Most eating disorder humor isn’t really funny, but this sure as hell is.
It’s not a fucking petting zoo, morons!
Thursday, July 22nd, 2010Too bad the buffalo had the courtesy not to kill these idiots.
Happy 45th birthday, Trent!
Monday, May 17th, 2010Whew! I almost didn’t make this in time. Today is Trent Reznor’s birthday. In celebration, I made a video – and it’s not even about shitty weather! (Unlike every other video I’ve posted to YouTube.) Enjoy?
This is What Qualifies as an Open Road in Wyoming
Sunday, April 4th, 2010New Video: Bedtime Story
Saturday, February 27th, 2010Our awesome writer-friend David Mirhadi took my challenge of writing our cat, Teddy, a bedtime story written just for him. In return, we videoed Teddy’s reaction as I read the story to him. I think he enjoyed it. :)
OMG YouTube Motherfucking Christmas Extravaganza
Tuesday, December 22nd, 2009‘Tis the season…for sitting on your ass and watching a few videos that reflect the variant celebrations of Christmas. Let’s kick it off with the infinitely wise (and gorgeously dressed) Eddie Izzard:
Cartman’s interpretation is a little different.
So this is how Santa got his kiddie porn back in the day.
Speaking of creepy perverts, here is a classic from Mr. Garrison.
And now for a little nostalgia: Christmas commercials from 1983. I particularly like the AT&T “phones of the future.”
As a child of the ’90s, I remember far too many of these. Take note of how many of these ads are for fucking McDonald’s.
Nothing says “Merry Christmas” to your friends and loved ones like a good smoke.
What would Christmas be without overdone (but completely awesome) light shows?
The info for this video says,
Our LauderdaleChristmas.com 65,000 LED Christmas lights display, shot with my Canon Vixia HF10 using my own custom settings. Our display is energy saving 100% LEDs, with 144 channels from 9 computerized lighting controllers. I act as orchestrater, tell the lights when to turn on or off, fade, twinkle, etc. An MP3 player inside the controller plays the music and controls the lights according to your programmed orchestration. We transmit it to people’s cars radio via a low power transmitter on unused 100.9 FM.
I can’t tell if these people are awesome or complete douchebags.
And finally, a classic. This was one of the first YouTube crazes back in the day, and it still kicks loads of ass.
to you and yours, including the relatives you can’t stand from the moment you see them.
Shitty Weather, Take Two
Saturday, October 10th, 2009It’s way too early for this shit
Monday, September 21st, 2009Okay, this is a bunch of crap. It’s the last day of Summer. SUMMER. But not here. Somehow, my little corner of the world didn’t get that memo and invited winter over for a little party.
I know what will happen next. Winter will hang out for a couple of days and laugh at all of us as we huddle by our heaters. Then, he’ll check on things back in the Arctic one more time before he leaves on vacation to the rest of the northern hemisphere for the next six months.
Upon Winter’s (temporary) return to the Arctic, nature will try to play the incident off. “Oh, it was just a cameo,” she will say with a nervous, embarrassed giggle. “Winter’s not here to stay.”
She always forgets to add “yet,” but I know that’s what she means. I’ve done this too many times and I am sick of these little games nature plays, as if this is an episode of “Bloopers and Practical Jokes” and it’s all a silly, lighthearted prank. No, it isn’t. It’s nature’s way of kicking Sunmer down to Australia and reveling in my misery as I shiver my way from class to class and try to keep limbs just warm enough so they don’t fall off. I hate it, it’s horrible and winter can suck my frozen ass. I’m not ready for this shit again.
Easter, atheist style
Saturday, April 11th, 2009I am not religious, and therefore my approach to holidays celebrated by the masses in the United States is somewhat simplified. I like it that way. Using Easter as an example since it’s tomorrow, I’ll break down my typical holiday celebration.
Somewhere between 11 a.m. and noon: Wake up after a long, restful slumber that wasn’t interrupted by an alarm.
12:30 p.m.: Head on over to my mother’s house. She still makes Easter baskets for me and my sister, and now my husband too. She’ll hide them in the house and we’ll find them. If my sister insists on it, we’ll hunt for eggs. That’s right, we still hunt for eggs like we did when we were 5. She’s 22 and I’m 27. What’s fun is that as we’ve gotten older, the egg hunts have gotten more violent. We steal eggs, kick baskets (and then steal eggs) and smack each other so the other can’t take an egg from its hiding spot. It’s a wonderful time. When all the eggs are found, we all risk a sugar overdose from consuming too many Reese’s Eggs, jellybeans and Marshmallow Peeps.
3 p.m.: Finally shower after screwing around on the Internet and wishing all of my online friends a happy holiday.
4 p.m.: Arrive at Granny’s house with a green bean casserole to add to the entire table of food that’s already there.
5 p.m.: Scarf!
6 p.m.: Sit around with the family as everyone tells the same stories we always tell at gatherings.
8 p.m.: The party winds down. We clean up Granny’s kitchen, pack up the leftovers and distribute them among family members.
9 p.m.: Attempt another sugar overdose by eating more Easter candy.
10 p.m.: Horrible sugar crash. Bloated stomach feels horrible. Lay on the couch, watch crappy TV and surf the Internet until it’s bedtime. Think about which stores I’ll hit tomorrow for clearanced Easter candy.
See, now doesn’t that sound like a great day? Of course!
This is what holidays as a whole are really about for me: food and family. Religion-based or otherwise, this is the bulk of what makes holidays so great. We celebrate the day with all that we are fortunate: those that we love and are loved by (and for some, those that we love to hate), and the security of being safe and fed. And aren’t the most basic things in life what we should value the most?
Of course, I’m not 100% sure how the Easter Bunny, Reese’s Eggs and Marshmallow Peeps got into the picture, but I’m glad they did. With that, I offer you the following:
A personal favorite:
The Washington Post’s annual Peep Show. These are amazing. And don’t forget to take the Peeps quiz.
