Friday, January 30, 2009

Like Peanut Butter and Jelly - we go together

Randy - I've had the Footloose song in my head all day. If this doesn't stop I will commit suicide
Barry - Better than having a vision of Kevin Bacon's cock from Wild Things
Randy - True story: When that movie came out this chick I was dating called me late at night, waking me up, to tell me she just saw Kevin Bacon's dick in a movie. I broke up with her and went back to sleep. Its a shame too because she was fine.
Barry - Did you break up with her for waking you or for seeing Kevin Bacon's dick?
Randy - Because I was jealous
Barry - Because you wanted to see his dick or because she saw another man's dick?
Randy - Can't remember

Conjunction Junction, What's Your Function!

I would hardly say I'm a connoisseur of fine music. Unless you think Britney Spears' "Hit Me One More time" is classic rock. Pretty much if it's on the radio and Ryan Seacrest is introducing it, I have listened to it intently. Maybe it isn't that bad. To the point, I had the opportunity to see a Jazz quartet perform the other night and I must say I really enjoyed it. It was Jack Sheldon and his band. For those of you who don't know or care about Jazz, I will let you in on an interesting fact about Jack Sheldon. He was the voice behind "Conjunction Junction, What's Your Function" and "I Am Just a Bill on Capitol Hill." Oh yeah, and he played the trumpet on the Merv Griffin show. If seeing the greatest performer that was on during commercials while watching the Smurfs in 1982 isn't cool, I don't know what is. Another interesting fact about Jack Sheldon is that he has had terrible tragedies in his life yet is one of the most talented musicians I have ever seen. I think two of his kids died or was it that he was a coke head? Don't quote me on anything, ever but it does bring up some other scientific research I have been doing. See chart below:

Jack Sheldon performs every Wednesday night at Charlie O's in the Valley. I recommend getting there early, having a couple of drinks, and watching him between sets, tell the old women in the audience they have nice tits. My new hero.

Monday, January 26, 2009

Typical Father

One minute you are enjoying bagels with them, the next they are beating you. My father was just like that. Don't get all upset that I am speaking badly about my deceased father. I just mean he liked to dress up like Batman, that's all.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

The letter X

Today's program has been brought to you by the letter X, like in the word anXiety. Can you say anXiety? I know I can.

Trying to help a friend

What would you think of a person if you found out the local liquor store knew them on a first name basis?

What would you think of the same person if the reason happened to not be because they bought a ton of booze but candy?

You know who you are. You need help. Diabetes is just as serious as Cirrhosis.

Apology to Randy Sexer

I have to apologize to my good friend Randy this morning. He put up a great post last night about why he hated people that believed in God. He even took the time to pick the three religions he hated the most (Muslims, Christians, and Jews). Wait there is more. He added pictures of Kirk Cameron, a suicide bomber, and Sasha Baron Cohen. I feel kind of bad because I pulled it down. It was beyond funny but I have this fear of having to go into hiding because I mocked the plight of the Muslims. Randy gets to hide behind a fake name but stupidly I put up a picture of myself.

So for now I am going to keep this blog to only making fun of Latins, Jews, Gays, and Blacks. Pretty much anyone who won't blow me up while I am shopping in a farmer's market.

Sorry Randy. I am a big puss.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Science

I bet you didn't know that you can correlate depression to comedy. The more depressed you are, the funnier you will be. Just look at the chart below. Pure science. You will notice there is a slight dip in comedy level when you start to get really depressed, but once you cross the valley and accept your depression you will start to be funny again. If you don't believe me, look at some of the funniest comedians that ever lived. Look at Rodney Dangerfield. He suffered through crazy depression yet he made me laugh.

*This chart does not take into account the effects of anxiety or one's height on how funny a person is. Please see chart 6.5.42.2 for that information.

Can I kick your ass?

So yesterday I parked in some art director's favorite spot and the office got in a discussion on whether or not I could take this guy in a fight. I was sadly disappointed to find out people weren't sure. There was a time in my life that this would have crushed my spirit. Thankfully my spirit has been crushed by other things. Seriously I am kind of pissed. Of course I can kick this little guy's ass. I mean I don't go to the gym as often but I am confident in my rage. A couple of facts about me;

  • I was once upset because a police report said I was average build and not ripped.

  • I used to have a goal of bench pressing 225 pounds 10 times. I figured if I could do that I could beat up my choice of people. When I was finally able to do it, I was too tired to fight.


Now full of hurt feelings and rage I am going to have to start hitting the gym big time so people are afraid of me. Thanks work for stirring the fire.

The next police report with my name on it is going to say I am huge and ripped.


*Last known photo of me when I was in shape.(Prison Build)

I can't spell

It is a little known fact that I have the spelling ability of an inner city youth who had my mom as a teacher. My mom was an inner city school teacher (7th grade Bio). Most people say who cares, that's what spell check is for. Yet somehow my misspellings always get passed the blogger master computer. That is why I need E.T. as a friend. Huh! Well I really want a Speak & Spell which then took my mind on a tangent that made me think of having a pet alien I could drink beer with. I guess I could have said I need Drew Barrymore circa '82 as well. Tangent, tangent, tangent, cosine.

Cursed East Coast Feed

I am sick of the east coast being three hours ahead of the west coast. Every Thursday while I am having a nice candlelit dinner with my stuffed animals, I get a text from guest blogger Jake quoting that night's 30 Rock. He insists on ruining it for me week after week. Of course I could ignore his texts but that brings us to another topic, my new iPhone. I don't think I have ever loved anything more (will talk about that later). So my only solution is I either need time to fold in on itself so 30 Rock airs at the same time on both coasts or I need Jake to drop dead. Which ever comes first is fine.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Please welcome Jhen to the internet

[Not guest-blogged by Jhen]

My friend Jhen wrote a post about losing weight but sadly I feel her eating skills far outweigh her writing abilities. It might be a language issue. I think she is Puerto Rican. Is it okay to call her that? In any event I have decided to post this picture I found of her instead.

Popomatic Brain Bubble

I am a living, breathing popomatic dice bubble, just like the one that came with the game Trouble. You push down, the dice roll, and you move ahead. Except in my case, you push down, the dice roll, and I have a seizure. I guess I am trying to describe my blogging style. You know the dice represents words in my head. You push down (squeeze my brain like a kegel), get a word combo and the post writes itself. After writing it out, it has lost all humor.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Barack takes office

I am not sure if anyone is aware of this, but I think a black man just took the office of the presidency. For now lets assume it was by force. Either way I am going to call my local police department and find out exactly what is going on. As a citizen I need to get to the bottom of this.

Sorry - African American.

Key Peter Brady singing "It's a time for change"

Monday, January 19, 2009

Nobody puts baby in a coffin

Just practicing some of my titles for Patrick Swayze's obituary. I am just kidding. I love Mr. Swayze and am glad he is doing better. Now if we can just get him to make another Road House!

New Header

I just wanted to thank my good friend Andy Frank for taking the time to design my new header. It wasn't easy for him to do considering he lives in a windowless attic and modern computers won't be invented for another 30 years. Now if I can get him to do a whole branding for my site before the Nazis discover his where abouts I am golden.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

There can be only one….Baldwin

[guest blogged by Jake]
Not many people know this, but Highlander was a documentary. Of course it doesn’t look that way, with the camera angles and the fact that “Viking” from Bad Boys was in it, but it’s a true story, and there are in fact real “immortals” living, and doing battle among us. While most relish their anonymity, preferring to wander earth and time alone, there exists one clan, originally from Massapequa, Long Island, who have chosen to wage their epic battle in public – the Baldwins.

If you recall, at one time there were four Baldwins; Alec, Daniel, Steven, and William. They roamed Hollywood without fear or talent, for their immortal powers made them impervious to perils and concerns of average mortal actors. They starred in crappy movies like “Bio-Dome” and “Backdraft”, getting by on their slightly above average looks and exceptional chest hair. Then, as studios began to require higher and higher box office returns, and Hollywood became more competitive, the types of roles that could pay for coke and Kim Bassinger dried up, the Baldwins were brought together like African gazelles to a slowly evaporating watering hole in order to compete for scarcer and scarcer resources. Now as everyone knows, immortals of the Highlander variety experience a great deal of physical pain when they’re in close proximity to one another (this is why the Baldwins never have family reunions and are quick to alienate themselves from their young). Since the only way to stop the pain of being a Highlander is to decapitate the other Highlander and absorb their powers, the Baldwins have been locked in a vicious blood-feud for all eternity. With each encounter between Baldwins, one was dispatched, and the other grows stronger (and coincidentally fatter). Now, after eons of battle, and years of crappy movies, one Baldwin stands victorious. At last, the Gathering….

Finally opening my heart

Allowing others to write for my blog has been one of the toughest things I have ever done. I have opened myself in ways that I didn't think were possible. For me to trust another human being with something so important is just so meaningful. I know you can't see it, but I am crying. The special bond I now have with my new contributor (Randy Sexer) is magical. Everyone, please take the time to welcome Randy into your hearts as you did me all those years ago when this blog was nothing more than a newspaper I delivered on my Ross bicycle.

* Secret plan - to build the Voltron of blogs

Do you want to be part of my lion robot machine? If so email me!

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Breaking News - James Caan R.I.P.

You were great on Fantasy island but I will always remember you as Kirk's greatest advesary. When your henchmen put the indigenous, mind-controlling eels in Chekov and Terrell's ears, I was one scared seven year old. You will be missed.


May or may not be a picture of the actor who died today.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

You can't fire what you can't catch

Today there were layoffs at my company. My sixth sense told me to work from home. Naturally, I got the idea from George Castanza. George knows his girlfriend wants to end it and as a way stop it from happening he just avoids her. I figure between working at home and lots of crouching at my desk, I should be able make it to 2010 no problem.

Monday, January 12, 2009

I feel for Mounir Margoum

The poor guy is always getting yelled at by Yigal Naor. I think he's getting typecast.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Never going to New Jersey again

I just discovered that Baskin Robbins has a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup sundae that is exactly the same as Friendly's (only on the east coast). For all these years I couldn't go to the peanut butter sauce so now the peanut butter sauce has come to me. It is like a scene from Scarface. I just shed a tear.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

New Contributor and Cameron Diaz

I have officially opened the blog to allow a select few to post their thoughts. On another note I was pulled over on my bicycle today for running a stop sign. The cop let me go with a warning because I didn't have any ID on me. Note to self - never carry license when I want to break the law. Oh yeah and while on my bicycle I am 82.3% positive I saw Cameron Diaz crossing the street in Santa Monica. Beat that!

Thursday, January 08, 2009

Ugg Boots available in all sizes

Someone has taken my good name and sullied it. I was contacted today by the ebay police. A computer mastermind has hacked my account and is selling Ugg boots at discount prices using my credentials. I don't understand how this is possible. How can someone log into my account without knowing my password? Did they figure it out using some advanced scientific algorithm? I only know one machine capable of cracking such a hard code. God, please let me be wrong. Please let there be another.

Tuesday, January 06, 2009

Marley and Me was shit

Don't ask me why I saw Marley and me. I have no good reason. I walked in really hoping for something similar to C.H.O.M.P.S. I was sorely disappointed. There was no robot dog*. There was no villain. Hell, I don't even think there was a script. I will give the movie credit for one thing though. I am now more determined than ever to make sure my dog lives forever. Science be damned.



*I am not 100% sure that Owen Wilson's nose was not played by a robot dog.

Monday, January 05, 2009

New Year's Resolution!

This is the year I have decided to live Fast and Furious. Obviously I am talking about the movie. My tag line for the year is new year, original parts. Actually the goal for the year is for me to be as much like Vin Diesel as humanly possible.