As (should be) customary on Friday, it's once again time for me to display random photos that (probably) recently came from the one hour photo processing center at our local WalMart. My wife has been bugging me to get these particular photos scanned for at least a week now (I think that qualifies as "a while") and TODAY, because I had little choice other than to drag my fat ass over to the scan station computer to search for a file, I took the opportunity to actually get the damn things scanned...Here now is a small (and thoroughly random) sampling of these "photos," pretty much the ones that I couldn't readily classify under a specific event. Don't you feel lucky? You get random crap! Ready? here we go...Oh yeah, clicky for a larger version, blah blah blah. Here we go...For real this time...

That's my wife, showing off her "teeth" which are now "sans braces." She decided a few years ago to get those teeth of hers fixed up (like her sister had done) and the results, even though she had to go through horrible pain and torture and have those braces on for what seemed like FOREVER, are amazing. LOOK AT THOSE TEETH! Just look at 'em!


It did snow here today, but, in reality, not much at all. These photos are not of today, but rather of some snow that we had...well...Sometime in the last three months, that's all I can tell ya. I know that It doesn't look like much in the picture, but that crap was wet and heavy, kids. Wet and heavy...Hard to move...


More with the wet and heavy shit snow. It's long gone now, but yet, there it is, preserved forever in photographic form...Hot damn...um...next.


Heh! Here's a great frickin' shot that was snapped while my wife, myself and my parents were all enjoying "food" at our local Black Angus in celebration of my wife's recent birthday. Give me angry! YES! THAT"S IT! MORE! heh...


Here's just a random shot of my Mom and I. I'm sure that we were playing cards, or somethin'. Yep, that's it...Nothin' funny to say...um...Yep...


That, kids, is NOT a photo of my wife's knee (as it may appear). No, that is, in fact, her FRICKIN' SHIN! (Warning for Kathy): THAT'S A FRICKIN' HEMATOMA! Or however it's spelled...I ain't no doctor...Anyhow, my wife took a softball in the shin not too long ago and now has this "knot" to carry around. Good news? The leg is not broken. Bad news? This thing been there for damn near a month...HEMATOMA!


Aaaand we end our Phrickin' Photoblog Phriday today with a picture of my Grandma (from my mom's side) with my cousins Mandy and Amy. They look happy, don't they? Heh. Anyhow...That's about it...Um...Can't think of anything much to add...Have a fine weekend, kids!

Labels: Phrickin' Photoblogs

When I was younger, I used to see a whole Hell of a lot of movies. Seriously, when my sister and I were growing up, my dad was the manager of the Cinema 70 here in town, which gave us access to (literally) a metric assload of movies over the course of however many years it was. After retiring from Westland Theatres, my dad became a pro golfer, which meant that, while we could no longer see free movies, we COULD play "golf" for free. Now, I'm better at watching movies than I am at playing golf, but free is free, right? Damn right...The golf thing stuck around for a while and, at one point, dad ran a restaurant. Guess what? We ate for free...See a theme developing here?

I'm a cheap frickin' bastard...I don't like to pay for things...

As such, I just haven't seen near the amount of movies that I've wanted to in the past 10 years (or so) MOSTLY due to my being a total cheapass quite frugal. Only recently did my wife and I acquire a membership at Hollywood Video and begin to once again view feature films on a (sort of) regular basis. Case in point, last week, we rented 4 films. 4 WHOLE FILMS! It's almost mindblowing, I know...I shall now review 1 of the aforementioned 4 films for you, not because I think that you would want to hear my thoughts on it, but mostly because it fills space on this blog and also because I REALLY LIKE the little "clicky" noises that my keyboard makes while I type...The clicking...It entrances me...

Anyhow...ON WITH THE REVIEWING!

the first film that I watched out of the four was this:

Sideways (2004)
So, as is normal for me, I had waffled back and forth about wanting to see this film. The commercials that I had seen for it kind of made it look funny, but kind of didn't. When I read (somewhere, probably on the DVD box) that it was "the best American comedy of the year," or some such bullshit, I figured that I could at least give it a whack. So's I did...

In retrospect, it would have been better to "give it a whack" with a large stick and send it to bed without supper. This movie is, at best, a redheaded sstepchild. I might even go so far as to call it "one of the worst films that I have ever witnessed." Sideways is so bad that I actually had to QUIT WATCHING because of it's eminent lameness. I decided to come back to it a couple days later after I had cooled down, so to speak, but (to my dismay) the last half was just as crappy as the first, especially since I kept expecting (after all of that jibber-jabber about it being a frickin' COMEDY) that it would get "funny" at some point. Sadly, the only truly humorous scene is when Jack, the self-absorbed actor character (played by Thomas Haden Church), has the living piss beaten out of him by Stephanie (played lovingly by Sandra Oh). That's it, kids...A guy gets the snot beaten out of him in a parking lot, there's some wine, some golf, some other crap, some other stuff and that's the movie...

Ok, fine. It's not as simple as THAT, but it's pretty damn simple (and not in a good way). The movie REALLY centers around the all-too-predictable neurosis of the recently divorced, hating life, struggling writer trapped in the body of a middle school teacher, I drink too Goddamned much pinot "Miles" character played by that Giamatti bastard. The fact that this wanker enjoys his (prized) '61 Chevaut Blanc (or whatever, I don't drink frickin' wine) near the end of the movie alone in a fast food joint instead of having the sack to drive up to "wherever the Hell in California" and share this piece of bottled heaven with the chick that he's obsessed with speaks to the fact that this movie is neither "ironic" or "witty" or (dare I say) "intelligent," but it just plain "sucks ass." I warn you now, if you watch Sideways, you WILL NOT be able to have those 123 precious minutes of your life back. They will, in fact, be dashed in front of you and then stomped on repeatedly as this slow chunk of shit plods along, never really delivering anything but heartbreak and reminding you that that you just totally wasted the few bucks that you spent on it...

Sideways grade: D- (Avoid it if you can).

Labels: cinematic chatter, lame stories, misguided rantings

I haven't really had time to put together anything worth posting in the last day or two, mostly because I've had a bit of "work" to do here at the agency. I figured, though, just so's you three or four people who come around regularly can feel as if I'm AT LEAST making an effort, I'd post a small sample of what I've been doing...

One of the projects that I was charged with completing was to come up with a character called "Captain Kia" for one of our (surprise) Kia dealers. I was told that it should be a "superhero" type character that could be continued throughout the advertising in the form of "comic strips" that would show the Cap'n "beating up high prices" or something...I convinced Collin that he should draw up some ideas in addition to me doing some. He did. I did. Here are two of the ones I sketched out...

I figured that, since Kia is...Korean or something, they could use a ninja instead of a superhero guy. I could be way off base, but this guy could probably knock the peewaddin' out of a lousy interest rate AND look good doin' it. I dunno...


I want this one to be chosen because of the obvious...HE'S EASY TO DRAW! In fact, this one was an afterthought on the sketch paper that I threw in because "you never know."

other than that, I've been working on "stuff." One of the things that make up said "stuff" is a birthday card for "Marvin," who is one of the higher ups for one of our clients. He's turning 50 and, because I can (I guess), I was asked to provide a "caricature card" for everyone to sign and, subsequently, present to "Marv." It looks like this:

click to see it bigger! You won't regret it, because then you'll be able to find the small grim reaper that I snuck in. Let's home Marv has a sense of humor, yeah?

back to work!

Labels: cartoons n' stuff, lame stories, random drawings

Broncos Gamble, Pick Clarett...
Why, God, why!?

Labels: misguided rantings, sports

That's right, kids...It looks like ol' Anna Ayala planted the finger. As such, and since I poked fun at Wendy's earlier in the week, it's only fitting that I whip up a "fake ad" in Wendy's favor...Mind you, it's not particularly well done, but I imagine that it's brash attitude (and rugged good looks) sums up the feelings of some Wendy's franchisees or executives. It is here:


click to see it bigger (because you know you want it bigger).

Labels: false advertising, misguided rantings, Phun With Photoshop

The "Sharks" (the recreational hockey team that I play in goal for) simply HAD to beat the Blue Dawgs last night. No two ways about it, kids, If there was ever a "must win" "statement game" "other random sports cliche" situation in intermediate rec league hockey, last night was pretty much it. "Why," you ask? HISTORY, FOOL! We'd beaten the (stinking) Blue Dawgs once already this season, but the LAST time we played the (stinking) Blue Dawgs, they put up 10 goals to our measly 2, in effect "kicking our ass" and possibly "taking names" at the same time. The (stinking) Blue Dawgs were also coming off of a big win against the Sufferin' Bastards who, despite my personal previous success against THAT team, had recently beaten us Sharks in a convincing fashion. Granted, those 2 losses account for the ONLY 2 losses we've suffered for the season to this point, but We (Sharks) were also short (at least) 2 of our better players for the game last night, one of whom is an extremely capable defenseman. Look, I know full well that this ain't the NHL, but it sucks to lose and it's fun to win, especially since I hadn't won more than a game or two in two years with my (stupid) old team before joining the Sharks. In addition to that, when there's only 5 teams in the league (as is the case with our league now), being in first place is a tenuous situation at best, no matter how big you think your lead is. Now, nothin' more than "pride" and "bragging rights" over beer in the parking lot after the game is at stake in these situations, but I really don't like to lose. Losing feels crappy. Winning rocks. We all wanted to win...

So, with all of that buildup, you'd think that I'd go in to detail about the game itself...You'd be wrong.

After it was all said and done, we beat the Blue Dawgs 6-3...Pride and bragging rights are safe...for now...You see tonight, we play the softball...

Labels: hockey stuff, lame stories, sports, tales of triumph

Despite the fact that I long desperately to post something cohesive and entertaining for you all today (much like our hairy little buddy Collin), I am, sadly, completely and utterly "postless." Much like the vacant-headed child that sits in the back of the classroom picking his (or her) nasal cavity and ingesting the boogers, never truly retaining any book learnin', I would fail a pop quiz if it were on the subject of "bloggy posty" stuff today. All is not lost, though!..Nay, in addition to the fact that I have ALREADY typed the word "boogers," a string of letters which I know makes you squeamish with delight, I am also prepared to take up EVEN MORE space with some more "letter strings" and maybe a doodle or two. Face it, it's why you came here. Well, ok, unless you're the goofball that got here by searching for "Tim Couch Wedding" today. I'm sorry. I don't think you're getting an invitation...

Anyway...LET US BEGIN WITH THE STRINGING TOGETHER OF LETTERS!..

Big thanks to Sylvana for giving me such a wonderful review on her "I found this" site. It really warms my heart's cockles when someone stumbles upon this site and actually enjoys it. Again, thanks! Son of Cheese loves you! Tim Couch loves you! His cockles love you! Unfortunately, I hear that Tim's wife recently terminated his contract and gave him his outright release. Poor guy. Can't catch a break...Where were we?..

RANDOM DOODLE!


And so, after a "good number" of years, I am finally back amongst the mewling masses in the sense that my wife and I now have, in our possession, these devices known as "cell phones." Now, staying in constant contact with "people," or the ability to be contacted when I am in any given place by said "people" at any time, doesn't appeal too terribly much to me. That said, the facts are that my wife spends a significant amount of time on the phone talking with her twin sister, Shannon. They're twins, you see. These "twins," they have a "special bond" that I can't understand (or so I'm led to believe). I think that, in the long run, we may save some money on long distance with these "phones." That, and I'll now have the ability to call in and set radio hosts like Arnie Spanier straight as I'm driving home, if such a need should arise...Rest assured that it probably will...

Yes, I have a "hands free" set for the new phone...Sheesh...

Past that, not a lot is going on besides "work" right now. As a matter of fact, I should probably stop with the typing of this lame little entry so that I can get back to doing more of that "work" I just mentioned. Until next time, adios, muchachos!

or however you'd say it. I dunno. I don't speak none of them "languages."

Labels: cartoons n' stuff, lame stories, misguided rantings, random drawings, tales of triumph

We were talking about a few different subjects at work today, from the (amusing) fact that there are odds on who will be chosen as the next Pope, to the (simply sad) fact that the CEO of our company is forwarding on a known hoax email to the rest of us. One of the (hot) topics which came up (briefly), is the "finger in the chili" incident which recently occured at a Wendy's location in San Jose, California. My tiny little brain got to clicking and whirring during the discussion of this latter topic, mostly because it was trying very hard to come up with "ideas" as to how rival fast food chains could benefit from this...strange happening. I decided (with the help of my gray matter) to whip up a fake ad in which KFC would be letting diners of the fast food world know that, while KFC serves many different things, they do not serve human body parts. The "ad" looks like this (click on it to see it "large" and "readable):

I especially like the triumphant, dancing cartoon colonel. I'll keep this up until I get a "cease and desist" letter from Mr. Sanders himself. Enjoy!

Labels: false advertising, lame stories, Phun With Photoshop

You know what? I finally got around to adding some more links to my sidebar. I know, I'm shocked too.

In other "shocking" news, Collin has another of his big fun pulp cover Photoshop contests for fun things up at his wee blog. You should go and check it out! Is big fun. I was able to sneak a couple of cover ideas in today, between the crushing pain of working on deadline ads. THEY LOOK LIKE THIS!

Actually, it's probably be better if I showed you the original cover. THAT looks like this:

I usually try very hard to stay with the original fonts, y'know, for an authentic feel, but there were a couple of problems with that this time. One is that I don't have that EXACT font. The second is that, because I wrote slightly longer copy lines than the original cover has, the title font there just didn't work. As such, I went with something totally different. That said, HERE ARE MY VERSIONS! Clicky to see them bigger!


It'll tip over at any moment...


Way to go, lazy...


Eh...I hate coffee anyway...


It's like living in a P.S. Mueller Cartoon...

So there's that for now. I have to get some more work done. You all have a nice day.

***UPDATE***
Andy thought it, and so I felt compelled to bring it to life. Behold:

When a good copywriter types, you must heed it...

Labels: collin crap, Phun With Photoshop, Stupid Contests

On Saturday, before damn near all of Colorado's front range was shut down due to a blizzard, I (along with my wife, my sister, Collin, Collin's son, Collin's sister, Justin C. and Justin's wife) drove up to Denver to see this:


it was...ok...Here's a quick synopsis of the features:
Bunnies
This was the very quick opening/title sequence for the show. A shame, because I enjoyed the style very much. I'd like to see a full short of the Bunnies. Grade: B+

Guard Dog
Bill Plympton, whom I once found very funny, is finally back in that category. Guard Dog is ironic, enjoyable and (as per usual for a Plymptoon) very well drawn. I think this is the first Plymptoon I've laughed at since...like...1992. Grade: A-

F.E.D.S.
Concept: rip-off of Aardman's Creature Comforts. Animation style: fluid and strange. Hard to watch, really. Collin and Justin used the term "Rotoscope" when talking about this one afterward. I'll just call a spade a spade. term: Crap. Grade: D

Pan With Us
You know what? One of the easiest traps to fall into when doing animation is to get "married to the technique," so to speak, and forget to actually make what you're doing watchable. The technique used for Pan With Us was remarkable. I applaud the patience and planning that must've gone into making this completely lousy short film. Oh, yeah...The film itself? I hated it. Everything about this film, beyond the astonishing animation technique, makes it a giant stinking pile of dog crap. Grade: D-

Ward 13
Them wacky Australians! They have a knack for making very dark claymation films. This one is no exception. What I disliked about this particular film would be the textures of the characters. The action scenes, though, were very well animated and the audio for this film was quite well executed. My wife liked it. Grade: A-

Hello
This one wasn't bad. You pretty much have a grasp of the characters and the world they live in right away and the goal of the main character is pretty clear. The style of animation fit the story and the audio track was really well done. Everyone in our group loved this one, except for me. I merely "liked" it. Grade: B+

Rock Fish
Is 3-D computer animation really that amazing anymore? I mean, everyone's doin' it, right? That said, I'm still slightly impressed at the level of spatial realism that can be attained through this medium every time I see it used. I could've done without a number of aspects of THIS film, though, especially the "fish hunter's" little "sidekick" thing. Good action, though and good animation. Grade: B-

Fallen Art
More with the 3-D computer animation. This one, though, has more "cartoonishly stylized" characters and a very dark and evil side to it. In fact, it was so good, I was completely transfixed by this short film. I don't want to give away much, but if you get a chance to watch it, you really should. I'm going looking for a copy of the "Asphalt Tango" as soon as I finish this entry. Grade: A+

Fireworks
Just a real quick self-promotion ad for PES, basically. Still, PES is pretty God Damned brilliant. Grade: B

The Man With No Shadow
Wow, was this one hard to watch. Not because it was lame, or poorly drawn, but it's that damn Frenchy oil paint animation (you may have seen the ads for United Airlines in the 80s and early 90s done in the same style) where EVERY SCENE constantly moves and morphs into the next. The story is about a guy who sells his shadow to the devil for fun and profit and is then ostracized because (surprise) he has no shadow. Interesting technique, except for how it'd give most anyone a seizure. Grade: B-

When The Day Breaks
Canadian animation that presents a world in which we are all animals! ANIMALS! It's actually a very well-done piece, with a very well executed audio track. I did not dislike this one. Of course, references to hockey in the film didn't hurt it's chances, but overall I think that it was quite well done. Grade: A-

The Meaning of Life
This, supposedly, was Don Hertzfeldt's masterwork which he's been spending all his time completing. Seems to me that ol' Don forgot to write a script before starting, or something. See, I like Don's other stuff (Rejected, Billy's Balloon, etc.) but this particular short film fell into the same trap as Pan With Us in the sense that, because Don does everything by hand without the assistance of a computer, he seemed to become totally transfixed with the fact that, even though it was pointless and boring, IT WAS ALL DONE BY HAND! Well, whoop-de-shit. Unfortunately, appreciation of hard work and patience only goes so far. Don failed miserably in the sense that The Meaning of Life is completely and totally boring. I was so disappointed in it, it damn near ruined my day. Grade: F.

Overall Animation Show 2005 grade: C-. Last year's was better. Hopefully next year will be better as well.

Labels: cinematic chatter, get outta town, misguided rantings

So, in my normal blog travels this week, I couldn't help but notice that Bad News Hughes had posted a (relatively) embarrassing set of photos (and "stuff") which he scanned from one of his high school yearbooks. After seeing that, I thought to myself "Hey, if you're REALLY strapped for content..." That, plus I'll head off that whole "blackmail picture" blog idea (goofy as it is) by just...doing it...to myself...ha. Ha ha.

In addition to all of THAT, I went one better. Yes I did, I scanned these (embarrassing) photos of myself from the innards of one of my JUNIOR HIGH yearbooks. That's right, kids, what follows in this entry are the pictures of yours truly from the 1988-1989 Sproul Junior High yearbook. To quote the "Barenaked Ladies", this is me in grade 9, baby, yeah. This is me in grade 9.
click on any of the photos for a larger (more embarrassing) version.


How better to start off making myself look bad than by showing my crappy yearbook photo from 1988. Nice hair, buddy! Nice shirt, too...Wow, no wonder I got picked on...


Here is the group shot of the Spartan football team. I've provided a bright yellow arrow so that you know which fat kid was me. The best part about THIS picture is that we were all staring into the sun, waiting for the picture to be taken. You can see that a lot of us kids, me included, couldn't keep from squinting. The sun, eet burns.


Here's a picture of the Spartan "A Squad" wrestling team. There I am, right up front, on the left. That particular year, I wrestled in the "super-heavyweight" class, bad hair and all.


And here I am, wrasslin' in said "super-heavyweight" division. Even though I lost to the chunky bastard on the left there, he was the only chunky bastard that I lost to all season. Yay me.


This picture was probably taken during some sort of pep rally assembly. I am sure that we were implored to "make noise" to determine which grade level could claim the title of "noisiest." I'm there, in my blue sweater and my jeans. and bad hair. But I'm makin' noise, dammit!


Finally, we have a picture of the Journalism class, who had the dubious honor of putting together the school newspaper and the yearbook (which the pictures were scanned from). There I am, in the back, looking slightly ticked off. I can't say why, but it DOES appear that, at the time that THIS picture was snapped, I had started to do SOMETHING with my hair. Not much, but something.

Labels: me roots, Phrickin' Photoblogs

on this day, way back in 1978, some lady named Linda squeezed out a couple of kids. In a strange twist of fate, one of those two kids grew up to be my wife. In light of this, I shall take this opportunity to wish my wife Heather, and her (twin) sister Shannon, a happy birthday...

"Happy Birthday!"

There are a number of stories I could tell about my wife, all of which would surely land me in "trouble." In light of THAT, I shall pick (hopefully) the least embarrassing story (that still may be "funny") which I can think of...

My wife has pretty big feet, for a girl...This lead my dad, ever the gentleman, to call her "Sasquatch" not too long after he first met her. Soon after, that lovely moniker was shortened to "Squatch" and then to the more endearing "Squatchy." My wife Heather will answer to either of these names and, to this day, my mom differentiates between my wife Heather, and my sister Heather, by calling my wife "Squatchy" all of the time.

Seriously. ALL OF THE TIME.

When "Squatchy" first met my aunt and uncle, and their two kids, one of the kids asked (after hearing my dad and mom call poor Heather "Squatchy" all day) "why does uncle Jess call her "Squishy?" So, as you can imagine, "Squishy" soon became interchangeable with "Squatchy." "Squish," "Squeesh" and even "Squeersh" followed, but I have since shortened all of these (non-derogatory) words down to a single, simple "Squee," which, since you're wondering, has nothing to do with the Jhonen Vasquez character that sports the same name. "Squee" is simply easier to say. Nowadays, my poor wife acts shocked if I call her "Heather." So here's to you, HEATHER...Happy Birthday (to Squish).

oh, and since I'm already in deep trouble, I'm posting the following picture. Click on it to see it larger (because you'll SO want to):


That's the twins with their brother, Chris. Dig those glasses!

Labels: holidays, lame stories, Phrickin' Photoblogs, Phun With Photoshop, tales of triumph

Sometime in the late 80s, or maybe the early 90s, the scourge that is Caller I.D. technology was made available to the pathetic, mewling masses. Of course, there ARE ways to work around said identification technology but, if you're on a PBX system (as we are here at work), you simply can't use such methods block an outgoing call. As it stands, that makes it quite hard to call someone and tell them you're calling from the bustling metropolis that is New York City when you are, in fact, calling from Colorado Springs, CO. Because they have this "Caller ID," they won't believe you and your prank, which would've been a rockin' one, is foiled. FOILED! This is the reason that my first prank on Friday went belly up. The second one, though, went very well...

It was suggested that I target one of the people who works here at the agency. This particular person has come up with some pretty questionable campaign ideas which just flat out aren't selling. The gist of the prank was that I would call him and pretend to be the General Manager of a dealership in New Jersey (utilizing my thickest, goombah Jersey accent) that wanted to use some of the aforementioned "lame" stuff which he came up with and, subsequently, do business with the agency. A lot of business, in fact, along the lines of $100,000 per month. I had to enlist the cooperation of the front desk lady, specifically in bypassing the caller ID that is on his phone. In fact, just about everybody knew what was gonna go down except for him. Anyhow, I made the call and fooled him good. I could type more details, but it just wouldn't do the call justice. I will pass along that the "victim" was so mad that the whole thing was a joke, that he had to go walk around to "cool off." Hee hee heeeee.

Mission accomplished...

Now, on to current events. Collin is having a fun little Photoshop (or whichever image editing software you non-professionals would use) contest featuring a lovely pulp cover from the 50s. You should all participate! My (3) entries are featured below. You may click on any of them to see them larger:


I've got PRUNE HANDS!



That guy in the bushes is just creepy.



Tree bark hurts a bit...

In addition to all of that, Rocket Jones is having a banner design contest. Since I'm apt to do such things, here are the two that I slapped together for that:


That, kids, is Werner Von Braun of World War Two Rocket fame. In this banner, he's cursing up a storm (in German) and looks quite upset (also in German).



I ripped the image off of an old Oldsmobile ad, but I still like it.

So there's that! All of you! Go and participate in the contests! It will make you feel happy. HAPPY! That is all.

Labels: all those funny voices, lame stories, Phun With Photoshop, Stupid Contests

It's like...THE day...The one day when I can call people and completely LIE to them and it's just looked upon as "good fun" instead of "malicious evil." Granted, the best time to play a prank, or execute a prank call, would be the other 364 days of the year (unless it's a leap year, but we won't get into that) since people are (usually) "on their guard" today. Still, though, I've gotta at least do a couple of prank calls...Is tradition! DO NOT MESS WITH TRADITION! It has history...And stuff...

Hey, apparently there's a gang of wild turkeys runnin' around my neighborhood, causing "trouble" and maybe even "consternation." At the very least, they are something to see. I have yet to see them myself, though. Man, turkeys is good eatin'! Pair 'em with a fifth of Wild Turkey and I may just blow my diet all to Hell...mmmm...Turkey...

Ah, back to the task at hand...Prank telephone calls! One that I'll definitely be doing later today will be perpetrated against the husband of one of the ladies I work with. They, along with the lady's sister and the sister's husband, recently sent in a tape to audition for The Amazing Race. After they sent the tape in, however, the sister found out that she is currently "great with child" and, as such, wouldn't be able to participate in the thing if they were selected. Obviously, the subject of my call today will be to inform "Husband 1" that the whole group has been selected for the "show." I'll see how he reacts and play the whole thing by ear. I may sketch out a plan, but I love to just ad-lib these things. I only wish that I were set up to record it (I'm not) because I'd love to share it with you all...

I put up some more SWAG in my Cafepress shop. Big Ass Hotdog merchandise is now available AND I also finally got around to putting up a "Free Tibet" shirt. It looks like this: (click for a larger version)


as always, I'm not begging for anyone to buy anything. Of course, if you see anything you like...well...buy it. BUT I'M NOT BEGGING! I make like...a whole QUARTER everytime something is sold. Soon, I can buy a can of pop!..Pop kicks ass...

OK, back to "work." Everybody have a fine April Fool's Day. I know I will...

Labels: 'round town, holidays, lame stories, misguided rantings