A new Motorhead DVD is coming out. HOW many days until next Christmas???
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Hey, this is my 501st post to this little blog.
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I think that some voodoo woman has put a curse on me. Specifically, this curse prevents me from having a good calendar.
In ’05, I somehow ended up with a teddy bear calendar in the study at home. Yes, 12 months of posed shots featuring all sorts of stuffed critters, staring into the camera with their dead plastic eyes. Honestly, long about summer I was convinced the bears were talking to me. At least, that’s what I told the cops when I started all those fires.
So Kelli went to Barnes and Noble last night, and she said she’d get me a calendar. Hoorah! I was hoping she’d find something cool. Salma Hayek Swimsuit calendar. American League ballparks. Richard Avedon photos. Something.
She walked in with a Fantastic Four calendar, which was fine. Good art, some stuff I dug as a kid… a big improvement over the Stuffed Minions of Satan images I’d stared at for a YEAR.
And THEBOY came up and said, “Hey cool, I got a new calendar” and walked off with it.
How could I tell him the comic book calendar wasn’t for him?
At least this meant I could snag his 16-month Texas Rangers calendar in return, which has four months left on it.
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I know a lot of folks in broadcasting.
The inevitable finally happened.
A buddy of mine from another station was watching some softcore porn, and when the credits rolled he saw the name of one of the staff camera operators zipping boldly by.
Ha!
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What do you do about it? Mention it to him? Heck, the guy put his name in the credits. If he was fine with MAKING the video, I guess owning up to WATCHING the video isn’t a big deal, right?
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Happy Friday, ya’ll.
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Which begs the even more remarkable question: "Who the heck watches the production credits to a porn flick?"
i didn't know they put everyone in the credits in porn....you would think that just the stars would want to be recognized, right? and even they have fake names....
And the stuffed minions calendar was only a buck -- THAT's why I bought it for the boy. Don't know how it ended up in YOUR office.
But I still love you.
So um, this guy I know, not me but this guy, well this guy was watching some porn see...
Funny, I think every guy I know has read that and thought--"Wait, was this me???"
I played it safe and kept it anonymous, but honestly, I don't think the guy to whom this happened would have cared much if I'd used his name.
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