Happy Find… Git’Mo At Gitmo! (SNL Skit)
Aside from John Malkovich’s recent stint on Saturday Night Live, the material has been lacking. This bit from Rosario Dawson’s show is probably the best of the night.
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Aside from John Malkovich’s recent stint on Saturday Night Live, the material has been lacking. This bit from Rosario Dawson’s show is probably the best of the night.
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Like the rave in "Blade" minus vampires and blood shower, I think
We arrived late by my standards (courtesy of the snow and collected company), but it’s primarily an afterhours spot, so to the regulars, we were probably early. Since it was midnight, I could have either pounded as many bottles as possible, or keep my mind clear for people watching. Speaking of clear…


Smells like Snuggle

See the music, taste the light!

"How do I get to this... Detroit? Is it on Hoth?"
(Sorry BillyGoatBluff, but it was another sober night.)

Asta La Windows Vista, Baby!
The hell hole that stole my soul will finally be no more. Circuit Shitty is set to close it’s remaining 567 stores by the end of March, and it’s website will shut down today.
Why do I have such disdain for the retail store? Let me count the ways:
(I feel cleansed like this was some type of confession. BB CCing you in hell!)

I’m not that lucky in life when it comes to the ladies, so you’d think my subconscious would make up for it at night, right?
I was living in L.A. again, working at a super-sized version of Best Buy that felt a little more like a Costco, so maybe it was at a Costco that had a Best Buy-styled electronics department. Anywarehouse… it was before the holidays, and I was helping a woman locate a copy of “Little Miss Sunshine.”
As I rounded the discount bins, I spotted her:

Gosh, golly, gee, she sure is purdy
I made some comment that the woman I was helping was looking for one of Amanda Bynes’ movies (she wasn’t in “Little Miss Sunshine,” but see my previous posts about my failing mental functions), and she perked up and walked right up to me. Well, she sort stumbled toward me.
She smiled that winning grin: “You’re hot.”
I was taken aback by her candor. “Well, so are you.”
The shopper reminded me that she needed to find that DVD for a Christmas present.
Amanda stepped stumbled closer to me. It became clear to me she was more than a little tipsy, and since she’s seems like such a sweet girl in real-life, I’ll sugar coat her speak from here on out: “I wanna fudge you.”
The woman’s jaw dropped. Who knows what my face looked like. She sidled up to me and slipped her arm around my waist, resting her head on my shoulder. “Will you take me home?”
The woman rushed off to complain to my manager, and my manager being the awesome manager he must have been (or maybe he was a complete apple), assessed the situation and sent me home. So I resided to the fact of driving Ms. Bynes back to her place. As we made our way to my vehicle, she announced that her mother and brother were with her, and I’d also have to drive them.
En route to her abode, she stared at me from the passenger seat, hazy and wobbling. Her mother and brother argued in the back seat. Upon arriving at their apartment building, we ascended a wide spiraling staircase to find that they had no furniture – only matresses spread out all over like some heroin den. She invited me inside.
At this point, I already began the betrayal of myself, and sought out to only get her cell phone number as she lead me to her Serta perfect sleeper. “Yeah, I’ll have to get your number so we can hang out sometime.”
As she rested on her springed laurels, she started saying a string of numbers.
“That’s too many for a phone number.”
“I’d put good money on it that your better than Justin.”
“Justin?”
“Timberlake. I bet you fudge better.” (NOTE: That sounds grosser than it should.)
“How about I give you my number, and then you can call my cell and I’ll have your number.” I fiddled with my mobile and started reciting my ten digits.
She stood up and leaned her back against the wall. She slipped the strap off one of her shoulders revealing her right muffin.
“I should really get going.”
And I woke up. Brain, why do you forsake me even when I’m sleeping!?
INGREDIENTS: Four tall Coors Lights and half of a three-day old cajun crust pizza.

(via Yahoo! News)
What in the heckity-yeckity is going on with my mind? I can’t remember things as easily as I used to mere years ago. I’d like to blame it on aging, but since I’m in denial of going through that, I may have to blame it on drinking (and no, I do not have a problem).
It’s especially bad when the memories corrupted are the ones that were at one time so automatic (it has not yet affected my corrupted memories, ifugetwutimsayin).
How could I forget such nerdery as the titles of these:

The Voyage, um, The Journey, uhh... The Something Something

It's Something...tion, like Generations or Insurrection, right?
Couple that with the fact I could not get to that wrinkle in my brain where I stored the third film to my Rutger Hauer Awesome Crap Trilogy: “Blind Fury,” “Deadlock“/”Wedlock”, and ?
(The third is the original version of “The Hitcher.” “Ladyhawke” gets an honorable nod.)
Now, what was I talking about again?
Sorry about the bulk of videos today, but they were talking about this on a local radio station this morning (89X, y’all), and I had to put it up, too. I don’t know why it’s so funny to me, but I believe the subtitles “Help!”
This could have been In My Brain While Sleeping, but it may have occurred to me more as I was waking up: Tony Danza, famous for playing characters named Tony, should host the Academy Awards this year instead of Hugh Jackman.
Not to knock Wolverine off his high horse, but I think it’s time for this amicable, consummate entertainer to get his crack at another day. Sure, “The Tony Danza Show” had it’s many flaws, but what about “Taxi” (the show not the flick)? Who can forget the gender battleground that was “Who’s the Boss?” And then there’s, um, always “Hudson Street“…
Plus, he’s been in film, and that’s a requirement to host the Oscars (David Letterman squeaked by with a cameo in “Cabin Boy“). I’ll always remember Tony’s stunning performance in “She’s Out of Control!”
So in the end, do you want this?
When you can have this?
Reporter lady – what do you think?
My lasting memory of him will remain in the form of this commercial that mixes two of my favorite things – Taco Bell and talented lions (which Detroit is in great need of):

Hopefully, that's what's awaiting you, big guy... no, not another you... ah, forget it

Prince Valiant

Here’s a video I had to make for work. Since there are far more personal things I could put on here than this, here ya go.
Pay attention for the special cameo from either Prince Valiant or Little Lulu… I’m not sure which one it is.
The original for comparison.