt.” T r a v e s t y Sexual Desirability Indicated by Popped Collar By El Bozo Dan “DP” Polawaski indicated his sexual desirability and willingness to mate via the upturned collar on his pink Lacoste polo shirt last Friday at Alpha Delt. The collar, when raised up an extra two inches, transcends its normal appearance and suggests that the wearer possesses youthful virility, healthy good looks, and the willingness to do it all night if the opportunity came. “Unlike the animal world, humans usually conceal their sexual willingness with a wink and a smile. Yet this human male is wearing brighter plumage than any other male at the party,” commented zoologist David Papadakis “His appearance is a blatant invitation for later coitus, or at least for genital rubbing through clothing on the dance floor. The only thing that would be worrisome in the wild to a male of his caliber is the presence of so many other young men displaying their desirability via similar or in some cases, exactly identical clothing” At least 6 other males at the party were also wearing polo shirts with upturned collars, all competing for the 20 or so attractive girls persuaded or duped into going to the party. Freudian psychologist Abigail Ellington has a different theory on Polawaski’s overt sexual agenda. “The raising of his collar is a highly symbolic act. By extending it to reach his ears, he is making it an extension of his penis, and showing the ‘fine honeys’ that he is ready and willing for action. The patriarchal overtones of a polo shirt also call out to girls as a father figure, thus piquing their Electra complexes, and ensuring that he won’t sleep alone tonight. More interesting is the color of his shirt. The garish shade of pink cries that he’s a responsible, mature adult who’s comfortable with his sexuality, which belies the fact that every third word out of his mouth is ‘faggot’. Every detail of his clothing is care- C o m i c a l l y T h e The collar says “yes”, but the hat says “No, dear God, no!” PROMISCUOUS, from preceding with her sweater inside out and pretended not to notice me. Ted looked his usual self although his hair seemed more messed up than usual. (Guess you did not get in here because of your own achievement. Did you really think anyone cared that you started an Anime club?) Seeing Ted did not need any help I excused myself and returned to studying how we used to have a great football team…a hundred years ago. But what really convinced me was when I was riding my bicycle past your parents’ house and saw the newspaper boy, pants around his ankles, climbing down the oak tree from your mom’s bedroom window and your mom waving and saying something about him being a lot more articulate than the Maroon. I’m sorry if you’re disillusioned, if you have lost your faith in all you hold dear. I just thought you should know that your mom is easy. H i l a r i o u s E p i c V o l k l o r e : S u g a r m a n S a g a I I 3 By Pat Lange Profligate (adj.) - Given over to dissipation; dissolute. Recklessly wasteful; wildly extravagant, willing to fund The Chicago Shady Dealer. See Student Government. O p i n i o n s The Shady Dealer Asks: With the general increase of crime in the local area, it is important to consider how the University can work to increase security for the student body, which is why the Shady Dealer asked, “What would you do to decrease the problem of local crime?” UC Democrats: “On a recent episode of The West Wing, they made crime illegal. And everyone obeyed.” College Objectivists: “What should we do? We don’t have to do anything you tell us to do! It is because you don’t use your own motor power of your so called “mind” to save yourself, that you come to us to ask for a solution. So typical of you looters and second-handers.” The Maroon: “I shall write a witty yet thought provoking editorial, that makes use of every book I read in Hume, to be able to show why we need an Arist ota lian /Homer ic /Pl aton ic/Sh ak espearean/Kantian approach to deal with the problem.” Tae Kwon Do Club Instructor: “Prudence and balance are necessary; we can not allow ourselves to react rashly.” Tae Kwon Do Student: “Bring it on!” Investment Banking Group: “My money! My money! Don’t touch my precious money!” Mahjong Society: “Since joining the society and reading our bible, The Joy Luck Club, I have come to terms with the numerous racial, age, and identity issues which cause people to feel disconnected from their past, and yet at the same time, capable of realizing the importance of making peace with it. This of course means I have absolutely no opinion on how to deal with this local issue which could potentially harm me.” Student Government: “Wrong people to come to, I’m afraid.” fully selected to ensure that he comes across at attractive, imposing, and sexually irresistible. Especially the thick, braindeadening musk of his Tommy Hilfiger cologne.” When asked for comment about his sartorial choices, Polawaski chose to remain vague. “I fuckin’ love this song. You know man, I love you, I really do, we should hang out more, you know man? Hey do you think that Cindy is hot, cuz I Wooooo!” Woooooo indeed. F u n n i e s I t S e e m e d t o M a k e S e n s e a t t h e T i m e . . . S c i e n c e The Chicago Shady Dealer is: The TA-ven Once upon a midnight dreary, while I squinted, clicked and queried At many a quaint and curious forgotten Facebook profile wall, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a crashing, As of someone fiercely smashing, bashing into my dorm room wall. “ ’Tis some sophomore,” I muttered, “crashing through the Shoreland’s halls; Only this, and nothing more.” Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, “Doubtless,” said I, “what he utters is his only stock and store Because of the many drinks he’s mastered, for (unmerciful disaster!) They followed fast and followed faster, till his vision a double burden bore,— Till his dry tongue and drier lips only that one sad word could form— That word ‘Never—nevermore.’” Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, And each of my final papers lay incomplete on my dorm room floor. Anxiously I feared the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From Facebook surcease of sorrow (for calculus is quite a bore), And find the profile of that one girl from my SoSc class named Lenore, Who had dropped the class forevermore. But my TA still beguiling all my tired face into smiling, Straight I dragged a cushy bean bag chair in front of man, whiteboard, and door; Then, into bean bag sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this drunk man wandering my floor— What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and drunk man wandering my floor Meant in croaking “Nevermore.” And the bothersome uncertain banging of my radiator Thrilled me—filled me with a vast annoyance never felt before; So that now, to still its beating, I kicked it while repeating, “ ’Tis some sophomore entreating entrance at my dorm room door, Some drunk sophomore about to vomit on my dorm room floor. This it is, and nothing more.” Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To my TA, whose unfocused eyes now burned into a stain on the floor; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the bean bag’s plastic lining, basking in the glow of my PC’s monitor As on that screen was shining a Facebook profile not Lenore’s, Whom I shall meet again, ah, nevermore! Presently my foot grew sore, and, exasperated all the more, “Sir,” said I, “or madam, my forgiveness you should implore; For the fact is, I was napping, and so loudly came you crashing, And so forceful came you smashing, bashing at my dorm room door, That you thoughtlessly did wake me.” Here I opened wide the door;— My whiteboard there, and nothing more. Then, methought, the air grew denser, stunk up by an unseen censer Swung by my TA, whose dinner I thought would soon be sprinkled across the floor. “Wretch,” I cried, “my professor sure hath sent thee—through your babble he hath Tried to prevent me—to prevent me from Facebooking the profile of Lenore! To make me quaff, O quaff of vile math, and in my studies forget the lost Lenore!” Quoth my TA, “Nevermore!” Down the hallway peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing That some prank was being played on me, as had happened once before. But the silence gave no token (no doubt the radiator was broken), And the only word there spoken was my whispered word, “Lenore!”, as I wondered about her profile and decided to return To Internet Explorer. “TA!” said I, “thing of evil!—TA still, if man or devil! Whether professor sent, or whether thy stupor hath tossed thee here, the ShoreLand, to taunt, coerce, and haunt me until I finally start to study On this night before my final—tell me truly, I implore: Is there—is there even any profile to be had?—tell me—tell me I implore!” Quoth my TA, “Nevermore!” Back into my dorm room turning, my radiator no longer burning, Soon again I heard a crashing, even louder than before, “Surely,” said I, “surely, that is something at my dorm room door. Let me hobble, then, across the room and this mystery explore. Let my broken foot be soothed a moment as these sophomores I deplore. Or ’tis some janitor, perhaps, and nothing more.” “TA!” said I, “thing of evil—TA still, if man or devil! By that department that bends above us—by that Diane Hermann we both adore— Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, during some distant quarter, It shall meet again that Marxist maiden from my SoSc class named Lenore— Sit with her, perhaps in Civ class, sit next to her once more, that one girl named Lenore?” Quoth my TA, “Nevermore!” Open again I flung my dorm room door, and, with many a trip and sputter, In stepped my calc TA, whom I’d never really spoken to before. Not the least obeisance made he, nor an explanation gave me; But with the mien of a drunken lady, he leaned against my dorm room door, Beneath the outline of a phallus drawn on the whiteboard on my door, There he leaned, and stared, and nothing more. “Be that word our sign of parting, calc TA!” I shrieked, upstarting— “Get thee back into the elevator and on Route D, Route A, the ShoreLand! Leave no vomit as a token of that lie thou drunkenly hast spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!—stop sitting beneath the phallus on my door! Take thy stench from out my room, thy half-naked form right out my door!” Quoth my TA, “Nevermore!” Then this wasted man beguiled my weary face into a smile By his slightly nauseous decorum, and by how little the poor man wore. “Though thy chest be shorn and shaven thou,” I said, “art sure no craven, Ghastly, drunken TA who wanders nightly through the stark halls of the ShoreLand. Remind me what thy name is, for I rarely go to class—it’s such a bore.” Quoth my TA, “Nevermore.” And my TA, ever on the verge of vomiting, still is sitting, still is sitting Beneath the outline of a phallus drawn on the whiteboard on my door; And as he sleeps he has all the seeming of a drunk man who’s dreaming. And the light from Facebook o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And I fear my TA’s shadow, from where it lies floating on the floor, Shall be lifted—nevermore! Much I marvelled that this drunken man could answer me so plainly, Though his answer little meaning, little relevancy bore; For you cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing her wasted TA at her dorm room door, Standing right beneath the phallus drawn on the whiteboard on her door, And repeating such a word as “Nevermore.” W e e k i n “Pulse” Feature Now Tracks Sexual Orientation; Afraid to Talk to Girls, Unaware of Genitalia Make UChicago Top Ten By Sarah Pickman In late 2005, Mark Zuckerberg and his creative team introduced another Facebook feature designed to waste subscribers’ valuable time and distract them from their MySpace accounts. “Pulse,” the new baby sibling to tattle-tale sister “My Photos” and nosey brother “Friend Details,” tracks the most popular books, movies, bands, TV shows, clubs, and interests at individual schools and on Facebook as a whole. But the Facebook team was looking to rank even more personal information. “We figured, we’re already tracking what people like to watch and read, what clubs they’re in, and where they’re from, so why not their sexual preferences?” an anonymous scruffy college networking demi-god told the Shady Dealer. “In today’s society, people identify themselves sexually in so many ways, so the time-wasting possibilities for this were endless.” Since “Pulse” went live almost two months ago, “Afraid to Talk to Girls” has held steady in first place on the University of Chicago’s sexual preference rank. Currently, it is followed by “Unaware of Genitalia” and “I’m Really a Straight Girl But I Can’t Get Any From Guys So I Pretend to Be Bisexual to Increase My Chances of Getting Laid,” which jumped four spots over the past two weeks. Other popular orientations in the top ten include “I’m Above Petty Matters N o t a s C l a s s i c s But my TA, standing lonely beneath that flaccid phallus, spoke only That one word, and I feared his stomach in that one word he would outpour. But nothing further then he uttered; not a shiver then he shuddered; Till I scarcely more than muttered, “Other drunks have stayed the night before; On the morrow he will leave me, though I hope he’ll leave before.” Then the man said, “Nevermore.” By Dana Snitzky T h i s o f F a c e b o o k H e a l t h University Discovers New State of Matter Zachary Binney…… Editor-In-Chief, Generalissimo James Snyder…….. Managing Editor, General Lunatic Patrick Lange………Layout Editor, Chief Procrastinator Rob Quirk…………… Copy Editor, Wonders How He Got Himself into This Mess Emily King………….. Copy Editor, Not Willing to Get Naked Megan Wells………. Copy Editor, Photo Privateer (Stricken with Scurvy) Mame Maloney……Webmaster in Progress Harry Nangle………. Chief Photo-monkey Frances Yao Tong.. Coffee Editor, Non-Caucasian Asian Adam Friedlan…… Bureau of Canadian Affairs, Mongol Warlord Bill Volk………...…… Drawer of Mustaches, Teller of Tales Ted Anderson…….. Bearer of Legitimacy B a s t a r d i z a t i o n & By Harry Nangle In addition to Solid, Liquid, and Gas, plus the less commonly included states of Plasma, and Bose-Einstein Condensate, University scientists announced Monday that they had discovered a new, exciting state of matter in experiments conducted at Searle laboratories where researchers— working under a grant given by the Chicago Center for Materials Science—impacted thirteen dense particles of reconstituted lipid solids (congealed bacon fat) against one another, and fired high-frequency gamma radiation with a wave function inverse to the fat’s internal reverberations, which, using the energy released by the photoelectric effect, powered a high-friction treadmill operated by a Baluchistan Gerbil named Boogey, who, after nine minutes and thirty-seven seconds of running at a speed of 2.2 meters per minute, generated enough lactic acid to activate a chemical cell installed in his bloodstream, which, as the animal grew increasingly fatigued, increased power outputs and activated a chain reaction as he ran to collect the bacon fat as per his previous conditioning: to eat fatty solids as a primary food source, which, although not a part of the Baluchistan Gerbil’s native diet, researchers deemed necessary to restore crucial body-mass deposits worked off by Boogey’s constant exercise and exposure to otherwise toxic, albeit highly focused energy, aimed nineteen centimeters from his treadmill enclosure, which, researchers say, fully conforms with all ethical standards for animal research, as the bacon fat is enriched with necessary Iodine deposits to prevent him from absorbing a dose of gamma radiation that might endanger his heath or mental stability, which could have a potentially damaging effect on his ability to perform the necessary conditions of the experiment to generate the chemical compounds the researchers were studying at the time the new state of matter was discovered when Boogey, contrary to his behavioral conditioning, leapt from his treadmill enclosure into the path of the gamma beam, which reportedly was set to emit such high energy that the poor, misguided hamster’s left foot was amputated by the deadly beam; however, when the scientists examined the charred remains of their crucial research subject, they analyzed the smoke wafting off his left foot and found it contained high concentrations of ionized Francium, an element previously unknown in living organisms, but is highly reactive with iodine and other elements known to be present in Boogey’s vitamin supplements, which the University feeds all its animal test subjects, and found that the smoke flowed slower than its chemical composition predicted it would, leaving scientists puzzled as to whether to classify it as a fluid, solid, or gas, finally concluding it must be a previously undiscovered state of matter, existing exclusively when a Baluchistan Gerbil that has ingested high quantities of bacon fat and Iodine supplements is exercised to a point of near exhaustion, then exposed to high frequency gamma rays across its left foot on a Monday in January. Boogey is expected to make a full recovery. 8 Great Things About Having Cancer By Amy Plager, a Stage III Ovarian Cancer Patient 8.) Chemo leaves no need to worry about dieting for weight control for the foreseeable future! 7.) Decreased worries about ending up in the old-age home. 6.) I can get out of the house a lot more quickly in the mornings when you don’t have to shampoo and blowdry! 5.) Chemo cures acne! 4.) Direct ticket to every prayer list. Ever. 3.) I saved money on haircuts after starting chemotherapy. 2.) With proper timing of surgery, a primo excuse not to fast on Yom Kippur! 1.) Great excuse not to get that dental crown; it’s life expectancy is longer than mine! of the Flesh. Now, If You’ll Excuse Me, I Have Some Heidegger to Read,” “Does Getting Groped at Phi Delt Count?” and “Putting Human Sexuality into Categories is What Unenlightened People at State Schools Do.” According to noted Facebook analyst Sarah Pickman, “‘Pulse’ watchers can expect to see newcomer ‘My Boyfriend/Girlfriend and I Have Been Dating for Over a Year and We Haven’t Gotten Past Second Base Yet,’ currently at number ten, to jump at least two places over the next month.” Of course, the primary purpose of “Pulse” is to compare trends from school to school and to Facebook overall. Check out the most popular sexual preferences listed at these other schools! University of Miami: “Wooo! I Love Tits!” West Point: “Straight As a Fucking Cruise Missile!” Harvard: “I’ll Figure Out What My Sexual Preference Is, As Soon As I Can Get This Spoon Out of My Mouth” Brandeis University: “You Call This Sex? Vay Iz Mir!” Mt. Holyoke: “I Can’t Express My Complex Sexuality Through the Stifling Medium of Facebook. Instead, I Will Perform an Interpretive Dance” University of California, Berkley: “It’s So Hard to Think About Sex When You Have the Munchies”/ “None of My Sexual Partners Have Ever Shaved Any Part of Their Bodies” (tie) University of Michigan: “FOOTBALL!!!” Freedom Eagle Bible Institute: “My Teachers Have All Told Me That Sex Feels So Much Better When It’s a Part of a With Pulse, Facebook provides stunning new insights into prevailing social trends and collective neuroses, and into just how stupid college students can be. Committed, Heterosexual, Christian Marriage. Also, I Don’t Know What a Penis Is.” W e l l - P a i d a s Y o u M i g h t E x p e c t Are you interested in dredging up humorous ideas from the darkest recesses of your mind, typing them up last minute before deadline, shoddily planning layout the night before going to print, or spreading propaganda to the masses for the Shady Dealer? 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