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June 05, 2008

Take-Your-Sadistic-Voyeur-To-Work Day

With the success of Dirty Jobs and Deadliest Catch, it appears that the Discovery and History Channels are upping the ante in the new disturbing and dangerous jobs genre with the shows like Ax Men, Storm Chasers and (I kid you not) Ice Road Truckers

Here are some of the increasingly treacherous offerings in pre-production over the next three seasons:

2009
Thin Ice Fishermen
Aging Knife Throwers’ Lovely Assistants
Roofers with Vertigo

2010
Base-Jumping Procrastinators
Homeless Window-Washers on Highway 101
Lindsey Lohan’s Laundress

2011
Caucasian Harlem Bus Drivers with Rampant, Racially-Inclined Tourette Syndrome
Solo Thailand Vacationers with Latex Allergies
The Road to the BME Olympics

(Editor's note: Do not Google "BME Olympics" unless you have an iron stomach and black, lifeless soul.)


 

March 18, 2008

FrivoList: "Help Put The CLE in CLEan"

What I can only surmise the person who posted the sign “Help Put the CLE in CLEan” in the bathrooms at Cleveland Hopkins Airport wants me to do exactly. (CLE being an abbreviation for either Cleveland or Cleveland Hopkins Airport)

Award a sweetheart deal to my brother-in-law as the exclusive cleaning service for CLE.

Spend all season cleaning the bathroom only to have Michael Jordan, John Elway and the Florida Marlins show up at the last minute and smear feces on the walls. 

Allocate millions and millions of scarce public dollars to develop a PR campaign touting the cleanliness of CLE's bathrooms, but do no actual cleaning. 

After I flush the toilet, squirt lighter fluid in the bowl and set it on fire.

October 18, 2007

Middling

As you have probably deduced from the quality of this blog, I come from a family that celebrates mediocrity.  In fact, as kids, my brothers and I would recite the Prayer Of The Ordinary every night: 

Our middle-management father, who art in the suburbs
Hallowed be thy favorite sports team
Thy three-bedroom, two-bath house come,
Thine will be done (as you say, not as you do)
As long as we live under your roof

Give us this day our daily allowance
Forgive us our sins,
as we forgive those who sin against us
(except our hillbilly neighbors whose dog is constantly shitting on our well-kept lawn)
Lead us not into temptation,
but don’t stop to ask directions if you happen to get lost.
For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory,
For now until we turn eighteen. 
Amen.

Unfortunately, it now seems that my lifelong devotion to mediocrity has manifested itself in bizarre way.   Despite not having dreadlocks or a third nipple, I have apparently turned into a medium.  Not a medium waistband or a medium wage-earner, but a spiritual medium that channels other souls. 

Over the past two weeks, every time I get finished exercising (physically, not spiritually, but still kind of profound don’t you think?) a face has appeared in my sweaty shirt.  Of course, being a mediocre medium, my channeling abilities are distinctly nondescript.   So, I was hoping maybe you could help me figure it out:

 

At first I thought it was this infamous family man... 

...or this cigar-chomping dictator (that sounds awfully gay, doesn't it?)...

...or even worse, this apple-pie-hating evil doer...

...however, my biggest fear is that it is only this local has-been/never-was:
 

 

How mediocre of me.

September 24, 2007

A Few Things That Are Quieter Than My New “Ultra-Quiet” Window Fan From Home Depot

An alley cat in a wood chipper

A cappuccino machine with a deviated septum

Metallica

Chris Tucker on a coke binge

A family of raccoons trying to claw their way through a maze of chalkboards

The loud, old piece-ofshit fan that it was suppose to replace.

 

August 31, 2007

Here I Don't Go Again

It’s Friday, and I haven’t taken a respectable crap all week.  Despite eating nearly two boxes of raisin bran – that’s four scoops of raisin - a loaf (the word mocks me) of double-fiber bread, and enough celery sticks to choke a kindergarten full of five-year-olds, I’m still constipated.  My stomach is puffy, I feel bloated, and my back hurts. I’m pregnant with a brown baby, and nobody has told me that I’m glowing.

Beside the physical unpleasantness, being constipated really bothers because I am such a devoted disciple of roughage.  If my fingers were perpetually stained with the grease from cheesy Gorditas, pizza Hot Pockets, and Sausage McMuffins, then I’d not complain.  But I eat more fiber than a fucking woodchuck.  The only way I could get more fiber in my diet is if I sprinkled sawdust on my food.  And it’s not like I enjoy it, but I’m willing to pay the price in order to crap well-formed dowel rods on a regular basis. 

Now it seems that fiber has forsaken me.  If another week goes by, I may finally be forced to schedule a colonoscopy, which I'll almost certainly enjoy and then turn into a gay size-queen.

To make matters worse, Bob, the electrical contractor who came over yesterday to quote the installation of a cat escalator (Max is getting way too fat), asked to use my bathroom and, as if to mock my pain, squeezed out an unbelievably putrid Conan-the-Barbarian shit.  This inconsiderate cocksucker stunk up the whole first floor of my house, and then said he’d have to get back to me later with a quote because, “I’ve got an appointment with an important customer.”

What, do they need you to rush over and wipe your ass with their pillows and jerk-off on their Pomeranian, you filthy bastard?  Go fuck yourself, Bob.

(Apparently Bob's exploits are notorious.  Three hours later, a siding contractor entered my house, took a whiff and said, "Christ.  You having some electrical work done or what?")

Anyway, I tried listening to my iPod to keep my mind off of my condition, but got distracted and instead came up with some Rolling Stones songs for it: 

  Defecation ( I Can’t Get No)
  You Can’t Always Shit When You Want
  Waiting On A Friend
  Stinky Fingers
  (Hey! You!) Get Off My Bowel
  Just My Constipation

I know these are lame, but remember that I’ve got a week’s worth of toxins coursing through my veins and poisoning my body.  So how about you give me a fucking break.

August 13, 2007

HGTV’s New Fall Lineup For The Subprime Mortgage Set

This Old Homeless Shelter

Flip That Burger! (At Your New Second Job Which You Need To Keep Making Your Ballooning Mortgage Payments)

Extreme Makeover: Your Parent’s Basement Edition

Design On A Dime, But We’d Like To See The Dime First If You Don’t Mind.

Steal That Fixture!

While You Were Out, The Bank Repossessed Your House

Curb Appeal: “Please Don’t Kick Us To It!”

The Real Estate Prose:
The Roses Were Red
Ready To Be Plucked
So You Took Out A Subprime Mortgage That You Knew You Couldn’t Afford, Like You Expected To Win The Goddamn Lottery Or Something
And Now You Are Fucked

(Yes, I am ripping off my own previous post.  However, after last week, an update seemed appropriate.)  

 

August 02, 2007

FrivoList: Plant Name OR Sexual Affliction

Pygmy pussytoes

Stuckenia Vaginata (scientific name)

Bulbous yam

Finger rot

Hairy crabweed

Cockspur

Rubus Cockburnianus (scientific name)

Stinking willie

Fleshy clapdaisy

Burning bush

Pinus Stankewiczii (scientific name)

Erect milkpea

Check COMMENTS for the answer.

(OK, so I'm 43 and I spent my Sunday afternoon typing dirty words into the USDA plant database, but I did it for YOU. Besides, finding Rubus Cockburnianus alone makes it all worthwhile.)

 

July 23, 2007

Black & Blue

Thoughtgangsta
The other day I was flipping through the channels and happened upon a stand-up comedian on BET.  As is the case with nudity, midgets, or elective surgery (if my wife would just let me subscribe to the Hustler Channel, I could finally enjoy all three together), seeing a comic always relaxes my kung fu grip on the remote. 

After a couple of lame jokes, this comedian launched into a “You might be ghetto if…” routine.  My initial reaction was outrage; this fucking hack is ripping-off Jeff Foxworthy!  Then, after a moment of clarity, I wondered why, when there are so many great comedians out there, this hack would rip-off Jeff Foxworthy (best described by Greg Giraldo as looking like one of the Village People on casual Friday).

To my surprise, however, the mostly black crowd really seemed to love the bit, and I have to admit that the “…you think putting batteries in the icebox recharges them,” and “…you have more than ten uses for Vaseline, one of which is shining your shoes” lines made me chuckle.   

Now, my understanding of the recently imposed racial newspeak is that if a minority is making derogatory jokes about his/her race, it is OK to laugh as long as you don’t laugh louder or longer than the person of that minority nearest to you.  Still, I began to feel a little self-conscious, which in turn sparked anger and self-loathing (well, fanned the flame of my persistent self-loathing is probably more accurate). 

Despite my own strongly held beliefs on the matter, it appears that Big Brutha is starting to get to me. 


My case for and against Obama
If I had my choice, Joe Biden would be the Democratic candidate for President in 2008.  Regardless of my personal opinions and/or positions on any give issue, Biden is arguably the most qualified person for the job. Unfortunately, my choice is entirely unrealistic because Joe doesn’t have $20 million to spend on sound bites lambasting his opponents for funding public rape rooms, endorsing cannibalism, and putting the drugs back into our classrooms.

Of the viable Democratic candidates, Barack Obama is the most interesting choice. Forgetting the war, social security, global warming and health care – and really, who doesn’t want to at this point – an Obama candidacy interests me because of what it could unintentionally do for race relations in this country. 

Polarizing issues are defined by their extremes, and the only effective way to address them is by moderating the extremists, thus creating a climate for civil, pragmatic discussion.  The mere existence of President Obama would minimize the argument of race-baiting extremists on the one side who preach to the masses that the man is keeping them down.  If a black man can get a job as President, he can also probably get a job doing anything else.

On the other side, within a few months the fear-mongering racists would have to explain why the first black President hasn’t had P. Diddy remake The Star-Spangled Banner or pimped-out Air Force One, let alone enslave the white man, pillage his personal property, and rape his fat wife.

In middle America, I believe racism is mostly a product of fear and ignorance.  Of those that are racist, I would bet that they have never really known any black people.  If that is the case, then the prolific presence of an intelligent, charismatic black President the likes of John F. Kennedy should slowly begin to chip away at prejudices and misjudgments. 

Unfortunately, the problem with this whole scenario is that it only takes one redneck with a Browning BAR rifle kneeling in a Book Depository to destroy it all, bringing racial tensions to explosive levels.  For that reason alone, an Obama Presidency just might be too risky.

July 19, 2007

My Initial Interpretation of the Reuter’s Top Five Headlines on July 18, 2007 (And Another Reason Why People Avoid Me At Parties)

Transformer Explosion Rocks Manhattan
Gee Whiz. I hope it wasn’t Optimus Prime who exploded.  He’s my favorite.

Republicans Block Vote On Troop Pullout
So I guess Republicans are like the fat friend that always keeps the good-looking troops from having any fun.

Scores of Bodies Pulled From Brazil Plane Wreck
I don’t follow this sport, but my guess is that the scores were along the lines of:  Fuselage Fragment – 1, Body – 0; Seatback Tray Table -1, Body – 0; Deceleration Sickness – 1, Body – 0.

Bush Will Work With Congress On Student Loans
That’s good.  I think Congress should lend Bush some money so he can go to college.  We probably should’ve done that a few years ago. 

North Korea Nuclear Talks Eye Goals After Shutdown
I have no idea what this means, but my eye goals are: 1) don’t go blind; and 2) avoid sharp objects.

Disappointed in this post? Yeah, well, they can't all be gems, for fucks sake. Imagine how I feel.

July 03, 2007

FrivoList: Some of the Shocking CIA Secrets from the 1960’s and 1970’s That Didn’t Make The Headlines

Successfully plotted to have Dick York replaced on Bewitched because, according to J. Edgar Hoover, he “acted kind of queer.”

Infiltrated “comedian” Gallagher’s road crew to steal and exploit his exploding fruit technology for military purposes.   The obtained knowledge served as the initial basis for the “Star Wars” missile-defense system.  Unfortunately, after spending billions of dollars, it was determined that the enemy could safeguard their missiles by simply covering them with sheets of plastic.

Performed an illegal lobotomy on a young researcher named Brit Hume, unwittingly setting the stage for his future career as a Fox News broadcaster.

Recruited radio personality Rick Dees as a covert agent and used his cover to test mass hypnosis by inserting subliminal messages in his song “Disco Duck.”  The experiment ultimately failed when the population began to retch violently and stab sharpened #2 pencils into their ears whenever the song was played.

Turned Jefferson Airplane into Jefferson Starship, and watched idly as the nation mourned.

In the mid 1970’s, used cutting-edge bionic technology to develop an actual Six Million Dollar Man (The television show was CIA propaganda intended to gauge the public’s acceptance of the secret program and to persuade future funding from congress.)  Unfortunately, government waste being what it was/is, six million dollars was only enough to pay for a bionic elbow and one testicle.  Other than being an exceptional tennis player and gratuitous sport-fucker (even by 1970 standards), the actual “super agent” proved to be of little use.

UPDATE: Added link to the real song "Disco Duck" for young people like ACW who have no idea how truly fucking awful the seventies actually were.  Click at your own risk.

June 27, 2007

FrivoList: Updating Cliches To Reflect Modern Times

You can't tell a book by its cover
You can’t tell the gender of a transvestite by its Craigslist ad.

Laughter is the best medicine.
Laughter is fine, but chemotherapy is the best medicine.  And Viagra is pretty damn good, too.

There are plenty of fish in the sea
Bitches be everywhere.

Don’t rain on my parade.
Don’t loot stores and drag people of other ethnicity from their car and beat them to death during my parade.

If you can’t beat them, join them.
If you can’t beat them, strap a bomb to your chest and pay a visit to the local pizza place.

The straw that broke the camel’s back.
The woofer that broke the pimped-out 1999 Honda Civic’s axle.

What goes around comes around.
What goes around comes around, and is probably chlamydia.

Life is what happens while you’re busy making other plans.
Second Life is what happens when you live in your mom’s basement and subsist on Hot Pockets and Mountain Dew.

Today is the first day of the rest of your life.
Today is the first day of the rest of someone else’s life as you because your identity has been stolen.

May 29, 2007

28 Days Later

It's not like air travel isn't already bad enough.  On a good trip you get to enjoy recirculated farts, a thimble-full of soda and fat/annoying seat companions.  A bad one offers weather delays, mid-flight mechanical failures, terrorists, and worst of all, canceled drink service due to turbulence. 

Then I read about some shitdick with tuberculosis who has been jet-setting around the globe on commercial aircraft.  That's tubercu-fucking-losis.  TB.  You know, the deadly infectious disease that can be transmitted airborne.  Only this asshole has some sort of uber TB that he got from Krypton or screwing monkeys or something.  Just the guy you want to spend four hours with in an enclosed capsule.

Now, with ten flights in the next four weeks, I have to worry about being sandwiched between this fucker and some missionary-come-home who's busy scratching at his flesh-eating virus.  The best I can hope for is the flu.

May 15, 2007

Despite The Catchy Television Ads, Things That Don't Actually "Stay In Vegas"

The $200 black satin "Caesar's Palace" jacket that, somehow, seemed like a good idea at the time.

A lingering case of salmonella from the $4.99 All-You-Can-Eat Seafood Buffet at Circus Circus.

The tattoo on your ass of  "Candy," the stripper you hooked up with one very drunken evening.

Towels, a hairdryer, the shower curtain, and anything else you can steal from the hotel room in order to try to offset your crushing financial losses.

The anxiety that suddenly overcomes you every time you're at home with your wife now and the phone rings (see "Candy")

Imminent bankruptcy

Herpes

May 09, 2007

FrivoList: Militant Mickey Mouse's Sidekicks

Hey, kids!  You already love Hamas's Militant Mickey Mouse!  Now meet his new friends!

Winnie The Jew
Bombi
Donald...DUCK!
Infidel and the Tramp
Mary Poppin' A Cap in Some Jew's Ass
Pluto-nium
The Lyin' King of Israel
Snow White and the 72 Virgins
The Nutty Jihadist

 

April 23, 2007

FrivoList: Ben & Jerry's Ice Cream Introduces The New "Don Imus" Line of Flavors

Cherry Picker Garcia
Mook Chocolate
Chunky Porch Monkey
Fudge Packer
Squawberry Cheesecake
Carmel Jockey
Vanilla Beanie-Wearing Jew
Chocolate Moosefucker

Did you notice in the title how I passively shifted the blame for the horrible things I was about to say? It's not me presenting these awful, racist slurs, it is what Don Imus would do.  

Nerdy Squirrel, Esq. did not want me to post this because she thought it was beneath me.  While certainly not hilarious, I thought it was kind of amusing.  But is does bring up a few questions.

Is it possible for humor to be dark and edgy without being generally and essentially offensive?  I don't consider myself a rude or mean person, but I love anything that is dark and/or shocking. 

If not, is being "edgy" simply a way to be mean and ugly under the cowardly guise of being funny?

I don't have any answers.  It's Monday, I'm on the road and a giant, pulsating zit is growing on my forehead.  I can't do everything.

 

April 17, 2007

Home Improvement Shows For The Plummeting Housing Market

Trading Steam Grates

Foreclose That Mortgage!

Property Chutes & Ladders

While You Were Out, The Bank Repossessed All Your Stuff.

April 04, 2007

FrivoList: A Few Things I Could Go The Rest Of My Life Without Hearing Again

"Does this look infected?"

The answering machine pick-up while family is visiting and Blockbuster's automated voice attendant announcing that Showgirls and Basic Instinct are overdue.
 
"Think outside the box." (Unless used as a mantra in the nymphomaniac support group for heterosexual men)
 
"Don't worry, honey.  It happens to everyone."

Another old white guy rapping
(I only wish the MC in MC Rove stood for Massive Coronary.  Now THAT would've been funny.)

"Hi, I'm Chris Hansen."

March 12, 2007

Besides Nuclear Weapons, Other Things I Do Not Want Iran To Get

Huge shipments of leftover "Members Only" jackets (Recent photos indicate that it may be too late.  However, containment is still an option.)

Anal warts.  If they do get them, it's probably due to a dirty toilet seat.  I've been clean for over six months.  I swear.

A new theme song.  The old Flock of Seagulls one is just fine by me.

Various magazines in the mail that they never ordered and don't want.  I was drunk and angry when I forged all those subscription order cards.  Oh, and Iran shouldn't be surprised if they get a call from the U.S. Navy recruiting office, too.  Sorry.

A bigger house than mine.  I hate feeling like I need to "keep up with the Khomeinis."

My pin code

March 05, 2007

Suggested Marketing Catchphrases for the Mile High Club's Recruitment Campaign

Where there's no such thing as coming too quickly.

We (heart) Turbulence

If you thought getting raped in a phone booth was fun...

No fatties.  Seriously, it's just way too cramped.

You don't have to be married with children to have hurried intercourse in a germ-infested environment while someone is banging on the door.

Jerking off counts, too!

February 14, 2007

FrivoList: Icebreaker Activities For The Recovering Stalker Support Group Meeting

"I Can Hear You Breathing"
Ask the group to line themselves up in order according to each person's all-time personal record for drunk dialing.  Here's the catch - no one is allowed to talk!

"The Sylvia Plath"
Encourage every member to perform his/her most realistic and compelling suicide threat.  Collectively vote on the best performance and award a prize.  To increase the fun, award extra points for makeshift props!

"What's Your Favorite Brand?"
Each attendee must find another person in the room that has the same name as the one (or one of the ones) he/she has carved into his/her skin.  For smaller groups, include middle names and aliases.

"There Was A Farmer Had A Dog"
Seat the group in a circle with a single member standing in the middle.  One by one, the seated members make different animal sounds (ex. "Moo" for cow; "Squawk" for parrot.)   When the standing person recognizes the sound of an animal he/she has tortured or sacrificed for an ungrateful loved one, he/she yells "Bingo!" and switches places. 

"Where Were You Last Night?!"
On 3 x 5 card, ask each member to anonymously write the credit score, blood type, and number of imagined infidelities committed by his/her ex.  The moderator then reads each card aloud and members of the group must guess which person wrote it.

"Towers of Power"
Break members into two teams (a good divisor is Kathy Bates fans vs. Glenn Close fans).  Each team is given three cardboard boxes, a bottle of glue and a pad of colored construction paper.  The team that builds the most elaborate shrine in 15 minutes wins a prize.  Give special consideration for creative uses of human hair, blood and/or feces.

 

February 02, 2007

FrivoList: Besides the "World Series of Poker", Other Events That Might Be Inclined To Award Gold Bracelets To Their Winners

World Series of Smacking Broads & Whacking Guys

World Series of Trend Whoring

World Series of Charles Nelson Reilly Imitation

World Series of Hocking Valuables At A Pawn Shop Because You're A Gambling Addict Who's In The Middle Of A Losing Streak

World Series of Diabetes

February 01, 2007

FrivoList: The Only Conceivable Ways In Which Going To My Neighborhood Post Office Could Suck More

Mandatory paper cuts between your fingers

Must wrestle a homeless man to enter (His signature move: peeing)

Small pox-laced stamps

Body cavity searches performed by an obsolete robotic arm from a defunct GM factory

Slim Whitman soundtrack on a continuous loop through the overhead speakers (Annoying to me, but good for weeding out sadistic Martians)

Wild monkeys roam the lobby, erratically attacking patrons' genitals

Allowing this asshole in front of me to pack, seal and address his packages at the counter while I wait, staring in utter contempt and disbelief.

 

January 24, 2007

FrivoList: Names That Would Be As Politically Unfortunate As Barack Hussein Obama

Nancy Pants Pelosi

Al Jolsen Gore, Jr.

Harry Reams Reed

Colin Cancer Powell

John "The Rape Machine" McCain

Rudolph-The-Red-Nosed-Mobster Giuliani

John Wayne Gacy Edwards

Sam Brownbeck Mountain

Jeb Bush

January 22, 2007

FrivoList: After a Thorough Inspection, My Response To Capital One's Question: "What's In Your Wallet?"

An official Inspector Gadget Junior badge that I use to steal drugs from suburban teenagers

The business card of a douchebag realtor that he forced upon me during a flight last month

Pubes of unknown origin

An old Home Depot gift card with a remaining balance of $1.26

The only remaining photo from my ill-conceived Glamour Shots "Boudoir" session

One Trojan "Ribbed For Her Pleasure" condom from 1986  ('cause that's how I roll)

Superfriends "League of Justice" membership card - Member since 1979

Ten years worth of ass sweat

January 02, 2007

FrivoList: New Year's Resolutions

New Year's Resolutions for the May Fly

Get organized
Lose weight
Read more
Take a cooking class
Make a budget and stick to it
Live for 25 hours


New Year's Resolutions That Won't Make Me Feel Like A Loser When I Ultimately Fail To Accomplish Them

Gain 10 pounds
Open a strip club next to the daycare in my neighborhood
Watch more television
Eat cheese at every breakfast
Invest life savings in U.S. Civil War commemorative plates
Alienate family
Get into the Guinness Book of World Records for the largest ass pimple

 

December 27, 2006

FrivoList: Recomended Activities for Taint Week (Taint Christmas and Taint New Year's)

At Work:
Stare blankly at your computer screen all morning and keep promising yourself that next year you will take the whole week off work like everyone else did

Go to Starbuck's for coffee and add a little Bailey's Irish Cream

Go to Starbuck's for latte and add a little Bailey's Irish Cream

Steal stamps

Go to Starbuck's for a triple espresso and add a little Bailey's Irish Cream

Look for a new job and get depressed by the lack of prospects

Drink Bailey's straight from the bottle

At Home:
For breakfast, pour a bowl of Christmas cookies, add Bailey's and eat with a spoon

Drink massive amounts of Great Lakes Brewery's Christmas Ale because, like your wife, it only comes once a year.

Take a shower every three days or so

Try to collect dog turds that feature every color of ribbon from your tree

Stare at your naked body in the mirror while eating an entire box of chocolates and crying

Watch "A Christmas Story" on mute and recite the dialogue word-for-word

Fall asleep on the couch with unchewed pieces of Christmas cookies still in your mouth

December 23, 2006

FrivoList: Lies That Middle-Aged Men Like Me Need or Want To Believe

Pop music lyrics still apply to me

Air guitar is going to make a comeback and, when it does, I'll be ready!

The reason young girls giggle when I wear my ultra-tight Jordache jeans is because the radiating sexiness makes them nervous 

Anything that is required to avoid a colonoscopy

Maybe comb-overs don't look so bad after all

Kids think I'm hip because I know the cool bands like Nickelback and M&M.

I'm only one big crap away from fitting into my my size 34 Levi's again.

There is still plenty of time to get my shit together

November 12, 2006

FrivoList: Reasons Why, Unlike The Band KISS, I No Longer Want To Rock-N-Roll All Night And Party Every Day

I get a little cranky if I don't get my eight hours of sleep

Occasionally I like to Rock-N-Roll during the day, which is generally considered a perversion. 

Cirrhosis

I'm already on probation at work for excessive "Woo Hoo"-ing during office hours

Leaves precious little time to watch my shows

Tired of constantly having to determine whether an activity should be categorized as Rock-N-Roll or Party

The pay sucks

November 02, 2006

FrivoList: Steven Seagal Movie OR Sexual Slang

Part of the Steven Seagal Movie Game back in May, I think this little quiz merits it's own post (In other words, I'm tired and pissy today).  Sometimes things taste a little different the second time around. It's kind of like throwing up in your mouth.

a. Fire Down Below
b. Five To One
c. Black Dawn
d. Screaming Eagle
e. Exit Wounds
f.  Mob Justice
g. Belly of the Beast
h. Donkey Punch

Check COMMENTS (or the dark, perverted corners of your subconscious) for the answers .

 

October 31, 2006

FrivoList: Reasons Why I'm A Hack: #47 - I Post Lists of Movies

Not without shame, I am posting my list of favorite Halloween-ish movies.  These are flicks that either 1) turned me inside-out with fear as a young fella, or 2) thoroughly amuse me now. Here goes...

Pants Soiled in the Back:
Angel Heart
Evil Dead
Jacob's Ladder
Carrie (1974)
The Hitcher 

Pants Soiled in the Front:
Donnie Darko
Army of Darkness
Dawn of the Dead (2004)
Shaun of the Dead
Tremors

Hopefully this list will inspire you to turn me on to some cool movies that slipped under my radar.  And by "under my radar," I mean the kind of vast expanse that would give a country of border jumpers raging hard-ons.

Happy Halloween, tool bags!  And remember, a Halloween night that is safe and fun for everyone means no ass play.  Or is it horse play?  Eh, probably some combination of the two.

October 23, 2006

FrivoList: More Appropriate Band Names For "Supernova" - The Musical Group Featuring Tommy Lee, Gilby Clark and Jason Newsted From The Television Show "Rock Star" Where They Search For A Lead Singer.

Metallic B-List

Motley Thru

Guns-N-Posers

Van Halen

October 21, 2006

FrivoList: Reasons I Should Have Died In A Horrible Crash While Driving Home From Grand Rapids, Michigan After Missing My Flight

Part of the "It's Funny Because It's True" series of posts

Unable to stop due to the empty water bottle (and other random trash) that got lodged behind the brake pedal

Veered off the road while using laptop in the passenger seat to check directions

Unable to hear traffic because I was listening to my iPod with noise-reducing headphones

Lack of visibility due to changing my shirt while driving

Steering with my knees while writing this list

All of the above + talking on my cell phone and eating beef jerky

After a week in Grand Rapids, it just seemed like a good idea

 

October 12, 2006

Frivolist: Employment Ads I'd Like To Read

Wanted: Cake Hole Shutter
Burly self-starter needed to make people shut the fuck up during regularly scheduled movie showings.  Proficient with burying nightsticks in bodily orafices.  Sharp-shooting skills a must.  Min. 2-3 years experience enforcing zero-tolerance policies.  LAPD experience a definite plus.  Salary plus tips.
Send resume and/or rap sheet to AMC, Regal and Cinemark Cinemas.

Wanted: An Honest Man
Independent-minded individual needed to represent people.  Min. 10+ years experience at being a decent human being.  Common sense and ability to turn down contributions-for-access a must.  Child-diddlers need not apply.
Send resume to: U.S. House of Representatives

Wanted:  Quality Control Inspector - Porn and Pie Industries
Unskilled individual needed to review adult movies and taste home-baked pies for quality assurance.  Must be 42 years old and live in Cleveland, Ohio.  Experience writing a crappy blog required.  Ass pimples a definite plus.  Salary in the high six figures.
Send resume to: Quit Daydreaming, Inc.

Wanted: Vice President
Needed to manage a highly-capable and witty employee in Cleveland regional office as well as others.  Ability to make decisions and motivate staff required.  Experienced in not being a completely useless bag of shit.  Rudimentary personal hygiene skills a plus.  Minimum I.Q. of 65.
Send resume to (my current employer)

October 03, 2006

FrivoList: Painfully Accurate Re-Branding Suggestions for the Quality Inn Hotel I Stayed In Last Night Near The Missouri State Line

 

NEW NAME: Depravity Inn
NEW TAGLINE: Our staff of sunken-eyed crackwhores will attend to your every need...usually for about $5.

NEW NAME: Agony Inn
NEW TAGLINE: Now offering the flattest pillows imaginable!
 
NEW NAME: "Quality" Inn
NEW TAGLINE: If you're one of those literal dipshits who thinks that because the word "quality" is in our name you will actually receive a high standard of convenience and comfort, well, have we got a smelly room for you!

NEW NAME: Felony Inn
NEW TAGLINE: Present your fresh stitches at check-in and receive 10% off one night's stay!

NEW NAME: Malady Inn
NEW TAGLINE: Grab a complimentary wet doorknob on the way in and then enjoy a private game of barefoot hopscotch through the heavily stained carpeting in your room.

NEW NAME: Quality Inn Cognito
NEW TAGLINE: If you are looking for quality, you're gonna have to look pretty damn hard.

September 27, 2006

Frivolist

Derivative Music Video Concepts Ripped-Off from the Wildly Popular OK Go on Treadmills Video 

Kaiser Chiefs on Bowflex

The Killers doing Tae Bo with Billy Blanks

Franz Ferdinand and the "Buns of Steel" workout

The Raconteurs with the late Jack Lalanne

TV On The Radio using ThighMasters (As Seen On TV)

Barenaked Ladies binge and purge

September 07, 2006

FrivoList: Things I Hope To See (Or See Again) But The Likelihood Decreases With Each Passing Day: A Geezer's Lament

The pyramids

A new personal record for beers consumed in one hour

Olympic gold in Greco-Roman wrestling

2:00 A.M. (Waking up to pee doesn't count)

Brittany Spears naked.  No, wait. This is actually something that my DESIRE to see decreases with each passing day.  Stupid, blonde dumpster.

The Late Night With David Letterman Show "Green Room"

Morning wood

My toes

September 02, 2006

Things I Hope Don't Become Dependent On The Same Crappy Motion Sensor Technology Used By Public Faucet and Paper Towel Dispenser Manufacturers That Requires Me To Stand There Waving My Hands Around Like A Retarded Mime Before Getting Fed Up And Leaving

ATM Machines

The Sneeze Reflex

Fire Extinguishers

Public Bathroom Stall Doors

Emergency Healthcare

Erections

August 25, 2006

FrivoList: Replies To The Recurring Question: Why Don't You Get Many Comments On Your Website?

My wit and writing skills intimidate others

My ideas are both well-reasoned and thoroughly examined

I am a great lover (not sure why, but this fact seems to threaten people)

I have not yet come up with a clever little saying to replace "Comments"

Most of my friends think a BLOG is a monster from a Godzilla movie

The design looks like something that should be hanging from a preschooler's family refrigerator

Even Spammers consider this site to be a waste of their time

August 21, 2006

FrivoList: Songs To Play If You Suspect Someone of Being A Soulless Alien In Human Form

If they can listen to the whole CD/playlist without singing along, blow their goddamn head off!

Yellow Submarine by The Beatles

Build Me Up, Buttercup by The Foundations

Stuck In The Middle With You by Stealers Wheel (Hand-clapping and/or slicing off someone's ear counts as singing)

Sweet Caroline by Neil Diamond

That's The Way (I Like It) by KC and the Sunshine Band (Lower-lip biting counts for white guys only)

Low Places by Garth Brooks (Vomiting profusely also counts)

Karma Chameleon by Culture Club (This one is a trick: kill anyone who sings it. They may not be aliens, but who needs them, really.)

I Think I Love You by The Partridge Family

American Pie by Don McLean (Getting fed up halfway through the song and smashing the CD/iPod also counts)

Play That Funky Music - Wild Cherry

August 08, 2006

FrivoList: Things I Tell People I Do Because I'm Too Embarrassed To Admit Being a Middle -Aged Man In A Karate Class

Tai Chi (for some reason, practicing this Asian art is not nearly as embarrassing)

Chai Tea (only because I get it confused with the above)

Full-contact yoga

Kickboxing (again, not sure why, but far less humiliating than "karate")

Anti-Terrorist training

Vague filibustering along these lines:
THEM:  What kind of workout do you do?

ME: Well, it's...um...a workout that utilizes ancient techniques to increase strength, stamina and balance. 

THEM: Tai Bo?

ME:   No, no, nothing trendy like that.  It's more formal and soldierly in nature. 

THEM: So, like karate then? 

ME: Well, I suppose you could call it that in a very general sense, but not exactly. 

THEM:  (Completely disinterested) Huh.

ME: (Whew)

August 01, 2006

FrivoList: The Ever-Shrinking List of Things I Would NOT Give Up For My Central Air Conditioning

Electricity (No point in having an A/C unit without the power)

The ductwork that delivers the delicious, cool air into my house

The sight of my shirtless neighbor sweating his ass off on the porch of his non-air-conditioned house (fuck you, Bob)

The ozone layer (that would probably just make it hotter outside)

Freon-laced underwear (these don't exist, but if they did, they would definitely be a keeper)

Everything else is negotiable (sorry, honey)

July 25, 2006

FrivoList: Two (Lousy Ones) for Tuesday

Lousy Names for Women's Perfumes

Desperation

Morning Shame

Putrescence

Gold Digger

Mask (your meds)

Mackerel


Lousy Substitutes for Men's Cologne

Gasoline

Lysol

Baby oil rubbed off from a stripper (with or without glitter)

Wild Turkey

Scope

Your daughter's Teen Spirit

 

July 19, 2006

FrivoList: Lousy Names for Trendy New Restaurants

The Festering Fig

Smegma

The Slaughter House Grill

Sam & Ella's Bistro

The Saucy Vomitorium

Yeast Inflections

The Organic Trough

Johnny's Rape Room

July 15, 2006

FrivoList: Chicken Soup Books That Never Made It

Just to prove that I have risen above this ridiculous little rag, today Throwing Poo will feature it's first ever guest author - a manic shithead who calls himself the Unconscientious Objector.  Here is his FrivoList submission.

Chicken Soup Books That Never Made It:

1. Chicken Soup For The Child Pornographer's Soul
 
2. Chicken Soup For The Crack Whore's Soul
 
3. Chicken