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[Oct. 20th, 2005|05:55 pm] |
Once again, the new blog is at:
http://jasonsheridan.blogspot.com/
it will be updated soon.
also, my camera phone pictures can now be viewed at:
http://photos.yahoo.com/jsheridan07
Signing off...
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| Summer 05 - Bryan Visits, We Go See Justin |
[Oct. 18th, 2005|11:53 am] |


I can't believe I bought a movie called Cornman...

Justin's delightful dog.

Justin oogles the menu at Perkins.


Which is the lesser of two evils.

This guy caught a fucking fish!

Stump Road and Upper Stump Road

This alligator was located in the back of a store that also sold incense, bongs, and knives. And alligator paraphenilia.

Airsoft Guns

Justin eyes the Airsoft guns.

The first thing we saw as we walked into the legendary Q-Mart.
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[Oct. 18th, 2005|11:51 am] |
This blog bores me. So I'm switching sites again. The new blog is:
http://jasonsheridan.blogspot.com
This website will still be active as a photoblog. Because Flckr is a bitch.
That is all.
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[Sep. 1st, 2005|09:57 pm] |
Ok so I haven't updated for about a month. And I'll talk about what's been going on...when I feel like it.
But for now, here's a link to Fionna Apple's new music video which is crazy great because it features comedian Zach Galifanakis in a very prominent role.
And it's directed by Michael Blieden writer/star of Melvin Goes To Dinner/Phyro-Giants.
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[Aug. 4th, 2005|07:55 pm] |
the Wit (65% dark, 26% spontaneous, 16% vulgar) | your humor style: CLEAN | COMPLEX | DARK
You like things edgy, subtle, and smart. I guess that means you're
probably an intellectual, but don't take that to mean pretentious. You
realize 'dumb' can be witty--after all isn't that the Simpsons'
philosophy?--but rudeness for its own sake, 'gross-out' humor and most
other things found in a fraternity leave you totally flat.
I guess you just have a more cerebral approach than most. You have the perfect mindset for a joke writer or staff writer.
Your sense of humor takes the most thought to appreciate, but it's also the best, in my opinion.
PEOPLE LIKE YOU: Jon Stewart - Woody Allen - Ricky Gervais
AND FINALLY -- after you rate my test with a sweet, sweet '5' -- you must take this test next: The Genghis Khan Genetic Fitness Test. It's not mine, but it rocks.
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My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: | You scored higher than 80% on dark | | You scored higher than 3% on spontaneous | | You scored higher than 12% on vulgar |
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Huh. I guess that's a pretty good result. Although I don't consider
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[Jul. 21st, 2005|09:27 pm] |
Despite the lack of free donut's at the 'kreme I still got this fun hat and I think people are essentially good at heart.

THE END
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| A Big Helping of Jason, Before He Goes on Vacation |
[Jul. 21st, 2005|09:04 pm] |
So I'm headed out of town Friday night and I won't be back until
Saturday the 30th when I'm going to the Comedians of Comedy show.
However, bask in my glorious internet presence:
Blog- YOU'RE READING IT JACKASS!
Audioscrobbler- http://www.audioscrobbler.com/user/Jason%21/
Flickr- http://www.flickr.com/photos/thefuture/
On that last one you can now see my sporadically update moblog which consists off pictures taken from my brand new camera phone!
This past weekend was tons of fun. Rommate Bryan drove down
Saturday. Despite the rain we traveled to many places in exotic
Pennsylvania/Delaware! After an unsuccessful trip to Borders, our
little man finally got a taste of cheesesteaks and hoagies and boy did
he enjoy it! After he finished his respective half of cheesesteak
and half of hoagie he got this angry look on his eyes and out of
nowhere he jumped onto the table and began screaming "I CRAVE MORE
FRIED STEAK AND ONIONS. AND I DEMAND PLENTIFUL MOUNTAINS OF
ITALIAN MEATS AND CHEESES!" He then gave a man a concussion using
a barstool, punted a puppy through a plate glass window and some how
impaled a man using a packet of Butterscotch Krimpets. But I
calmed the savage beast with using his one weakness...THE WALLSTREET
JOURNAL: for no Jew can resist the day's most important political and
financial news! Still I thought it was to shoot the boy in the
leg a few times just to be safe.
After we got that mess settled, we went back to my house and watched
the Punisher (the newer one) which was entertaining and, at times,
hilarious. Because Frank Castle shot a dude...with a knife!
Nuff said. Then we got Bruster's.
Sunday we went up to see Justin. He has a cool dog who could totally eat me if he/she wanted to:
 
Justin was so happy to see us he took
us to the Q-Mart. "It's a place where you can buy both used goods
and sausage," he said. Well it turned out to be the Quakerstown
Farmer's Marker. That right a dirt mall, slightly larger than
Booths Corner's (same smell though) and open 7 days a week. And
here's the first thing we see when we walk in:

That's right a big fuckin' magnetic ribbon which you can...I don't know
put on the side of your fuckin' house I guess! All I know is that
freedom costs $1.05. Then we went to the next store to find:
A Wall of Airsoft Guns:
 

Airsoft guns shoot BB's but look like realistic guns and rifles.
Notice how they all have orange tips...despite the fact that they do
shoot things.
Following our gun fun Justin said "Let's go see the
alligator!" Yes in the back of a store that sells incense,
knives, and bongs...er "water pipes" you can find...

...a live alligator in a pen. This can't be legal. We
walked around the Q-Mart for at least two hours during which time,
Justin bought Kids in the Hall: Brain Candy and I bought a movie alled
Cornman:American Vegtable Hero. Which deserves an entry all it's
own...because I don't feel like writing about it now.
So after the Q-Mart we decided to go to New Hope and it proceeded to pour rain as we drove there. We passed:

Stump Rd and Upper Stump Rd.
We walked around New Hope for about an hour and I was pissed to find
out the used bookstore had closed. But we did get to see a guy
catch a bass by the State Theatre.

After a while we decied we needed food so we drove back down to Justin's neck of the woods.


As we drove we got to a fork in the road and found this sign and wondered, 'Which is the lesser of two evils?'

We decided Doylestown was the lesser since that's way we were going
anyway. We then chose to eat at Perkins because the one near
Bryan closed down and I had never been to one. And let me say
this; I was impressed. It's like a classier Denny's. And
vaguely like Cracker Barrel down home Americana...and
racism. (I kid) Plus for seven dollars you get a sampler
with chicken fingers, onion rings, mozzarella sticks and southwest egg
rolls.

(What will be for eating Herr Justin?)
And we bought a pie. A cookie pie.
After dinner we went back to Justin's spectacular house and watched
Cornman (oh god...horendous) and Pootie Tang. Yeah it was a
B-Movie kind of night. Bryan and I left at like 11:30 and drove
home thru thick fog at high speeds.
Bryan left Monday. His plane went down over the Sea of Japan. Justin's dog
Wednesday was also a day of fun. I picked Erin up so as to give
her her birthday presents (Happiness in Magazines-Graham Coxon, Let's
All Kill Constance by Ray Bradbury, and Willy Wonka's Chocolicious fun
cakes). Then we went to Borders, a store which I have been happy
with lately because they keep giving me coupons, but at the same time
angry at them because they keep lying to me. Let me explain: I
ordered a The Absurd Nightclub Comedy of Eugene Mirman last
Tuesday. I got a call Thursday saying it was in, but when I went
to get it Saturday they couldn't find it. Ok fine, the guy gave
me a 10% off coupon on top of the 30% off one I already have. I
call Monday and they say they're still trying to find a vendor who has
it. I decide Wednesday to go down in person because my coupon
expires Wednesday. And who was working but John McManus, and I
will say this; John McManus is a prince. He realized that when
the dude punched my order in he placed it under a name that wasn't
Jason Sheridan. So they look and there it is under like, Ron
Goof. Oh it was a goof alright...A GOOF OF EPIC
PROPORTIONS. And I got my cd 40% off.
Then we did something I've always wanted to do; drive up Concord Pike
and get a hot dog at Jimmy John's and drive back down Concord Pike and
get donuts at Krispy Kremes. Yes that's right I live a very sad
life. But we did! And it was delicious! Although I
promised Erin a free donut because when you go into Krispy Kreme
they're supposed to give you one warm right off the belt. People
have told me they do this and I have experienced it first hand. But the
belt wasn't working so needless to say there were no free donuts.
Not even my offer to buy her one could quell Erin's rage as she
proceeded to fill out a nasty comment card which those fuckers will one
day rue recieving...if it ever gets delivered.
Also, outside of Jimmy John's was this awesome sign:
 
We really wanted to find an old person to stand under it. We
didn't but there was an old man getting in that white car just as I
took the picture.
So yeah, have a good week everyone. Seacrest out.
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[Jul. 11th, 2005|10:31 pm] |
Ok so The Rubicon liveblogging is taking longer than I thought. I
sent back movies, they sent me back ones that were further down on my
list because there's a waiting time for rubicon (wtf?). In
the meantime I thought I would indulge in a little exercise that Justin
has been doing on his blog. It involves a hypothetical fight
between two people/places/things, and I'm going to use one of his
promps. So on with the show:
John Travolta vs. Henry Winkler
It's a little know fact that Henry Winkler is a bit of a
blog enthusiast. That's right in his spare time, Fonzie
lurks at all the major sites, Blogspot, Live Journal, My Space, etc,
just casually reading and ingesting strangers' blogs. Oh it's
nothing sexual, it mostly stems from boredom and a passion for amature
writing. One day, while reading his way thru Xanga, he stumbled
upon the blog of one Justin Martucci, a film student at Ithaca
College. Martucci had recently been writing about hypothetical
fights between two people/places/things and one of the fights he
proposed was between Henry Winkler and John Travolta. Winkler was
intrigued at the idea of fighting the once great actor. Both
their careers had been in a slump as of late.
After thinking on the idea for a few days, Winkler got Travolta's phone
number from a mutual friend. He called up Travolta and the two
got to talking. Eventually Winkler brought up the subject of a
battle between the two. Travolta too was intrigued; a publicized
feud might just be what he needed to kick start his ailing
career. Travolta invited Winkler down to his vacation house in
Miami to work out the details.
Two days later, Henry hopped a plane at LAX and flew down to
Miami. But the injustices Winkler suffered en route was a sign of
the horrible things that awaited him. The airline had lost
Winkler's luggage and he had left his self in a cab in L.A. Worst
of all his plane skipped a layover in Dallas and arrived in Florida an
hour and a half early. But since he didn't have his cell phone he
couldn't call John to let him know. "Oh well," Winkler figured,
"he's expecting me. I'll just take a cab."
Winkler arrived at the Travolta estate and knocked on the towering
mansion's door. He waited about five minutes until he realized
the door was unlocked. Henry decided to make himself at
home. He had not eaten on the plane because airlines don't serve
free food anymore and the was no way he was gonna pay seven dollars and
fifty fucking cents for a pack of Nutter Butters. So Henry headed
to the kitchen and started to make himself some Pop Tarts. As the
delicious pastries sizzled in the toaster, Winkler noticed a large
submachine gun sitting on the kitchen counter. "That's wierd..."
he thought to himself.
A moment later Winkler started to hear grunting noises coming from the
study off the side of the kitchen. He cautiously moved to the
doorway and stood in the entrance to the study. In side the room
was covered in splotches of red paint and Battlefield Earth
posters. A plasma screen TV hung on one wall and connected to it
was a VCR.
The room had no furniture except one old Lazy Boy Recliner that sat
directly in the middle of the room. And there in the recliner was
Mr. John Travolta sitting completely naked except for a trucker cap
that read "I honk for Hubbard." In one hand he clutched a beat up
copy of Dianetics, with the other hand he massaged his throbbing member.
Winkler stood in the doorway and dared not make a sound. After a
few minutes his attention was drawn to the TV/VCR and he realized what
it was playing; Lucky Numbers, a comedy flop that Travolta was in in
the early 2000's. But Henrey knew something was off; all the
characters were moving backwards and they kept talking about things
like "Narconon" and "Reeducation Centers." Suddenly, Winkler had
a revelation; there were secret Scientology tracts hidden in the
movie's dialogue!
Henry crept quietly back to the kitchen and thought about what he
should do. He ate half a Pop Tart to try and calm himself down,
but it was no use; his mind kept drifting back to the horror he had
just witnessed. Suddenly, his eyes drifted to the gun.
Winkler examinded it. "Let's see thirty round magazine, single
fire or three round burst, silencer. No one out in the street
would ever hear this baby go off," he tought to himself. Of
course Winkler was familiar with this sort of weapon; he had worked as
a soldier of fortune for 4 years after "Happy Days" had ended.
Winkler was hopping for a fair fight but after what he had seen he knew
he could never look Travolta in the face.
Henry headed back to the study where Travolta was still
jer...er...uh..."deep in thought." Winkler stood in the doorway
and aimmed the gun. "Hey Barbarino," he shouted. Travolta
spunn around stunned. "This is for Swordfish!" Henry yelled.
"Son of a fuck..." was all Travolta had time to say before the bullets
tore into him. Henry fired 6 three round bursts until Travolta
fell to the ground. Then he went over and emptied the magazine
into the lifeless corpse. "Guess I'll have to torch the place..."
he said to himself.
***
It took Henry an hour to soak Travolta's entire mansion in
gasoline. Fortunately the actor had his own private jet so there
was plenty of fuel lying around. As Winkler walked out of the
Mansion he lit a cigarette. He took a few long drags off it,
then, as when he was halfway down the driveway, he casually flicked the
cigarette over his shoulder into a waiting puddle of gasoline that led
back to the house. It burst into flames. Winkler stood at
end of the driveway and amired his handy work. "I think I'll go
get a taco...and a blowjob," he said to himself. He put his hands
in his pockets and walked down the street. "Sunday, Monday Happy
Days, Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days..." he sang quietly as he walked
off into the night.
The End
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[Jun. 27th, 2005|02:22 pm] |
COMING SOON-THE LIVE BLOGING EVENT OF THE CENTURY
JASON SHERIDAN

VS.
SIMON TARR'S RUBICON

STAY TUNED...
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| Please move off campus...we'll fuckin pay you... |
[Jun. 23rd, 2005|12:25 am] |
Ithaca College, despite being underenrolled by 19 students, has overguarnteed on campus housing. As such they have reopened the offcampus application process. In fact, a letter I recieved a few days ago said that the first 100 people to apply for and get approved for off campus would be given $1500 dollars. And if you need to go up to Ithaca to find a place to live off campus, the college will put you for tonights (ironically in an on campus room) for free.
I would now like to say that nothing short of the hand of God himself will force me out of my glorious, spacious, air conditioned, lavatory equipped Emerson Double.
Ithaca College: You've dug your grave, now lie in it...just like I'm going to lie in my extralong twin bed in my awesome Emerson Double. |
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So I haven't updated in a while. This largely due to
the fact that I have done much of interest as of late. However, these
past few days I've been spending a lot of time cleaning, reorganizing and
redecorating my room. I'm just like a one man Queer Eye...except without
all the nice things and the insatiable craving for the cock!
And as I've been cleaning, I've come across lots of funny and bizarre things
many of which will be given away to people who enjoy weird shit
'coughlikepossilbyjoejustinbryananderincoughcough.' Oh, excuse me.
Anyway, one of the things I came across was this packet of papers from AP
English. Now almost everyday we had some sort of warm up exercise, and
usally they were work sheets like the ones I came across. Each one had to
do with a specific literary element like TONE, SYNTAX and DETAIL. There
was an excerpt from a poem or a book or a lecture which you were to
"Consider." Then there where two questions related to the
excerpt where we would "discuss" the work. And in the final
part we would "Apply" what we learned and write our own little
ditty. It is here that the fun began BECAUSE I DID NOT TAKE THIS SHIT
SERIOUSLY AT ALL. PARTLY IN THE NAME OF SPITE AND MALICE, AND PARTLY BECAUSE OF ALL THE
POTENTIAL FOR HUMOR, I CAME UP WITH THE BEST, MOST FUCKED UP REPLIES EVER. And
because I'm so proud of these I'm going to share them with you today.
Everything that was originally on the worksheet will be in bold. The
shit I came up with will be italicized. Because that's how I roll.
Consider:
Shug come over and she and Sofia hug.
Shug say, Girl, you look like a good time, you do.
That when I notice that Shug talk and act sometimes like a man. Men say
stuff like that to women, Girl, you look like a good time. Women always
talk about hair and health. How many babies living or dead, or got
teef. Not bout how some woman they hugging look like a good time.
-Alice Walker, The Color Purple
Apply:
Write a short paragraph about someone you know which, through the use or
repetition, expresses a tone of admiration. Share your paragraph with a
partner.
(Note: Ok I must have been feeling
particularly spiteful that day because this is what I shared with the class as
my example).
Shug Dave come over and she and Sofia Joe hug.
Shug Dave say, Girl, you look like a good time, you do.
That when I notice that Shug Dave talk and act sometimes like a
man. Men say stuff like that to women, Girl, you look like a good
time. Women always talk about hair and health. How many babies
living or dead, or got teef. Not bout how some woman they hugging look
like a good time.
(Note: I then came up with another one too.)
Joe Klems is so beautiful, Joe Klems is so
spectacular in every way, Joe klems smells like the way baby’s faces look. Joe Klems almost makes me forget about tacos.
Consider:
When I am too sad and too skinny to keep keeping, when I
am a tiny thing against so many bricks, then it is I look at trees.
-Sandra Cisneros, The House on Mango
Street
Apply:
Write a periodic sentence about getting a bad grade on a
test. Use Cisneros’ sentence as a
model. Share your sentence with a
partner.
When I am too tire from working hard only to
fail, yet I am too awake to sleep, it is then I burn copies of Jane Austen’s
novels because, man, they sure burn good.
(Note: We were reading Pride and Prejudice at
the time and I fucking hated it. But we
probably spent more time discussing that dainty piece of crap than any other
book in the bloody class because the teacher was fucking in love with it. I never forgave her for making me read that
book.).
Apply:
Write three sentences that vividly describe a country scene. In your description use at least two details
drawn from the world of science. Use
your dictionary if you need to. Remember
that it is better to name a specific tree than to use the general word
tree. Share one of your sentences with
the class.
The valley of the walnut trees looked like
stomach with gastrointestinal problems.
It was as if a war hit, leaving only destruction, a few walnut trees and
a cloud of mustard gas. It was a fossil
of it’s former self, a fossil make of walnuts.
Then, in the distance, a heard of monkies appeared wielding weapons,
weapons made of walnut shells. Oh God…the
walnuts…the walnuts.
(Note: Notice how I proceeded to ignore a
majority of the instructions. Do walnuts grow on trees?)
Apply:
Write a short description of an automobile accident. Create a tone of complete objectivity—as if
you were from another planet and had absolutely no emotional reaction to the
accident. Read your description to a
partner and discuss the details, images, and diction that create your tone.
The car accident looked as if you shot 2
bannans out of 2 bannana cannons and they collided in midair. This idea may sound unusual to you
earthlings, but on my home planet Hoobajoob, where we wear pants on our heads
and hamburgers eat people, it is perfectly acceptable.
(Note: Note the blatant mockery of the instructions
and the references to both South Park and
the Simpsons.
Apply:
Use an eating or drinking verb in a sentence which
expresses anger about a parking ticket.
Do not use the verb to literally express eating or drinking. Instead, express your anger through the
verb. Share your sentence with a
partner.
My parking ticket made me so enraged I sautéed
it and proceeded to (figuratively) devour
it with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.
(Note: Once again you can see the overly
literal interpretation of the instructions which, you guessed it, is done out
of spite and malice. Although if I had
the chance to do this again and reference the same movie, I would probably go
with “My parking ticket enraged me so much that I rubbed lotion on its skin and
then gave it the hose again.)
Apply:
Using Wilber’s poetry as a model, write a sentence which
expresses stunned admiration for a stranger.
Use repetition of syntactical structure to create your tone. Share your sentence with the class
I can’t forget how amazed, how completely
astounded I was when the beautiful, NASCAR-shirt clad woman got out of the
passenger’s seat and questioned the driver of the car in front of hers about
their experience of learning to drive at Goodwill.
(Note: Ok some explanation; this was written
on a Monday. Over the previous weekend,
I had gone to the movies. In the parking
lot, I witnessed to cars waiting at a stop sign. Now presumably they were waiting because the
driver of the first car wanted to make a left, and wouldn’t you know, cars were
coming. But for all I know the first car
could have cut the second car off earlier before arriving at the stop
sign. For whatever reason, the passenger
in the second car, a large women, gets out of the car and yells: “What the hell
are you doing? Where did you learn to
drive, Goodwill?” Ooo, burn. Madam your superior wit is one for the
ages. But might I add that my retarded,
deaf/mute cousin who speaks only in grunts could come up with a better line. The part
about a NASCAR shirt was artistic liberty.)
Apply:
Take Cisneros’s phrase, “under a ceiling dusty with
flies,” and write a new phrase by substituting the word dusty with a different
adjective. Explain to a partner the
impact of the your new adjective on the sentence.
The tourists cowered in fear as they stared
at the ceiling painted with flies and wondered what part of Disney World they
were in.
(Note: This one is a personal favorite not
only for the hilarious mental picture, but because I actually followed the
directions…kinda.)
Apply:
Write a sentence about a car crash. In your sentence invert the normal order of a
subject and verb. Try to make your
sentence sound natural and powerful.
Share your sentence with a partner.
Clang, clang, clang went the trolley…as it
raced down the hill completely out of control.
Jason Sheridan;
fighting the MAN (the MAN=incompetent people I don’t like) since…well at least
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| Thanks Mailman Bill |
[Jun. 14th, 2005|09:17 pm] |
Let's see what did I get in the mail today?
       
Why it's an envelope, with the stamp on the wrong side, with three things in it: a
10 dollar bill, an empty condom wrapper and a post it note reading
"JASON--TIME'S UP YOU'RE NEXT!"
Truly this is a blessed day.
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[May. 22nd, 2005|08:42 pm] |
not that i haven't talked enough today, but i had a 'holy-shit! moment of excitement' when i read this on patton oswalt's blog:
The COMEDIANS OF COMEDY tour will come through Philadelphia (oh, wait, sorry, “Will-a-delphia”) this July, so keep checking the calendar.
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[May. 22nd, 2005|06:02 pm] |
Hello there children. Settle down, settle down. I know it's
been a while, but I will write much. Uncle Jason has many, many
things to say today so settle in for the long haul.
So I'm home for the summer now, my final lazy summer. What's
a lazy summer you ask? Well it's the only kind I know of
and it basically involves me doing very little. For example, this
summer-no real job. Which implies that I've had a real job during
past summers which was only true for about a month last year.
This summer I have a glorious unpaid internship at the Philadelphia
Weekly. It's real nice; it's a fun paper, and I'm hoping I might
get some concert tickets or press passes out of it. My dad's
paying for my train tickets so I don't have to worry about those.
The weekly's in an awesome location too; right in center city, about
three blocks from suburban station. And there's an amazing comic
shop right down the street. Also I get to ride the train. I
like riding in things: buses, cars, air planes, trains, wombs.
It's relaxing and I get to catch up on my reading. I have about a
150 pages left in Kingdom of Fear, Hunter Thompson's memoir.
Meanwhile, the rest of the week I'm doing my usual odd job thing
working for Shulman and Cole. The way I see it, the past two
summers this is what I ended up doing anyway, so why bother wasting my
time with pointless applications and interviews that go nowhere.
Weekends I'm usually either at my fathers or down the shore. I'm
a simple man you see I don't require much money. I don't pay for
car insurance or my cell phone, so all I need money for is a healthy
supply of comics, books, cd's and the occasional dvd and keeping my car
full of gas. Life is good...
...except when things piss me off. Now there seems to be a belief
in the comedy club that I am an angry, bitter little man at heart; this
is not always the case. I may say I don't like someone or
something or I may say I hate that someone or something, but there
aren't too many things that I outright detest...things that get my
blood pressure up, my knives sharpened and my eyebrow twitching.
Right now here's the list of things I really just fucking can't stand:
1.Paris Hilton
-What an awful, awful human being. When Paris Hilton comes on TV
I change the channel. She's just an awful, shallow, proactively
stupid human being. Seriously, she's like the worst possible icon
for adolescent girls in the media today. Maybe the worst role
model in all of mankind. I mean at least Hitler tried painting
before becoming a fascit dictator*. Paris Hilton has not
contributed one thing to society. She needs to be
destroyed. I'm tempted to read her book so I can mock her better,
but I'm afraid if I touch it I might get the clap.
2.Gwen Stefani's 'Holla Back Girl'
I hate this song with a passion of a thousand burning suns. Ok we
get it: you're not a hollaback girl, whatever the fuck that
means. What is this song even about. Ok looking at the
lyrics...ok it looks like someone was talking shit about Gwen Stefani,
who points out that she has been around the track a few
times....ok...then she's inviting this person to fight her at the
bleachers...and then what the fuck? Ok these are real lyrics I
have not altered them in anyway and they're coming from letssingit.com:
Oooh, this my shit, this my shit [4x]
Let me hear you say, this shit is bananas B-A-N-A-N-A-S This shit is bananas B-A-N-A-N-A-S Again, the shit is bananas B-A-N-A-N-A-S This shit is bananas B-A-N-A-N-A-S
Wow.
3.Blue Collar TV
While there are tons of good comics out there like Patton Oswalt, David
Cross, Eugene Mirman, Lewis Black and the late Mitch Hedburg, the Blue
Collar Boys sell out giant stadiums and are some of the most well known
comics at the moment. Now I can see why they exist; they serve a
niche market that, like NASCAR, is apparently made up of a large part
of this country judging by the results of the November election.
And while I can tolerate their stand-up this TV show is awful.
Apparently the reoccuring jokes involve ranch dressing and gravy.
Because rednecks love ranch dressing and gravy. These aren't even
reoccuring characters or reocurring themes, these are reoccuring food
products.
4.Idiots
This is a pretty big category, and it's constantly changing, but right now there are two groups that anger me.
The first group is the people who are criticizing the new Star Wars
movie, not for sucking, but for being a metaphor for the Bush
Administration/America Foreign Policy. This is a real thing I'm
not kidding you. Here.
This is just the AP article but David saw it talked about on TV and the
anchor and the pundits and such were actually talking about it (and
some have called for a boycott of the movie) like it was legitimate
piece of news. David offers a good analysis here,
and while I considered writing a real analysis, I realized that this
would give credence to something that is obviously retarded. The
two major quotes that the article mentions are:
"This is how liberty dies. With thunderous applause," bemoans Padme
Amidala (Natalie Portman) as the galactic Senate cheers
dictator-in-waiting Palpatine (Ian McDiarmid) while he announces a
crusade against the Jedi.
"If
you're not with me, then you're my enemy," Hayden Christensen's Anakin
— soon to become villain Darth Vader — tells former mentor Obi-Wan
Kenobi (Ewan McGregor). The line echoes Bush's international ultimatum
after the Sept. 11 attacks, "Either you are with us, or you are with
the terrorists."
Ok the first one is George Lucas trying to be insightful and clever,
something he tries very hard, too hard, to do in the movie. The
second quote...I mean...Bush doesn't have a trademark on the whole
'you're with us or against us thing.' And Lucas has said for
years that for years that Star Wars is basically about the battle of
good versus is evil. I think he may have also said something
about it being like the rise of fascism in Europe. I don't know,
and I honestly think Lucas is losing it anyway.
Honestly if there are people out there who are boycotting this
because of vague parallels with the current administration please stop
it. We know you just like to complain about things, and even if
Lucas did do this on purpose who give a shit; just because you like the
president doesn't mean he's above criticism.
And I mean come on; while star wars deals with religion and politics
-it's obviously not about bush america. One plot point is that
the Palpatine tries to convince Anakin that the Jedi are trying to over
throw him. The Jedi, of course, are religious zealots--they can't
marry, they are supposed to concern themselves only with others and
they worship and invisible, all powerful force. And as we all
know, Chancellor Palpatine eventually becomes a fanatical ruler.
This is obviously not like america where the religious zealots team up
with the fanatical ruler to spread their messages of the evils of
evolution, the wonder of nascar and the hilariousness of the blue
collar comedy tour. zing.
But man, if conservatives are made about Star Wars
possibly/maybe/pretty fuckin' unlikely commenting on their precious
President Bush, imagine how they would feel if George Lucas mucked up
their precious Jesus:

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The other group that pisses me off is the family who was sitting next
to me during Star Wars. So it was a mother, a father and their
son, he looked to be about 12/13. He was dead quiet during the
entire film, as was the row of teenagers (they looked about 15/16) in
front of me. But holy shit, that mother and father wouldn't shut
the fuck up. You could tell the mother probably hadn't seen a
Star Wars movie in like 20 years. So often she was asking her
husband "What's wrong with Anakin's hand?" "Who's that black
guy?" But most of the time it was "Oh no I bet it's a trap!" "I
think they'll use the force!" or "Oh is that baby who they just called
Luke, the same Luke from the original movie?" Very good
shithead. God I know you probably raised your kid not to talk
during movies so why don't you shut your sound hole? I don't
practice restraint often, usually I say what I think (this throws
people off guard: once a girl was complaining that she needed to lose
weight or she wouldn't fit into her bathing suit for spring
break. I advised her to just buy a new bathing suit. A
crowd of stunned people then acted like I just said "Well I don't know
about that, but that Hitler had some pretty good ideas.."). But I
was polite, even though these people ruined most of the movie for
me. Seriously though, I had to ask myself: at what point do you
stop being polite and just go "Would you and your wife please shut up
or I'm going to punch you both in the mouth."
Other than that I only had two complaints about the movie. 1) George
Lucas what the hell was with all the wipes? They're going to need
to make a new version of Final Cut just to add some of those. I
know the original movies had a fair amount of wipes but this was
ridiculous. Once the scene was at Padme's bedroom and then it
wiped to the Jedi temple. But it wasn't a left to right wipe, oh
no, it was nine tiny squares. Nine tiny magical squares that
gobbled up the picture. Is this a movie or a commercial promoting
the wonders of 21st century editing software?
2) Hayden Christenson and Natalie Portman. I know these two can
act, I've seen them do so in other movies. Portman was even
decent in the first two prequels! But I don't know what the hell
they were doing here. Seriously the two of them were the most
unrealistic couple ever. My brother and I were laughing during
some of their very serious dialouge. What they were doing wasn't
even acting, it was the antithesis of acting...let's call it unacting.
One other minor thing; Lucas seemed to be giving himself a
congratulations reach around with the script. Like using lines
from the original trilogy. I mean I liked it when Obi wan
commented how uncivilized the blaster was that was a fun little one
off-er. But shit like that happened toooo much. It's like
Lucas saying 'Look at me guys I still remember my past. Remember
how clever I used to be?! Well I'm not that clever anymore so I'm going
to hide that fact by throwing in some references to my old films so all
the nerds chuckle cause they totally get that reference!'
Other than that I enjoyed the movie (besides the opening space battle
which was the least suspenseful thing ever. 'Let me just scrape
these robobugs off your space ship like a Macdonalds employee scraps
gum off of the underside of table while you half-heartedly do the go on
with out me schtick.' Ok there I'm done.).
Well so much for convincing people I'm not bitter and caustic. Oh
well this was fun I like venting! Stay tuned for regular updates.
*(For any internet crusader reading this: I'm not condoning Hitler.
It's a joke. I really don't think I should have to point this out, but
I've had bad experiences with internet comment people in the past).
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[May. 11th, 2005|06:00 pm] |

"GEORGE ROMERO'S LAND OF THE DEAD: IN THEATRES JUNE 24TH!"
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[Apr. 27th, 2005|10:21 pm] |
So Brian informed about this mp3 blog recently (ie-today) called teachingtheindiekidstodanceagain.com. i was going through the archives and i found this survey which i thought was kind of cool and since i want to put off my 10 page ethics paper even longer (due at 10:50 tommorrow w/ presentation) i'm gonna do it. i'm so very easily entertained lately...
Step 1: Open your MP3 player. Step 2: Put all of your music on random. Step 3: Write down the first twenty songs it plays, no matter how embarrassing
1.Gerbil-Stephen Lynch ha, good start. i tried this once but accidently went back to the main menu. originally it was one of the odb's words of wisdom from chris rock's bigger and blacker. 2.Rocket Man-William Shatner 3.Friendship-Tenacious D 4.All Apologies-Herbie Hancock 5.It Had to Be You-Frank Sinatra 6.Beautiful Way-Beck 7.The Wrong Way-TV on the Radio 8.Like A Virgin-Richard Cheese 9.Guys Like Me-Aimee Mann 10.Those to Come-The Shins 11.I'm Waiting For The Man-David Bowie I...don't even know how this got on here. It says Almost Famous soundtrack which...I don't think I have. Wasn't this a Velvet Underground song? So distraught... 12.Ce matin la-Air 13.Cape Feare Medley-The Simpsons sndtrk Bart asks Sideshow Bob to sing the entire score the the H&S Pinafore... 14.Little People-The White Stripes 15.Only in Dreams-Weezer 16.I Know There's An Answer-The Beach Boys 17.Beckhole-Beck Beckhole? He made a song called Beckhole. I don't think I want to know what a beckhole is... 18.Chinese Rock-The Ramones 19.The Desperate Kingdom I've had this album (Uh Huh Her) for months and haven't listened to it. 20.Island in the Sun-Weezer
Man what's with all the Weezer? I expected more They Might Be Giants, Lewis Black and comedy shit in general. Ah, 21 is a Seinfeld track. God actually this list is pretty cool and the next ten songs are good too. I'm gonna listen to this eclectic clusterfuck as I write this paper. |
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[Apr. 25th, 2005|08:48 pm] |
...is the return of a much beloved, cancelled tv show while at the same time a new show by the same creators is aired that isn't as good as the first one in a time slot that could be used to air Arrested Development-a much better show.
I am of course refering to the return of Family Guy and the premire of American Dad this upcoming Sunday. Now folks I have seen the new Family Guy (thanks internet leakage!) and I have to say it's a fine return to form. They even bring back some classic, semi-reoccuring characters in ways that work. The episode is entitled North by North Quahog. I won't tell you anything else besides the fact that it is a North by Northwest parody (which is a great way to get back on my side--I love that movie) and the sequel to the Passion of the Christ plays a major part.
So tune in Sunday, because if you don't watch it again, or else it will go away and Fox will air more shit like Tru Calling, Skin, Paradise Hotel, Dark Angel, Life on a Stick, Quintuplets, American Embassy... |
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[Apr. 25th, 2005|02:15 am] |
Ok I know realize that last post was pretty lame. I apologize you
deserve better; these online surveys--they just kill so much
time. Anyway, this is the music post which I've been meaning to
do for a while. I'm not really going to talk about music because
I'm not particularly good at that. But I have some lists and a
meme! For example, here's a list of albums coming out this summer
that particularly interest me, and may be helpful to you:
ben folds- apr 26
aimee mann-may 3
Spoon-May 10
weezer-May 10
sleater kinney-may 24
built to spill, the flamming lips, broken social scene all have new albums coming this year as well.
(to give you an idea how long this post has been gestating this list
also had the release dates for the new doves, beck and hot hot heat
albums which have been out for quite a while)
An aside: The new garage rock wave/movement/thing is really starting to
try me. Oh don't get me wrong; I like the music, really I do, but
it's just getting tiring. I realized this when I bought the
Bravery's self titled debut which I bought on the strenth of the single
"An Honest Mistake." And I mean...I like it...it was a decent
seven dollars spent, but how many times am I going to listen to this
thing? This same thing goes for Franz Ferdinand/The
Killers. Again I like the music and I'll probably continue to
listen to it (listen not buy) but I liked it the first time when it was
called The Strokes or Interpol. And yes I get the irony; there
are those people say "pheh! I like the Strokes and Interpol when
they were called the Velvet Underground and Joy Division."
And hey on a lighter note, some interesting concerts coming to Philly!
weezer-may 10 electric factory (this is sold out; I probably wouldn't
have paid to see it anyway. My grudge with Weezer: I like Weezer;
but when you have a library of hundreds of songs and you've released,
what 2 hours of music--30 minutes times four cd's--it just feels like
they're fucking with me.)
ben folds-may 13 electric factory (This may be sold out as well)
built to spill-may 14 electric factory
doves-may 22 tla
rilo kiley-may 25 troc (I heard a song on 88.5 by her/them that I really liked)
spoon-june 4 tla
stephen malkmus and the jicks-june 5 tla
brian wilson-august 16 mann center
And now a meme. This one is kind of ancient; it was floating around the comics blogosphere a while back:
1. Total amount of music files on your computer
ITunes says: 15.41 GB or 4005 songs
2. The last CD you bought was
Pixies Supersized-A bootleg of a June 2005 concert.
3. What is the song you last listened to before reading this message
Gigantic by the Pixies, from the aforementioned album. This song
is what sealed the deal on purchasing this album. Kim Deal does
the vocals and they're lovely. This is compared to the B-Sides
album where Frank Black just screams the lyrics like his life depended
on it.
4. Write down 5 songs you often listen to or that mean a lot to you
1-Good Vibrations by Bryan Wilson from SMiLE-It's one of those songs
that takes you back to a certain time and place. I can remember
exactly what my mind set was when I was listening to this song. I
prefer this version to the Beach Boys one. I don't know what it
is...oh the lyrics are different, and better, on this one. The
fact that it was one of the Beach Boys' biggest hits and it ends Bryan
Wilson's FINALLY finished product might have something to do with it,
who knows. And as with many songs there's a girl who comes to
mind...excuse me...a dame. It's always a dame what breaks your
heart.
2-Eleanor Rigby by The Beatles from Revolver-I'm a Beatles fan, and
this is my all time favorite song by them, followed by Yellow Submarine
and With A Little Help From My Friends. It's catchy and it tells
a story.
3-Underground by Ben Folds Five-Another time/place song. I was
hooked on this song my senior year of high school. And I still
find my self singing along to it.
4-A Magazine Called Sunset by Wilco from More Than the Moon EP-Yeah, yeah I'm a hopeless romantic.
5-Where is my Mind? by the Pixies from Surfer Rosa-The first exposure I
had one of my favorite all time bands. Not only is it an awesome
song does the way it's used at the end of Fight Club kick ass!
(Jason Fun Fact: When I was trying to figure out who sang the song, I
thought the Fight Club credits said it was by the Kinks, another band I
was interested in but still have not gotten into).
CHEAT 6-Hard To Explain by The Strokes from Is This It-Ok so summer
after junior year in high school I was musically stuck. I had a
few bands I liked, but I was still musically confused. Then I saw
the video for hard to explain, thought 'hm that was cool' and picked up
Is This It on a whim. After this everything started to fall into
place; I saw the White Stripes lego video and their MTV movie awards
performance (yeah laugh it up shitheads: I'm a pop culture whore) and
sought out their albums. Then the Pixies, the Velvet Underground,
Phantom Planet, Wilco all in a rapid speed.
Fuck; California Dreamin should have made that list.
5. Who are you going to pass this stick to? (3 persons) and
why?-Email's down at the moment and I don't want to be a dick and fill
these people's in boxes. So if you three are reading this, why
not copy and paste the questions and put them in your blog? Same
goes for anyone else.
Brian (Nicholson)-If there is one person who is singlehandedly
responsible for my good taste in music (among other media) it is Brian
Nicholson. He was the one who, in 7th grade, exposed me to They
Might Be Giants. Many other bands would follow and he's still
giving me recommendations to this day.
Erin (Tustin)-The other person from high school who had great musical
taste (that's right there were only two of them). Erin was
responsible for burning me what are now some of my favorite albums
(even though they always came out fucked up and skippy). Now
she's the person with closest musical taste to my own which I describe
as discerning, but not so discerning we reach Pitchfork/Prick level.
Justin (Martucci)-I live with Justin and I know he listens to
music. A lot of music, a fair amount of it good. I also
know he will probably do this meme, while Brian probably won't and Erin
could go either way.
That's all it's way past my bed time. Fucking 10:00 class.
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| One more thing |
[Apr. 23rd, 2005|03:27 pm] |
I hope this works:
My dating personality profile.
Your dating personality profile:
Funny - You laugh often. People never accuse you of lacking a sense of humor. You don't take yourself too seriously. Liberal - Politics matters to you, and you aren't afraid to share your left-leaning views. You would never be caught voting for a conservative candidate. Sensual - You are not particularly shy when it comes to your sexuality. You know what you like and do not feel inhibited. | Your date match profile:
Funny - You consider a good sense of humor a major necessity in a date. If her jokes make you laugh, she has won your heart. Intellectual - You seek out intelligence. Idle chit-chat is not what you are after. You prefer your date who can stimulate your mind. Adventurous - You are looking for someone who is willing to try new things and experience life to its fullest. You need a companion who encourages you to take risks and do exciting things. | Your Top Ten Traits
1. Funny 2. Liberal 3. Sensual 4. Adventurous 5. Intellectual 6. Big-Hearted 7. Wealthy/Ambitious 8. Practical 9. Romantic 10. Outgoing
| Your Top Ten Match Traits
1. Funny 2. Intellectual 3. Adventurous 4. Conservative 5. Practical 6. Big-Hearted 7. Religious 8. Outgoing 9. Sensual 10. Wealthy/Ambitious
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Take the Online Dating Personality Quiz at Dating Diversions
Wait...#4 on date matches...conservative? What the fuck? The first three make sense, but how the hell did that get in there.
Also I'm very sensual...and anyone who just read that sentence is probably vomiting in their mouths. |
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[Apr. 23rd, 2005|02:59 pm] |
There are any number of things I could and should be doing right now,
but this is the first saturday I have had free in ages, so that shit
can wait.
Actually here's what I have to do this week:
-Ethics Research Paper and Presentation due Thursday- man I should really start the research.
-Paper on the book Good Work for Social Instituions and Organizations
due Monday- How little of the book can I read but still manage to have
enough material to write the paper. Hm...
-Rough draft of a compare and contrast paper for Short Story Class due
Monday- I really like this class. We've read such a wide variety
of stories and I was exposed to authors like Ishiguro, Gish Jen, Kafka
and T.C. Boyle (who I swear I've read before but I can't pinpoint
where...)
-Article for Newswriting-no definite date, no definite topic
-Website for Newswriting-will be most basic thing ever
After I get done this massive workload this week, I have a few things
due come finals week, but I'll be finished by Tuesday May 3rd at
1:00. Horray.
But man things have been going well. Ithaca College: The Show was
awesome. We had standing room only the second night and we raised
approximately $2800 dollars for charity. And Tuesday we're going
to roast the outgoing seniors/heads of the club. Oh we're gonna
roast their asses good.
These Are The News wrapped last Saturday, and the first episode aired
Wednesday. It looked great, (especially the credits which were
awesome) but everyone widely agrees that the second episode is
better. Expect both of them to be online in the coming weeks, and
to air next semester.
If everything goes well, by the time this semester is done I will have
dvd's of The Penis Soliloquies, IC: The Show and These Are The
News. And probably 2 mp3's of me doing stand-up.
Pop culture wise I've been pretty...lax with lately? Like I've
been listening to a fair amount of music, but I don't particularly feel
like commenting on it I suppose. Uh...Broken Social Scene's You
Forget It In People and The Wrens' The Meadowlands are both good.
I've had those for months, but I've been listening to them a lot
lately. Watched I Heart Huckabees at Erin's last week. I
enjoy that greatly. Oh I saw Of Montreal at Cornell last
week. They're wacky. I think of them as a less clever They
Might Be Giants, but more musically diverse. I don't know...the
show was good, although everything they played I didn't know simply
because I just have like a clusterfuck of 24 songs by them. I
really should have bought the one album at the show because it was 10
bucks there 16 at Amazon.
Kung Fu Hustle is out this week; I really want to see it, but I don't
know when I'll have the time. Next week is Hitchhiker's Guide and
XXX: State of the Union. You think I would know better than to
see XXX, but it's not that asshole Vin Diesel anymore, oh no!
It's Ice Cube! And Samuel L. Jackson! Together again
for the first time! I'm kind of excited by Hitchhiker's guide
but...I read the book in 7th grade so my memory of it, besides the
basic plot, is fuzzy.
I honestly can't remember the last time I read a comic was. Oh
I'm still buying them but I have a stack the size of my neck in my
drawer. And at least 10 trades...wait...20 trades. I bought
like 10 from Top Shelf when they had that big sale. The one day
of finals week I'm just sitting down with my mammouth stack and reading
everything.
Books, ha; don't even bother--So much for reading more, I've barely been reading for classes!
Well that's all for now. Talk to you all eventually. Seacrest out.
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