Ooh that smell
So I guess you heard about the big cloud of gassy shit that was hovering over our city this morning. I assume it was an Al Qaeda practice run of some kind. Pete has a more intelligent interpretation. I will only say this: Mayor Bloomberg, FBI, NYPD, federal government, special task force, Mod Squad, Officer Krupke, Bell Biv DeVoe -- I don't care who gets assigned to this case -- just hear me out. Don't take anything you get from the people you are interrogating at face value. In cases like these, it's perfectly plausible that whoever denied it may very well also have supplied it.
Seeing Pete's prediction up on the 'ol Bungle reminds me that there used to be an ol' Bungle. I enjoy the ease of working on this new Bungle so much that I had almost forgotten there was ever another way. Do you miss it? You miss it, don't you Pookie? Maybe we'll cue that shit up again if we can find a reason.
Opinion: in an era of ill-fitting shorts, Cedric Maxwell's may have been the ill-fittingest.
Oh, and there's something I've been meaning to say for a long time. Maybe I've said it already.
I hate Sarah Silverman.
In fact, all the things that you probably love about her are the things I hate the most.
I don't think she's funny.
I don't think she's "hot" -- not that it matters but I always hear dudes saying she's "hot." No. Not hot.
I think she's mean-spirited. And not particularly creative about it.
I think that the only reason she has any significance whatsoever, the only reason she occupies even one shady corner of the cultural landscape, is that she's reasonably decent-looking and she says wildly inappropriate things. Some men apparently find this combination irresistible.
Not me. I think she sucks. I wish her career harm. And I feel the same way about Jimmy Kimmel. He's a big turd.
I haven't seen her movie, nor will I watch her lameass new TV show. But I have seen plenty of her act and I find it to be quite shitty.
Thank you.
Just a couple more things and then it's bedtime for Bungo. One, I was listening to the iPod today and I came across a real gem that I didn't realize I had. First, a disclaimer from our disclaimer department. If you are not into Bruce Springsteen, particularly Early Bruce when he was cramming a bunch of hokey rhymes into every line in an attempt to be poetic or Dylanesque or whatever, when the songs had corny titles that sounded like they were made up by a 6th grader, like Mary Queen of Arkansas or Balboa vs. The Earth Slayer, when the whole deal was earnest and emotional and a little bit embarrassing, you probably won't like this one. But I eat that shit up. And I like the delivery by this Allan Clarke dude -- sounds like Mott the Hoople or David Bowie with an American twist. Enjoy: If I Was the Priest.
I know I promised some more California Hoop action. Now I am delivering. I figure that watching video of mellow one on one games on quiet Orange County basketball courts is of interest to at least two people: those two people who are playing. The rest of you fall into three categories:
-Still highly interested, highly interested enough to wait for the huge, full-res version of our first game to download to their computer (240MB): this group reprsents about .0000007 % of the universe, I'm guessing.
-Not that interested, but bored as hell at work, and willing to watch a compressed, YouTubed version of the file to pass two minutes and change and get a little closer to punchout time. Here you go:
-Completely uninterested, and would rather watch video of The Replacements performing "Talent Show" on some awards show that they didn't belong on in 1989. They agreed to have the line "We're feeling good from the pills we took" bleeped, but then decided to have a little fun afterwards. Check out the end with Matt Dillon delivering props while everyone else applauds politely.
For those of you who watched the hoops video all the way through, feel free to drop some feedback on the production values/basketball action. Here are my own thoughts:
-I don't think either of our feet ever got more than eight inches off the ground.
-If you downloaded the full-res version, you can slo-mo back and forth with the arrow keys to soak in all the glorious action.
-I think my right knee, the one I had 'scoped in 2000 after Big Jim Lang used me like a mule as he departed the Bronnix, is done. It just sort of sits there.
-My overall physique is spectacular -- comparable maybe to Bill Parcells or Charlie Weis. A football coach look. I just need some new shorts.
-The video is heartbreaking, but it could have been worse if we left in the missed shots.
-What would you like to see in the next video? Music ("Old Man" by Neil Young comes to mind)? Commentary? We also shot some rather hi-larious cutaway footage that we can put in there.
-My opponent, who wishes to remain nameless, will appear in future videos as well.
And you like bar pics? Here are some more bar pics from a couple weeks back:
PBdotC looking devilishly content, as if he's about to hit it big in the stock market:
The typical Graffiti Bridge and Tunnel Crowd.
I'm so sick of papparazzi.
Friends with benefits:
Only 60 beers behind Wade Boggs:
If you made it this far and you can tell me wheredat in the picture on top of the post, help yourself to 12 GP's.
Seeing Pete's prediction up on the 'ol Bungle reminds me that there used to be an ol' Bungle. I enjoy the ease of working on this new Bungle so much that I had almost forgotten there was ever another way. Do you miss it? You miss it, don't you Pookie? Maybe we'll cue that shit up again if we can find a reason.Opinion: in an era of ill-fitting shorts, Cedric Maxwell's may have been the ill-fittingest.
Oh, and there's something I've been meaning to say for a long time. Maybe I've said it already.
I hate Sarah Silverman.
In fact, all the things that you probably love about her are the things I hate the most.
I don't think she's funny.
I don't think she's "hot" -- not that it matters but I always hear dudes saying she's "hot." No. Not hot.
I think she's mean-spirited. And not particularly creative about it.
I think that the only reason she has any significance whatsoever, the only reason she occupies even one shady corner of the cultural landscape, is that she's reasonably decent-looking and she says wildly inappropriate things. Some men apparently find this combination irresistible.
Not me. I think she sucks. I wish her career harm. And I feel the same way about Jimmy Kimmel. He's a big turd.
I haven't seen her movie, nor will I watch her lameass new TV show. But I have seen plenty of her act and I find it to be quite shitty.
Thank you.
Just a couple more things and then it's bedtime for Bungo. One, I was listening to the iPod today and I came across a real gem that I didn't realize I had. First, a disclaimer from our disclaimer department. If you are not into Bruce Springsteen, particularly Early Bruce when he was cramming a bunch of hokey rhymes into every line in an attempt to be poetic or Dylanesque or whatever, when the songs had corny titles that sounded like they were made up by a 6th grader, like Mary Queen of Arkansas or Balboa vs. The Earth Slayer, when the whole deal was earnest and emotional and a little bit embarrassing, you probably won't like this one. But I eat that shit up. And I like the delivery by this Allan Clarke dude -- sounds like Mott the Hoople or David Bowie with an American twist. Enjoy: If I Was the Priest.
I know I promised some more California Hoop action. Now I am delivering. I figure that watching video of mellow one on one games on quiet Orange County basketball courts is of interest to at least two people: those two people who are playing. The rest of you fall into three categories:
-Still highly interested, highly interested enough to wait for the huge, full-res version of our first game to download to their computer (240MB): this group reprsents about .0000007 % of the universe, I'm guessing.
-Not that interested, but bored as hell at work, and willing to watch a compressed, YouTubed version of the file to pass two minutes and change and get a little closer to punchout time. Here you go:
-Completely uninterested, and would rather watch video of The Replacements performing "Talent Show" on some awards show that they didn't belong on in 1989. They agreed to have the line "We're feeling good from the pills we took" bleeped, but then decided to have a little fun afterwards. Check out the end with Matt Dillon delivering props while everyone else applauds politely.
For those of you who watched the hoops video all the way through, feel free to drop some feedback on the production values/basketball action. Here are my own thoughts:
-I don't think either of our feet ever got more than eight inches off the ground.
-If you downloaded the full-res version, you can slo-mo back and forth with the arrow keys to soak in all the glorious action.
-I think my right knee, the one I had 'scoped in 2000 after Big Jim Lang used me like a mule as he departed the Bronnix, is done. It just sort of sits there.
-My overall physique is spectacular -- comparable maybe to Bill Parcells or Charlie Weis. A football coach look. I just need some new shorts.
-The video is heartbreaking, but it could have been worse if we left in the missed shots.
-What would you like to see in the next video? Music ("Old Man" by Neil Young comes to mind)? Commentary? We also shot some rather hi-larious cutaway footage that we can put in there.
-My opponent, who wishes to remain nameless, will appear in future videos as well.
And you like bar pics? Here are some more bar pics from a couple weeks back:
This was a joke we kept doing but I forgot how it goes:
PBdotC looking devilishly content, as if he's about to hit it big in the stock market:
The typical Graffiti Bridge and Tunnel Crowd.
I'm so sick of papparazzi.
Friends with benefits:
Only 60 beers behind Wade Boggs:
If you made it this far and you can tell me wheredat in the picture on top of the post, help yourself to 12 GP's.
posted by hans q. bungle at 00:18
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