So it’s been a while
Hi ya’ll. I have been painfully neglecting my duties as an amateur/expert/goddess of blogging.
I have a lot of stories that I’m polishing now. Will post soon.
Topics include but are not limited to:
- A baby shower that had a taxidermy theme and barrel of fire outside
- Accidentally sexually harassing a trainer at my gym
- Attempting to bake cinnamon bread and ending up with Gak. (Do you guys remember Gak from the 90’s?? That stuff was the shit!)
Love and kisses,
A
Car Flirting will F**king Kill You
Disclaimer: If you are already a terrible driver or are newly licensed, the following tips are NOT intended for your use on the roadways. You would probably clip or kill someone like me and that would suck.
So I live in Atlanta (as the title of this blog asserts.) Atlanta is known for its terrible traffic. Every year this city lands itself in the top ten for being the worst in congestion, and by and far I’d say that’s accurate. Although when I bring that up to anyone who lives in ANY other city, they will always argue how their city is the actually worst. As if it’s some sort of traffic-penis measuring contest. Here’s a truth bomb: I don’t care about how you got stuck on the I 85 for 2 hours, I’m pissed you interrupted my story about how I thought I saw Jason Bateman sitting in traffic next to me . I suppose what this pissing contest indicates is that we live in a world where traffic and long commutes are more common than not. They can be stressful and something must be done to alleviate this terrible dilemma we now find ourselves in.
Never fear, I have created a list of 5 techniques you can use in your own car to ease your traffic woes:
- The Somber Music Video
This particular technique works the best if it is raining, but it doesn’t have to be. The idea is to put on a serious or sad song and pretend like you’re in a music video whilst looking out your window. Hand gestures are particularly important, I like to take the back of my hand and slowly slide it down my driver’s side window for effect. If you can do this while sitting at a stoplight and staring directly at the person stopped next to you, extra points.
Suggested Songs:
Kiss From a Rose, Seal
Everybody Hurts, R.E.M.
Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth, Primitive Radio Gods
*Any song by the Weepies*
2. The Celebrity Interview
In my city there are a number of morning radio shows to choose from. (I don’t suggest listening to one unless you are forced to by someone sitting in your car with a white hot cow brander pointed at your temple) I’ll say with the utmost certainty that the people who host these shows are the most obnoxious type of person you can encounter. There is one particular morning show here that is massively popular, and the people that host it are terrible garbage people who pander to their audience by spouting off opinions (most likely not theirs at all) that are meant to drum up shouting phone calls. I want to kick them in their faces. However, they do get some good celebs on the show.
For this tip, all you have to do is answer the questions the morning DJ’s ask the celeb they have in studio. The more boring the celeb the better. Here’s an example of how this becomes fun:
Awful Morning DJ to Simon Cowell: So Simon, what are you up in your free time when X factor isn’t filming?
Your doctored Simon Cowell answer: Well I’m trying to stage a comeback for roller blading, so I held an event in London last week called the Roller Balls. No one showed up except for Paula Abdul, so we decided to do whip-it’s in a dumpster nearby.
See, isn’t he much more interesting now? Suddenly, you have a new source of gossip!
Suggested boring celebs to answer for:
Gwenyth Paltrow
Tobey Maguire
January Jones
Spice it up people.
3.The Song Writer
With music becoming more homogenized these days, listening to new songs can become confusing. Are you listening to the same songs over and over again? Kind of. The differences between modern day manufactured artists are minimal, so I say mix it up and put in your own flare with new song lyrics!
Example
My Version of Carly Rae Jensen’s, Call Me Maybe chorus:
Hey I just met you
And this is crazy
But the number you gave me at the bar didn’t work
So I followed you home
And climbed in your window
Wow. Who knew Carly was so fucked up? I did. I knew she was.
4. The Car Dancer
Here is where my disclaimer at the top really comes into play, because this tip requires the most movement. This one is a dance. First you must select awesome tunes to shake your thang to.
The dance starts in your shoulders, to the beat: Up down Up down
Then get a chin nod going. (Beware of duckface so keep those lips in control)
Now is where it gets sexual. Throw an occasional belly roll in the mix. If you can’t do a belly roll just hump your seat, it basically looks the same.
There, now you’re having fun AND you’re burning calories! One thing though, do not dance with your right leg. You need it to push the accelerated and more importantly the brakes. Never forget this!
Suggested Dance music:
Good Vibrations, Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch
Loud Pipes, Ratatat
1940, The Submarines
*Anything song off of the original Jock Jams CD*
5. The Pale Thigh Driver
This final tip is only for use when you have an exceptionally terrible commute or road trip ahead of you.
Drive. Without. Pants.
That’s right, take off those britches/jeans/jeggings (weirdo) and get comfortable, it is going to be a long ride. The no-pants technique works because of all the extra sensation you get that you normally do not feel when you’re constricted to the social norm of lower body garments. It works best if you have a leather interior. Puttin’ skin on skin baby!
So there you have it, those are my tips for staying sane on the road. I’m not saying these tricks are the definitive way to keep yourself amused, but they certainly work for me.
I will leave you with one final nugget of car wisdom that I feel very passionate about. Do not car flirt. By this I mean making eyes, blowing kisses, or air humping to other vehicles around you. I never condone this and don’t do it because of this:
I have a friend Polly* who is a serial car-flirter. I was riding in her car one day, and we were stopped next to a fellow in a rust bucket that looked like it was a Buick and Cadillac welded together. She turned to me and said, “Watch this” and proceeded to blow kisses and yell things like “Heeeey.” (She somehow made ‘Hey’ three syllables.) This elicited an excited bunch of whistles and engine revving from the rust bucket driver who looked like Sling blade. I freaked the fuck out! Sure, in Polly’s mind this was all in fun, but that dude was probably a serial-killer-rapist-baby puncher. I knew he was going to kill us. He was going to follow us home and make a quilt with our hides. The car flirting continued on for what seemed like 30 minutes, I don’t really know I think I blacked out, and yes he did follow her car for 17 agonizing miles.
And then he killed Polly.
Ok no he didn’t, but don’t do that people. You’ll get yourself killed!
Also car flirting puts out a whore-y vibe from your car and no amount of sage burning gets rid of that.
Happy driving folks!
**Name changed to protect the insane
If you think of other somber songs, dancing songs, or celebs you want included tweet me @OdetoFunny
Tell Tail Signs of the Apocalpyse
So there is a lot of hub-bub over this year being 2012, and the predictions of the End of the World. Most notably, the Ancient Mayan calendar explicitly dictates that the end of the world will come on December 21, 2012. The calendar moves in a mathematically linear format that coincide with the movement of the stars; ticking the ages by until it reaches this year.
Apocalypse fanatics now have a calendar to clench onto to tout their crazy, and this year is ripe for more weirdos to come out of the woodwork. Remember that dude Harry Camping, the self- taught internet and radio preacher, who predicted that the world would end on May 21, 2011? Yes, there will be more of those. Which really is just comedy writing itself.
I will say I am a complete skeptic on this whole issue. I don’t think that the annihilation of the entire human race will come in one Michael Bay-esqe explosion. I thoroughly am enjoying scoffing at people holding signs on the side walk screaming “Repent.”
I do, however, realize everything has a beginning and an end, I just think it will be more organic and gradual than the fantastical musings of crazy people on the internet.
I am sure.
Or I was until I saw this. I stumbled across this company and its goods recently, and its been haunting me ever since.
The company Kigu creates tails for people to wear casually under “Smart sports jackets” out in everyday waking life. (You can check out the rest of their stuff at www.kigu.co.uk but I will judge you for it) Now when I first encountered this I was mortified that it may be an American company, but no this organization is English, so this one is on you, United Kingdom. Wearing tails is not a new thing. Children (at Halloween) and the Japanese rock them daily (no disrespect but I do not understand their culture) . Surely, however it must be a sign of the end of ages when this kind of couture is commonplace??!?
Here is the description for the “Fox Tail.”
The Fox Tail by TellTails is luxuriously bushy and soft to the touch. Ideal for distinguished gents and ladies alike, it really does look smashing under a smart jacket. Having said that, stick it on with a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and you’ll look pretty dapper too! It attaches to the body with a comfortable, elasticated waistband.
It’s the end of the God damned world people.
So I leave you all to absorb this realization. I’ve got to work on a bucket list, and see if I can somehow manage to seduce my childhood crush Devon Sawa between now and December 21st. Lunch sounds good too, I have got to stand up from my desk and office chair, my dinosaur tail is chaffing like crazy.
The Dead Rabbit Story
Sometimes there are stories that stick with you forever. They seep in through your pores changing everything they encounter profoundly on their way to your darkest depth. I was told one such story at a wedding that deserves to be shared. It’s about a dead rabbit. (Stick with me on this one)
In June of 2010, I went to an amazing wedding in Mexico. I was there with my great friend Sabrina as her plus one (not in that way you pervs.) The resort was beautiful and also it was all-inclusive with swim-up bars so there was no lacking for shenanigans to be had. I didn’t really know anyone besides Sabrina, but the bride and groom’s families were awesome and super welcoming so I never felt like a stranger. The actual ceremony was on the beach, and I cried in a way that you would make you assume I knew everyone well. I didn’t, but for some reason if I see a groom tear up I will full on ugly-face cry at anyone’s nuptials.
During the reception the maid of honor gave the obligatory speech toasting the new couple. Her speech was touching and very serious. I tried my best to look the part of the serious guest. And I really did appreciate being privy to the intimate family moment. I’ll say this however; I’m not good at heavy stuff. In fact, I can only take it in small doses and even then I’m fighting back a wild urge to change the mood with some choice dick jokes. I digress because after that the bride’s uncle Ted stood up and told us this little nugget of a story:
Uncle Ted (who is also Scottish making the story more hilarious with his accent) began by telling us that his story is about his neighbor who is a doctor. This neighbor, who I will call Dr. N[eighbor], was sitting on his porch after work relaxing when his golden retriever came running up to him with a white rabbit in his mouth, and it was dead. He recognized it immediately as his neighbor’s pet rabbit Mr.Fluffy. The neighboring family that lived next door to him had even built an entire hutch in their back yard for Mr. Fluffy to live in, and Dr. N knew he was SOL at the moment.
He gathered Mr. Fluffy from his dog and took it to his shed. From there Dr. N brushed out his fur and stitched him up where he had holes. (Gross) Dutifully making him look presentable. Then instead of telling his neighbor what had happened Dr. N snuck onto his neighbor’s property and stuck Mr. Fluffy back in his rabbit hutch without a word.
A few weeks past, and Uncle Ted told us that Dr. N knew he was in the clear. That’s why he accepted an invitation to have drinks with the couple next door, formerly Mr.Fluffy’s family. While they were drinking the neighbor said that some weird things had been happening. Dr. N asked him, as casually as he could manage what “weird things” were going on his neighbor told him that a few weeks earlier their pet rabbit had died.
They had the talk with their kids about how their pet had gone to heaven and then they buried him.
The following day they had found Mr.Fluffy BACK IN HIS CAGE.
All cleaned up.
The day after they had the “Mr. Fluffy went to Jesus” talk with the kiddos, and then buried him in the backyard.
The dog had dug up an already dead rabbit and Dr. N had unwittingly gone all Pet Cemetery on the poor bastard’s body before smuggling it back onto his neighbors’ property and chucking it back into its hutch.
Friends, I laughed for the rest of the time I was in Mexico about this. Sabrina and I made up added on endings about how the neighbors decided in order to keep Mr. Fluffy from coming back they would put tiny cement shoes on him and chuck him into the nearest lake.
I don’t know if this recollection of Uncle Ted’s story will ever do it justice, but I did ask him the day after the wedding:
“Ted did the Doctor ever tell his neighbor about how it was him that put Mr. Fluffy back in the hutch?”
“No, no he never did.”