26 Aug 2010 / Permalink
Post-Nup Comic 7: The Stay-At-Cave Dad
Free television idea: A sitcom about a group of stay-at-home dads. No matter what you think about the subject, that shit would be funny as hell. Judd Apatow, are you listening?At least it would be funnier than yet another video of white people rapping about white things: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DOKuSQIJlogSpeaking of which, Katharine and I will both be rapping in the next episode of Post-Nup. Gotta give the people what they want.

Post-Nup Comic 7: The Stay-At-Cave Dad


Free television idea: A sitcom about a group of stay-at-home dads. No matter what you think about the subject, that shit would be funny as hell. Judd Apatow, are you listening?

At least it would be funnier than yet another video of white people rapping about white things: 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DOKuSQIJl
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Speaking of which, Katharine and I will both be rapping in the next episode of Post-Nup. Gotta give the people what they want.

25 Aug 2010 / Permalink
Latest issue of ACK!

Here’s a situation: let’s say you’re going to Burning Man for a full week. It’s going to be 110 degrees during the day and maybe 108 at night (106 in the shade).
You have a group of 12 people, and the only food you have is a couple Twix bars and a lactating cow. Your buddy SoulFlutter (burning man name) is like, “Hell ya my spiritual brother, steak and burgers! Sun-powered BBQ!”.
But, you’re the responsible camp leader. You explain to SoulFlutter that you don’t have any refrigeration at the camp. And your people cannot live off of acid tabs and Twix bars alone.
So, you make a rule. No one eats the cow. The cow is for milk products only. SoulFlutter is like, “Oh shit! Holy cow!”. You’re like, whatever, SoulFlutter. You will take everyone out for steaks when you are back home.
How practical of you.

Latest issue of ACK!

Here’s a situation: let’s say you’re going to Burning Man for a full week. It’s going to be 110 degrees during the day and maybe 108 at night (106 in the shade).

You have a group of 12 people, and the only food you have is a couple Twix bars and a lactating cow. Your buddy SoulFlutter (burning man name) is like, “Hell ya my spiritual brother, steak and burgers! Sun-powered BBQ!”.

But, you’re the responsible camp leader. You explain to SoulFlutter that you don’t have any refrigeration at the camp. And your people cannot live off of acid tabs and Twix bars alone.

So, you make a rule. No one eats the cow. The cow is for milk products only. SoulFlutter is like, “Oh shit! Holy cow!”. You’re like, whatever, SoulFlutter. You will take everyone out for steaks when you are back home.

How practical of you.

18 Aug 2010 / Permalink
Post-Hope

Post-Hope

23 Jul 2010 / Permalink

Hari Kondabolu

2 Jul 2010 / Permalink
To illustrate the point further, if Joel Stein had just replaced Indians with African-American in his piece, ruing over the fact that his white neighborhood had been taken over by Blacks, then Time would never ever, not in a thousand years, let that get to print.

This is why Joel Stein’s piece was undeniably racist.

My Own Private Bigotry | Random Thoughts of a Demented Mind

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