Dolly Part(s)on Vs The Schrute Family

•September 11, 2009 • 1 Comment

Uh huh. Here’s a quick entry from my collection of crap before I leave for a weekend in Philly.

I am watching you through a camera.

I am watching you through a camera.

Can you feel her eyes following you? Sure you can. This is another thing I picked up in Maine. However, this time no money was exchanged. I don’t steal stuff. I guess that makes this some sort of weird riddle. Anywhatzit, it’s a kind of creepy doll head of some sort. There isn’t any info such as manufacturer on the head but it has been showing me dark things in my dreams. “Show them all who’s boss! Let the badgers loose!” Stuff like that. I generally like to leave the head on my Dundie, which came with an earlier dvd set for The Office (US).

I declare bankruptcy! Pam is that you?

I declare bankruptcy! Pam is that you?

The lace. The red ribbon (no dragonball jokes please). Those beautiful blue eyes. I think I’m falling in lust with this sexy mama. If for some reason you have any info on this thing cough it up for Jeebus’ sake! Here’s a shot for you perverts that need to check out the backyard.

There's nothing more attractive than a pink cap on a sophisticated lady.

There's nothing more attractive than a pink cap on a sophisticated lady.

Maybe I’ll sneak her into the next Hina Matsuri. I’m going to attempt to post an entry or two over the weekend using the phone magic. We’ll see how that goes…

Open Mic Goodness

•September 11, 2009 • 2 Comments

Like OMG kid! As promised here is my recollection of the open mic from last night. I keep my promises even when I’m extremely hungover, which I am not.
On the myspace for Doyle’s Corner it listed the open mic as “Thursday at 9pm”. If you’ve ever been to an open mic you’re probably familiar with the signup sheet that comes out about 30 minutes before the actual open mic. Being the punctual musicians that we are we showed up at 8:30pm with the expectation that there would be a signup sheet out or at least some other performers. We walked in on three or four beer guzzlers and the bartender. We looked around for a second to see if perhaps there were some open mic gnomes hidden amongst the pool table and videogames. Nothing. I approached the bartender with a simple “Hi, do you know if the open mic is going on tonight?” or something even more eloquent. “Yeah. The guy usually shows up around 9:30 or 10.” I said the obligatory “Thanks!” and as we were leaving he said, “So you guys will be by later?” and then I was all like “Yup.” and he was all like and then she was all like “Wha’?!”

We were as out of place as this dead horseshoe crab in Boston Common.

We were as out of place as this dead horseshoe crab in Boston Common.

We walked around the area for a while killing time. We stopped in the nearby Starbucks to see if anyone I knew was working. They weren’t. Then we killed some time in a sad looking video store that still sold some good old VHS. They didn’t have any of the four movies that I’m looking for on VHS so we just did some knitting in the adult section. Not really…yet. We looked in Doyle’s again since we were expecting some friends to come out and play. Nothing. Then we got really adventurous and sat in the car just talking about our feelings and what not. There were a lot of revelations. Around 9:30pm we went in after I got a text from a friend who was inside and sat around chatting like some real Chatty Cathys. Besides our friend we were the only other people with instruments among the growing number of frat boys. Finally around 10pm an older gentlemen(not to be confused with old guy) came in and started setting up the PA. He then began what wound up being about a 30 minute set of originals and maybe a cover thrown in there. It was hard to distinguish the acoustic blues originals from the acoustic blues covers. My ear isn’t that good. After this he announced, “If anyone wants to sit in just let me know.” Now where I’m from, the Maldives, to “sit it” means to “jam” or play with other people that you have probably never played with before. Our friend spoke up first and the acoustic blues older gentlemen left the stage(there was no stage). He played some sweet tunes and my bandmate/friend talked to ABOG briefly about our obnoxious setup.

Another professional shot. Here's the host melting our faces and hearts.

Another professional shot. Here's the host melting our faces and hearts.

A big part of the reason we were going play to this open mic was to test run some stuff that we’re preparing for a show later this month. We’re both in another group, which is our “main band” or “mand” and this new band/side project is quite a departure from our usual hard rawkin’ technical muzak. What makes it even more convoluted is that the only difference in terms of members is that the new project has the same two out of three members except instead of a drummer the new project has a computer. Did that make any sense? Eh.
Like I was saying, we went up to play and setting up the computer and all the technical stuff took a couple of minutes so I won over the crowd by repeatedly saying “Computer.” and breathing heavily into the microphone. Once we got going everything went fairly smoothly except for the host turning our backing track volume way down during the middle of a song only for some other guy turn it right back up. Weird. They asked us to play another song after our two hit singles. We were prepared to drop another music bomb on everyone sans computer and did in fact drop that bomb, which brought about the end of the open mic. Afterwards, we did all the handshaking stuff and were invited to come back and have our own show there. The prospect of being able to have a show there was a nice bonus and we connected with a local promoter who wants to “work with us” or whatevers. We walked out feeling a lot more confident about our upcoming first show with the new project.

I’m sure we’ll be spending some more time there. It wasn’t the most ideal place to play music but there was a built in audience and not a lot of competition considering only three acts played. It’s definitely worth checking out especially if you like your open mics like I like my mail couriers: loose and cheap. I’ll shut up now.

I Sell Leather Pants

•September 10, 2009 • 3 Comments

I saw David Cross last night. It wasn’t in an alley. I’ll tell you about my experience with Tom Hanks in an alley on a later date. I saw David Cross last night at a Borders for a reading from his new book I Drink For A Reason. It was good. The end.

Caught!

Caught!

I was considering not going but I’m really glad I did. Laughs were had by all except the bodies that were being kept there from the overflowing nearby morgue. He read a couple of excerpts from his book, which made me really want to hear what the audiobook version sounds like. I’m sure it will be on YouTuber if it’s not already so do yourself a favor and go watch some terribly filmed book reading goodness. He prefaced his Q&A session with “I don’t know what’s going on with the Arrested Development movie.” Some idiot still managed to ask this question though. Idiot. There were a couple of other Arrested Development questions but luckily there were people who cared about other things he’s been involved with. Hey, I really like “AD” but I’d rather watch Mr. Show or Newsradio, which is probably my favorite tv show and featured a few excellent appearances by “DC”. Highlights of the QuestionandAnswer included “Do you have any suggestions for upcoming comedians?” and “Will you get high with me after this?” which both got the response of “No.” If I didn’t repeat these retarded questions verbatim I apologize. Idiots.
He was signing books afterwards but from the looks of it I would’ve still been there. So my friend and I went back to his place to practice for the open mic tonight and our show later this month.
Here’s an awesome and very professional exclusive photo from last night:

I better not find this photo on the cover of TIME magazine!

I better not find this photo on the cover of TIME magazine!

Creepy Black Sheep Dip

•September 9, 2009 • 1 Comment

Here’s another strange piece of crart. (Henceforth crart shall refer to something that is both crap and art.)

Creep Contest

Creep Contest

I can’t remember where I got this thing. I’m fairly certain I didn’t pay any money for it though. That’s just crazy talk. It looks like a sheep right? A tiny plastic creepy sheep. My theory is that it’s part of some strange Nativity set.

Let the nightmares begin.

Let the nightmares begin.

There aren’t any markings on it so the date and manufacturer are unknown. My guess is that it was made in the mid to late 1870s. Next time the Antique Road Show is in town I’ll be sure to bring this in and act really surprised when they tell me it’s worth approximately $25,000.00 and an apple turnover. Once again, if you have any information on this crap let a brother know. I tried a few half-assed google searches but I don’t have much to work with. Creepy sheep toy? Weird sheep nativity? I dunno.

For those of you wondering what it looks like from behind. Sicko.

For those of you wondering what it looks like from behind. Sicko.

Speaking of sheep have you seen the moving picture show Black Sheep? I’m not talking about the Farley and Spade “kill whitey” flick, which is also still somewhat enjoyable. I’m talking about the 2007 Black Sheep made by Kiwis and by Kiwis I mean the people not the bird or fruit. It fits quite easily into the “horror comedy” genre. I have a soft spot for these kinds of films whether the comedy is intentional or not. There are some gooey effects by the peoples at Weta Workshop who brought you all that Lord of the Rings madness. With most films in this genre the plot could be written on a grain of Basmati rice. This movie is all about the psycho sheep and their methods of sending humans to that giant nail salon in the sky. The lead actress isn’t hard to look at either and there are plenty of moments that will coax laughs out of your throat. It’s not a hard movie to find whether buying or…um…paying with invisible money. Get thee to a nunnery!

Spread Sheep?

Spread Sheep?


If you’re interested in more movies by those wacky Kiwis you should check out Eagle vs Shark. It’s like Napoleon Dynamite but with some crazy accents! Seriously though, it’s good. Watch it when you’re hungry. If you’re still feelin’ New Zealand check out some of Peter Jackson’s lesser known flicks like Meet The Feebles (strictly for the sickos) or Braindead (aka Dead Alive).

Duffman Can’t Read!

•September 8, 2009 • 2 Comments

I’m sure you know the song “Oh Yeah” by superstars Yello. Right?! Sure you do. Maybe these lyrics will refresh your memory:
“Oh yeah.”
“The moon…beautiful.”
“The sun…even more beautiful.”

The sunset...beautimousful.

The sunset...beautimousful.

Clearly this song is about the Boston Tea Party. I wrote my thesis on this actually. Maybe I’ll put that up sometime for all of the insomniacs out there. Most people know this song from the moving picture Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. It caught my attention as Duffman’s theme. You’ve got to give these guys credit for writing an instantly recognizable song. Don’t give them any more credit than that though please.

You can watch the deep video on the YouBube. Make sure you’re sitting down and that no children are in the room. Good luck.

Open Microphone

•September 8, 2009 • 1 Comment

I’m planning on playing at a new open mic I heard about. It’s always interesting to check out a new venue and by venue I mean bar or coffeehouse. The great thing about open mics is that anyone can go perform for someone else besides their roommate or cat. The crappy thing about open mics is that ANYONE can go perform for someone else besides their roommate or cat. I’ve seen and heard some really amazing music at open mics. The kind of music that’s too good to be on the radio or hipster television shows. Unfortunately, this is not a frequent occurrence. I would say 33 out of 34 performances/songs are painful and forgettable. Here’s a list of stereotypes that you will find at an open mic:

1. Probably the most common from my experience is the guy who thinks he’s the next John Mayer. (Not a fan of John Mayer or his imitators by the way.) This is the guy who looks like he spent all weekend shopping for clothes and is probably unsuccessfully hitting on any girl with two breasts at the “venue”. His music will sound oddly familiar/borderline lawsuit and the lyrics will be about how he loves ladies and vice versa. He will try to sing in his “sexy voice” using lots of breathy nonsense and will introduce his songs with a story about some chick he hooked up with. Barf!

2. Amidst the Jon Mayor’s will be the girl that all the lonely singer-songwriters are pretending not to stare at. While she may be a decent enough singer she will look like she learned guitar just an hour before showing up to the lovely “venue”. She will spend 50% of her performance trying to find the “right chord” and giggling. She will probably play one original about an ex or a boy who’s not paying attention to her and a cover song by the current hip female fronted indie band.

3. Old guy. There’s nothing wrong with being old but this guy will mention at least twice that he is in fact old. Generally the old guy will play a cover song from the 60s that 98% of the audience is unfamiliar with and will say, “This is an oooooold song.” Then he will play an “original” that will sound a lot like Dylan (Bob not JaKob) or Floyd (Pink not Bill).
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I could go on and on but I’ll leave it at that for now. Perhaps I will elaborate in the future. I will report on this new open mic experience on Friday. For now here’s a picture of a microphone for your multimedia enjoyment. Yes. It is my microphone. Exciting.

You sing into the black part.

You sing into the black part.

The Craptastic Potato Spud Gun

•September 7, 2009 • Leave a Comment

So here be me first entry to file under CRAP. I found this little guy in a convenient store in Maine. It caught my eye as everything about it is a tad unusual. (Perhaps in your world an item like this isn’t uncommon.) But I ran into a problem: The price was one dollar and zero cents. So I did a lot of soul searching and soul destroying and said goodbye to my friend Billy Juan, my favorite one dollar bill. Now you will marvel at the glorious pictures…

I'm surely on my way to professional photography.

I'm surely on my way to professional photography.


You don't believe that I shelled out a whole dollar plus tax?!

You don't believe that I shelled out a whole dollar plus tax?!


These drawings sure are fun!

These drawings sure are fun!


Danger Jackercrap. Danger.

Danger Jackercrap. Danger.

I couldn't really find any information about this which is part of the reason I'm starting off with this. If you or someone you know can surrender any information about this potato spud gun I would be mildly interested in reading said information. I found a guy on eBay (gotsta have that capital B) who seems to have "more than 10 available" and has added that you can "get 300 shots out of one potato". He also claims that it's a "great party gift". If your idea of a "great party gift" is a potato spud gun then you might just be my new best friend or a real weirdy (we'll get to this on another post). Even the Padgett Bros website doesn’t have any info or pictures that I could find. This English company that “imported and distributed” the made in China potato spud gun probably wants to distance themselves from this fine product. It just seems like one those toys that wound up on the news because some hillbilly child shot their own eye out with it. IMG_0285

The box has all the info you need to properly handle this sophisticated piece of crap. “Do not aim at eyes or face.”
“Do not use missiles other than those supplied by the manuacturer…” (Their typo not mine. I didn’t get any missiles!)
“Use only the projectiles supplied.” (I didn’t get any projectiles!)
“Not suitable for children under 36 months…” (Great news for all you 37-month-olds out there! I seriously hope that there aren’t any 4-year-olds out there running around with these…in NY.)
“KEEP YOUR POTATO GUN CLEAN.” (A lesson we could all learn from.)

So why do I enjoy this? Well first of all, the gun looks like something from Forbidden Planet or an awful drawing from a 35-month-old. My experience with potato guns was always the homemade PVC pipe rocket launcher looking contraptions. I suppose it’s like trying to use a pencil as a battering ram. I don’t really have any intentions of actually trying this thing out. I’m afraid that the urge to aim it at my eyes or face will suddenly come over me.

To The Future

•September 7, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Greetings. You can expect to find a bunch of crap here. There will be crap about my life especially my musical endeavors. You will see and learn about crap I’ve obtained over the years. This aspect will be incredibly superficial and materialistic. Yay. There will be belligerent rants about music and movies both positive and negative. I might even shed some light on the D. B. Cooper situation. What I’m trying to say is that you may encounter some serious crap and possibly some things that will belong in a slightly better category. Perhaps junk? You be the judge and the jury and the executioner and also the witness.

I hope you enjoy whatever it is that ends up here. To the future…