HEROIN IS SAFER THAN FANTASY SPORTS - SAYS FDA

I had my two fantasy baseball drafts in the last week or so. I feel like I am coming down of a serious glue-huffing high.Read More.

I AM AN AMERICAN AND I DESERVE A BUCKET OF SODA

I like to drink my soda out of a hollowed out Watermelon. And that's okay.Read More.

APPLE SUCKS

If Apple were cult sponsored Kool Aid it would probably fail to kill anyone. And then you would have to bring it to the Apple store and some dip-shit named Taylor would throw some strychnine in it and charge you $400.Read More.

DANCE FADS ARE NOT FUNNY

Dance fads are about as funny as the time your Aunt Belinda crashed her car into the Shop Rite storefront and was in shock trauma for 12 weeks.Read More.

NOBODY NEEDS AN "ENTOURAGE THE MOVIE"

Entourage sucks. Making a movie out of something that sucks is grounds for public lashing.Read More.

Sunday, July 7, 2013

I HOPE GREEN TREE HOME LOANS GETS SUCKED INTO A BLACK HOLE

Dear Lying Assholes--

Why has my mortgage payment not been processed yet??? The horrible customer service representative that I spoke to last Monday told me the payment would be proceeded NO LATER THAN 7.5.13. So not only was she an awful human being, but she also lied.

I don't expect a response from you because your customer service is terrible, but I am planning to log complaints with the BBB if this continues to happen. I have a lot of free time, and I plan on making as many complaints as I see fit. Maybe it will solve nothing, but it will definitely make me feel better and hopefully sway people from EVER considering your bank as a service provider for anything, including cashing in spare change, which I assume you would screw up too.

My mortgage was sold to you not even two months ago and I've already had more grief with your terrible bank than I had with Bank of America over 4+ years, and Bank of America is THE WORST. So what does that tell you?

Thanks for living up to your very bad reputation. It's nice to know I can count on something nowadays.

Drop Dead.

Thursday, March 28, 2013

HEROIN IS SAFER THAN FANTASY SPORTS - SAYS FDA*

I have never used heroin nor will I ever use heroin. Well, I guess I really can’t say I’ll NEVER use heroin – life is, after all, a series of ups and downs and ins and outs and you really never know where you’re going to end up. One day I could be here, at my computer desk changing the world with my indelible prose, and tomorrow I could be panhandling outside Yankee Stadium, selling fake plastic roses to terrified tourists so I can go buy a couple of snack wrappers from McD’s and a small bag of black tar. So I guess I should say, I never PLAN on using heroin. There, that’s better.

But I like to imagine that an addiction to fantasy sports is a lot like being addicted to heroin. Again, I have no basis for this, because I am stupid and I have a misguided view of crippling addiction versus a general hobby, but oh well. Still, the fact remains that similar to intravenous drug abuse, fantasy sports are time-consuming recreational activities, can cost a ton of money, and for the most part, inevitably leave you naked and dead underneath a highway overpass yearning for more.

“Heroin = Fantasy Sports” – Sigmund Freud

Most of my friends have a serious love/hate relationship with fantasy sports. I am no stranger to this volatile bond. One minute I am absolutely adoring my team and telling my mom about how awesome Jason Heyward is going to be, and the next, I want to punch my team so hard in the face and start watching "The Voice." Because unlike other "things" we "do" for "fun", emotions surrounding fantasy sports tend to linger long after you’ve closed your browser and gone back to eating that delicious cheeseburger. It’s just so easy to get caught up in the fantasy aspect of the game. It is, after all, a fantasy. And who doesn't love pretending to be the head honcho of a sports franchise?

But that's as far as the fantasy goes for me--I have no daydreams of being a successful real-life general manager. Unlike delusional egotistical assholes of the Bill Simmons variety, most people aren’t versed in law and the serious intricacies of business relationships, and wouldn’t have the faintest idea how to GM a real sports franchise. Even the shittiest active General Manager in all of sports is still at least a million times better than me or you or your momma. If I were appointed General Manager of the New York Jets, within in seven minutes, the stadium would be a pile of burnt tinder and the team's PR group would be preparing a statement highlighting the franchise's plans to move to Anchorage. Sure, when considering a team like that Jets, these results would probably be beneficial to the franchise, but still, not the most effective or PR friendly moves.

So, it stays a fantasy. But still, when the fantasy is good, it's good. With fantasy sports, you are a motherfucking G to the tenth degree. Anyone on your roster fucks up? How about you, Lucas Duda? Hitting .193 in May? YOU ARE CUT. No severance, no guaranteed money. CUT, BITCH. Now get the fuck out of my office. There aren't many more satisfying things then finally cutting an under-performing player, and then watching him suck even more on the waivers. Good riddance.

Obviously, the flip-side to these wonderful and not at all masochistic aspects of the game is the misery that comes along with sucking at it. I am halfway decent at fantasy football (Two championships and two 2nd place finishes in the last three years in two leagues--NO BIG DEAL) because head-to-head is mostly luck so it’s much easier to be successful. But rotisserie baseball? Holy shit - I am terrible. Within seven seconds of the season beginning, I am in last place, and that’s where I stay there for six months. Everyone makes fun of me and I pretend that I don’t care but I do care. I fucking care so much. Because I want to win so badly. Just once. I wouldn’t care about losing forever if I just got that one goddamn championship.

To take a direct quote from a recent email I received from a friend of mine: I fucking hate fantasy baseball and hate myself for doing it every year. But I just want to win once!!!

And that’s what it’s all about--winning. Just win once. Just win once and take my money forever and ever. The pain of being in 8th place for 10 years straight will go away instantaneously once I get that elusive trophy. And those three months where I am the reigning champ and I get to ram it down everyone’s throat– incalculable satisfaction. "Yeah, fuck you, son--THE CHAMP IS HERE. Maybe you should quit fantasy baseball and go do something that will give you some pleasure – heroin maybe? I heard Sigmund Freud got down with the China White, and since you’re an egghead like him, I think you might enjoy it. Now get the fuck off my message board before I lock your ass out, sucka!!"


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Tuesday, March 12, 2013

I AM AN AMERICAN AND I DESERVE A BUCKET OF SODA

First they take away our soda and then they take away our freedom. What's next - our right to own M-4's with infrared scopes and grenade launchers? How else am I going to hunt deer? With a bow and arrow? Who am I, Robin Hood? If we don't stop this right now, next week we'll all be starving to death on bread lines and speaking Arabic!

Obviously, I am being facetious. Obviously, everything is going to be just fine. It's just giant sodas that we are (potentially) no longer allowed to buy--that's all. We can still go to Costco and buy 400 gallons of Diet Rite and pour it into a garbage can and then drink the whole garbage can while watching reruns of "The Commish."  Nothing is really different. It's not like there is a ban on fun. Most people don't consider drinking enough soda to have a heart attack 'fun' so maybe we can move on and stop acting like the government just banned the internet?

What this law is doing is teaching us a lesson. And that lesson is this: stop being a glutton in public. Stop walking around with a pale full of soda. You don't need all of that soda. No, you're absolutely right, I'm not your mother. But maybe I should be? Maybe I should be your mom because your mom obviously didn't teach you that there are worse things in this world than the inability to buy fountain sodas that are excessively large. Maybe you should go ask a Sudanese refugee who, for most of his/her life, had to not only worry about warlords shooting up their entire village but also worry about lions attacking and eating their friends. Go ask them if they felt violated when Bloomberg said 'no' to gallon-buckets of Mountain Dew.

I, for one, am all for health initiatives that at the same time piss people off.  Because nothing is funnier than people barely giving a shit when the MTA fare hikes kicked in (as service continues to slowly swirl in the shit-filled toilet), but people take to the streets with pitchforks when Bloomberg decides it's time to help those who refuse to help themselves. People who have their priorities out of order are funny. And by funny I mean depressing. Oh who cares about getting ripped off by a modern-day monopoly when BIG BROTHER IS TELLING ME HOW TO ENJOY MY SODAS.

Shut up. I don't want to hear it. Seriously, shut the fuck up. Stop telling people that obesity in America wouldn't be so bad if healthy food options were cheaper. That statement is fucking horseshit. I do the food shopping in my house and I promise you that a head of fucking Iceberg lettuce, chicken breast, and some fucking carrots cost a lot less than McDonald's. It's not about the 'prices'--it's about being a fat, entitled, lazy motherfucker. We are fat because we are lazy, not because we are poor and can't afford cucumbers. The cucumbers market isn't blowing the doors off the stock market. But you know full and well that if someone handed you a bunch of ingredients to cook a healthy meal, and also handed you a #2 from McDonald's, many people will choose the latter. And you know what? Fuck them. I don't have any sympathy for them. Yeah, sure, I know, it takes time to prepare food while at the same time balancing your job/recreation/dreams/laundry/karate class. I get it. But if you are going to fill your fucking face with terrible food, you shut the fuck up when some dickhead mayor bands 9,000 ounce sodas. That's the least of your fucking problems, pal.

Look, I'm no health "guru." If someone leaves an unattended box of donuts within 9 miles of my desk, I will hunt it down and I will fucking murder everything inside of it. I love candy and ice cream and shit that is terrible for me. When my wife goes away I pour barbecue sauce all over everything that I eat and I love every second of it. But I also find time to eat and drink all of this shit in moderation. I do not drink 48 oz. cups of soda. This is a good starting point for those people looking to make a little bit of a difference in their daily plight to fit through a turnstile. Start there. Start there and then maybe next, carrots? Once the horrible diarrhea has subsided as your body trying to expel everything vile from inside of you, you'll thank me.


Tuesday, March 5, 2013

APPLE SUCKS

Guys, we need to talk. Seriously. This is serious shit we need to talk about. Go get your mother and close the door. Ready? You need to stop convincing yourself Apple products are great. They’re not great. They are shit. They are poorly designed pieces of shit created to confirm that we are all just foolish sheep who will do as they are told. In this case – buy shitty and unreliable tech products because they are round and have a sleek, minimalist design.

 I’d like to point out that, as I am writing this, I am thinking about all of the stupid Apple products I own, and how infuriating it is to hate them so much and use them all the time. Forget about being an extremely fortunate young man who has an abundance of technological miracles right at his fingertips--everything should work perfectly. So yeah, I am a sheep too. And I will continue to follow the flock until someone recommends something better. I can't do it on my own. Every time I look up product reviews, I am immediately overwhelmed so I close my internet browser and go hide in my basement. I bet this is how Nell felt in “Nell” when she left the woods. All the user reviews of tech products are either too complicated or someone turn everything into an argument about George W. Bush being an asshole and orchestrating 9/11. I thought we were talking about the Samsung Galaxy?

For the time being, I am stuck with all this amazingly cool and innovative technology. But none of it 'works' right. It starts off working right, and then it just stops. Something goes wrong. Maybe it has something to do with the 900 software updates per day? If you miss one you might as well throw your iPhone into the ocean and become Amish. I don’t even know if you can 'become' Amish – I would assume they make you go through some sort of hazing ritual that forces you to rake-fight with a giant bearded man and then drink cow’s milk from the cow’s udder or something else gross like that. But still – one software update is ignored, the phone is pretty much worthless. And I don’t get why people are making a bigger deal about a product being released before the kinks are worked out. If the kinks need to be worked out – work them out. Isn’t that what makes it “good”? Look, no kinks! Enjoy a healthy technological lifetime of stress-free use! I bet that's why people in Japan are so calm. I bet that in Japan, when they are releasing a new robot that combs your hair, they make sure to work out the kinks before proceeding with their day that includes using a vending machine to buy used underwear. I bet that's what happens.

But I will give credit where credit is due - Apple has one of, if not the best brands in the world. People will line up around the block no matter what Apple decides to release. They could “re-release” the iPhone 3G in “limited quantity” and call it a “collector’s edition” and there would be 9,000 idiots standing outside the Apple store waiting to buy an outdated piece of shit. Again, it shouldn't be about the brand--the quality blows. I’ve gone through five iPods in four years. That is not normal. I understand it’s a relatively insignificant piece of technology that is not-essential to everyday use – but would you buy five cars in four years? I wouldn’t even buy four pairs of jeans in five years. Or belts. I have a belt that I bought at Structure 40 years ago. Structure doesn't exist anymore, but my goddamn belt does. That's a testament to the will and resilience of the American Manufacturing industry (unless the belt was made in Bangladesh, and if so - congrats Bangladesh!)

I’ve resigned to the fact that my iPod will break after minimal wear and tear, it will cost $1 less than retail price to fix it, and so I will have to go out and buy a new one. Oh, and I will have to 'illegally' remove my songs from my iPod because Apple is a bunch of corrupt and greedy assholes who make it nearly impossible to transfer songs between iPods if you’ve imported them via CD’s and not via iTunes. Oh, and speaking of iTunes. What the fuck? What the fuck is going on with iTunes? Fuck iTunes. Who is advising them to keep changing the way it looks? Who’s fucking idea is that? 99% of iTunes users don’t want the fucking interface changed. Leave it the fuck alone so I can impulsively buy songs that I don’t even really like. And for the 1% who care out the aesthetic quality of iTunes, they are probably downloading their music illegally, anyway.

Oh, and Steve Jobs. So, I kind of get why Steve Jobs is revered. I do, I get it. He was an innovator and he made some cool shit. But what I don’t get is why a bunch of strangers were lying around the Apple store after he died, posting notes and writing haikus to their iPads for his ghost to come and read and enjoy. Part of my issue with that fiasco is: A) you didn't know him; and B) judging by the picture painted of Jobs by those closest to him, he probably would have kicked everyone off the property and then slapped a bunch of the gardeners for cutting the grass too short.

In conclusion – fuck Apple. Fuck everything that they stand for as a company. Fuck Steve Jobs and fuck all of you for sanctifying him. And fuck software updates.


Sent from my iPhone 4S

Thursday, February 14, 2013

DANCE FADS ARE NOT FUNNY

Dance fads are fucking stupid. There is no way to convince me otherwise.

When I got married, the one thing I refused to allow was The Chicken Dance, or the Electric Slide, or anything where people are encouraged to follow the direction of some glorified lounge singer. And my wife agreed with me, because she is not a loser who wants to turn every event into a shitty Broadway Production executed by a bunch of drunks. Drunk dancing is funny enough, there is no need to add in a tinny voice yelling at your ninety-year-old aunt because she can't "keep up the pace."

I don’t get it. What am I missing? What is fun about this? People running around dancing like idiots and then posting these stupid videos online. Loud music! Dancing! WE ARE YOOOOOUNNNNNNG! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHA.

(drives car off bridge)

This is why black people make fun of white people – for latching on to shit like The Harlem Shake, and Gangham Style, and the fucking Macarena. And by the time we are done having our way with whatever fad has taken over, it will STILL end up occurring at weddings, or bar mitzvah's, because nothing is an easier time filler than for an MC to announce it's time for the Harlem Shake and watch as sixty dummies convulse around a parquet floor for five minutes.

Flash mobs, dance mobs, viral videos with people dancing around and being hysterical should all be banned. No pants off on the subway? I call that EVERY DAY from my experiences in Manhattan. Whatever, call me a communist, but I bet Josef Stalin never had to fucking endure an acquaintance with a bad sense of humor forcing him to watch a video of some fat old lady dancing like an asshole for three minutes.

If you are still a little kid, fine, you go ahead and listen to your mom encouraging you to be creative and you make videos like this. But if you are old enough to buy Skoal or beer, do yourself a favor, go stick some fucking Wintergreen Skoal in your mouth, drink some Busch Ice, and stop making fucking unfunny videos that I will have to watch at some point because people find them hilarious even though they are as hilarious as a video of an old man having a stroke.

Thursday, January 31, 2013

NOBOBY NEEDS "ENTOURAGE: THE MOVIE"


Earlier this week, Warner Brothers gave Entourage: Tequila Shots Bros and Hot Ass (I assume this will be the movie’s title) a green light to start production. So yeah, that’s fun, I couldn’t be happier that the world didn’t end when it was supposed to and now we can enjoy this amazing work of art that will no doubt be a critical and box office success. Oh wait, just kidding. Entourage is fucking terrible. It’s thirty minutes of People Magazine being acted out by below-average actors with as many vapid/poorly acted cameos sandwiched between Kevin Dillon scowling and Jerry Ferrera wearing fat kid shirts and Kevin Connelly puckering through that punch-me-in-the-face puss of his. Oh and Jeremy Piven—Ari was funny for MAYBE nine seconds. Now I just wish Piven would go back to eating  too much mercury-infused sushi and drop dead.

Whoever birthed this unholy nugget of shit and pushed it into production should be ashamed of themselves. As should HBO, which is hard for me to say because I love HBO. I bet Tina Turner felt the same myriad of conflicting feelings whenever Laurence Fishburne did five pounds of cocaine and smashed her in the face with a lamp. On one hand, HBO, you are a genius, and you bring me so much joy. On the other, you produce piles of garbage that aren’t worth thirty seconds of anyone’s life, let alone two fucking hours. How about a Deadwood movie? Or maybe a movie that continues a storyline from The Wire? I guarantee you could make a more engaging, entertaining, and provocative movie featuring only Slim Charles meticulously cleaning his assortment of pistols than one that will (obviously) feature Adrian Grenier running around Hollywood telling everyone he’s from Queens, being an unaccountable douchebag, and fucking diner waitresses while his loser friends wait underneath the table for scraps. If I were Matt Dillon I would stop paying Kevin Dillon’s rent immediately and force him to stop contributing to nonsense like this.

Bottom line, Entourage was shiny toy intended to be as complex as putting on a pair of socks. Which is fine, I guess, if you enjoy watching rich people dick around with zero consequences and complain about life being “hard.” If this show had any balls it would have explored what life is like for a young actor with piles of money and shitty friends who are along for the ride. How about stupid Vince gets addicted to heroin and gets infected with HIV and has to make a comeback as that actor with a crippling disease? Or how about Fatso Turtle gets into a drunk driving accident and commits manslaughter and Vince blows his fortune protecting his fat stupid friend? But Noooooooooooooooo. If the producers had explored circumstances that were interesting and controversial, then they never would have landed that awesome Tom Brady cameo, which America really needed. From what I remember (I watched the first two seasons and then melted my eyelids closed with a cigarette lighter), Vince’s conflicts involved not being able to fuck some forgettable pop star and having to rent a $2,000,000 house instead of buying it. WOW. WE CAN ALL REALLY RELATE TO THIS SHIT. But all was resolved when he made himself feel better by buying a Lamborghini or something and banging a makeup artist on a yacht.

I wish Mark Wahlberg had kept his goddamn humble-bragging tales of him and his bros to his miniature-self. Great, you have leech friends and you wear black t-shirts--let’s write a fifteen season arch based on your fucking trouble, “playing by the rules” even though the rules really don’t apply to you because you’ve been handed bundles of money and fame since you were walking around in your fucking underwear singing songs in a garbage dump.

If you hadn’t starred in Boogie Nights, The Departed, and Ted, I would fucking hate you too.

Fuck Entourage.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

SICK PEOPLE STAY HOME

Everyone is sick around me. On the train, in the streets, in the office. Sneezing, coughing, vomiting blood in the bathroom (I assume). It's horrible. And yet, here they are, at work, tapping away on their computer. Why? Why are you spraying germs all over yourself and your coworkers? Would you come to work if you knew you had the Ebola Virus?

"Hey guys, don't mind me, my limbs are falling off and I am going to die in five hours, but I need to get a couple of meetings set up before my eyes melt into my skull."

No. Instead, you would do something cool like rob a bank because it’s your last day on Earth, and as you're making your getaway, someone would trip the silent alarm and you be cut down in a blaze of gunfire trying to shoot your way through the police barricade. And after the cops confirmed you were dead, they would discover that your gun was loaded with blanks, and you were planning to send the stolen money to the Ebola Virus Cure Foundation. And the cop who shot you would go home that night sad and withdrawn, replaying the event over and over in his head. But then his wife would yell at him because it took her almost two hours to make pot roast and it's going to waste because he's "not hungry" again. Asshole. The next day she would wake up and find only a note in the spot where her husband sleeps. All it would say is, "Life is too short to live with a Harpy Bitch." And now the cop's wife is feeling regret and would probably start dabbling with meth and prostitution because even though he was always bringing his work home with him, she lost the best thing she ever had. ALL BECAUSE YOU CAME TO WORK WITH A COLD.

People who work in an office force themselves to come to work sick because agents from Corporate America LLC secretly break into their homes at night to inject paranoia into their brains while they sleep.

"Steve is sick? Bullshit! I bet he's lying and he’s just hung over. Or he cheated on his wife. Or he murdered a hobo in an abandoned house with a shovel. We’ll show that fucking asshole what’s up by squirting bacteria into his snoring mouth."

And I'll be the first to admit that I've been injected by this paranoia--I freely admit that I am part of the problem. When someone is out sick, I automatically assume they are in withdrawal from heroin. Most likely this not true, but because I’m under suspicion, so should Devin—doesn’t anyone else find it weird that she always talks about Trainspotting? It came out like 15 years ago. An yeah, most likely Devin is home in bed, resting her body so she can return to work and not make everyone else sick. Or she is strung out and burying a corpse in the woods. One or the other.

The other issue with germs in the workplace is not everyone 'gets' what is 'hygienic' and what is fucking gross. I used to work with a guy who constantly used a handkerchief. He would sneeze and hack into it and then stuff it right back into his pocket. Then he would ask me what I thought about the White Sox or whatever. What is even going on here? I’m not going to have a conversation with you--there is a flesh-eating disease in your fucking pocket!  I'll talk to you if you give me a fucking hazmat suit. Someone should have thrown him in jail and stuffed his handkerchief up his ass. Who carries a fucking handkerchief nowadays? It's not 1934, when everyone was toeing the poverty line and had to be exposed to germs every nine seconds. There are hand sanitizer stations everywhere. A pack of Kleenex costs like a buck. Antibiotics are no longer a luxury of the rich only. Who do you think you are, Jay Gatsby?

I am lucky because I have a pretty good immune system. Maybe it has something to do with eating 500 bulbs of garlic a week and smelling like a goddamn Napolitano pizza shop owner, I don’t know. But I do get sick once or twice a year, and normally it’s only for a few days at a time. But this doesn't stop me from wanting to break a bottle over the head of anyone coughing on the train, because instead of rationalizing my body's ability to fight off germs, my brain always assumes the worst: Oh wow, that guy looks sick. And he's wearing a suit, so he's obviously in the CIA. Maybe some government lab exploded and he was the only one to escape? Just like in The Stand by Stephen King? Now he's going around and spreading his germs to everyone he knows, and then we're going to spread our germs to everyone we know, and then us survivors (I assume I will survive the impending plague because I eat garlic) will have to move to Boulder, CO and fight the guy who plays Vice President Walden in Homeland. Makes sense, if you think about it.

But like everyone else, I’m not Superman (yet), and I do get sick, I normally don't go to work. But the paranoia in my brain still buzzes, thus forcing me to make a conscious effort to prove my sickness. I usually leave a voicemail at 5am when I sound like I smoke 450 packs of Kools a day, just to drive home the point that I am not feeling well. Then when I'm well enough to return to work, my boss will make a comment about how sick I sounded on my voicemail, and I will somehow feel vindicated, even though I really was sick and I was better off being in bed and not spreading my disease.

I am also fully aware that it's fucking insane that my brain has been trained to think this way, but such is life, right? When in Rome, right? Que se ra ra se ra, right? (Jumps out window)

In Europe people stay home if they have a headache, and I bet nobody thinks twice about it. In fact, I bet they probably send Swiss chocolates or baguettes or some other delicious European shit to said person's house and wish them a speedy recovery. We should look to Europe and mimic their work ethic and morals instead of assuming every missing coworkers was arrested over the weekend for arson, and is using the flu as an excuse for being in jail and sharing a cell with some rapist named Mack Daddy. Never mind Europe's impending bankruptcy and constant unsettlement--it's more important to trust a coworkers who claim to be sick, if only so I won't get sick and then have to prove my sickness in weird unnecessary voicemails.