Suh-Mash update: Hi Kai, Why oh why did you kill that guy?

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I saw this and couldn’t help but update you on our favorite misunderstood hero. In case you missed it, here’s the original post:

https://immodiumabuser.com/2013/04/16/my-brother-was-on-the-news/

 

It’s not a Village People concert, but grab your ax and start the “Free Kai” chants now!!! This story with him gets so much wilder the more we hear about him. Since he is innocent until proven guilty or admits that he smash, smash, SMASHED Jesus with a tomahawk again– I’ll reserve judgement.

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Here’s the latest story about his arrest:

http://www.cnn.com/2013/05/16/justice/new-jersey-hitchhiker-murder-charge/index.html?hpt=hp_c3

 

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NY Post finally caught on to me…

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I saw this article about New York families hiring disabled people to come to Disney with them and although I am not usually a big fan of the NY Post, I got a kick out of it. I don’t pretend to think of myself as a trend-setter but come on people! I was using a wheelchair inappropriately at Disney years ago – now they catch up? How stupid am I to not realize that money was to be made on it though? I guess I should take notes because not one of these people were propelled skyward into a crowd, peed their pants or were mistaken for a retarded person yet….If you don’t remember my famous Disney story when I was mistaken for a retarted person TWICE in less than a half hour – read it here!

Here’s the article:

http://shine.yahoo.com/parenting/disney-world-scheme–entitled-families-hire-disabled-guide-to-bypass-lines-194555620.html

Here’s when I was mistaken for a retarded person TWICE in less than a half hour: https://immodiumabuser.com/2011/01/11/when-i-was-mistaken-for-a-retarded-person-twice-in-less-than-a-half-hour/  If you haven’t read this – you’re in for a treat. If you have already read it – it’s worth another read…

More Ah-Shit Moments: The Pretty Kitty got all Shitty!!!

I was chatting with a friend about how much I hate cats and it made me think back to the “incident” described here so I thought I’d share it again. Talk about waking up on the wrong side of the scratch post!

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Last week, I gave you some insight into my twisted brain and a little background into some really embarrassing things that have helped to shaped me. In getting some feedback from that post, I couldn’t help but think of a close friend’s experience. If you’ll indulge me that courtesy, I thought that I might share someone else’s Ah-Shit moment too!

Let me just say that talking about shitting is risky territory to enter. I purposely waited to talk about it because I wanted to ease into the shitting stories – sort of like a slow seduction…If that doesn’t paint a nasty picture in your mind – nothing will, so on with it. When you tell people about your shitting experiences their reactions tend to be one of two types: A) the mock offended who pretend that their shit “literally” doesn’t stink, and that they have never discussed…

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A little game called “Hey Hooka – How Much?”

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Sometimes once you do something a few times it kind of loses its luster and tends not to be fun anymore – let me tell you about a little game that never happens with: Hey Hooka – how much? This isn’t Cranium people – you don’t just play it with anyone. It’s strategic and well-timed – like crop-dusting in the workplace. As is the case with most amazing inventions like Imodium AD and the shoe horn, this game popped into my head and I hit it out of the park one oppressively hot July day a few years back.

 

The first car I had with Air Conditioning

The first car I had with Air Conditioning

I was on the way to work and had the air conditioning cranked as far as it would go like Scotty giving it all she’s got with the Starship Enterprise. When I drive in hot weather (anything over 68 degrees) I have every vent in the car positioned towards my face with that delicious cold air blowing as hard as it can. On longer car rides, my face actually starts to get numb from the extended cold air rushing against it; my own personal form of botox. That’s also the reason that I have such soft cheeks that are as supple as a newborn’s buttocks. I know what you’re thinking and I don’t care; I will literally get gas every day if it rund out because of the constant ac usage and I don’t care if it goes to eight dollars a gallon. I will not ride in the car April through October without my air conditioning. Anyway, stop distracting me so that I can finish.

 

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I had already sweat through one undershirt and dress shirt while walking the dog that morning and I was schvitzing like cottage cheese left outside at a picnic again. I was speeding as usual and cursing the hot weather when something caught my eye on the passenger side of the road…

 

I immediately threw that car into the far right lane and slowed to an ever-so-slight crawl as I rolled up on the crowded bus stop…I knew it was a huge risk to my health rolling down that passenger window in such extreme heat as it was close to a hundred degrees outside, but I chanced it once I saw her: one of my coworkers named Shalan. She was leaning against the bus stop pole in all her nine months pregnant glory; sweating like a Whore in church. If I had a sonogram machine in the car at that very moment, do you know what it would have showed? I’d have seen that tiny fetus wiping sweat off its little brow too as it was that hot!

 

This Hooker didn't take Shat from anyone!

This Hooker didn’t take Shat from anyone!

If there was absolutely one person in town more miserable than me at that moment, it was her. Like divine intervention the game took shape in my mind and before I knew it, I was shouting out the window: “Hey Hooka – How Much?” I was laughing hysterically as I rolled by like a snail looking at all the people looking around at who I could be yelling to. She was waving her arms and yelling something to me as I rolled up that window and waved back. As I sped away down the street giggling, I couldn’t help but pat myself on the back a little for creating such a great little game back there.

 

As I got to work, I immediately went to tell my friend Tsunami about how funny I am. Once I stopped laughing enough to repeat what happened, she wasn’t laughing and looked at me like I was crazy and said “You didn’t stop the car and offer her a ride? It’s a hundred degrees out and she’s waiting at a bus stop nine months pregnant!”

 

I thought for a moment “You know, it didn’t even occur to me to ask her – it all happened so fast…”

 

“You had time to slow the car down, pull over, roll down the window and then yell Hey Hooka – how much? Yet there wasn’t time to ask if she wanted a ride? Were you running late and couldn’t stop – What’s wrong with you?”

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“No, I wasn’t late at all. I actually went to Dunkin Donuts after it happened and almost told the guy at the drive thru about it because I was still laughing to myself about it.”

 

Guess who arrived about forty minutes later and didn’t think it was funny either? Some people are just sensitive I guess. She was telling everyone like I was the bad guy here. It’s not like she was in labor and I passed her…then I can see her being mad.

 

I did make it up to her a few months later when I saw her on a different street corner and slammed on the brakes to offer her a ride. How was I to know that she was standing in front of her house that time, but it was the thought that counts…I am going to reserve judgement and glaze over the fact that every time I saw her outside of work she was, literally, on a street corner. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.

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nyway – I broke that game out again this past weekend. It had been far too long since playing it and like the groundhog, this is a game that knows when to poke its head up out of its hole. I was dropping my wife off for her mommy’s night out dinner with friends when we saw our crazy friend Ann walking downtown. Immediately, I went into stealth mode and the game started. I was beeping the horn repeatedly while I opened the window and shouted: “Hey Hooka – How much?” Shockingly, there was no response from her at all. Like Glen Close in Fatal Attraction “I won’t be ignored” so I turned that car around and sped back towards her.

 

I pulled the car right in back of where she was walking and screamed again. “Hey Hooka – How much?” while beeping the horn twice as much this time on the off chance that she’s hard of hearing and I had just never noticed it before? All of a sudden she whipped her head around to call me an asshole and laughed hysterically when she realized who it was.  She then got into the car and said that the first time she didn’t respond because she couldn’t tell who was being yelled at so she ignored it thinking that it was just some asshole. She also said that it sounded like a Hispanic guy yelling to her which I found to be the funniest part. My voice is pretty distinctive as you may have heard so to be mistaken for any accent at all is ridiculous – nonetheless Hispanic. Needless to say we laughed hysterically as we dropped them off to talk about what an imbecile my wife is married to over dinner.

 

Please feel free to start playing this game and share it with your friends. Consider it my gift to the world and use it wisely. And to our crazy friend Ann – you are a great sport and officially post-worthy!

 

 

 

 

My brother was on the news???

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Forget what’s on NBC – this is the only Smash you should be watching! If you miraculously grew his hair back and slapped a peace sign du-rag on that noggin – this could have been my brother Anthony. It sounds like I’m kidding, but I’m not. And the cursing? My brother has had more F-Bombs in and out of his mouth than most porn stars!

Randomly, the first thing I thought of when I saw this video was my brother retelling us a story about driving his friend Matt home one night when the guy started screaming like a little girl on the verge of tears and him laughing hysterically. What Anthony omitted from the story was that Matt was screaming because the pickup had picked up all right: he was screaming because it was going about 95 mph and was now airborne over the railroad tracks, thus the screaming. Similar to the hitchhiker in the video below, Matt was about to meet Jesus. 

My brother before he needed Rogaine...

My brother before he needed Rogaine…

Back to the reason we’re here – look at this video:

http://firsttoknow.com/hitchhiker-gives-greatest-interview-ever-after-saving-woman-from-being-smothered/?utm_campaign=hitchhiker-gives-greates-21734&utm_source=o_tw

I’m not sure what it is with me and these man on the street interviews lately, but I do get a kick out of them. I love that Kai starts out with a Dr. Phil type motivational message “you’re lovable and worthwhile…” before telling us what happened when he used his hatchet to save that woman. The guy’s a straight-up hero, should be a part of Oprah’s Angel network AND the streets are a whole lot safer because of Kai and his super-powered du-rag! 

One can only hope that if I’m ever being smothered by a reincarnated Jesus Christ that a Good Samaritan like this comes along straight outta Dogtown and lends a hand – or a hatchet – for me!  Smash, Smash, SMAAASH!!!

Help Your Bowl get that GOLD!!! America’s Best Restroom Contest!

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Forget any of the singers on The Voice – click HERE and vote for something important in The Battle of the Bowls: Cintas’ America’s Best Restroom Contest.

 

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Whether it’s where you work, where you leave the building you work in to “think and take a call” or whether you proudly strut down the hall like the pimp that you are in your office with a newspaper proudly tucked under your arm – we all have a favorite Throne. I have a 24/7 IV drip permanently attached and pumping a steady supply of Imodium AD into my bloodstream, but just in case – even I have a spot laid out if an emergency strikes!

 

This is one game of poker where the flush always wins!!!

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Forget Washington D.C., real change happens when we come together and vote on important issues like these, so please go and do something important today – vote for your bowl to rock and roll!

Three Quick Things: KAPOOYAH!!! KAPOOYAH!!!

Three Quick Things!!!
 KAPOOYAH – KAPOOYAH!!!

Three Things

1. Everyone knows I love me some Glozell and would “get me a cold pop” with Sweet Brown any day of the week – but Michelle Clark is my absolute new favorite baby girl! Words cannot accurately describe this, but suffice it to say that the new way to fame is not won on The Voice or American Idol, but local newscasts gone viral! And for those fitness fanatics looking for a good beat to run to at the gym, here’s the autotune remix now available on ITunes!!!

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2. An Oklahoma woman was arrested for trying to sell her kids on Facebook : Come on Misty! Everyone knows you do that on Craigslist, not Facebook!!!  

3. I have picked up a ton of new followers lately and they’re getting really heavy. While I put them down and rest for a moment, I wanted to highlight one that thinks my blog is “twisted and hilarious” which proves that he is obviously very smart. Peter Ellis wrote a post about possible memoir titles and hasn’t received a lot of appreciation for it which is a shameful oversight on so many levels. Click Here and let him know what you think of it. I might actually use number nine if I ever publish my memoirs!!! Well done Sir!!!

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One of my favorites and one of my most popular posts. If you haven’t read this yet, read on. If you have – its worth a second look!

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Forget about the Government Debt Ceiling Bill or MTV turning 30; I have an update on a dangerous epidemic sweeping the nation that’s going shamefully under-reported by the media: The Imodium Ad shortage of 2011.

 

I first shared my concerns here in June and my wife joked that maybe my mass Imodium consumption had caused a shortage of some sorts and it appears that might be the case. After striking out in my local stores, I branched out.  Three different CVS managers and a Wal-Mart employee plus an employee from a Pennsylvania supermarket have told me that there was a recall on Imodium AD, but I can’t find anything about a recall online, in the farmer’s almanac or with Ask Asa. I doubted them because I figured that of all people, I would know if there was a recall, it’s not like they wouldn’t publicize it or spread the…

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If you thought part one of my St. Patrick’s Day shenanigans might have been an isolated incident. Read on to find out why I’m under house arrest today. Go out and have all the drunken fun for me and I’ll live vicariously through you…

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You’ve heard one example of my version of March Madness and now here’s another reason why St. Patrick’s Day sometimes hurts – literally. I don’t mind the crowds and all the tacky lime green clothing, but the real truth is that I keep getting injured on St. Patrick’s Day. I am clumsy normally, but my dilapidated sense of coordination is heightened on that day more than others for some reason and I always end up face down – ass up covered in bruises.

I will tell you the event that actually was the tipping point of why I can’t go out on St. Patrick’s Day anymore. My wife was pregnant and had no interest in hanging out with a bunch of drunk fools (i.e. me) so she went out for the day without me. If you think this is leading towards me blaming her, it isn’t.  I have tried blaming…

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Just in time – I thought I would share some festive St. Patrick’s shenanigans…

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I am the proud owner of a festive little green speedo, but circumstances have forced me to stop using it to show off my shamrocks on March 17th. As a side note, the Metro North conductors have also stopped me from showing off my lucky charms in it. I was almost charged with assault in a crowded train car when my Irish polka combined with the speed of the train didn’t mesh well last St. Patrick’s Day. My jig went horribly off-course and I almost did polka an old lady in the eye with my shillelagh when I lost my balance. Tea bag one old lady on the train and suddenly no one is proud to be Irish anymore.

 

In as much seriousness as I can muster, I am kidding about the above paragraph. Anyone who has seen this body in motion knows that I have…

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Three Quick Things

1 – This shirt is Awesome!

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2 – Have you liked my Facebook page yet? What are you waiting for? Get over there and do it right now before people think there’s something really wrong with you…

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3. Tis the season for those beret wearing cookie pushers to start peddling their wares again so HERE’S a little deep cookie action for all the Girl Scout Cookie fans out there…

 

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For all my homies to get to know mes

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I posted this a few months ago for all the newbies – and it appears the time is ripe for it again. I’ve gotten a ton of new followers since then and I want to make them feel right at home and steer them down the right path. With so many posts on here, it’s hard to know where to start and unless you’re dedicated like Crazy-Annie-Smack-that-Fannie, you might not go back and start at the beginning to read them all…

Click here to start the ride and get caught up!

You’ll Look Dope! This Ride was pre-owned by the Pope!

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I know what you’re thinking “OH God! He’s talking about religion so it will be immature and offensive and he’s crazy and I’m insulted by that. Believe it or not, it is possible for me to have a mature discussion about a serious topic. This is not it, but I can have one if I wanted to…  

The Pope gave his last official address in front of 150,000 people in Rome. The Catholic part of me is sad that he’s retiring, but the selfish part of me is wondering how to ask if I can have his car…Just kidding, but I really do wonder – he gave up the Papacy for lent, does he have to give up the car too?

I’m actually being somewhat serious here – there is no better ride known to man than the Pope mobile. It’s a Mercedes – Boom! You always have a driver to take you wherever you want to go – Boom! You’re sitting in a very, very comfortable chair while you drive – Boom! Did I mention that it’s bulletproof and bomb-proof – Boom! Boom! You are cruising around like a true Superhero! If Batman had only been born a Catholic, it’s what he’d be driving.  

From a car-making perspective, the Pope mobile is universal. Call it the POMO for short and we’ve got a winner. That POMO is one sweet ride that appeals to all car-buying age groups. Teens and college students – is there a better car made today to Hotbox with your friends in? Married Couples – forget pulling the sheets over her head; this car was invented for the Spousal Dutch Oven! Menopausal women – you can change the heat and A/C back and forth and back and forth and back and forth as many times as you need to. Seniors and handicapped people – there’s a hydraulic lift in the back to get you into the chair. (That last part also works if you’re just lazy like me…)   

If you can't afford the souped-up POMO,This is the slightly lesser expensive model

If you can’t afford the souped-up Pope Mobile, here’s the slightly lesser expensive model

What about drive thru dining you may ask? Yes, you can still go. The helpful agents of obesity will just have to reach up a little bit higher to hand you that McRib sandwich and Shamrock Shake. No time to stop for food you say? Not to worry, because the upgraded POMO can be customized with a microwave installed right at your fingertips. There would be an additional cost for that, but isn’t your happiness worth it? Is there anything better than making popcorn or a Smart Ones entrée while you’re stuck in traffic on I-95? Yes – a cold pop for Sweet Brown! Good thing there’s a fridge in there next to that microwave! You can’t do that in your Prius! With all the publicity surrounding the Pope’s retirement lately, I’d wager to say that there are more than a few pimps out there that are considering trading their Escalades for some new wheels…

In terms of parking, do you classify the POMO as an SUV or a sedan? The height restriction can be cumbersome in an underground lot, but other than that? I guess you might need shades for a sunny day and you have to really watch out if you flip someone off in traffic, but you take the good with the bad.

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Worried about repairs and maintenance? Do you honestly think that there is an auto body shop out there that will screw over the pope mobile? You’ll get a fair estimate, only the necessary services, and honest repairs every time – never underestimate the power of Catholic guilt!

I can just imagine the inevitable Craigslist ad to sell it:

“You’ll look dope! This ride was pre-owned by the Pope!”

It’s gonna take more than a few Hail Mary’s to go from Hoopdie to Holy and park this bad boy in your garage. Serious inquiries only because the price is non-negotiable: Would you feel good about yourself trying to haggle with the holiest man on earth?

I do joke and make light of this, but I know that faith drives us and leads us through change. If the Catholic Church isn’t something you agree with and believe in – that’s fine too. It’s something I was brought up in and I can appreciate the history, the rituals, the ceremony and the splendor of it. Like politics, it’s not for everyone and I don’t force religion on anyone, so this is all in jest to bring about a smile in a cray cray world.

The only AA that I care about stands for Academy Awards redux

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I am a certified Oscar addict and last night was like my Christmas. Seriously, I live for the build-up, the hype, the anticipation, the snubs, the surprises and the sheer overdone production of this whole Oscar Season. Naomi Watts, you think that tsunami was The Impossible?  I have busted my ass day in and out for months going sometimes hours away from home to try and see every single one of the 53 nominated films. No offense, but you basically went surfing and then kinda just hung out in that tree and laid there until someone dragged you to a doctor.

Let’s start with the question of why every film nominated isn’t available in theatres? It’s as if they nominate these foreign films to toy with my mind… “Hey, here’s the film No and NO – You can’t see it! Throw me a bone people, if you nominate it – you better make it available to see. Granted, it’s not like I’m actually voting for any of these awards or that I’m anything more than a psycho so there really isn’t much punitive value in my seeing them at all. That being said, it makes me very unsettled to not see all the films nominated – I’m OCD compulsive and I get anxious if I can’t see them all – so the last thing you want to do is let me only get half-way through my list. I start to fixate on it and get very restless…I once made my long-suffering wife drive almost two hours EACH WAY to see August Rush because it was nominated for Best Song…She looked at me and said “you’re crazy”, I looked at her and said “Man-up, it’s the Oscars!” and you can just imagine how well that went over and what a fun car ride home that was.

Back to the Oscars. Let’s talk about the elephant in the room – Anne Hathaway. Sure she was fantastic in a movie that was good, but not great. Sure we knew she would win that Oscar. Sure we knew she would thank her husband and Hugh Jackman. Sure didn’t think I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on her speech because I was so distracted by the sheer strength and tenacity of Anne Hathaway’s nipular regions though. She could have thanked me from that stage and I wouldn’t have known because I couldn’t pay attention to anything else but those nipples. Did that not remind you of Cloris Leachmen in High Anxiety? Maybe that was what she was going for – the retro feel? If it were her that fell instead of Jennifer Lawrence, she might have blinded that poor French guy from The Artist!

Remove the bonnet and this could have been taken last night.

Remove the bonnet and this could have been taken last night.

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Is the guy to the right star-struck or nipple-struck?

People’s reactions about the First Lady presenting Best Picture with Jack Nicholson seem to be divided into two camps. If you’re a Democrat – you loved it and if you’re a Republican – you thought it was a distraction. I don’t want to wax politics here – I think it was a genuine surprise in a show that has become all too predictable. No one saw that coming. Did it flow seamlessly into the show? No, but so what? No matter what you think of her, it got your attention and that’s the point on Hollywood’s biggest night. All these people are still arguing about her presenting, what was she doing there, did she know the winner in advance, but I was genuinely concerned when I first saw her. Seriously! They cut from Jack Nicholson to her surrounded by military personnel and until I got a closer look, I really thought she was wearing an army helmet! I was terrified that they had raised the terror level up to orange, not realizing that she just had new bangs…

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Ang Lee – yes I saw that coming and no Steven Spielberg was not robbed. Lincoln is an acting tour-de-force whereas Life of Pi is a directing tour-de-force. There is a difference and that is not a slight at Lincoln. I liked Lincoln, but I just liked it – I didn’t love it. I agree that Daniel Day Lewis gave an amazing performance, but I just thought Lincoln would blow me away and all it did was give me a cool breeze… To be fair, I didn’t really care for Life of Pi either, but I can recognize what an achievement it was. I like to keep my D’s two and under, so anything 3D just isn’t for me anyway. Ben Affleck and Katherine Bigelow being left off the ballot was a shame, yet it really opened up the field to consider the other nominees. I actually think Ang Lee would have still won had Ben Affleck been nominated in the category alongside him. Best Director is never an award given by emotion – the acting categories are. The people voting for Best Director keep their head in the game and they reward an achievement that blows them away. Martin Scorsese had to direct how many films before he finally nabbed a directing Oscar? Eminem and Three 6 Mafia were Oscar winners before him and if anyone was proving that “It’s hard out here for a Pimp” it was Scorsese!

I guess it really is "Hard Out Here for a Pimp" - To find a stylist that is...

I guess it really is “Hard Out Here for a Pimp” – To find a stylist that is…

Argo’s Director snub was the best thing that could have happened – it pushed people to realize how good of a film it really is. The movie came out back in October and many good films came out after it. It’s hard to remember the films from early in the season especially when you see your latest favorite movie, but this pushed Argo back into the discussion and ultimately on top of it. Whether the voters felt like they were making up for a slight or just that it was a better film than the others really doesn’t matter in the end.

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Seth MacFarlane – I really like him and thought he did a good job last night. You will never please everyone, but what demographic could he possibly have missed? Channing Tatum dancing to classics was reminiscent of the Golden Age of Hollywood and then his kvetching about the waxing challenges pretty much covered both the seniors and the teen/tween set at the same time. Seth McFarlane’s Ted and he bringing college students to hand out trophies covered that age group; Argo hit the baby boomers and anyone just under their age bracket who can remember the Hostage crisis happening in their youths. Throw in The Avengers to get the nerds all riled up and you’ve got a truly universal show.  The absolute only bracket not represented or being targeted were the nursing toddlers and Anne Hathaway’s dress certainly “aimed to please” them as well.

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All said, MacFarlane was funny, pushed a little too far at times (Free Don Cheadle anyone?) yet did what a good host does – he hosted. The problem in the past has always been that you can tell the host is having less fun than the plumber called in to fix the lobby bathroom flood in the theatre last night, yet he was having a blast. And he was present and accounted for through the show. The bits felt like they were a constant stream and there was an even flow through the show. All too often, the host delivers his intro and is only seen sporadically throughout the rest of the night. If I had a lisp I’d say “Seth was the betht” just to confuse people; he really was good.

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Can we talk about Quentin Tarantino? What the hell happened to him last night? He looked like Matthew McConaughey after he was beaten and sodomized in The Paperboy. Rest assured, that is the only mention you’ll ever hear of The Paperboy in a conversation about the Academy Awards, but I hope his Oscar came with a matching rape whistle in case those guys come back to finish the job on him. In all seriousness, he is such a huge movie fan and this is Hollywood’s big night – he needs to clean up his act! There is a certain amount of reverence that should be paid and it’s not showing off your originality to look like a slob – it’s disrespectful. I will not get into my diatribe about the way long hair looks on men either, but where are the grooming standards? If you look like Gandalf the Wizard and it’s not part of a costume, the joke isn’t on us buddy!

The path to peace actually starts with a brush!

The path to peace actually starts with a brush!

I just wanna get something else out of the way since I’m now worked up; no one should ever be played off that stage and I don’t care if they ramble on like a yenta. This is the Academy Awards! The Academy Awards people! It is literally, the culmination of an artist’s blood, sweat, hopes, desires, and tears. All the joys and struggles of most of these people’s entire career has led them to this fated night and if by chance they hear their name called – let them speak. The producers carelessly start the Jaws theme to drown them out, for what though? To make time for that way-too-long intro? Another song by the host? A musical number having nothing to do with this year’s nominated films? Catherine Zeta Jones: you’re hot baby, but I’m talking to you! (True story – I actually saw her in person a few months ago. She was about three feet from me and I volunteered to brush her hair – She’s very hot! Trust me, it wasn’t as weird as that just sounded)

Show me crazy eyes!

Show me crazy eyes!

Did you cut winners off to leave time enough to have the First Lady present or Streisand sing on the show seems odd to me. I thought they were both genuine surprises in what could have been a routine night and Streisand’s was a touching goodbye to a dear friend, but come on. I would have rather those people get the chance to finish their speeches instead. What would have been the worst that could have happened if they went on for a few more seconds? The show was already running late – so what? This is Hollywood’s biggest night of the year and if it runs late, it runs late. If you’re watching and you have to get up early for work the next day, Tivo it and go to bed. For those who are like me and sit through checking off their ballots at home to keep track of how many they got right compared to the picks on their dog’s ballot – don’t judge me – we’d be up until the next morning if the show was still going…

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This night is the celebration of some really amazing performances and movies from the year: The Impossible – My God, Naomi Watts is really amazing. I still can’t even talk about the movie because I have never gotten so emotional and cried like that as an adult in a theatre. Picture me sitting there by myself starting to cry and then throwing up shortly after the first wave hit (In my defense, I did have the flu as well as motion sickness from the first thirty minutes) and then crying intermittently for the next hour and a half. That movie took a hold of me and just threw me through the ringer emotionally as if I was in the water with Naomi. Ewan McGregor was absolutely heart-breaking and when he called his Father-in-law, I wept like Anne Hathaway getting her mane scalped while dreaming her dream.

Zero Dark Thirty actually took over my body and my breathing and my heart and left me speechless. Silver Linings Playbook was touching and surprising and charming and cray cray and Jennifer Lawrence is just priceless. Searching for Sugar Man was just the most amazing experience and I cannot remember the last time I finished the credits and said “I need to see that again right now.” The Inside War was devastating and I dares you to watch and not feel rage against a system could work like this and allow these atrocities to happen for so long.

BEST DOCUMENTARY EVER - no further text needed!

BEST DOCUMENTARY EVER – no further text needed!

I didn’t care for the film overall, but if you told me that The Master was Joaquin Pheonix’s real life documentary, not I’m Still Here, I’d believe it – he was cray cray, but wow is he talented. I loved Frankenweenie and Wreck it Ralph had everything except for a Mr. Do cameo…Moonrise Kingdom was such a charming little story and Chasing Ice was eye-opening and relevant and moving, yet no one has heard of it and that’s shameful!

So as my time with Oscar rounds to a close, no one is more relieved than my wife. I head out at all hours of the night seeing the last showing in all types of weather. If 53 films were nominated, I must have seen over 100 contenders preparing for the nominations…This was never an issue before we had kids, but you try explaining to a three year old that you don’t want to get up and take him to soccer because you didn’t get to bed until almost 2:30 AM. Is he empathetic to your Oscar viewing plight? Does he really care that I went to see Les Miserables’s last showing of the night and it’s a really long movie? No, he wants to go to soccer and onwards we go…in a way, it’s always sad to see Oscar Season end, but I look forward to the new movies that will blow me away as I’ll be starting up all over again a few months.

Years after the Cold War thawed, Air Raid Drills were still nabbing casualties

cause and effect

People, let’s talk about cause and effect! This story doesn’t end well for a certain little girl with Leukemia, but I’m not the one to blame here. Leukemia isn’t even the one to blame here. Like many others here on this site, this particular story doesn’t paint me in a very good light, but I’m willing to risk that to get right up on my soapbox and tell you about the effect Air Raid drills had on the children of America. (If you don’t know what an Air Raid drill is and never had to duck and cover read this LINK HERE before you go any further or I’ll just sound crazier than I normally do).

Air Raid

My being a neurotic mess didn’t happen overnight; I was the only newborn in the maternity ward kvetching over the fold in my swaddled blanket – Why does my blanket have stripes – he’s got one that’s plain blue, why can’t I get plain blue? Why did he get a second tuck? When is that nurse gonna start warming her hands before she changes me…But this isn’t about a newborn – fast forward to that neurotic mess as a teenager…

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My friend MariaElaina was like my partner in crime. If there was a box of Entemann’s cookies in my hand, her hand was covered in crumbs as well. If there was a sixty-five year old woman to play cards with, she was right there shuffling the cards while the old bag cheated us for pennies…If she had a flour baby in Health Class and mistakenly let me babysit, I was the one that got it kidnapped…As with everyone, High School can be tough – so we used to combat that by cutting classes and attending the other person’s class with them to make it bearable.

MariaElaina was enrolled in a vocational program that was teaching her practical skills to become a dental hygienist and so for half the school day, she was bussed over to a satellite school for the program. It was career and technical programs, so you only went there if you were enrolled in one. Always up for a road trip, I ditched my classes for the day and got on the bus with her to learn the tricks of the dental hygentistry trade. The bus ride over was about twenty five minutes to a half hour and without incident. I had never been there before, so it was fun to see the facility and get out of my school for the day.

dental hygenist

We went into her classroom after arriving and were stoked to see that it was a substitute teacher for the day. Now we figured that there wouldn’t be anyone the wiser for me being there when I wasn’t supposed to. Little did I know…

Of course, all the kids were fooling around and being High School kids as the Substitute took attendance. We figured that if I just didn’t answer she wouldn’t know anything; we were all just standing around anyway so she wouldn’t realize I was extra. As MariaElaina and I were chatting it up, I was starting to get a headache from my eyeglasses so I took them off and held them in my hand. One of her classmates started over towards us and I couldn’t help but squint and stare because I didn’t have my glasses on but that girl was obviously sick. She wasn’t walking okay and she was literally the palest person I have ever seen in my life. Translucent if you will. Knowing I cannot be trusted to not say dumb things, MariaElaina tried to blow her off and get her away from us as soon as possible, but the girl couldn’t take a hint. She kept talking to us and asking questions: Are you interested in dental hygentistry? Is that why you’re here with us today? It was almost as if I was all of a sudden going to don a pair of rubber gloves and ask to scrub in…

As we were talking, we were standing in the doorway of the classroom. MariaElaina and I were in the room and Leukemia Girl (I call her that because she had Leukemia and quite honestly, I can’t remember her name) had her back to the doorway facing us. As Leukemia Girl was overstaying her welcome and ignoring my confused stares, there was a random girl passing by the open doorway of our classroom. I gave it no notice until another girl about a minute later started down the same hallway screaming out to her. I will swear until the day that I die that she screamed “AIR RAID” and not “ADRIAN” to the girl that passed by before her, but I have been told repeatedly since then that I am mistaken. I don’t know if it was my late 1970’s grade school training to move fast to duck & cover in the hallway, but I hit the Holy Shit button big time and freaked the freak out! It was almost as if a bolt of lightning shot right into me and my body jerked into action mid-conversation. Thinking back about it, I can see it in my mind in slow-motion: me screaming at the top of my lungs “AIR RAID!!!AIR RAID!!!” and then proceeding to throw my eyeglasses out of my hand like a World Series Pitcher and then those airborne eyeglasses smacking right into the young lady with Leukemia Girl’s forehead with a thud resulting in her first bruise of the day and then me bum-rushing for the door screaming “AIR RAID!!!AIR RAID!!!” as I knocked her out of the way and onto the floor in order to get into the hallway and down on all fours with my hands covering my neck.

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Needless to say, since this wasn’t an actual drill – no one else took part in the safety precautions and just stared in disbelief at first, then disgust as I accidentally assaulted the girl with Leukemia. As I lay there crouched on the floor, she was writhing in pain on her back like a turtle turned upside down and carrying on like she had been shot…

MariaElaina was, of course, laughing hysterically and rolling on the floor as the substitute teacher shot up like a rocket screaming. She made sure Leukemia Girl still had a pulse and had someone was take her to the nurse and then turned on me: “What is wrong with you? Come with me – You’re going to the Principal right now!”

“The principal? I don’t even go here…” it slipped out before I could even hold it back…MariaElaina looked like she was about to wet herself right there. Tears streaming down her face and just bellowing. Her laughing wasn’t helping because it always made me laugh even harder and this was no exception. I was escorted to the front door and told to leave immediately.

“But I don’t even know where we are? How am I going to get back? I took the bus here – is there another one going back to the High School?”

“There’s another bus in in two hours when classes are over for the day – but you can’t wait in here.”

Guess who had to sit outside the front of the building for two hours and wait for the bus as MariaElaina and the kids in her class looked out the window hysterical laughing at him? Did I forget to mention that it was raining and I didn’t have an umbrella or even a coat on?  I didn’t really mind it and it wasn’t so bad until the girl with Leukemia popped her bruised head into the window and proceeded to give me the finger…I was literally sitting out there on a cold slab of concrete they were calling a bench for two hours soaking wet and laughing to myself like a psycho at the absurdity of it all.

I guess I did kind of deserve that one...

I guess I did kind of deserve that one…

I’m not saying she was milking it or wasn’t really hurt, but come on – it’s not like I was a linebacker. Even though she was sickly and paper thin, she still definitely had more muscle tone than me and they were eyeglasses that I hit her with – not nunchucks!

If you’re wondering the lesson I learned from that – it’s obviously that the Air Raid drills work because I have literally been in a house on fire twice and didn’t move that quick but you mention Air Raid and I’m off like a prom dress…

prom dress