been a featured band at the Secret Circus — we gave away two copies of their album “Say Goodbye to the Camera” to two attendees who are now hooked
a bass player named Emeen Zarookian (far left; lookin’ good, Emeen) with whom I went to school (and whose solo stuff is also cool)
a cool Web site
four shows at SXSW, in case you’re going or are just generally into that kind of information
Check ‘em out.
And as long as we’re plugging bands that I like that have friends of mine in them… please, please listen to Elizabeth and the Catapult. I can’t stop listening to “Waiting For The Kill.”
Ah, Saturday night. What better time to prepare the Sunday morning reading? The pimps and hos are out in force; evidence of theme parties abounds here in beautiful Boulder, Colo.! And here we are, ensuring a pleasant and informational (and if you’re very good and read the whole thing, hilarious) tomorrow. In we go!
HOLLYWOOD — In the run-up to the 2008 presidential election, two of the heavy-hitters of one of the United States’ top-four-ish political parties appear to have removed the gloves. Steve Kubby, a Californian seeking the Libertarian Party nomination, has asked Christine Smith, a candidate from Colorado, to issue an apology.
Smith got actress Goldie Hawn super drunk, after which Hawn eventually paid Smith $45 to go away. In 1998, when Kubby ran for governor of California on the Libertarian ticket, he had annoyed Hawn out of $45.
“That’s Steve-o’s territory, man,” said a Libertarian insider who wished to remain anonymous because the last time Kubby ran for office his family home was raided for marijuana and a little peyote. Read the rest of this entry »
A couple of weeks ago, holiday lights and decorations disappeared from the trees in Boulder. They’re still up in the apartment. Some of them aren’t seasonal — I have to use two strings of lights as extension cords for speakers in order to ensure that funk reaches all corners of my home.
The two seasonal strings, though, are still up in the windows. The Lady and I still turn them on with some frequency, too. It’s adorable denial, but as much as I like the lights, I don’t want to feel like I’m letting things get stale. That’s how out-of-season decorations always feel. Just looking at them, you can almost taste the gone-crunchy Christmas-tree-shaped Peeps.
Right-wing nutjob Neal Boortz claims that teachers unions are “much more dangerous than al Qaeda.” This is encouraging because, typically, teachers have been on my side in most matters, and I’d like to band together with the educators to find Boortz and kick his ass.
Just me and a bunch of science teachers with books and fossils. And maybe some of those stick-and-ball atomic models and we could use atoms that spell something funny, like, I don’t know… BeOTcH (beryllium, oxygen, technetium, helium — I need a scientist like Aaron Gabow to tell me how to make that sound like an actual compound, feasible or not). Read the rest of this entry »
…where “meta” is Internet code for “inside baseball.”
Friend Reid Levin and company over at Better Than the Machine made a video that spoofs a Bud Light video that appears to have pretty liberally borrowed from a sketch by another comedy troupe, The Whitest Kids U’Know.
I won’t go too much further into it, mostly because I’m underqualified (and a little because I need to get a hold of some breakfast in a bad way), but here is the very funny BTTM video and below the fold you can find the also very funny Whitest Kids video and the actual commercial in question.
Mm. Sunday. A day for rest. And big breakfasts. And gluing your eyes to the computer screen for a little casual Web browsing. What’s even better? Getting your Sunday morning reading on a Saturday! Today we’ve got stuff on blogging humor and etiquette, Congress’ Ginny the Cable Guy and a treat for improv nerds! Onward!
If you’re trying, like I am, to figure out just how to make a blog work, how to make it funny and addictive while perhaps maintaining some semblance of respectability, check out Jon Swift. He’s so calmly funny, not desperate like a lot of humor writing. I’m guilty of that desperation sometimes (a lot of times) and I blame stand-up comedy for that. Read the rest of this entry »
The U.S. House of Representatives is going to vote on whether or not to issue a nonbinding resolution criticizing President George W. Bush for his handling of the war in Iraq.
It’s been the main headline in political news for a bit. Sort of a weird idea that after the new Democratic Congress accomplished a laundry list of tasks in its first “100 hours,” the central point of business would be to pass a bill that explicitly does nothing. There’s a small chance, though, that it’d clear the way for some anti-war legislation with teeth.
At any rate, it’s inspired me to come up with some of my own nonbinding resolutions. Here we are (and of course, vote with me if you’re in):
Nonbinding resolution against really long voicemail messages. They’re never important and you always know that when you’re leaving them, which I know because you say over and over again, “sorry for the long message,” which is really counterproductive.
Nonbinding resolution against my computer screen at work being completely visible to anyone standing anywhere in the office.
Nonbinding resolution against leftovers not tasting as good as dinner two nights ago.
Nonbinding resolution against pickles because I really hate pickles. Especially stealth pickles under hamburger buns.
Nonbinding resolution against bondage, but just because I think it’s kind of ironic. Also, its proponents would be more turned on that way anyhow. “Oh, really? Congress doesn’t want me to do this? I’m so naughty. Don’t tell Jack Murtha. Don’t tell him, really! Unless you think it’ll make him angry. I do so like Jack Murtha angry….” This is actually also the way that I think President Bush will react to the resolution.
The column’s up at the Daily Camera today. This week, we explore the idea of anti-Valentine’s Day parties and why I think they’re crappy and why we should really be able to move on instead of dwelling on how anti-Valentine’s Day or anti-anything else we are.
All of this is a manifestation of a little problem I have. My mother really put it succinctly today. She said, “Dave, you’ve never been very good at limbo.” True. And we’re not talking about the Lincoln Limbo, though it’s true that I’m also awkward and inflexible and prone to falling down in front of crowds of happy, inebriated people.
NEWARK–After suspicious materials showed up in luggage x-rays, American Airlines passenger Cupid was detained for investigation. The cherubic cherub claims that the bow and arrow in question weren’t meant for killing or maiming, rather for causing adorable couples to fall in love. Air marshals say that’s not a possible thing.
Meanwhile, Hugh Grant, Tom Hanks and John Cusack were unable to woo Julia Roberts, Meg Ryan and Ione Skye for the entire first and second acts.
“It’s just not fair,” said Grant. “Here I am, being foppish, and the damned leading lady won’t stare into my eyes at the end of any of the Peter Gabriel montages. I can only hope that in the sequel or perhaps the third iteration of ‘The Girl With a Thing for All Foppish Guys But Me’ she’ll come around. I’ve been trying to say adorable British things around her. Mayonnaise. Bastard. Adequate healthcare systems. That sort of thing.”
The pimps and hos are out in force; evidence of theme parties abounds here in beautiful Boulder, Colo.! And here we are, ensuring a pleasant and informational (and if you’re very good and read the whole thing, hilarious) tomorrow. In we go!
presidential election, two of the heavy-hitters of one of the United States’ top-four-ish political parties appear to have removed the gloves. Steve Kubby, a Californian seeking the Libertarian Party nomination, has asked Christine Smith, a candidate from Colorado, to issue an apology. 
Mm. Sunday. A day for rest. And big breakfasts. And gluing your eyes to the computer screen for a little casual Web browsing. What’s even better? Getting your Sunday morning reading on a Saturday! Today we’ve got stuff on blogging humor and etiquette, Congress’ Ginny the Cable Guy and a treat for improv nerds! Onward!
It’s been the main headline in political news for a bit. Sort of a weird idea that after the new Democratic Congress accomplished a laundry list of tasks in its first “100 hours,” the central point of business would be to pass a bill that explicitly does nothing. There’s a small chance, though, that it’d clear the way for some anti-war legislation with teeth.
Nonbinding resolution against bondage, but just because I think it’s kind of ironic. Also, its proponents would be more turned on that way anyhow. “Oh, really? Congress doesn’t want me to do this? I’m so naughty. Don’t tell Jack Murtha. Don’t tell him, really! Unless you think it’ll make him angry. I do so like Jack Murtha angry….” This is actually also the way that I think President Bush will react to the resolution.