Monthly Archives: March 2009


I have recently discovered Hulu.  Be glad I post at all.  Now that I have almost every TV show imaginable (no Mr. Belvedere WTF?) I have no need for anything else, like food or sunlight or gainful employment.  I can watch any Survivorman, in any order, without commercials whenever I want.  THAT IS THE TRUE MEANING OF POWER.  Survivorman is the cute little Canadian guy that goes out and is all badass on nature.  He makes outside his bitch.  He’s like Mcgyver, but without technology and with something to lose.

Survivorman (aka The Rugged) is not to be mistaken for not-survivorman, Bear Grylls (The Pussy).  Just because you name yourself “bear”, doesn’t mean you’re a “top.”  Notsurvivorman hosts the show “Man vs. Wild” which should be renamed “strolling with a faggot.”  Where Survivorman survives 7 days in the harshest environments on the planet, notsurvivorman (no we don’t capitalize his name, he hasn’t earned capitalization) just kind of strolls around and after about 10 feet he has his crew take him home.  Granted, that 10 feet is always straight up.  Because apparently if he gets stranded in a survival situation, he wants to die in any manner of the lamest ways possible.  Get caught on a mountain or other high elevation?  Clearly, you should start climbing.  Because all societies build their villages at the tip top of a mountain, where there is no air or resources.  Also, climbing is a great use of your energy, as opposed to the much more strenuous controlled falling.  Got it.  Dick.  I picture that he gets his skinny, pale (probably nude) ass to the top of the mountain and looks around at the desolation (panting as the air is incredibly thin).  He then turns to a mountain goat (the ONLY other living thing up there) and says, “Excuse me, do you have any sailor semen, as that is clearly the only thing I eat?  No?  Then could you point me to the local Man Holes establishment?  It’s been hours since I had a Seabreeze!” (though only minutes since he’s had dick, he carries it with him wherever he goes, I won’t tell you where).

Survivorman has an impressive resume of being a badass.  His resume literally says, in big letters, BADASS.  Not many people have earned that title.  Notsuvivorman was a french girl scout, as far as my research can find.  He also failed out for pouting and taking his clothes off at completely unnecessary times. 

Notsurvivorman show formula:

Talk about how though it may LOOK like he’s at a Wolfgang Puck’s, the conditions (he assures us) are brutal. 

Start climbing a mountain for no discernible reason with nothing more than a columbia jacket and a pair of sketchers. 

Make some big deal about eating something that’s only mildly gross.  “Oh no, i must eat this earth worm”  *face that mimics what one would look like if one had to eat one’s own mother’s liver that had just been ripped violently from her as one looked on in horror and is 8 years old, cuz seriously, that guy crys like a little bitch*  Btw, any kid that went to grade school ate a damn earth worm (willingly or no).  YOU’RE NOT COOL!

Crew brings sammich from Kraft services.

Nakey (swimming in leach invested water, wander around snow covered moor, fish for sharks with his tiny worm penis).

Also, he gives TERRIBLE survival advice. 

Notsurvivorman:  Sometimes you have to drink your own pee.  Mmmmmm man pee.

Survivorman (in perfect baritone with burly chest heaving):  NEVER DRINK YOUR PEE!!!!!!!

Then Survivorman would show you a way to get the water from your pee using nothing but saran wrap and pure manliness.

Hulu has all of this to offer and more.  Including all seven seasons of Star Trek:  TNG.  If you don’t know what this is, or if you haven’t seen every episode, then you have not truly lived and society should shun you until you are a real person.  I firmly believe that if I ever get roped into marriage, I don’t want a wedding ring, I want all 7 seasons (plus extra scenes and commentary) on DVD.  A ring is like, “Oh look, there’s that ring again, it’s kind of shiny.”  Whereas Star Trek TNG is like, “OMFG!  I forgot about the one where Riker bones Troi AND Roe.  Mad props to your skills, player.”  The ring gives like a few random seconds of nostalgic stirrings for what adds up to several minutes of something that approximates joy during your whole life.  TNG gives you HOURS AND HOURS OF AWESOME.  Personally, I’d want my spouse to associate me with the orgasmic joy and pure awesome TNG offers over the appreciation of slight aesthetic sparkly that a ring has to offer.  But maybe that’s just me.

Ok, I’ve been away from Hulu for like an hour now.  I’m starting to shake and sweat and the Silver Spoons theme song is softening in my head.  SILVER SPOONS WHAT A GREAT IDEA!  I’m full of those.

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Posted by on March 21, 2009 in Uncategorized


Obligatory Lost Post.

So to have a blog you have to have a certain amount of posts dedicated to the show Lost.  Or the blog police come and beat your dog then throw you in a dungeon where you wear an iron mask and have only the moonlight and your desperation for sustenance.  I’ve had my lawyers on it for weeks, but apparently the same rule applies to zlogs.  Someone will pay dearly for this. 

But until then, I guess I’ll write about Lost, or as I have re-named it “Meaningful Glances.”  This is a much more pertinent name in that approximately 95% of all communication from character to character, character to audience, and character to random shrubbery is through nothing more than meaningful glances.  Hear a weird noise?  Meaningful glance.  See a weird statute?  Meaningful glance.  Have your heart eaten by a random polar bear?  Round of meaningful glances by everyone on the island.  I expect that if something truly huge happened (like, I don’t know, any plot point gets explained at all) the meaningful glance would be so epic, that it would extend into several generations to come.  Every child born of a Lost character would emerge from the womb with a meaningful glance on its face.  It would be met by the meaningful glances of its parents and would in turn welcome its children into the world with a meaningful glance, and so on, in perpetuity.

The use of the meaningful glance (perfected by so many a daytime soap) becomes clear when considering the fact that the entirety of Lost dialogue consists of random phrases said (often shouted) emphatically.  When you’re working with, “You can do it! I believe in you!” as the most profound statement in an episode or the riveting exchange of:

“You got my back?”

“I got your back.  You got my back?”

“I got your back.”

“Who got back?”

“Baby got back.”

A glance may need to fill in the blanks.

And I know that the show is supposed to be full of “mystery” and “intrigue,”  but the biggest mystery to me is why these people just blindly follow whatever some douchebag tells them. 

“Go back to the desolate island you finally escaped from.” “Hmmm, I always wanted to die of diphtheria.” 

“You’re special.”  “That’s what my mom always said.”

“Don’t worry about that whole death thing, just shoot yourself in the damn  head.” *bang*

Seriously I wish I could find a group of people this gullible.  And before someone argues, “But they’ve been right every time” let me just clear something up.  You’re an idiot.  In what possible way has this all worked out for them?  A prominent doctor became a drug addict, a whiney cunt is raising someone else’s baby, and everyone else is either dead, dying, wanted by the cops, or just sort of mysteriously disappeared.  Yeah every thing’s great on magical, fuck-me-in-the-ass-til-it-bleeds-and-i’ll-ask-for-more-because-i’m-an-idiot island.  I’m just going to tell people to do random, arbitrary shit until I find a group of people that make me their sovereign.  “Buy a bucket of salamanders.”  “Don’t use your left foot today.”  “Slam your head in that wall.”  Apparently there are people that will do this shit unquestioningly, and they are trapped on a time skipping island.  I’m not really sure if that’s a good or bad thing.

There are also TOO MANY FUCKING CHARACTERS!  I renamed them all (with better and much more badass names) in an attempt to keep them straight and make them suck less.  An exhaustive list would take up the entire bandwidth of the internet so I’ll just list a few in this post (more later, if you’re good):

Jack:  Party of Five

Kate:  Degrassi (because she always looks like she’s about to cry.  Seriously, if Sawyer leaves Juliette for her I swear I will punch the entire writing team in their obviously flaccid penises).

Hurley:  Becker.  Yes he was on that show.  Yes he was.  Look it up.  Pwned.

Locke (and how completely not subtle is that name.  It’s a philosopher too, we get it.  LAME.):  Survivorman (there is no greater honor.  Shit, why am I now writing a post on Survivorman right now?  Stay tuned).

Michael:  Oz

Walt:  Little Oz.

Shannon:  Soroi-slut

Boone:  Jordan Catalano

Ok, that’s more than enough for now.  You get the point.  

I have to say though, for my money, if I was stuck on that island I would totally be sleeping in Becker’s (Hurley for those of you that are stupid) tent.  He would keep me warm, he’s got tons of money for booze and hookers when we get off the island and are inevitable best friends, he looks like a proficient cuddler, and he would make for an excellent shield in case of zombie apocalypse.  Because zombies make every thing cooler.

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Posted by on March 10, 2009 in Uncategorized


Great Moments in Toastiness.

As an overlord that appreciates all things toasty, it is only fitting that I commend and bring attention to the great advances in forsaking the frigid.  The latest advance, which has done the most to banish the sinful sinful cold since the invention of feety pajamas, is the one, the only, the incomparable Snuggie.

These things live up to their name.  Wearing one is snuggelicious.  You may be thinking, “Pfft! Tthhhhp! It’s just a backwards robe.”  Well first of all, shut the hell up.  And second of all, you’re kind of right.  It is like a robe you wear backwards, but so much more.  By more I, of course, mean MORE FUCKING FLEECE.  The Snuggie is made entirely out of fleece, one of the sacred clothes, and for that alone deserves distinction.  Here is how I imagine a typical brainstorming session in Snuggie headquarters going:

Guy in Suit 1:  Ok, we’ve decided to use fleece and we have this proto-type.  But it’s just a blanket.

Guy in Suit 2:  What if we add sleeves?

1:  You sick mad fool!  Then the arms will get cold!


2:  No no, we’ll make them long sleeves! Longer than any human arm has ever been!  That way the warmth will be trapped in the folds of unending fleece.

1:  I like it!  Also, don’t make a big thing about the slap, I’ve got warrants.

A few days later, another prototype:

1:  It’s better, but why not just buy a robe and wear it backwards.

2:  Hmmmmm.  No belt?

1:  I hate you.  With a burning hot intensity that will live on far after we are all gone.

2:  Ok ok ok, what if we add…more fleece! To the back so you can wrap it around several full grown hamunculi.

1:  YES!  But I just feel like it’s not warm enough yet.  I mean, is it as hot as the surface of satelites as they enter Earth’s atmosphere?  I think not!

2:  Hmmmm.  HHHHMMmmmmm. What about…?  Hmmmmm.

1:  I am breathless with anticipation

2:  I’ve got it!”

1:  Yes?

2:  MORE FLEECE!  Why stop cutting at 3 yards.  Just keep going.  The more fleece the more warmth!

1:  Brilliant!  Let’s go get wasted!

2:  Way ahead of you!

And so the Snuggie was born (Guy #2 is way smarter because second player is always the best, Luigi for life).  The best inventions are created on alcohol and blow and sold on 30 second infomercials.  Don’t believe me?  I’ve got two and a half words for you:  Bake N’Fill.  Nuff said.

I encourage each and every one of you to go out right now and buy a Snuggie assortment, certianly one is not enough.  I need one for every room in the house, including bathrooms.  I also have my work Snuggie, home Snuggie, and party Snuggie (party Snuggie complete with unidentifiable stains).  Before you ask, yes OF COURSE the Snuggie is proper business attire.  Wear one to your next job interview, I’ll put money down they make you CEO of the company on…the…spot!  You’ll walk in and they’ll be all, “Well that’s an employee that will never die of exposure.  Comfort, convenience, and style.  These are all things this company could use more of!  Be my boss!  Here’s a sack full of money!”  There is also nothing sexier that someone in a Snuggie.  Trust me on this one.

As the commercial says, “You can get up and walk around, you can wear them any where!  I <3 Meth!” 

Oh I will wear them, Mr. Announcer Guy, I will.  The waves and waves of fabric also make twinkie storage and concealment MUCH easier.  The Snuggie makes warmth and snacking easy everywhere.  Give those guys a Nobel freaking Prize.  They’ve done more for this world than Al Gore and Sting combined.  Hell, Al Gore wants to make the planet colder.  You know what?  Fuck Al Gore!  Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some smiting to do.


Posted by on March 6, 2009 in Uncategorized