Things to maybe not say on dates anymore

August 30th, 2008

I feel like I’ve left you guys hanging on this whole dating issue. Sure, now we all know how to get dates, but what do you do once you’re actually ON them. I don’t know. But here are some things I’ve learned you shouldn’t say.

  • “When I was a kid I said ‘air poop’ instead of fart. It came up a lot. “
  • “Fuck Andrew Lloydd Webber, you know?? Just…fuck him.”
  • “Every time they have one of those wedding dress super-sales I think ‘Hey, maybe I should just go stock up.’”
  • “So after Ender kills the Buggers - haha, oops, spoiler! Just kidding. You’ve finished it, right? Oh. Well, he kills them.”
  • “It’s funny - at this point most of my bras are severely bloodstained.”
  • *sob* “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that at all. I loved Evita, and Starlight Express. I’m just so mad at him about Aspects of Love!”
  • “It’s like Joe Quesada hates mutants!”
  • “No, I mean, not you — other white guys are assholes.”
  • “Oh yeah, I’ve had bedbugs. It’s like apartment AIDS. I mean, except you can cure it. But then again, looking at Magic Johnson — who knows, right? He looks great. Maybe kind of fat, but good. Anyway they bit the shit out me. I mean literally, they crap blood. Yum! Hummus!”
  • “I air pooped.”

Monsters - directors cut.

August 30th, 2008

Here is my version of my Monsters article from Cracked.com, minus the changes and photos they added. Please note - I am not writing about the director’s intended metaphor, but the instinctual fears these monsters play upon.

Horror movies are windows into society’s deepest fears. By examining the movie monsters that fascinate us the most, we reveal the real anxieties that scare us the most. I am qualified to do this because I have a BA in Media Studies and a blog, so, you know, I’m pretty much an expert in whatever I want. So let’s see what you’re REALLY afraid of when you’re afraid of…

Zombies - People. At first glance, modern zombie movies seem to be about a fear of disease - most of them feature the “infected” type of zombies, not the “crawled out of a grave to dance with Michael Jackson” type. But the really threatening thing about zombies isn’t their crazy diseased eyeballs, it’s their sheer numbers. Likewise, any scientist will tell you our biggest problem isn’t Bird Flu - it’s overpopulation. Humans - especially stupid humans - are making way too many babies, and it’s starting to get crowded in here. Instead of a desolate wasteland, the Apocalypse will look like the day after Thanksgiving at the mall. Which is exactly what most zombie movies look like: hordes of other goddamn people mindlessly swarming everywhere. Hordes of people are scary! Stop having so many babies, dum-dums. They’re just going to end up being zombies.

Pennywise the clownPerverts. Pennywise is the razor-toothed clown terrorizing the children – and later, their adult counterparts – in Stephen King’s It. I know what you’re thinking: “Duh. Pennywise is scary because clowns are scary.” Really – you’re scared of clowns? The guys that ride tiny bicycles and can’t figure out the difference between water and confetti? The folks with the crazy hair and an inability to correctly size their shoes? BULLSHIT. You’re scared of child molesters. Real clowns don’t try to lure you away with candy so they can do awful things to your body – child molesters do, and that is what makes Pennywise scary.

ChuckyBabies. It would be wrong to make a horror movie about just giving birth to a deformed baby, because it would be wrong to admit that people are terrified of that. So instead, here’s a movie about having a normal kid who gets a monster babydoll that just won’t leave! But make no mistake, Chucky is your baby, and he is the most nightmarish version imaginable – ugly, murderous, and sexual. The idea of a child’s toy totally deformed. Also, much like a real child, Chucky wants to take over his owner’s life and kill his soul. Child’s Play is the junction of scary baby/pregnancy movies (Rosemary’s Baby, It’s Alive, The Brood, etc.) and little monsters (Critters, Troll, Puppetmaster, etc.) all of which tap into fears about parenthood, childbirth, and – if you are a man – vaginas. Spooky vaginas!

The GrudgeForeigners. This stringy-haired wet lady is hard to understand. She REALLY wants to talk – she even uses the phone a few times – but her speech sounds to us like “ching chong ching chong!” Oop, I mean it sounds like “ggguuuhuhgghghhh”. The vulnerability associated with being submerged in a foreign culture can be scary, but it’s hard to address without being racist. The girl from The Grudge acts and sounds totally opposite from the way normal humans do – she floats on ceilings and occasionally lives underwater! You can’t understand a thing she says! And you can probably guess which way her vagina goes. The original Japanese version had more to do with viruses and disease, which to a US audience clearly isn’t as scary as Japanese people.

Vampires – *Not scary*. Don’t lie. No one is scared of Vampires anymore. Vampires haven’t been scary since 1994. What was once a vicious blood sucking death bite is now the desperate kiss that can never be delivered, for either its strength or its curse will surely kill the victim/loved-one. Ann Rice cut the balls off of Vampires. They are now imaginary gay boyfriends for goth girls.

LeatherfaceGuilt. On the one hand, it’s easy to find a reason to be scared of a retarded guy with a chainsaw. But there is an extra level of menace in Leatherface (or Michael Meyers, or Jason) because he is wearing a mask. These guys are executioners, punishing their victims for their sins. Even when they have no apparent sins, they probably at least listen to rock music or want to have sex. Close enough! The mask and the mental disability both cripple the ability to feel or communicate empathy. No matter what you do, Leatherface is not going to look sad, or happy, or anything – he’s not angry, he’s just going to kill you. And deep down, you know the real reason you can’t stop it is because you deserve it.

Everyone in HellraiserSex/Herpes. This whole movie is about how sex will drive you crazy – either you’ll get so into it that you travel to an alternate dimension looking for even more painful sex, or you’ll get so addicted to one dude’s zombie dick that you’ll kill people just to put some skin back on it. More specifically, a lot of the monsters in Hellraiser look like personified stages of herpes. You’ve got an open sore in the attic, eating people for parts, and then there’s the angry genital blister running around trying to snatch a virgin. Sex is gruesome! P.S., Your parents are doing it.

The Thing – You are scared of messed-up scary-ass shit. Sometimes there doesn’t have to be a secret deeper level – this is just fucking scary.

Cracked

August 25th, 2008

On Saturday, Cracked posted an article I wrote for them about fear and horror movies, called The Real World Fears Behind 8 Popular Movie Monsters. Check it out!

I must say, I am sort of proud that in between the “your retarded”(sic) and “lame, they just let you do this because you have tits” comments some people are actually discussing the subject (as silly a subject as it is.) Using your brain a little can’t hurt - good for you, denizens of the internet!

But hey, don’t bring my boobs into this. Don’t attack them. That’s just low. It’s like seeing a perfect majestic unicorn and then punching it in the face. I guess powerful magic can be scary.

Japanta

August 21st, 2008

Way to go, Japan! Your Fanta commercials are much better than ours - and no creepy color-coded ladies!
via I Let My Fists Do The Talkin’

Bad Taste

August 20th, 2008

Most people my age are married or at least divorced or diseased. I have no good reason for my marital non-status other than my terrible, terrible criteria for selecting a mate. Below, please find my actual reasons for dating the men I have dated:

  • Good mustache.
  • Always had cookies at his house.
  • Lived in a foreign country; was black.
  • Had metal plate in his hand.
  • Owned a car and a fry daddy.
  • Good at rhyming.
  • Once gave me a bag of candy.
  • No one else was asking.

Here are reasons I have refused to date other men:

  • Weird laugh.
  • Too nice.
  • Favorite movie was “Cars”.
  • Looked like a baby.
  • Smelled faintly of hotdogs and vagina.
  • Made a strange whining noise while kissing.
  • Didn’t know there was a difference between X-Men and Uncanny X-Men.
  • I am dead inside.

Originally posted 2/7/08

It was good while it lasted.

August 19th, 2008

Small Factory was an adorable Sub-Pop band. In college, my roommates/bandmates and I loved them and strived to sound like them, and now they are long gone and it seems that almost no one remembers them, which is too bad. You should not be one of those people who has never hear of them of heard their music, so here - this is my favorite Small Factory song.Valentine - Small Factory

My Fragile Little Comedy Partner

August 19th, 2008

Glennis McMurray, my comedy partner, is a delicate flower. See?

Hm. Wait…ok - see?

FUCK. Seriously!

Ok, whatever, close enough.

Despite her fragility, she is a powerhouse performer and a soldier when it comes to getting through comedy shows. Last week she burst a blood vessel in her EYEBALL while we were on stage singing. She rocked it THAT hard. And then we did another entire musical without me or the audience knowing that blood was clouding her vision and freaking her out. If I had health insurance, I would be jealous of this injury because it is so badass, but until my benefits kick in I’m just impressed.

Especially since this is not the first time she has played through illness and injury. Check it out:

  • UCB, August ‘08 - Eyeball blood vessel incident. Only cried a little.
  • UNDER St. Marks, January ‘08 - Food poisoning. Vomited through our entire opening act.
  • Ars Nova Halloween show, October ‘07 - Bronchitis. I was dressed as Lucy from Peanuts, she was dressed as Sally with a severe respiratory infection.
  • UCB Theater, July ‘07 - Shingles. Did 2 shows thinking that she had a sore neck - turned out to have motherfucking SHINGLES, or “old-man-itis.”
  • Providence Improv Fest, July ‘06 - Fractured leg. Training for a marathon, leg popped on the treadmill, decided it probably wasn’t a big deal and did show anyway, was wrong.
  • Various Locations, November ‘05-Present - Hungover.

So seeing an I Eat Pandas show is pretty exciting! In fact, you should come to our show tomorrow night if only to see whether she loses a finger or spits out some teeth. Or maybe I’ll just shut her in a Pepsi mini-fridge. Again.

It’s always a thrill ride!

I Eat Pandas in: We Classy UCB Theater307 West 26th Street (at 8th Ave)Wednesday, August 2oth at 9:30$5 - Cheap!

Hair!

August 18th, 2008

I saw the Public’s production of Hair at the Delecorte Theater this weekend and it was great! I always forget how much great music is in that show, and the cast was really amazing. Normally I hate hippies - I like my 60s more Mad Men than flower children. But these hippies were all attractive and pleasantly hygenic. You didn’t get that “I smell like patchouli and old sausages” feeling from them at all. And from what I saw - and it’s Hair, so I saw a lot - it seems they all swim a lot and eschew carbs. Gym hippies.

All in all I loved it. Four stars! I have but 2 complaints:

1) It’s called “Hair” not “Weave”. I understand that for theater magic the occasional hairpiece must be employed, but don’t then brag about your awesome hair. And don’t make me touch it. From an audience perspective having a stranger’s sweaty real hair shaken all over you is somehow slightly less gross than having that stranger’s wet wig smeared all over you.

2) Smug hippies. As I said, most of the cast was inspiring, adorable, and great. But a few of them were so smug I wanted to slap them and yell “What are you so goddamn proud of? Your skipping or your jazz squares? Get a real job, hippy!” Honestly I’m not sure if that was me hating hippies, or just hating actors. Eh, same diff.

Risk it.

August 15th, 2008

I am a pretty aggressive person, but I have only asked out 2 guys in my life. The first guy reacted the way my cat does when I turn on the vacuum cleaner, the second one acted the way you might if a dog walked into your office and asked you for help zipping up his pants. Suffice it to say, no dates resulted. Based on these experiences and similar collected data from friends, I eventually settled on a “I don’t ask, I answer” rule. It’s not that I can’t handle the rejection, it’s that dudes seem to freak out when put in that position.

I feel confident in saying that this is how a lot of other women think, too - we know that all that stuff in womens magazines about how guys would loooove to get asked out by a girl is crap. It’s bullshit, guys! When you are asked if you’d like to be asked out by a women, you are not thinking about your actual life. You are picturing the same imaginary women you think of when you say lesbians are hot. Instead, picture a dumpy woman installing a shelf in an apartment full of cats. Still into lesbians? Now picture your funny friend with the stringy hair and ill-fitting skirts who thinks you are hilarious. Still want to get asked out? Nope, and nope. We know that.

Which is why so often it’s left up to you, fellas. If you are interested in a girl, just ask her out. What’s the worst that can happen? She gets offended that you implied that you are in the same league and makes fun of you in her blog? Uh, I mean - no - no one would do that. Haha, no. Ha. Hm. No the worst that could happen is she says no and you all get on with your lives. I have been asked out by guys I have said no to, and you know what I think of them? I think they are pretty fucking cool dudes. Seriously. Why would I not? CLEARLY they have great taste. I have even forgotten that some of them ever asked me out, and just ended up friends with them.

And what’s the best that could happen? Boning. Love.

But here’s the thing - when you ask, do it right.

  1. Have a plan. - if you say “Would you like to go out to dinner at Awesome Restaurant?” her answer is much more likely to be yes than if you say “want to do something some time?” Because, let’s face it, she probably isn’t sure that she DOES want to do something with you, but who doesn’t want to go to Awesome Restaurant? A good plan has tipped the scales more than once.
  2. Enjoy asking. - if you look or sound like someone is snatching at your balls while you pop your question, she’ll say no. She just will. It gives off the air of “there is a man with a gun watching us and he will shoot me if you agreed to this.” Relax, plant your feet, smile casually, and ask her out. Email is ok, also. NO EMOTICONS.
  3. No “negging”. That shit about being mean to girls when you hit on them? That is a trick to make you act confident, but it makes you a confident douchebag. Skip it and act like a confident good guy.
  4. No matter what she says, smile and thank her. - you never know who’s going to be hotter or more single next year. Stay in the game. This isn’t over until someone is married.

Tropic Thunder

August 15th, 2008

Ok, so I will admit that my affection for Robert Downey Jr. borders on the insane, that my love for him as an actor has possibly crossed over into full blown obsessive delusion since Iron Man came out, but trust me on this — go see Tropic Thunder. (Especially if you are a frustrated NYC comedian struggling with the decision of whether or not to move to LA because you are in love/hate with movies and the film industry.) Amazing casting, production values that comedies usually only DREAM about, and Ben Stiller was actually funny! Really funny! Holy shit did I love this movie. I giggled my pants right off watching it. Really, I can’t wait for you to see it.

I almost don’t want to say anything else about it, so I don’t ruin it for you, but…ok I will say this: Robert Downey Jr. is a pretty, pretty man. Pretty in that “I’m broken enough that if you fuck things up with me it won’t be the worst thing in the world, so really, give it to me, no holds barred, do your worst, Eliza Skinner. You can’t knock me down. I can take it. I can take YOU. It’s weird, because I never imagined that I’d fall in love so suddenly here in the parking lot of a 7eleven in Los Feliz, but fuck it, Eliza Skinner, that’s the way life GOES. I am in love with you. Let’s destroy each other” way. That kind of pretty.

Pretty funny, too.