Tag: funny

must watch: Modern Family

Initially, it seems that it always takes me a while to get into anything that gets a lot of hype, and because of the pre-season buzz, Modern Family was no exception. However, thankfully, I saw the light early on in this case, and after last night’s hilarious episode, I can definitely say that the hype was right in this case; there is something truly wonderful about this show. The characters are all funny, they are developing them well on the show, and they all play off of one another as an ensemble masterfully. This show doesn’t feel like a “new show” at all.


I almost don’t want to compare it to anything, but I would definitely say that Modern Family bears many similarities to another great show, Arrested Development; perhaps most obviously in the way that it uses a hybrid mocumentary filming style in the story development (not to mention the laugh out loud hilarity found in each show). Shows and movies that use that form of story telling usually draw me in (Best in Show and Drop Dead Gorgeous are all time favorite movies of mine), and Modern Family is no exception. When you add that to the witty writing, and laugh out loud gags, I am confident in saying that that I have found a new must watch show of the fall 2009 season. It’s also extremely refreshing that there is a gay couple on the show, and that they are not just background characters, or stereotypical punchlines/token go-to’s for a laugh. I actually really like their characters, and I like even more that they are portrayed as normal; which, importantly, is what gay people are. Perhaps their characters will help further educate the people in America that still see us as “other” and “different” that we’re just normal people with normal lives; and that we might be the funniest ones around, too. ABC is getting all kinds of plus marks and gold stars from me in their portrayal of gay characters on prime time shows.

I’ve really enjoyed every episode of Modern Family that I’ve seen thus far, and I am excited to see what this show has in store for us. Wednesday nights at 9 just keep getting better and better.

llamas are not kleptomaniacs

I love llamas, and I am totally serious. I think they are absolutely adorable. While I think that the people in the video take things a little far with how intricately they dressed up their llamas, that isn’t why I posted the video.

There really are only two reasons for me posting this video: one, llamas are cute (which I already mentioned), and two, I absolutely love Rachel Mazac’s response to some woman asking her if her llama would eat her jewelery. I love that Rachel just rolls her eyes and says, “they don’t eat jewelery, they’re not kleptomaniacs”. So true Rachel. So true.

(seen on bestweekever.tv)

kids say the darnedest things

A while back, my grandma shared one of the many, many stories of my childhood with me, and for the first time in a while, the story was one I hadn’t heard anything about before. Grandma is always sharing stories with me, and many of them, I have heard over and over, and for the most part, they are fun to hear, because that is a part of my life I can’t remember much of. Seeing as I thought I had “heard them all”, I was kind of surprised by this one, especially since has been sort of a running joke ever since it happened.

Sometime when I was around 5, I was playing with a stick, poking the ground, when a relative/neighbor’s dog that was nearby went running to the road. Being a young boy, I naturally ran after the pup, whose name was Spike. Upon seeing me run towards the road, my grandmother yelled for me to come back to her, upon which, I stopped in my tracks. This is where Spike laid down, and I went back to poking my stick at the ground. Since I didn’t go any closer to the street, Grandma continued her conversation where she was, and not long after, I came back away from the road when I grew disinterested in Spike. Upon returning to her side, she yelled at me, and told me not to go near the road, and to especially not to run after the dog, because he would most certainly run into the road, and if I were to follow, I could be killed. Apparently, it was then that I looked at my grandmother and told her not to worry, and gave her a good reason as to why I was perfectly safe the whole time. I told her, “Grandma, Spike was not going to go in the road, he was just up there resting his pussy.”.

Kids say the darnedest things, don’t they? Apparently, I was no exception.

somethingwithatrickinit

So last night, I was watching one of my favorite shows, Kathy Griffin: My Life On The D-List, when a startling revelation revealed itself before my very eyes; Paula Deen is a fag hag!!

Now, I LOVE Paula Deen. Seriously, something about her just makes me smile all over the place, and her laugh is one that I could just listen to all day long. I could be in the foulest of moods, and Paula ALWAYS makes me smile. Seriously, she is the definition of a down home, beautiful, and amazing southern lady. She has always seemed to me like the type of woman who couldn’t have a mean bone in her body, but I will say that I was honestly shocked that she has a gay assistant, named Brandon Branch! The fact that a lady that so born-and-bred southern, like Paula Deen is, and that she embraces gays just makes me love her so much more. Being from, and living in, the south myself, I know personally that there is so much hate for gays in the south, and it is a delight to know that we have a friend in someone as fabulous as Paula.

But that’s not all!! Not only does she have a gay assistant, but he’s a sassy, funny, and down home country gay that had me laughing so hard I was in stitches! First off, he starts in with the drunken description of trichotillomania (declaring that it is “somethingwithatrickinit”), and then tries to help Paula put her fake eye lashes back on, and declares her a “gaytastrophe” (*adding that to my vernacular*). Then, he says, “we need a gay miracle, we need a gearacle”. The best, is probably when Paula asks who wants some of her “delicious fruit cake”, Brandon chimes in without missing a beat, “I guess that means I gotta cut it.” Needless to say, I bet Paula uses that fabulous laugh of hers VERY often, because 10 minutes of Brandon had me laughing my head off. It goes to show, a little gay in your life can make things way more fun!

The fun is just too good to not show you first hand; the hilarity starts at about nine minutes in:

It keeps on coming:

An interesting, albeit nosy, theory was floated around on twitter last night when I was talking about how much I enjoyed this episode, apparently one that the internets have been asking for some time: Is Bobby Deen gay? Lord knows he’s a cutie (just like his hunky brother Jamie), and with a mama like Paula, I’m sure he’d have no problem coming out to her, (if he hasn’t to her already); that is, if he’s even gay. HOWEVER, I do want to say, that whether he is or isn’t, is none of my business, so long as he’s happy; and my guess is that he is, because who wouldn’t be happy with a mama like Paula Deen!? I say let sleeping dogs lie; gay or not, it’s none of our business.

Thanks again for making my night, Kathy Griffin. I love you; and I love you too, Paula Deen!

cock on a rock

Today, I went up to Ink and Dagger Tattoo Parlour because my friend Zack was getting some work done, and as usual, I had some fun and interesting conversation with my tattoo artist, Russ Abbott. It seems that he is doing a tattoo of the famous Confederate Stone Mountain carving for a client, and upon studying the picture carefully, in order to capture and re-create its detail, he discovered a little bit of a wardrobe malfunction on one of the generals:

(source for original photo)
As Russ so eloquently put it, “there really isn’t anything that could be other than a dick”; and you know what, I would have to agree. (yes, I KNOW that it is the bottom of his gun holster, but the placement and the execution of the harness strap in the right place totally makes my dick argument stronger. Think about it… perhaps he was a general in the bedroom as well!)

reproductive fluids

I am taking Anatomy II this semester, and unfortunately, as with part one, there is a weekly 3 and a half hour lab that goes along with the course. So far, the lab hasn’t been that bad, albeit, it has been a little boring, because you really can’t “teach” anatomy, you just kind of go over it, if you know what I mean. This is strictly a memorization science, and as such, the lab class can be quite boring.

Last week in lab, however, the professor unknowingly made lab a laugh out loud riot. She was covering the digestive tract, and speaking about the epiglottis, which is the covering of the trachea that prevents food from going into the lungs when swallowing. As she is discussing the function of the epiglottis, this is exactly what she says:

“When you swallow, the epiglottis covers the trachea, and the reproductive fluids travel down through the throat, down the esophagus, and into the stomach.”

Then she realized what she said:

“Wait a second, did I just say reproductive fluids? That is not what I meant at all.”

Needless to say, by that point, I was almost in hysterics. You know how you are hit with a fit of laughter, and you are so overcome with silly that your laughter is silent, and almost impossible to contain? Like, you sit there, face turning redder, and eyes welling up with tears, and you worry that any second your head may explode, and the laughter will come spilling out? Well, that is exactly how I was. I couldn’t even look at my lab partner, who was laughing along with me.

What I did notice, was that no one else in the class thought it was funny that our professor had just described the throat and esophagus as being the route that reproductive fluids travel. Well, I guess she does have something there… I would assume that on certain occasions for certain people, the reproductive fluids actually do take that journey; I would just guess that they don’t do so routinely.

be wary of trusting little dogs…

sniff!So last night, James was a sweetie and made us meatloaf for dinner. While we were waiting for it to cook in the oven, James was playing Rome on his PC (which he does a lot these days), and I was editing new banners for my site. Once the meatloaf was done, James fixed us plates, and set them aside to cool, while we went about our computer distractions.

What I didn’t know, was the he took one of the plates into the TV room, and put it on the ottoman, which is just low enough for little Sydney to reach his little mouth up over.

After about 5 or 6 minutes of being totally distracted, James decided that the meatloaf was cool enough to eat, so he set off into the kitchen to get his plate, while I remained diligently editing at my computer. Upon entering the kitchen, he realized and remembered that the other plate remained in the living room.

It was at that same moment, that he realized Sydney had been missing for the past 5 or 6 minutes as well. Suddenly, I hear, “Oh my God!”, come from the TV room.

I quickly got up to run to James’ aid, only to find Sydney licking his lips, and licking the plate of meatloaf that was sitting on the ottoman.

He had eaten about half of the portion before he was discovered, and managed to drop enough of it on the floor to leave a lasting reminder of his little sneaky theft.

Next time we have meatloaf, or any meal for that matter, I will make sure to have James refrain from taking a plate of food into the TV room, and leaving it there unsupervised. Little Sydney might wander off and find it.

It will also be important to realize when he has wandered off, because he only disappears when he has gotten into something that he shouldn’t have. He’s done it before, you know.

Here’s a picture of the aftermath:
The aftermath
Silly little dog.