Welcome to the 2008 Stinque Awards!
Where the hell is the tympani? We ordered a tympani. And spotlights. We insisted. Shit.
Well, shine a flashlight at the ceiling and pat your tummy, because The 2008 Stinque Awards wait for no incompetent vendor. We’ll be announcing winners every hour today, leading up to the Crystal Douchebag for Lifetime Achievement at 4 p.m.
The 2008 Stinque Awards for Achievement in Infamy are dedicated to Muntader al-Zaidi, wielder of the Footwear That Changed the World. This year’s award is a handsome Crystal Shoe created exclusively for Stinque by 24-Hour Novelties & Box Wine SuperStore of Tarzana, California, which also dropped a pallet of fine rosés, blushes and rieslings in the garage. Remember their slogan: “If we don’t have it, you can probably find it at the next strip mall.”
Our distinguished panel of judges this year included Yoda Pez, Cat Stick, and Fishtray. They were locked in a hermetically sealed drawer all week during their deliberations, breaking only for daily snowball fights. The decisions of the judges are final, allowing for last-minute bribes.
We begin our tympani-less, spotlight-less ceremony with the Technical Awards, a last-minute addition to our roster when members of the Nominating Committee insisted on being nice to a few people. Fine, we said. We’ll just bury them at the ass-crack of dawn.
- Saint Stinque Award: Joe Strummer
- Best Legislative Fuck-You: Ted Kennedy, for interrupting his cancer treatment to break a filibuster on a bill overturning cuts in Medicare reimbursements
- Best Bitchslap: Anonymous, for punching Lehman Brothers CEO Richard Fuld in the Lehman gym
- Sea of White People at the Republican Convention Award: Wyatt Cenac
- Rachel Maddow Award for Being Rachel Maddow: Rachel Maddow
Next hour: Golden Helmet for Best Hair





9:03 am • Monday • December 29, 2008
Darling, I want to get behind this, I really do but…
Shouldn’t it be “Where the hell are the tympani”? And that plural construction seems somewhat suspect. According to my OED the plural form is tympana, and I don’t think we want to go there. Tympany, of course, is a puffed up overweening pride: “Puffed up with this Tympani of self-conceit,” as Burton has it. Sort of thing which leads to people invading Iraq for no good reason.
Safest bet is to do what the rest of us do and say “Cue tymps.” Which sounds somewhat insidery, as if one has only just finished the sitz probe.
I know I can bring this matter up because it will be received in the pompous, elitist, thoroughly effete manner in which it is intended. There will be no sulks and rolling of eyes at the regulars discouraging posts from lurkers as at some other bloggy thingy which shall be nameless.
Plus, who is Joe Strummer? Did I miss something?