First, let me apologize for my total lack of adding content. I know that you are all going through withdrawals from not receiving my poignant insights, nuggets of wisdom and comedic anecdotes.
Apparently my "super secret formula" of adding content, just plain old went to shit on me. Traveling on the road and being super-crazy busy in the Office have not lent themselves to the continuation of my burgeoning blogging career. Add the lack of a 'puter at home and the addition of a new someone in my life (I guess 4 months isn't really someone "new", but she's "new" to you), and that will take a toll on my relaying valuable information to you.
That's right, Ladies: I'm off the market. You won't find my model on the showroom floor anymore.. I'm off the shelves... They don't make any more like me.... They broke the mold.....
I got nothing. That's all I could think of right now. Those few, horrible analogies. Sorry. But, like I was saying before my lapse in creative judgment; I have myself a girlfriend. And she's a keeper: Smart, funny, HOT, likes my "son", willing to put up with me and my shit (OCD and comics included). *sigh* Liquid Courage happy now.
So any-hoo. That's what's been keeping me away from all my fan(s) lately. But, I think you can understand. Hell, this may even provide more quality entertainment for you at my expense. I'll just have to keep you updated or try and think back to pass on a few stories of things that have happened to us already.
So, keep reading and I'll try to keep you all entertained.
D
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Monday, April 04, 2005
"I saw a human pyramid once. It was totally unnecessary."
I know that the world has lost an iconic figure in the Pope this weekend, but I'm going to take a few moments to lament the passing of someone who could have been an icon in his own right if just given the time.
Not too long ago I made mention of one of my favorite comedians, Mitch Hedberg, and today I see that he passed away on March 31st at the age of 37 from apparent heart failure. I actually went to a few different reputable sources for confirmation after I first saw it on Movie Poop Shoot. Unfortunately, they all said much the same thing:
"Mitch Hedberg, a Minnesota-born comedian who worked in nightclubs, television and film in a wide-ranging career, died in New Jersey, his family said. He was 37. "
Now I know you may be questioning why I decided to post about Mitch instead of the Pope; but come on, if you have to ask that question, you're probably at the wrong site. Besides, you can look any where and get coverage on the Pope, but you really have to look out there for anything on Mitch. I just wanted to help inform anyone who was a fan of Mitch's and didn't know already. I somewhat equate it to when I heard Mother Teresa died. Which was about 3 weeks or so after it happened. You see, Princess Diana had just died 6 days before, and the media was still talking about nothing but her death. But when Mother Teresa (a 1979 Nobel Peace Prize recipient) died, I didn't hear a damned thing. And that infuriated me. Not that I am a religious person or anything, but the fact that a woman who had contributed so much to so many could have her death mentioned in passing or as an after thought just blew me away.
So I wanted to actually be proactive for once and help to celebrate a life that was lost too soon. On that note, I present to you some of my all-time favorite Mitch Hedberg bits:
-When you go to a restaurant on the weekends and it's busy they start a waiting list. They start calling out names, they say "Dufresne, party of two. Dufresne, party of two." And if no one answers they'll say their name again. "Dufresne, party of two, Dufresne, party of two." But then if no one answers they'll just go right on to the next name. "Bush, party of three." Yeah, but what happened to the Dufresnes? No one seems to give a shit. Who can eat at a time like this - people are missing. You fuckers are selfish... the Dufresnes are in someone's trunk right now, with duct tape over their mouths. And they're hungry! That's a double whammy. We need help. Bush, search party of three! You can eat when you find the Dufresnes.
-I played golf, I'm not good at golf, I never got good at it. I never got a hole in one, but I did hit a guy. And that's way more satisfying. You're supposed to yell "fore." But I was too busy mumbling, "there ain't no way that's gonna hit him."
-Sometimes I wave to people I don't know. It is very dangerous to wave to people you don't know, because what if they don't have a hand? They'll think you're cocky. "Look what I got motherfucker, this thing is useful...I'm gonna go pick something up."
And last:
-"Fuck you, that was funny."
D
Not too long ago I made mention of one of my favorite comedians, Mitch Hedberg, and today I see that he passed away on March 31st at the age of 37 from apparent heart failure. I actually went to a few different reputable sources for confirmation after I first saw it on Movie Poop Shoot. Unfortunately, they all said much the same thing:
"Mitch Hedberg, a Minnesota-born comedian who worked in nightclubs, television and film in a wide-ranging career, died in New Jersey, his family said. He was 37. "
Now I know you may be questioning why I decided to post about Mitch instead of the Pope; but come on, if you have to ask that question, you're probably at the wrong site. Besides, you can look any where and get coverage on the Pope, but you really have to look out there for anything on Mitch. I just wanted to help inform anyone who was a fan of Mitch's and didn't know already. I somewhat equate it to when I heard Mother Teresa died. Which was about 3 weeks or so after it happened. You see, Princess Diana had just died 6 days before, and the media was still talking about nothing but her death. But when Mother Teresa (a 1979 Nobel Peace Prize recipient) died, I didn't hear a damned thing. And that infuriated me. Not that I am a religious person or anything, but the fact that a woman who had contributed so much to so many could have her death mentioned in passing or as an after thought just blew me away.
So I wanted to actually be proactive for once and help to celebrate a life that was lost too soon. On that note, I present to you some of my all-time favorite Mitch Hedberg bits:
-When you go to a restaurant on the weekends and it's busy they start a waiting list. They start calling out names, they say "Dufresne, party of two. Dufresne, party of two." And if no one answers they'll say their name again. "Dufresne, party of two, Dufresne, party of two." But then if no one answers they'll just go right on to the next name. "Bush, party of three." Yeah, but what happened to the Dufresnes? No one seems to give a shit. Who can eat at a time like this - people are missing. You fuckers are selfish... the Dufresnes are in someone's trunk right now, with duct tape over their mouths. And they're hungry! That's a double whammy. We need help. Bush, search party of three! You can eat when you find the Dufresnes.
-I played golf, I'm not good at golf, I never got good at it. I never got a hole in one, but I did hit a guy. And that's way more satisfying. You're supposed to yell "fore." But I was too busy mumbling, "there ain't no way that's gonna hit him."
-Sometimes I wave to people I don't know. It is very dangerous to wave to people you don't know, because what if they don't have a hand? They'll think you're cocky. "Look what I got motherfucker, this thing is useful...I'm gonna go pick something up."
And last:
-"Fuck you, that was funny."
D
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