Had a dream yesterday where I was going about my normal morning routine. Well it was normal except for the one tiny detail, the tiny detail being that I was Bizarro. Not a Bizarro version of myself, but Bizarro Superman. Anyhow, the situation didn't seem all that strange until I got on the subway and realized that it was not possible for someone to ( Read more... )

Sometime in the mid-80's, the company my father worked for booked Bill Cosby to do an evening of stand up. It was one of those employee appreciation things that are an endagered species these days ( Read more... )

Everybody has probably already seen this:

http://politsk.blogspot.com/2008/09/sarah_13.html

If not, then head on over and become a Palin. That way when Jesus returns he'll know to take you back with him to heaven.

Yours in Christ,

Goalie Sanka Palin

 I must admit that I am particularly fond of the fake World Weekly News style headlines that spammers are using nowadays. Today I got one that caused me to laugh quite a bit. It went a little something like "Britney Spears to be adopted by African child".

I don't know who is writing these things, but they are god damned brilliant.

When I was but a lad, there were cases of M*A*S*H beer and Billy beer stored in the basements of some of my friends houses. I'm certain their parents thought these novelty brews would be worth a fortune one day and maybe they were right. I suppose I could go on over to ebay and find the answer, but I am feeling far too lazy to pull that feat off ( Read more... )

When I was a lad I saw the trailer for The Lost Boys before a motion picture I was attending.

I found the trailer amusing, so did my brother. We quoted it for the rest of the day and couldn't wait to see the movie.

We never saw it.

Years went by and despite never having seen it, I always assumed I liked the movie due to my fond memories of the ( Read more... )

I find myself without much to say today and yet here I am posting. This is part of an attempt by yours truly to shake off the cobwebs and get back to working on things that may or may not kill off my day job secret identity once and for all ( Read more... )

When my secret identity started his current job he inherited some odds and ends from his cubicle's previous owner. There's a Stormtrooper bust that I'm guessing came from a cereal box, a gumball machine that doubles as a basketball game and the piece de resistance, a crudely drawn picture of a crying cat.

Behold, the picture of which I speak:


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"Let's try and post something here shall we Mssr. Exhausted Celeb ( Read more... )

So sayeth the Biz and my itchy allergy afflicted nose.

As the sun pours through my office windows, I'm trying to pretend that the car alarms and city noises are locusts and all those other springtime bugs. It isn't really working.

And that's that my lovely fans.

Your pal,

E.C.