Jack spoke up again. "That's basically all I had, but if anyone has any questions-" My hand shot up immediately. My middle finger, to be specific, but whatever. "I've got a question. How many supermodels, on average, do you think I'll be able to bone a month as a result of this award? A whole bunch, or just a lot?" "No, you misunderstand," Jack explained. "We didn't win, anything." "Yet," I corrected with a wink. "At all," Jack said. "Yet." Another correction, another wink. "No, I mean we don't have a chance of winning. We're honorees." I nodded, to present the image that I was listening instead of thinking about railing all those freakin supermodels. What I did gather from what Jack said was that the amount of supermodels I'd be plowing would rank somewhere in the high-to-superhigh buttloads, which would be just fine with me. "Webbys are awards given out for websites and bloggers that are outstanding in terms of either content or design or both. For the Webby awards, you can either be an honoree or a nominee. Being an honoree, which is what we are, means absolutely nothing. It's kind of meaningless, actually," Jack explained. I still didn't quite understand, but I find that happens often when I don't pay attention. "It means we weren't funny enough to be nominated, but we're, I guess, slightly funnier than other websites," Bucholz clarified, because he's the only Cracked Blogger who actually knows anything. "I mean, the Webby's wanted us to know that they're aware of our existence, but, and I can't stress this enough, we're not funny enough to be even considered for an award. We're basically not funny enough to lose." This must be a joke. "Are you pulling my leg, Bucholz," I screamed. "Don't you lie to me. Don't s**t in my toaster and tell me it's a pop tart." Bucholz lowered his eyes, so to suggest that he wasn't, in fact, shitting in my toaster. "Jaxaphone, you chump, did you seriously call a meeting to tell us we don't even stand a chance of winning some award? Some stupid nerd award for jerks?" He nodded. "God Dammit. I can't believe I got up early to be at this meeting." "It's four in the afternoon," Gladstone pointed out. "And you were three and a half hours late," Swaim added. But it was too late. I'd already left the house and started keying Jack's stupid car.
And with good reason, too. Allow me to dissect the delicate nuances of ICHC's comedy. See, they take pictures of cats doing things, (or alternately, not doing things), and they put words on the pictures. Words that aren't spelled the way they ought to be spelled, as evidenced in the very title of the site. ("Has" is spelled with an "s" in real life. Not a "z." Laughing yet?) Honestly, how can Cracked possibly compete with the comedic brilliance over at Cheezburger? We barely have any cats at all! Wait, are you still reading this blog despite the fact that I just pointed out a humor website that is clearly superior to us? Maybe I wasn't clear on the art of their comedy. Let's start over. See, they take pictures, and then they put captions on them. There are a bunch of picture of cats with words on them, and this website is just loaded with them. There's, like, a thousand f*****g pages of these f*****g cats, right? And they've all got captions, like "Im a cat doin sum stupid s**t all the tyme." It's pretty high brow, so don't beat yourself up if you don't think it's funny. You just have to trust me that it is funny. You might not think it's funny, (specifically, because when you look at the pictures you don't laugh), but you'd be wrong. It's very funny. For a slightly more authoritative opinion, you can turn to Aristotle's Four Elements of Comedy. This book, thought by many to be "the definitive dissertation on comedy," (while considered by some skeptics to be "totally made up"), focuses two whole chapters on the brilliant and subtle humor of merging cats and illiteracy. Dude was way ahead of his time. If you're not rolling on the floor laughing right now due to the content over at Cheezburger, (why not? Lol!), there are other Webby nominees for your viewing pleasure. After all, posting pictures of cats isn't the only way to get a Webby nomination, just ask fellow nominee Rathergood.com, a site that claims to be "Your One Stop Shop for Good and Evil Kittens." Wait, I typed that sentence before I actually read it. Is this another f*****g site about f*****g cats doing stupid s**t? Hold on one second. ... Holy crap, it isâ¦Uh, no problem, no problem with that at all. Truth be told, pictures of cats are the only things on the planet that are actually funny. Everything else is chimp excrement, plain and simple. Don't get me wrong. I mean, I was aggravated when I heard that we didn't get a nomination. I've spent a year with this site. We've had compelling social commentary, wildly popular videos, and articles that challenge the lies you were taught in high school. So yes, I was a little pissed when we didn't get a nomination. But now that I've seen our competition, I don't feel so bad. Clearly, we were beaten by the best. It's like we entered a painting contest and we were beaten by DaVinci, or perhaps, by someone who'd taken one of DaVinci's paintings and written a bunch of misspelled words on it.
Sometimes it's just a matter of making the US Department of Defense look, like, REALLY cool.
Actual impending doom like global climate change or mass extinction just makes people bored.
In some cases, the Marvel source material just did better.