Mockery Is All That Remains (well, and maybe two more losses)

One good thing about the worst season in Notre Dame football history? It’s provided some good fodder for the Onion.

U.S. Military Wasting All Its Victories on Notre Dame

“It’s important to realize that our young men have been fighting pitched battles against religious fanatics who have been brainwashed into a culture that seeks to destroy all other ways of life,” Air Force head coach Troy Calhoun said Monday. “That’s just the way Notre Dame football is, the way it’s always been. You can’t reason with people like that. You destroy them as completely, remorselessly, and quickly as you can.”

Past articles from the top sources of fake news: Notre Dame Football Team Having Worst Season Since Corinthians, Notre Dame Football Announces Improvements To Its Storied History, and Notre Dame Unveils New “Holding Jesus”

The Grisly “Science”

Sherlock Holmes would be tumbling beneath his waterfall! Malcolm Gladwell has an article in the most recent New Yorker detailing how the supposed science of criminal profilers is pretty much a collection of the carny tricks favored by fortunetellers and “douche of the universe” John Edward.

Ambiguous statements (“I would say that on the whole you can be rather a quiet, self effacing type, but when the circumstances are right, you can be quite the life and soul of the party if the mood strikes you”) and “Fuzzy Facts” (“I can see a connection with Europe, possibly Britain, or it could be the warmer, Mediterranean part?”) paint a uselessly broad picture of rapists and serial killers. It’s only after the criminal is caught that profilers highlight their hits, or, as is often the case, ignore their misses.

Perhaps this article can stem the eruption of network TV shows that get off on bloodstain patterns and hazy flashbacks. If not, though, let me pitch a new twist—an FBI profiler profiles rogue profilers whose past profiling has made them go crazy and, well, you know.

He Lost Control

The central question in Control, the new biopic by Anton Corbijn, is whether Ian Curtis is capable of holding anything is reserve, or whether he holds far too much. Curtis, the troubled lead singer of Joy Division, would argue the former. “Don’t they know how hard this is for me?” he asks as he hears the clamor of a crowd demanding his presence in his first show back after a failed suicide attempt. “They keep wanting me to go further, and I don’t know if I can.” A riot erupts, but only after he closes himself down, unable to continue on stage.

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Make ‘Em Laugh

Steve Martin has a wistful piece in the October 29 New Yorker looking back at the origins of his career in comedy. It progresses through his first employment at Knott’s Berry Farm through the “avant-garde” excitement of the 1960s, complete with stops to lose his virginity, date Dalton Trumbo’s daughter (setting up the article’s hardest-hitting joke), and develop his theory of humor. It is infused throughout with the presence of a young man who was older than his age, and an older man struggling with the passage of time.

Only the abstract is available online, but comedy fans should try to track down the piece in print.