Archive for June, 2007

Portrait of the artist with a curling iron

Friday, June 29th, 2007

A voltage surge in a Prague hotel room destroyed a photographic masterpiece yesterday. The photograph, titled “Bald Man Using a Curling Iron in the Mardi Gras Club Dressing Room,” was the groundbreaking work of photo-musicologist Robert d’Jayspoz. It was widely regarded as the finest example of modern American cellphone photography.

“The Bald Man” toured extensively this spring, receiving accolades in art salons from Western Massachusetts to Eastern Europe. Wherever it was shown, exhibit-goers asked, “Who is this enigmatic bald man? Did he borrow the curling iron from one of the naked women seated at his makeup table? Does he look drunk, or is it just me? Why does a bald man need a curling iron, anyway?” Exhibit-goers asked these questions because great art inspires ordinary people to ask extraordinary questions . . . four extraordinary questions, to be exact.

Although “The Bald Man” won great popular and critical acclaim, a handful of critics remained stubbornly unimpressed. Pierre du Grandpantaloon, art critic for Le Journal Damné, wrote, “It was thoughtful of the artist to display his photograph on a tiny cellphone screen. The smaller this picture is, the better it looks.” Rolf von Rübe of Decorative Times Deutschland was equally harsh. He said, “The portrait of the bald man speaks poignantly of the human condition. It says, ‘this human is in a drunken condition.’”

“Bald Man Using a Curling Iron in the Mardi Gras Club Dressing Room” was scheduled to return to the United States this week. After closing the show in Prague, there was to be a brief Photo Display Phone (PDP) recharge period, and then a big Finnish finish in Finland. But things did not go as planned. Last Monday, in Room 162 of the Hotel Ambassador Prague, the unthinkable happened. While preparing for a night out in Wenceslas Square, the curator of the “Bald Man” exhibit plugged a 12 zillion watt American hairdryer and the PDP into adjacent 220v European wall sockets. The result was disastrous. The hairdryer, the phone and a nearby mini-bar were all reduced to smoldering lumps of metal and plastic.

On top of all that, the curator had to go outside with wet hair. It was a bummer for all concerned. At press time, Mr. d’Jayspoz could not be reached comment. No re-shoot is scheduled at this time.

Baby clothes for adults?

Tuesday, June 19th, 2007

Babies have simpler clothing choices than adults do. Every day, it’s either the terry cloth bathrobe-hoodie or the little suit with built-in booties. Man, I miss those days.

Few adults dare to wear the bathrobe-hoodie outside of the bathroom. Boxers wear them on the job, and wrestlers do too, and they both get their asses kicked on a regular basis. That’s not much of an incentive for aspiring bathrobe fashionistas.

Oop, hang on for a second . . . yes, yes, okay, got it . . . my research assistant says that the footed suits are called “footies.” Duh. We’re still researching the correct baby-talk name for “bathrobe-hoodie.” My money is on “boodie.”

So, what if an adult wants to purchase some pants with built-in boots? What’s available in the marketplace? Two words — Hip waders. Unlike baby footies, hip waders are durable and waterproof, but their bulkiness and camouflage motif make them unsuitable for business meetings, aerobic exercise, casual dinner dates or activities not involving trout.

Of all the adult clothing options, the “union suit” is probably most like baby clothing. True, the union suit is bootless and hoodless, but it has an assflap. If you prefer to take a dump without dropping your pants, then the assflap is for you. And If you’re a Porn star, then the assflap will make your job much, much easier. Just drop the hatch and climb on board. Yee haw!

Word of the day #2

Wednesday, June 13th, 2007

Lambatomy — the forbidden dance of lobe.

Menu for Politburo reunion dinner

Monday, June 11th, 2007

Borscht Yeltsin
Gorbachov Suey
Lenin Meringue Pie
Molotov cocktails

Putin your orders early!

Memo

Wednesday, June 6th, 2007

Attention BlogCo employees. Senior management (me) has disallowed comments on a few posts which seem to be spam magnets. These are older posts, and you probably wouldn’t have noticed the change if I hadn’t mentioned it, but if I hadn’t mentioned it, you most certainly would have noticed, and you would have been really pissed at senior management (also me). That’s why I told you.

Okay, get back to work.

Jedi Love

Saturday, June 2nd, 2007

Sung to the tune of Muskrat Love

Jedi, Jedi, so obscene
Down on Naboo, spankin’ the queen
Hey, why not?
Queen Padme is hot!

Padme and Anakin roll in the hay
Anakin says, “it’s time to play
I’ll work later
Then I’ll become Darth Vader”

[Chorus]
And they screw while Old Ben fights with Jango
They do the Naboo Wango Tango
They get it on in Padme’s bath tub
Looks like Jedi love

Jedi Anakin, Jedi Ben
Ben fights the Sith lords
While Anakin and his missus
exchange Force kisses

Ben calls Anakin, pleading for help
“Rescue me, Annie, you ungrateful whelp!”
But the call fails
And Ben is routed to voicemail

[Chorus]
And the dark side makes Anakin cuckoo
He gives his right arm to Count Dooku
He puts on Michael Jackson’s spare glove
and looks for Jedi love

When Jedi Anakin swings his light saber
Former Queen Padme goes into labor
That’s how it begins
In Part IV they’ll have twins

One night, Anakin starts killing Jedi
When he stops, the temple’s littered with dead guys
Annie’s pissed
about the few he missed

[Chorus]
And Anakin’s bigger than the Hoff
Until his friend Ben cuts his legs off
Looks like Annie’s had enough
No more Jedi love

Jedi Anakin, rebuilt by Palpatine,
Decides it’s time to hit the bar scene
“Scotch and soda!
Hey, who the hell’s Yoda?”

Palpatine captures some hookers from Venus
Anakin pokes them with his prosthetic penis
He’s a meanie
with a huge Tatooweenie

[Chorus]
And Anakin thinks with his penis
It’s a one-eyed Jedi genius
Darth Dick is master of . . .
Dark side Jedi luh-uh-uh-uh-uv

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