Triumph the Insult Comic dog takes on the Star Wars nerds. (huge file, get ready for it)
I wish my interviews were this funny.
Archive for May, 2005
I’m not sure if you can make out what’s going on in this one, I’m all over the place. Anyway, I try to talk to Vader, and while I’m walking over to him he gives 3 tickets to a famliy with a little kid. Dark Side my ass! He should have held out the tickets, then yanked them away at the last second. Then killed the whole family in front of the kid. That’s what the real Darth Vader would have done.
He also probably wouldn’t have let me record his breathing thingy. Wait for it. It’s at the end.
Here’s another picture from Kmart’s post.
This guy was cool enough to talk to me while in full costume. I had to hold the phone up to the speaker.
Here’s a link to their page.
Here’s a picture of me from Kmart’s post.
This guy is from Jamaica, and he’s never seen Star Wars. He also hates elaborating.
You can skip the first 2 minutes or so if you like, but once I get rollin’ with this interview, you never know what you’re going to hear. Or maybe you do. It’ll probably be Star Wars related.
I’m headed to an off site meeting and then to a home inspection. Everything for the home inspection should turn out fine. The house had a small electrical fire about 6 years ago, and the insurance company replaced everything from the roof down.
Apparently, it was all smoke damage, but that’s why you have insurance, and that’s why we’re getting it inspected.
The good news is, the inspector catalogues everything on a digital camera, and then he copies it to a CD for us, so I might have some good pics of the house to post tomorrow.
I know it seems like planning a bachelor party would be easy. Add liquor and strippers and viola! instant bachelor party.
Well, it is a bit more difficult when strippers have been requested to stay as far from the party as possible.
What do you do to celebrate the bond between guys without getting weirdly new-age and all huggy?
Seriously. What do you do? I’m having a hell of a time figuring out what we’re going to do for my brother, because we don’t want to just have a regular night. A limo would help, but then that just becomes an expensive way to barhop.
A city that never sleeps would help, but Vegas is too far, and, well, Atlantic City is just Vegas’ slutty, knocked up, hepatitis-C-infected cousin.
For my older brother’s bachelor party we got liquored up and then played laser tag. It was fun, but I kind of felt like a dork at the end of the night. Like I couldn’t believe we had just done that, even though it was fun.
Damnit. A bachelor party is not supposed to create a mini-existential crisis. And it would fucking help if everyone wasn’t so goddamned busy.
I think I use too much deodorant. It keeps falling out of my sleeves onto the arms of my chair. I thought 2 swipes in the morning was sparse, but I guess not.
Is this something I should be embarrased about?
I don’t think so, because it shows that I’m a clean person. Right?
Unfortunately, I can’t switch deodorants because I have an allergic reaction to just about every other deodorant I’ve tried.
This has been an update on all things deodorant related in my life.
You walk into an empty conference room for a meeting, and scrawled on one of the large flip charts resting on an easel is “How should we utilize the new flip charts to maximize deliverables?”.
If I worked for that company, I imagine I would develop a drinking problem in one week.
The kitten that lives with the people in the apartment above us has been acting very strangely of late. She, Twitch, the cat, has been crawling around with her butt stuck up in the air. She howls all day long, and she spends an inordinate amount of time rolling around on the rug in our living room.
I just figured she was in heat, but if she were, I thought she would be more about rubbing herself all over everything. I’ve been told that being in heat is like being the horniest you’ve ever been, but it lasts for days. And unfortunately, kittens don’t have the proper appendages to, ahem, solve their problem.
Our upstairs neighbor, Kate, came down to confirm that, yes, Twitch is in heat, but Twitch also has a urinary tract infection. I feel terrible for the poor cat.
Can you imagine having a raging lust for anything that will put it’s no-no bits into your yes-please spot only to have it turn out to be the least rewarding sex you’ve ever had? And how ironic for a horny cat to have a problem with it’s va-jay-jay.
