December 23, 2008
A Song Not Likely to Make the Christmas Compilation CD
November 04, 2008
Remember, Remember, The 4th of November
June 16, 2008
That's Infotainment!
Picture it: Sicily, 19...Wait. Sorry, I was reading from the wrong script.† Ok, let's try again.
March 26, 2008
The Importance of Properly Placed Punctuation: A Musical Example
These are a few of my favorite things:
When the dog bites,
When the bee stings,
When I'm feeling sad.
October 17, 2007
Rejected PostSecrets
By now, pretty much everyone is familiar with PostSecret, the blog made up of anonymous postcards with awful, sometimes sad, sometimes horrific secrets written on them. What you may not know is that PostSecret doesn't use all of the secrets sent to them. In fact, there are some categories that automatically get dropped in the discard pile. In a stunning exposé, I am presenting here 3 types of secrets that never manage to make it onto the PS blog or into one of the books.
Category 1: Adolescent Male Humor
Category 2: Cultural Reference
Category 3: Meta
July 23, 2007
Indiana Jones and the Unannounced Title
As pretty much everyone knows by now, Harrison Ford is working on the fourth and, one would assume, final Indiana Jones film. There has been much speculation on how he will handle the role at the age of 65, as well as what the eventual title of the film will be. With that in mind, I have a few suggestions that Steven Spielberg is welcome to use.*
- Indiana Jones and the Nostalgic Fanboys
- Indiana Jones and the Enlarged Prostate**
- Indiana Jones and the Money-hungry Studio
- Indiana Jones and the Bad Idea Earring
- Indiana Jones and the Ubiquitous Man
- Indiana Jones and the Very, Very Last Crusade...No, Really. We Mean It This Time. We Promise. Cross Our Heart and Hope to Die. Well, Not Really. I Mean, No One Hopes to Die, Do They? Anyway, We're Serious. It Really Is The Last One.***
- Indiana Jones and the Superfluity of Sequels
- Indiana Jones and the Lessons Not Learned from the Star Wars Prequels****
*All joking aside, who cares if he's 65. I know I'll be at the theater as soon as they release it.
**Even if I will happily go see it right away, I couldn't do this without at least one "Indy is old" joke.
***This title might be a little too "To Wong Foo" for most people, so they'd probably have to shorten it.
****My personal favorite.
May 14, 2007
Let Me See Your Grill
Scientists discover ancient Roman with gold dental work, declare Crunk to be older than previously thought. Search still on for earliest known platinum grill.
This Is My Dance, Y'all
Having music ringtones on your cell phone can be all sorts of fun, but it can also cause problems. If you're like me, you get sick of them pretty quickly and what once seemed witty soon becomes merely pathetic. Even worse, they can become a source of embarrassment. You never know when something will happen like forgetting to set your phone to silent while at work and having it ring while in your bosses office. The next thing you know you're trying to explain the Humpty Dance to your boss.
Employer: So, it's a song and a dance?
Employee: Yes, from back in the early 90's.
er: Hmm...if you say so.
ee: Ok, I'll explain it. First, you limp to the side like your leg was broken, twitching and shaking--
er: Well, that just doesn't make any sense. You'd look like MC Hammer on crack!
ee: That's all right, 'cause your body's in motion. It's supposed to look like a fit or a convulsion.
December 18, 2006
LA Face with the North Pole Booty?
With incredible apologies to Sir Mix-a-lot and pretty much anyone who reads this, I give you this year's holiday poetry:
I want new toys and I cannot lie,
You other kiddies can't deny,
That when Claus walks in with his big ol' jiggly waist,
And that white beard on his face,
You act good,
Wanna be all nice,
Cause you know he checks that list twice,
Mixed in with toys he's carryin',
Is coal but I'm just not carin',
Hey Santa, I wanna sit with ya,
And take our picture,
My mommy tried to warn me,
That those toys you've got,
(Are for good boys only,)
No Cabbage Patch Kids,
But a Wii to play with my friends,
Well check me, check me, the nice list is where you'd expect me,
So gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme lots of toys,
Santa's Toy Sack
November 28, 2005
A Fount of Useless Information Holiday Special:
With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore...actually with apologies to anyone who has ever written any poetry, I give you:
Twas a few days after Thanksgiving, and in my neighborhood
Not a scrap was uneaten; at least nothing good.
The new Christmas tree sat over there, in the corner
The sparkling white lights waiting to adorn her.
MK in her hoodie, and I feeling fat
Sat down to watch Simpsons. Or something like that.
Into the room pranced the world's strangest sight
I laughed and guffawed. I roared with delight.
There in front of the tree, sitting straight up
Was a big-eared black dog, barely a pup.
On his head sat a hat, round his neck was a cape
My jaw then did slacken. My mouth was agape.
"Quick take a picture" I exclaimed with great relish.
"I'll use it on my blog. It's lately been dullish."
I couldn't believe the sight that I'd seen.
A visit from Booker Claus is so super-keen.
Laying a paw across his long snout
He scratched at an itch and then barged right out.
And I heard him exclaim as he stormed off to bed,
"I've had enough. Get this hat off my head."
"I am the dog and you are the human
Even though you're as fat as the postman named Newman."
"I'm a proud canine hunter. I shall not be shamed
In your holiday pictures, so festively framed."
"I do not wear hats, have a beard or wear boots
I don't answer to Santa and I don't wear red suits."
"Stop dressing me up. I'm a dog not a doll
The next person to clothe me, I promise, I'll maul."
"You're the one who wears clothing from your head to your feet
Now stop this absurdity and give me a treat."

