Archive for November, 2009

Cultivating Dum-dums

Tuesday, November 24th, 2009

What is the fucking fuck with Jon Gosselin?
Seriously, who gives a shit? Anyone? You? Why?? Honestly, I would love to know – please leave your reasons in the comments. Because as far as I can tell, he’s a giant, boring, fat-faced, baby dum-dum, who mistakenly thinks he’s important because people keep taking pictures of him. [...]

Pick up lines Brendan Fraser could successfully use on me

Sunday, November 22nd, 2009

Want to hear a secret? The Mummy was CGI. Oh, you knew that? Ok. How about this? I smell like cedar and honey.
John Cena and I found an injured baby fawn, can your hold our shirts while we lift it out of my pick-up truck?
You’re Eliza Skinner? From Elizaskinner.net?! Holy Shit!
Yeah, I do all my stunts, except [...]

Coma

Monday, November 16th, 2009

I spend a lot of time worrying about what would pull me out of a coma. You know the scene – hospital room, loved ones all around, heart monitors beeping, people stoically weeping. Then the hospital choir starts singing “Hark The Herald Angels Sing” or the mother starts reading from the bible – whatever is [...]

Bad Idea

Thursday, November 5th, 2009

I don’t know what I was thinking in college. I lived off of keg beer and powdered mashed potatoes, wore overalls almost every day, and hosted a radio show at 3am where I played a delightful mix of hardcore metal and showtunes. My decision-making skills were like a bingo cage full of sandwiches and bottlerockets. [...]