Author: Jason

When you have a tribute band it’s important to have a clever name like Bobby Knight Ranger. It also helps if you incorporate the name of a song, like the all-female AC/DC cover band, Hells Belles. So I’ve spent time thinking about both which bands I would honor with a tribute band, and what I would call said tribute band. I amused myself with a Clash tribute band I would call The Clash City Mockers. I was a little too proud of myself at the time when I thought of that. I could probably do better. After I check out some Friday links I’ll attempt other names. Also, I’d like to hear what band you would cover and what your tribute band name would be.

Continue reading “Happy Friday: Overpowered by Funk”

There’s an episode of Friends where Helen Hunt and Leila Kenzle show up at Central Perk as their characters from Mad About You and mistake Phoebe for Ursula who exists in the Mad About You world. Assuming one twin is the other I have no problem with. What bothers me is they try to order from Phoebe/Ursula. Instead of thinking that Ursula could just be enjoying a cup of coffee at a coffee shop, they quickly assume she works there. Why? There’s nothing to indicate she’s working there. They just know she works at that other restaurant so they assume she works at this place too. They operate under the notion that anyone who waitresses never goes anywhere to eat or drink. This is akin to when children believe their teachers live at the school. This scene has always bothered me for this reason. A rare misstep for normally strong writing team. But it’s Friday which means time for links and no time to worry about how Mad About You sucks.

Continue reading “Happy Friday: Check the Rhime”

I used to have these basketball shorts that were a baby blue color. I was wearing them around the hotel room in Vegas with Jon after a night of drinking and he asked if they were University of North Carolina shorts. In a raspy, groggy voice I said the only thing my dehydrated mind could muster, “Go Tar Heels.” Much to Jon’s delight. I have no affiliation or any real reason for liking UNC, but this was a wonderful moment and memory, so every year around this time I can’t help but root for them. I pick them to win it in every bracket I don’t fill out. So let the madness begin, or whatever. Go basketball? I don’t care.

Continue reading “Happy Friday: The Irish Rover”

I often think about having super powers. I think for the most part I would use such a gift for good. Maybe not at first, but eventually. I say for the most part because I am almost certain if I had big retractable claws like Wolverine I would often find myself just slashing the faces of people who super annoy me. I would have lost my job several times over because of how many of those faces would have felt my wrath. I know I would not be able to control myself. But if we’re being honest, my clumsy dumbass would have sliced my own face off immediately. I’m not the type of person who should be endowed with such responsibilities as super powers. I’m barely fit to handle the responsibility of running a blog. Speaking of which, here are your Friday links.

Continue reading “Happy Friday: Push It To the Limit”

Like many people my age, the week was spent getting reacquainted with old, familiar friends, just around the bend. Yes, I went maximum effort Gibbler Style and watched Fuller House. And have had at least 5 different conversations with Jon and Jamie about the show. Oh. My. Lanta. The first episode was rough, but after that I really started to enjoy it. I hate myself a little for that, but whatever, there are worse things. Like all the weekdays that aren’t Friday. But luckily we got past all those and found the light waiting to carry us home. Ok, I’ll cut. It. Out. And get to the links.

Continue reading “Happy Friday: Everywhere You Look”

“From city to city, coast II coast, Friday night is the night they like to party the most (all night, y’all.)” While these immortal words from Tha Alkaholiks may be true in your twenties, it’s hardly the case when you’re 33 and all your friends have kids. But it is still Friday, and we still want to have fun. So we will party in a more responsible and reasonable adult way: by wasting company time looking at unrelated web links. Crazy, I know. But Lodi Dodi, we likes to party. I’m sorry, I have been listening to hip-hop almost exclusively this week. So, here we go, yo; here we go, yo. What’s the, what’s the, what’s the scenario?

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Continue reading “Happy Friday: Shimmy Shimmy Ya”

From what I understand about prison (based on TV and movies) is the people in charge aren’t supposed to let you die until it’s time for your execution, if you’re on death row. I’ve also been led to believe there is a last meal, but that may actually be false. Well, I mean technically there’s a last meal, there’s always a last meal. But how much time exists between this last meal and the execution? And what happens if you order something you’re deathly allergic to? Like anaphylactic shock type allergy? If you’re going to the chair in like 4 hours, but that peanut sauce is doing the job early, are they going to slam that EpiPen into your thigh? Maybe this is why they don’t actually do special order last meals. It’s definitely why you shouldn’t ask what I’m thinking. It’s just stupid questions about unimportant shit. If I had a food allergy I would include it in my last meal just to see what I had been missing out on. It must be Friday, because I’m rambling. Let’s try to quell this word vomit with some links.

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Continue reading “Happy Friday: Colossal Youth”