Friday, November 30, 2007

Comment Responses, Part II

This is a comment from Mosh:

I liked the illustrations too, but, being anally inclined (and too tall to tell any tales) I feel I must correct any misappropriations made about pogo sticks. Pogo sticks weren't invented until very much after James Madison kicked the proverbial bucket(which is very similar to the actual bucket he stood on when addressing the proverbial crowd). Madison stood on a bucket or, in a pinch, a barrel (which made him a giant among men), and/or in those more backward areas of this great nation where a bucket or barrel was not forthcoming, he stood on the occasional hog's head. I kid you not. Look it up.

Me: Mosh, I'm not sure you realized you were doing this, but you said you were "anally inclined." Pretty funny. Thanks for the comment!

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Comments Responses, Part I

There were a lot of comments about how I left out Napoleon in my discussion of height in politics. Here are my responses to those questions:

Cognate: You left out Napoleon.
Me: I left out a lot of people in that post, because there are enough to fill a book. Which I did. The book includes Napoleon. I can't give you the whole cow if you're just going to drink all of the milk out of it first and leave it shriveled up hanging half out of a trough, as the expression goes.

Shizzlewhizzle: Napoleon was 5-6 very good for his days.
Me: Yes, he was 5' 6 1/2" which was above average height for a Frenchman in his time. Napoleon has a reputation as a short fellow for a number of reasons, but one of them was that he was 5'2" in French Inches, which were longer than British Inches, and since the British hated him, they didn't correct the mistake. Luckily, the metric system was around and before Napoleon's autopsy, his physician, Francesco Antommarchi, measured the emperor’s body as 1.686 meters, which is around 5’6.3 in today’s inches.

StephenJK: Ask Napoleon Bonaparte if height matters in politics.
Me: I...uh...I wish I could do that StephenJK.

Issak: Napoleon wasn't a politician.
Me: Yes, he is a cake.

Kendo Nagasaki: Yes, he is a cake.
Me: Oh! I didn't notice that. I guess we agree, Kendo Nagasaki.

StephenJK: He was a general who made political decisions. I consider him a politician by proxy.
Me: Fair enough. But should we consider him a politician? To help us with this question, I am providing a short biography that was cut from The Short Book. Enjoy!


A Short History of Not-Short Napoleon Bonaparte

“A Constitution should be short and obscure.”
-Napoleon Bonaparte

Napoleon was born in Corsica, on August 15th, 1769. As a child he was picked on for always posing for pictures with his arm in his coat. According to Napoleon, his father was a lover of pleasure (this was not a compliment coming from Napoleon, who preferred displeasure) and his mother was very harsh with him: "She sometimes made me go to bed without supper, as if there were nothing to eat in the house. One had to learn to suffer and not let others see it." Straight out of Dickens. C’mon Napoleon, grow up.

And grow up he did. After longing for death during his teens (like any normal teenager) he got all caught up in the French revolution, joining the military and rapidly advancing. By killing a lot of people Napoleon became general. If he had only saved a lot of people instead, he could have been a general practitioner. That is a joke that widows used to say about Napoleon, the man who murdered their husbands.

In 1796, Napoleon married Marie-Josephe-Rose Tascher, whom he called Josephine. A widow with two children, Josephine was somewhat perplexed and put-off by this strange little man, but he was going places and she needed support. To make a long story short: their marriage was not that happy, then sad, then a little bit happy, then pretty bad, and then she couldn’t have a baby and they got divorced. In 1810 he married the 19-year-old princess of Austria, Marie Louise. Upon her arrival from Austria, before even the ceremony could take place, Napoleon took her to bed. He claimed that her first words to him were, “Do it again.” It is a truly beautiful story.

Napoleon had many successes as a general and he advertised them well, creating newspapers to tell of his victories and crushing newspapers that wouldn’t. He even wrote some of the articles, coining such real one-liners as “Bonaparte flies like lightning and strikes like a thunderbolt” and not coining other fake ones such as “Bonaparte is frightening to behold in his sleek new moccasins.”

He had spies everywhere, even underwater—he thought fish were underwater spies and he would throw money into the river to pay them, yelling, “Collect your blood money, you fish.”

Napoleon drafted many important peace agreements, developed the first codified system of law in France —known as the Civil Code, or Napoleonic Code, which still exists to this day—and crowned himself Emperor of France on December 2nd, 1804. As emperor, Napoleon formed the first “Grand Armée,” which he used to subdue much of Europe. Ironically, the only part of Europe that Napoleon could not suppress was his own troubled stomach. Oh, and Russia.

Domestically, Napoleon was met with other troubles: political troubles. He was acting like a tyrant. He had a man kidnapped and executed without a trial or a last meal. When the French noblemen found out, there was mutiny afoot. Napoleon was exiled to the isle of Elba (an insult in itself, as he was known for his tiny elbows). After amassing an army and plotting a return, Napoleon was ultimately defeated at the Battle of Waterloo, so named because that was the song they played dramatically over the loudspeakers while they fought.

Napoleon died during his second exile to St. Helena in 1821. He died as he lived: forty-six-years-old.

Comments

Loyal readers, you are probably wondering if the reason I haven't posted in a week-and-a-half is because I got a job. Do not worry! I just celebrate Thanksgiving for almost two weeks. Old family tradition, ever since the Mayflower.

Little change of pace coming at you folks. For the next week or so I will be responding to some of the comments that were left on my Huffington Post piece. I waited long enough to almost assure that none of the original commenters would follow up and read this, because I have stage fright and I don't like to write for an audience. Did you know that 'commenters' is not a real word?

This experiment will begin after my lunch, which could last up to four or five hours.

Monday, November 19, 2007

Never Before Seen Art from The Short Book!



It's time to get back to our roots here at smallotry.com. And at our roots, at our core, is this art of a baby head on a leg that almost went into The Short Book. The context of this artwork is that there are worse things in life than being short, for instance, you could look like this:


An alternative drawing was this:But in the end, as those of you who own the book know, the choice was made that the thing that put being short in the best perspective was this:

As you can see, it is unattractive to own and wield a firearm.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Movie Quickie: Hollywoodland

Don't see the movie Hollywoodland, it is terrible.

Huffington Post

Here is a modified excerpt from The Short Book on the Huffington Post:

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/zach-kanin/does-height-matter-in-pol_b_73129.html

Thanks for the comments, Huffington Post commenters, I am going to respond to a few of the issues you brought up in an upcoming post. So get ready!

Also, speaking of which, a few weeks ago we had our first commenter on smallotry.com that was not me. So congratulations, Andrew, you have set the bar.

Rejection Collection

So, I have a few cartoons in the second volume of the Rejection Collection, Cream of the Crap, which is a book of rejected New Yorker cartoons edited by New Yorker cartoonist Matthew Diffee. In this NPR interview, Matt talks about some stuff, and then he talks about two of my cartoons in the last 40 seconds or so. You can listen for yourself if you go to this link:

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=16321569

Thursday, November 15, 2007

What If?

What if one of the newsreel things at the side of this blog was about this blog? It would read something like this:

Smallotry.com Drops Da Bomb!
Short people of the world rejoice! There is finally a blog for you! Everyone is talking about this amazing new thing: blogs! And what if there was one that talked about the stuff you needed? Like movie reviews! Artist and perennial wit Zachary Kanin brings his own brand of sardonic genius to the medium of the internet, and it is like a marriage of heaven and hell... with one HECK of a baby: comedy!

The Worst Thing

The only thing worse than TiVoing "A Night at the Roxbury" is watching "A Night at the Roxbury" and discovering you have already seen "A Night at the Roxbury." And then watching "A Night at the Roxbury" anyways. Twice. Two days in a row.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Movie Review: Invincible

Here is the official tagline for the movie: "If you've ever thought that Mark Wahlberg didn't have really strong, sculpted arms, be prepared... to believe."

B-, not as good as Gridiron Gang. I figured out who the love interest was almost immediately.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Movie Review: Gridiron Gang

So, last post I told you about a bunch of stuff I need to write about. Good point. But I saw most of Gridiron Gang starring Dwayne "the Rock" Johnson and Xzibit this evening, and that is what matters most now.

First of all, the movie is about two-and-a-half hours long. I came in at about the 45 minute mark and I was honestly shocked that there were over 100 minutes left in the movie. I thought it was the end of the movie, but it wasn't. And I am glad it wasn't.

When I saw previews for this movie, I thought it was ridiculous. The Rock is and always will be a comedian, so how could he handle a dramatic role? Also, the premise of the movie is that a bunch of kids in a juvenile detention facility defy the odds and are great at football. Well, duh. These kids are deemed so violent and dangerous to society that they are locked up behind walls and gates with guards all around them. Just so they won't hurt anybody. If they are not locked up, they will just hurt people and kill people. I wonder if they will be good at a game where your only goal is to hit people so hard they get concussions and die.

Or so I thought. In fact, these kids come from troubled backgrounds and are wrapped up in gangs and even the Rock has a few troubling skeletons in his closet. Long story short, I was close to tears for an hour-and-a-half. It might have been because there was a slow, tremulous trumpet playing with my heartstrings for the entire movie, or it may have been because this old, jaded cynic isn't made entirely...of stone.

Catch Up Time

Sorry folks, there is a lot of stuff to catch up on here, since it has been about a week since I last posted. I didn't mean to leave all of my loyal readers stranded, and believe you me, I have learned my lesson! You guys don't give a guy a break! And all these book orders I now have to process—it's like insanity around here.

Anyway, a lot has happened. We had a book party, we got a ringing endorsement from www.shortsupport.org (look in their library, the book is there), we got another endorsement from www.cartoonbank.com (look on my page, the link is in the sidebar of this blog) and I grew six inches. Also, we started a charity.

So, that last paragraph is basically a summary of what would have been posted on this blog in the last week if I had been posting, but I hadn't been, so now it's a preview of what's to come this week. Consider it a calendar of upcoming events on smallotry.com.

And consider it well, because it is your last warning.