Friday, July 22, 2011

The Life of Cragmore, My Little Brother's Alter Ego.

My 13-year-old brother Danny has always been smart. Like, weirdly smart. The kind of smart that has a dark side. Not only does he have a vocabulary and conversational ability that outclasses most college students, I'm pretty sure he's been aware of his own mortality since he started teething.

"Apricot flavor, carrot flavor... either way, I'm still just a blip on the radar of an infinite universe."


Currently, Danny is in the 7th grade. Last year, a little girl he's friends with asked him out. Rather than become awkward, or stick out his tongue and run away, or throw cookies at her, or blush and pee his pants, or whatever it is normal 13-year-old boys do when girls talk to them, he simply declined politely. It's not this that baffles me, though; it's the reason he gave for declining, which was: "Seriously? We're in the sixth grade, we're too young to date."

Several months later Danny's friend -- let's call him McGillicutty -- entered what I'm calling the "Spike the bulldog" phase of his pubescence, named for the shoulders-up, fists-clenched, brow-furrowed and jaw-thrust-forward way McGillicutty had apparently started walking in an attempt to look tough at school.

Pictured: McGillicutty demanding a cat's lunch money.

According to Danny, McGillicutty had made a habit of talking down to him when other kids were around, and once when Danny called McGillicutty asking him if he wanted to come over, McGillicutty answered "Why would I want to do that?" ...But, when I offered to fill McGillicutty's backpack with dead squid to take him down a peg, Danny only answered: "No, he's just trying to seem tough, it's just a phase. He'll get over it." And he turned back to the computer, which he was using to learn how to speak Russian... for fun.

What kind of sixth-grader is so acutely aware of his adolescence that he knows how ridiculous it is for kids his age to date? What kind of 13-year-old kid is so worldly, he knows that his stupid friend is just going through a phase? Don't most 13-year-old kids dread that kind of shit? I thought that's what was supposed to happen in middle school, wasn't it? That it was supposed to damage you, make you a cynic at an early age?



Danny's friend McGillicutty helped to plant that seed of cynicism, no doubt about that, but not by making Danny feel crappy about himself; it was by corroborating his pre-existing suspicions of how stupid other people have the capacity to be!


But I digress.


The lighter side to Danny's intelligence is a... well, let's call it a unique sense of humor. He enjoys farts as much as the next person, sure, but he also has an uncanny flair for bizarre, but inexplicably intelligent, comedic timing.

Know what I mean?

A couple of years ago, Danny got in the habit of making these deep croaking noises in the back of his throat whenever our other brother Tommy was eating or drinking, after Danny had discovered how hard it made Tommy laugh. (I should mention that there is no easier thing on this earth than to make Tommy laugh when he's trying to eat or drink... but that's not important.) Eventually, the croaking noises turned into words, and then into full sentences. (Think of someone burping, then think of someone burping the ABC's, and then think of someone burping entire song lyrics. It was kinda like that, but a lot funnier.)

Eventually, he decided that this "old man voice" of his was actually the voice of his alter ego... and so, Cragmore was born.

Cragmore is distrustful, inquisitive and constantly frustrated by the stupidity of those around him. We also discovered that he has some disturbing intentions, especially towards Tommy. Cragmore's favorite activity, while he's not making noises and remarks under his breath in order to render Tommy incapable of eating, is to threaten him in creative ways.

Before long I had a substantial list of things Cragmore had said. I decided they should be compiled somehow, especially after realizing that he was funnier than any internet meme I had thus far encountered... so, I did it. I went there. I decided the internet didn't have enough drivel on it, and made the Cragmore Meme.

Enjoy your meal.

































More to come. Remember the Alamo.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

The Hilarity that is Scott Cohen as 'Wolf' in The 10th Kingdom.

Because I find the IMDB somewhat annoying to navigate, here's a list of the best (according to yours truly) quotes from Wolf, my favorite character in the 2000 TV mini-series, "The 10th Kingdom."




“You are as safe as a brick-built pig house!”

"No, no! ‘Rare’ implies dangerously cooked. When I say rare I mean just let it look at the oven in terror, then bring it out to me."

"A shepherdess makes quite a mess, but little lambs are lovely!"

Evil Queen: "I've turned Prince Wendell into a dog."
Wolf: "Good idea."

“Wolfies just PRETEND to do naughty things.”

“Butter would not melt in my mouth. Well, it would melt. Of course it would melt, but very slowly.”

“Bacon sizzling away on an iron frying pan! Baste it! Roast it! Toast it! Nibble it! Chew it! Bite right through it! Wobble it! Gobble it! Wrap it 'round a couple of chickens and I am RAVENOUS!”

Tony: [After Wolf throws a stick at Wendell’s gold-imprisoned dog form] “That's not funny!”
Wolf: “It can get funnier if we keep on doing it.”

Virginia: “You come an inch closer and I swear I'll shout my head off.”
Wolf: “Oooh, that is what is known as an empty threat.”

“I smell DOG!”

“We either live happily ever after or we get killed by horrible curses.”

Sally Peep: “If my door wasn't locked, I'd be scared you'd come into my house and huff and puff and blow all my clothes off!”
Wolf: “…Where do you live, Sally?”

Restaurant Owner: “I am the greatest chef in the Nine Kingdoms! Folks travel hundreds of miles just to eat my food!”
Wolf: “Yeah, well, my date's from a different dimension, so don't slip up.”

“Don't worry, I'm not who I used to be! I've had extensive therapy. I realize I have been using food as a substitute for love and I have the books to prove it: "Breaking the Cycle", "Heal Yourself in 7 Days", "Stop Blaming Yourself, Please”, and "Help for the Bedwetting Child"… which I picked up by mistake. But I've got them all!”

Wolf: “Oh, let me put your mind at rest! Now that I've seen you, eating you is out of the question! Not even on the menu! Now, I know this is sudden but... How about a date?”
[Virginia holds a broom in between the two of them]
Wolf: “We started badly, but I take all the blame for that.”

Dr. Horowitz: “Now I'm going to give you a word, and I want you to say the first word that comes into your mind.”
Wolf: “Oh, yeah! Oh, a game. Yeah.”
Dr. Horowitz: “Here we go. Home.”
Wolf: “Cooking.”
Dr. Horowitz: “Coward.”
Wolf: “Chicken!”
Dr. Horowitz: “Wedding.”
Wolf: “Cake.”
Dr. Horowitz: “Dead.”
Wolf: “Mmmeat!”
Dr. Horowitz: “Sensual.”
Wolf: “Oooh, appetite!”
Dr. Horowitz: “Love.”
Wolf: “Oh! To eat anything fluffy! Ah, sorry, sorry, more than one word. Start again?”


And, of course, Wolf on romance. Because I wish every guy took Wolf's approach. Believe me, it would work.

"You make me hard and soft at the same time."

“I've always wanted to say this. Love of my life, let down your lustrous locks!”

Tony: “I need to know if your intentions are honorable.”
Wolf: [very long pause] “No, not really.”

Wolf: "Doc, I met this terrific girl and I really, really, REALLY like her. But, the thing is...”
Dr. Horowitz: “Well, go on, say it.”
Wolf: “I...”
Dr. Horowitz: “Say it!”
Wolf: “Not sure whether I-I-I wanna love her… or eat her.”

Wolf: “You don't trust nobody.”
Virginia: “I don't trust you, no.”
Wolf: “Well, you may not get hurt, but huff puff, you won't get loved either.”

Virginia: “I have a hard time trusting people. I just never wanna jump unless I'm sure somebody's gonna catch me.”
Wolf: “Oh, I'll catch you. And if I miss for any reason, I'll sit by your bedside and nurse you back to health.”

Wolf: “I picked up your trail a few days ago.”
Virginia: “But how? We went through a mountain!”
Wolf: “Virginia, I could follow your scent across time itself.”

You and your tiny little eyebrows.

Friday, July 8, 2011

30 Somewhat Unconventional Ways I Like My Men.

  1. I like my men how I like my coffee. Mostly black.
  2. I like my men how I like my pizza. Dipped in ranch.
  3. I like my men how I like my chocolate. With nuts.
  4. I like my men how I like my showers. Hot and soapy.
  5. I like my men how I like my bathroom stalls. Taller than me.
  6. I like my men how I like my bras. They don't chafe my nipples.
  7. I like my men how I like my jello. Full of booze.
  8. I like my men how I like my chapstick. In my pocket.
  9. I like my men how I like my browsing history. Vulgar and full of Star Wars trivia.
  10. I like my men how I like my drinks. The more I've had, the more easily I forget the number.
  11. I like my men how I like my comedic timing. Awkward and inappropriate.
  12. I like my men how I like my jokes. Racist.
  13. I like my men how I like my alcoholics. Always up for another round.
  14. I like my men how I like my wine. Aged and in my rack.
  15. I like my men how I like my internet memes. Stupid and everywhere.
  16. I like my men how I like my computer. Always turned on.
  17. I like my men how I like my waistband. Loose on holidays.
  18. I like my men how I like my movie theaters. They don't mind that I'm usually drunk.
  19. I like my men how I like my Wednesdays. No pants.
  20. I like my men how I like my mirror. Beautiful and easy to talk to.
  21. I like my men how I like my dreams. Fucked up and normally meaningless.
  22. I like my men how I like my Sharpies. Ultra fine.
  23. I like my men how I like my farts. Always following me around.
  24. I like my men how I like my convenience stores. They don't ask how old I am.
  25. I like my men how I like my vitamins. Covered in cartoon dinosaurs.
  26. I like my men how I like my blind deaf-mutes. Touchy feely.
  27. I like my men how I like my Twilight books. Idiotic and easy to read.
  28. I like my men how I like my open houses. I can always leave without making a commitment.
  29. I like my men how I like my laundry. Dirty and on my floor.

    And finally,
  30. I like my men how I like my snooty expensive restaurant owners who won't let me use their bathroom. They don't care that I'm full of shit.