This morning, I was able to catch last night’s SNL on the DVR. Host was Tina Fey with musical guest Justin Bieber. Besides a stellar effort by Fey in all phases of the performance – another dead-on Sarah Palin impression and a very memorable brownie commercial – this show was notable for all the Justin Bieber-ness that it put forth. Seriously, a kid hasn’t gotten this much SNL airtime since a pre-druggie Drew Barrymore hosted in the 80s.
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The other day, I heard Jewel’s rendition of “O Holy Night.” It was one of the worst holiday efforts I’ve ever heard, causing me to spend several minutes trying to find a single word that signified just how awful I was. Finally, I gave up and had to make one up. It was fuckin’crapsuckasstinabular. Seriously, I considered switching to Judaism or going with Festivus afterward. But, then I realized just how bad I would do at the “Feats of Strength.” Read more…
Sorry to my halves of dozens of fans out there who have been waiting for another blog post. I’ve been pretty busy lately, and more importantly, my brain has become a non-functioning pool of applesauce. But, like in previous funks, it took XM radio to break me out of this creative valley.
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As someone who gets a kick watching the media overreact to, well, anything, the last few weeks have been treeeee-mendous. I mean, the death of Michael Jackson was a tragedy to his friends and family. It was a kick in the gut for his biggest fans. For the other 95% of us, who were consuming all this coverage, what was our stake in the game? Read more…
This might be the weirdest blog post ever. Even for me. But, I was having a conversation with a loyal SMP reader who argued with me that “This is How We Do It” by Montell Jordan can’t be on a list of worst songs ever. He then went on to say that my Proust questionnaire made him laugh. So… we’re talking about Montell Jordan… and the Proust questionnaire… which led to the obvious question. What if you answered the survey using just the lines from “This is How We Do It.” Read more…
My buddy Tom got me to try the 25 random songs game a couple of weeks ago, and then trumped it with this challenge. “Write the 10 worst songs you know. These are songs that are so bad that you have a tangible (negative ) physical reaction when you hear them.” Read more…
A few days ago, I got another tagged note in Facebook from my buddy Tom. This time, it was to let your music say 25 things about you. Since this is a bit more imaginative than the “25 random things” meme that has most of America in a tizzy, I’m excited about this one. Plus, I’d already written a blog about the power of my iPod. It’s shown some good deductive powers thus far, so we’ll see how it handles this challenge. Read more…
For a couple of years, my company shared a building with a shady auto credit company. And almost every day, I showed up at about the same time as a guy that worked for that loan company. We looked to be about the same age. Probably had about the same amount of experience and responsibilities. Biggest difference: he had to wear a tie every day, while I sported khakis and a polo shirt. He probably also spent the day explaining to people why he was repossessing their 1998 Ford Tempo. That’s a pretty big difference, too.
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Quick update… I’ve blogged in the past about the anguish of playing “That Guy” in rec-league volleyball. I’ve also gotten some good response on my request for volleyball team names. But here’s a story that tops them all.
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In April, I turned 35, and I treated this like any birthday. I woke up, went to work, came home and continued with my life. It’s always been another day, dating back to the time I turned 18 during a high school club trip and didn’t really think about my birthday until I filled out a check on the day itself.
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