Thursday, January 26, 2006
Monday, January 23, 2006
Murder con Queso
A relic from my past has recently been unearthed. A totally awesome relic. Known to true believers as Murder con Queso, it was the brainchild of modern-day comedic wizard David Omdal, carried to fruition with the help of me and a small group of highly cheesed amateur filmmakers. The greatest home movie ever created? You decide. No, I decide. Yes, it was.
It was missing for years, but a few days ago, it was found. I might soon have a copy of my own. Oh man. Man.
A relic from my past has recently been unearthed. A totally awesome relic. Known to true believers as Murder con Queso, it was the brainchild of modern-day comedic wizard David Omdal, carried to fruition with the help of me and a small group of highly cheesed amateur filmmakers. The greatest home movie ever created? You decide. No, I decide. Yes, it was.
It was missing for years, but a few days ago, it was found. I might soon have a copy of my own. Oh man. Man.
Saturday, January 21, 2006
Thursday, January 19, 2006
Interactive Freak Day, Part 1
Complete the advertising slogan:
"Tastes so _______, it must be _______."
Complete the advertising slogan:
"Tastes so _______, it must be _______."
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
"You think you're so great, but you're not. Everyone secretly hates you, but they won't admit it, because they're all too busy sucking up to you because you're so great."
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Monday, January 16, 2006
How many years in a row does the weather have to be "unseasonably warm" before that temperature is considered seasonable?
The answer, my friends, is blowin' in the wind.
The answer, my friends, is blowin' in the wind.
Sunday, January 15, 2006
2 Embarrassing Scenes Involving Me and Bob Dylan's Bringing It All Back Home
Scene 1, in a car, sometime during early high school(?)
Bob Dylan: "She's got everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't look back.
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't look back."
Me: He said that already.
Guy Driving the Car: Are you a musician? You could take a lesson from this guy.
Me: Who is this?
Guy: Bob Dylan.
Me: Oh.
Scene 2, some months or years later, in my basement, my brother John listening to "Mr. Tambourine Man"
Me: Ugh, why is Bob Dylan singing this song?
John: I think he wrote it.
Me (later): I like it when he plays the harmonica because then he isn't singing.
So now, years later, the album shows up on the book list for one of my classes, and I get to listen to it and be reminded of two separate occasions when I blabbed my ignorant mouth off about Bob Dylan. What fun.
Scene 1, in a car, sometime during early high school(?)
Bob Dylan: "She's got everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't look back.
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't look back."
Me: He said that already.
Guy Driving the Car: Are you a musician? You could take a lesson from this guy.
Me: Who is this?
Guy: Bob Dylan.
Me: Oh.
Scene 2, some months or years later, in my basement, my brother John listening to "Mr. Tambourine Man"
Me: Ugh, why is Bob Dylan singing this song?
John: I think he wrote it.
Me (later): I like it when he plays the harmonica because then he isn't singing.
So now, years later, the album shows up on the book list for one of my classes, and I get to listen to it and be reminded of two separate occasions when I blabbed my ignorant mouth off about Bob Dylan. What fun.
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Monday, January 02, 2006
Old Slang Time
"Carpetbagger." That was a good one. We should bring that one back. It could be more literal this time, like someone who goes around bagging up carpet. Some guy would come into my room and start pulling up the carpet and stuffing it in a bag, and I'd be like "Avast ye, carpetbagger!" And then he'd avast, and it would be a merry old time.
Happy new year, everybody. I wish I could wish everybody their own individual new year, but I guess we all have to share the same year. I suppose it's probably less confusing than having the years 2006-circa6000002006 occur simultaneously. So happy conglomerate new year, everybody.
"Carpetbagger." That was a good one. We should bring that one back. It could be more literal this time, like someone who goes around bagging up carpet. Some guy would come into my room and start pulling up the carpet and stuffing it in a bag, and I'd be like "Avast ye, carpetbagger!" And then he'd avast, and it would be a merry old time.
Happy new year, everybody. I wish I could wish everybody their own individual new year, but I guess we all have to share the same year. I suppose it's probably less confusing than having the years 2006-circa6000002006 occur simultaneously. So happy conglomerate new year, everybody.
