Pets That Are Funny

January 30, 2009
10.) Tarantulas
9.) White Rats (the ones with red eyes)
8.) Boa Constrictors
7.) Labradoodles
6.) Gerbils
5.) Shetland ponies
4.) Salamanders (also accepting “newts”)
3.) Bunnies (NOT accepting “rabbits”)
2.) Sea Monkeys
1.) Hermit Crabs

Change We Can Believe In… And Smother In Hot Fudge!

January 19, 2009

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Ben & Jerry’s unveiled their newest ice cream flavor this week – Yes Pecan!  The new flavor narrowly beat out equally delicious, though slightly less euphonic Mint Barack-late Chip, French Michella, and Very Very Bidenberry.


Things that are funny (part 2)

January 18, 2009

This is the second installment of things that are funny… this time it comes down to the 10 “most fun to say” tight ends’ names in the NFL:

10. Bubba Franks (NYJ – TE)

9. Lee Vickers (PIT – TE)

8. Todd Yoder (WAS – TE)

7. Jimmy Kleinsasser  (MIN – TE)

6. Chad Mustard (DEN – TE)

5. Jermichael Finely (GB – TE)

4. Visanthe Shaincoe (MIN – TE)

3. Alge Crumpler (TEN – TE)

2. Buck Ortega (NO – TE)

1. Fontel Mines (CHI – TE)


Full Tilt

January 17, 2009

Here we go again. Only days after the new year, I find myself in front of the computer playing poker online, a “hobby” I managed to “outgrow” a year ago. But I’m back and I’m loving every minute of it. You can find me (and Marc) on that site Full Tilt. My username is “BnutPutter.” If you say it out loud, it will sound like you’re saying “Peanut Butter” with a severely deviated septum.
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The Real Miracle on the Hudson

January 16, 2009

05*Yesterday there was an incredible feat of aviation. That pilot managed a successful emergency landing on the hudson. Apparently water landings are rarely this successful as everyone on the plane was fine.

The impressive execution of the emergency landing aside, and the incredible news that everyone was ok is all good and well, but the real amazing thing about this story was the high concentration of celebrity look-alikes that were traveling between La Guardia and Charlotte yesterday.

There was a perfect Piven, Giovanni Ribisi, and even a Greg Kinnear.

I, for one, am really glad that the look-alikes all survived the incident unscathed, I am sorry for them however that they’re all gonna be late to the doppelganger convention in Winston-Salem tomorrow.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t find a picture of the Piven or the Kinnear.  But here’s one of Ribisi.  

-AG


The Reluctant Blogger

January 16, 2009

I don’t yet fully understand blogging, or “bloggery” as it were. It sounds like something Harry Potter plays at recess. Blog. Is it animal, vegetable or mineral? Is it noun, adjective or verb? Can it fancifully dance across the boundaries that define normative constructs of the English language and be all three? Like the word “smurf”? As in… I blogged down to the most glorious meadow and picked a bloggy bushel of beautiful blogs”?

Is blogging about sharing idle thoughts with the World Wide Web and hoping to find out that there’s someone out there who actually cares? Is that what it’s about? Connecting? If that’s the case, what are people like me who aren’t terribly interesting supposed to do?

Jan. 15, 2009; 12:14pm

“Eating sandwich.”

Jan. 15, 2009; 1:47pm

“Sandwich not sitting great.”

Jan. 15, 2009; 3:12pm

“Finally passed that sandwich.”

Jan. 15, 2009; 3:35pm

“Hungry again.”

Or is blogging about the dissemination and collection of news and information? If that’s the case, then I am definitely not qualified to blog, and neither are 99% of the people who do. I’m probably not going to find out the late-breaking news about the crisis in Gaza from a guy named PussyFingerz and truth be told, I’m not all that interested in DemonWizrd’s take on the bailout. The internet is great for like bridging the gulfs between us and stuff, but how do we know who to listen to if everyone’s talking at once? Isn’t that just noise?

I just don’t get it.  Maybe I’m hopeless. What am I supposed to do? What if I have nothing to say?  I tried to séance Arianna Huffington on my Ouja board last night to ask her advice but as it turns out she’s alive and well. Ahhh, I don’t know.  Maybe the digital revolution will leave an old coot like me behind, scavenging off of cockroaches and wearing only tattered shreds of cloth to protect whatever modesty I have left. I’ll figure it out sooner or later, but for now I just feel adrift in a sea of 1’s and 0’s. Anyways, the nurse is telling me it’s time for my meds so I must sign off, go bite down on something leathery and crap my pants. See you in the blogosphere, bloglodites!


Hey Lady! Get your hands off my lettuce!

January 15, 2009

I learned a very valuable lesson this morning. Never let a beautiful woman cut your hair. It’s not that pretty girls can’t cut hair. It’s just that when you do get one that doesn’t know what the hell she’s doing, like I did today, you won’t have the balls to tell her that she made you look like KD Lang, the vastly underrated lesbian folk singer who enjoyed some mainstream success in the late 80′s upon the release of her sophmore album entitled, “Absolute Torch and Twang.”
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Donkey Dreamblog

December 1, 2008

One of Marc’s least favorite things is when people recount their dreams to him, so it seems fitting that my first blog entry is a recounting of a bizarre dream I had last night, (sorry Marc).

I had an unusually difficult time falling asleep last night.  When I finally did, I tossed and turned all night long, tortured by a series of subconscious musings.  I remember that I was leading some sort of post-apocalyptic revolution in Mexico.  I think this one was inspired by playing this xbox game, FALLOUT, too close to bed time.  There were these non-human alien types in there, and some violence, and I didn’t like it one bit.  Perhaps the violence also was inspired by watching some UFC fights too close to bed time too.  I’ve never really watched that stuff before, and I don’t know that I will again, I’m not a violent man, and that shit is way too intense for me.  I’d rather watch bowling or something humane.

I wish now, as I’m trying to recount the dream, that I remembered it in better detail, cause it rattled me pretty good, and now it doesn’t sound that scary, or even cool.  

No wonder Marc hates it when people try to recount dreams.  They’re definitely not as cool the morning after as they seem at the time.

Anyhow, if you fancy yourself a dream analyst and wish to offer some insight, please do so.  If you have nothing to offer, please don’t.


Things that are funny…

November 26, 2008

We have an ongoing discussion here at HD about the nature of what makes certain things funny. For example, in our soon to be released web series entitled “Decisions, Decisions” we have a scene where BC must take a shower with Dikembe Mutombo. We must have changed it a hundred times… Hakeem Olajuwon, Patrick Ewing, Charles Barkley… and for some mysterious reason, some were just naturally funnier than others. So, I thought it would be fun to start a ranking of a variety of different things that are funny, sorted by category. This is the very first installment: Things Found in Your Pocket that are funny…

10. Broken crayons
9. Jacks
8. Plastic cocktail monkey
7. Chattering teeth
6. A multi-colored endless scarf
5. Several Cheerios
4. Chuck E. Cheese tokens
3. Silverware
2. A 9-Volt battery
1. A matchbox with a pet cricket inside