theburntv:

The Burn Season 2 has so many amazing comedians lined up we couldn’t even fit them all in this picture. But we tried. If you’re in Los Angeles and you want to attend a taping, click here and make it happen. If you’re not in L.A. you’re just going to have to watch every Tuesday at 10:30. 
(pictured: Jeff Ross with Aisha Tyler, T.J. Miller, Margaret Cho, Nikki Glaser, Ralphie May, Brian Posehn, Michael Ian Black, Adam Carolla, Judah Friedlander, Amy Schumer, Dave Attell, Gilbert Gotfred, and Natasha Leggero)

LOVE this show!

theburntv:

The Burn Season 2 has so many amazing comedians lined up we couldn’t even fit them all in this picture. But we tried. If you’re in Los Angeles and you want to attend a taping, click here and make it happen. If you’re not in L.A. you’re just going to have to watch every Tuesday at 10:30. 

(pictured: Jeff Ross with Aisha Tyler, T.J. Miller, Margaret Cho, Nikki Glaser, Ralphie May, Brian Posehn, Michael Ian Black, Adam Carolla, Judah Friedlander, Amy Schumer, Dave Attell, Gilbert Gotfred, and Natasha Leggero)

LOVE this show!

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Bad-ass!  It cycles in the shape of the sign for Infinity…

Bad-ass!  It cycles in the shape of the sign for Infinity…

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Because @jimmyjohns asked for it…

My tummy cried for a bite

Pizza just didn’t sound right

There was no food in sight

And I needed something

 

I’d trade my soul for a wich

But not just any sandwich

Don’t have the foodstuffs for this

I gotta have something

 

That black menu’s calling

Oh the choices are simply aweing

My hungry tummy’s gnawing

When can you get here Jimmy’s?

 

Hey, I just called you, and this is crazy

But here’s my sandwich, I’ll tip you maybe

I hope you brought my, oatmeal cookie

But here’s my sandwich, I’ll tip you maybe

 

Hey, I just called you, and this is crazy

But here’s my sandwich, I’ll tip you maybe

These chips are good, and oh so salty

But here’s my sandwich, I’ll tip you maybe

 

I took my time with the call 
It took no time I recall 
till you said hello with a drawl,

Can I get you something?

 

I’d beg and borrow and steal 
for a sandwich that’s real,

I can’t wait till I taste it,

and I gotta have something

 

That black menu’s calling

Oh the choices are simply aweing

My hungry tummy’s gnawing

When can you get here Jimmy’s?

 

Hey, I just called you, and this is crazy

But here’s my sandwich, I’ll tip you maybe

I hope you brought my, oatmeal cookie

But here’s my sandwich, I’ll tip you maybe

 

Hey, I just called you, and this is crazy

But here’s my sandwich, I’ll tip you maybe

These chips are good, and oh so salty

But here’s my sandwich, I’ll tip you maybe

 

Before you came into my life I missed you so bad 

I missed you so bad… I missed you so, so bad 

Before you came into my life I missed you so bad 

And you should know that… I missed you so, so bad 

Hey, I just called you, and this is crazy

But here’s my sandwich, I’ll tip you maybe

I hope you brought my, oatmeal cookie

But here’s my sandwich, I’ll tip you maybe

 

Thoughts on manners and a sense of what is fair/just

Call me old fashioned, but I sincerely think that this thing where folks feel that they are special, privileged, or are just not required to follow social rules has got to stop.  Of course I know it won’t because in as long as society lets people get away with this type of behavior, it will persist.  

Case in point:

My family and were at Costco yesterday.  For some reason unknown to me, gas at Costco was going for $3.55 a gallon.  Sheets, not even a full block away, was priced at $3.85 - You do the math and tell me which price you would rather pay.  I’ll wait… Got it figured out?  I am gonna guess you would go with Costco, right?  Yeah, I thought so…  Anyway, as would be expected there were lines behind every lane, for every pump. 

So the first thing I notice is that folks would finish at the front pump and pull away, the person at the rear pump would still be pumping their gas.  In some instances the person who was going to be next would pull out of line, jump ahead and lock the rear pumper (no jokes please) in place.  Now me, I am not in any real hurry here.  The way I look at it is that you wait until the rear pumper pulls out (once again, please, no jokes), and than you and the person behind you can pull forward and commence fueling.  I mean really, is it so horrible to wait your turn and be polite to the person pumping in fornt of you?  (Ok, go ahead, you can make your pun right here and get it out of your system - I’ll wait)

So we finally get to the pump and I start fueling up the mini-van.  In the next ailse over a car pulls out from the front and the folks are waiting in line behind the guy at the rear pump when I see this jerk in a crossover come up the middle of the two  lanes and proceed to pull into the front pump - jumping ahead of three folks in line.  I am appalled, perturbed, pissed off, and amazed.  The people in line are all looking out their windows, staring daggers at this guy, but nobody is getting out of their car.  I went to the attendant and pointed out this jerk’s rude oversight.  One of the folks in the line thanked me from a distance.  He said he was going to get out and say/do something, but I have no idea what that might have entailed.  We pulled away, and from a distance it appeared that nothing actually happened to the jerk.  Still, I feel better having said something, though in reality it didn’t affect me.

I guess the moral of this story is simple - Cuts in the gas line are rude, don;t do it.  One of these days, someone might actually get out of the car and who knows what they might do.

For me, you’re the perfect combination of body and brainsVia someecards

For me, you’re the perfect combination of body and brains

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Awesome!  He looked a little short to be a Stormtrooper…

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Very interesting, and worth considering

I watched this documentary today, in observance of New Years.  I have to say, it paints a very convincing picture and I am considering giving it a try.

Another year come and gone…

Where did it go?  I hope 2011 found you in a better place at the end of the year than where you were at the beginning.  2012 is gonna be a bumpy ride, and I am sure it’s going going to be all wrapped up in politics, but I have high hopes that we’ll all be better off at the end of it, than wherever we are tomorrow morning.  

Just a thought, but I hope if you have never been active politically that you’ll take a moment and give it some thoughts.  Stand for something, behind someone, in front of someone - just take a stand.  Whether you are one of the 99%, the 1%, the 50/50, don’t miss an opportunity to listen and speak, let your voice be heard, and cast a vote if you have never done so.  Whether you and I agree, disagree, agree to disagree, or just trade snarky comments back and forth, don’t be silent and let the corporate run politicians speak on your behalf because more than likely they don’t speak on your behalf unless you have a checkbook and pen in hand.

Republican, Democrat, Republocrat or Demlican, remember that a party line is not a line of thought.  Read, think, decide on your own, and don’t let left or right sway your brain unless you make a conscious decision of your own.  The world has too many sheep already - be a human being and decide for yourself.

And with that, I step down from my soapbox and wish you all a Happy and Prosperous New Year!

What’s it all mean?

I was reading Google news and they had an article about this guy who used to work for SNL, Kids In The Hall, and the Canadian Comedy Network, Joe Bodolai.  The guy committed suicide sometime before or during Christmas, found by a hotel maid.  He left a sort of suicide not on his Twitter on in his blog.  I had no prior knowledge of this guy, but since I am a fan of comedy I find his passing disturbing on many levels.

The reason I am disturbed is that well over a year ago, March of 2010, I was in a place where I could have easily given up and checked out just like this guy.  Yet I have not had the level of success, both monetarily nor professionally, that this guy had.  I could have crawled into a deep, dark depressive hole and continued on down until I was out of this realm and onto the next one but I chose to suck it up and move onward.  I still struggle from time to time, but I try to distance myself from those lapses and continue to fight.  At the time, all the logic in the world made it seem plausible, simple, and easy to do.  I am sad for this man that he bought into that line of thinking, made the commitment to his decision and followed through.  On a side note, I hope that his method of choice was as painless as the one I had planned when I was contemplating it but I do not think that a cocktail of gatorade and anti-freeze would ease one into the next life on wings of angels.  Not trying to be funny, but that is just what crossed my mind as I read his story.

Which brings me to another tragedy, but one that gives me hope.  A young boy, Ben Breedlove from Texas, living with a heart defect who had cheated death three times passed away on Christmas Day.  He had recorded a Youtube Video in two parts that his family discovered after the tragedy.  In the content of his video there are references that give me hope that things really do continue on after.

What’s the connection?  I guess that while it is easy for one life to be extinguished at ones own hands, it’s still sad.  And while it is sad that a youth can pass on well before his time, and what for most is one of the happiest of days of the years, he left a gift for us all to help us cope with the losses we all face and share throughout the course of our lives.

I still face problems today.  Everyday.  Feelings.  Emotions.  Stress.  Struggle.  Strife.  But I know that there are things worth waiting for, and battles to fought, challenges to overcome, examples to set, and successes on the horizon.  It’s just all about making that decision to continue on, facing the demons, conquering the foes, and persevering until I get to the time where I get to go to that place that Ben visited, and is most likely there right now.  I’m not in any hurry to get there, but I certainly look forward to getting there someday.

Reblog if you’re willing to answer anything that comes to your ask box right now.

True story…

Conversation at work today…

Me: I recorded ‘Love and Other Drugs’ this weekend to watch later.

Co-Worker 1: What’s that?

Me: Movie with Anne Hathaway.  She gets nekkid!

Co-Worker 2: Not that naked.

Me: Nekkid enough!

Co-Worker 1: I am a huge Anne Hathaway fan!

Me: If I watch her nekkid long enough, I’ll be a huge fan too!

Just like the Rolling Stones

Oh yes, just the the rock group of yesteryear it has had it’s farewell tour, comeback, good-bye, hello again, gone for good, oops I forgot my baggage so I came back for a quick pick me up, okay I am gone for good this time for real, NOT!

Yummy! I am speaking of the delicacy knows as the McRib of course.  Introduced back when I was a wee child of twelve it’s porkey meatiness covered in the smokey sweet nectar of the gods, pickles and onions - words can only express so much without emotion coming into the picture.  Anyway…  Hold on a sec, I have to compose myself.  Does someone have a napkin?  Is it for tears, or to dab the sauce from my mouth?  Take a guess, you have a 50/50 chance of being right.

Yeah, um, anyway, I just want to take a moment and bring up the proper etiquette for dining on this elusive prize since it is only around for a limited time.

1 - Ambiance.  Yes, I said it, and I don’t regret it.  Candle light, proper place settings and above all Barry White singing “My First, My Last, My Everything” are a must.  Don’t look at your wife across the table as you savor the flavor, she just brought it from the drive-thru and is there a vessel of delivery - nothing more.    

2 - Napkins.  Like any love affair you want to get into it, no holds barred, knock down, drag out, hardcore.  So what if some sauce gets on your face.  Sure it might get on your clothes, though if you are truly hardcore than clothes are optional.  That’s what the napkins are for.  Or, for the truly disturbed and intense, wet-naps.  Awwww yeah!

3 - Drinks.  I am a purest.  Diet Doctor Pepper is best, to off-set the calories of this naughty little sandwich of love.

4 - Monogamy.  Not a word you want to use with McRib…  No no!  One is never enough, and you want to sample here and there.  Sure, on the outside they all look alike, but each one is to be cherished, savored if you will, until it is time to move on.  Yes, the box is empty, but your tummy is full for now.  Until….

The next one.  Mmmmm, hurts so good!  

But then McRib is gone, possibly for good.  Unless you go to Germany, than she will be there for you as she is a permanent fixture on the menu.  Oh yes, that sweet and savory little tease will be there for us all.

Rebel in the making…

On the flip side of my daughter singing Taylor Swift, my 5 year old repeatedly asks for me to play AC/DC’s Back in Black.  I blame Dreamworks and Megamind.  

Talent in bloom…

So I am sitting here, contemplating a quick entry and I hear the sounds of Taylor Swift emerging from my daughters bedroom as she sings aloud.  There are worst things to have her sing along to, such as NWA or perhaps Anthrax…