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I haven't had anything published since "I Think the Bus Driver's Sneering at Me Might Have Something To Do With the Pronounced Cultural Gap Between Us", and that was nearly 3 months ago! Eggers is going to forget about me, I know it. Come on, man - it's time to buckle down and think of something funny or I'm never going to get into McSweeney's again. And then I'll never be a real writer (and

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When people talk about rock's great guitarists, the names most often mentioned are Hendrix, Clapton, Van Halen and Dave Matthews. But you know who's name rarely - if ever - is included in that group? A little axe-wielder by the name of G.E. Smith. For something like ten years, Smith was the frontman for the Saturday Night Live Band and there wasn't a single commercial break on his watch that

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Well, that was fun. I can't believe I'm finally gonna be on TV! Mom's going to freak. I wonder when "40 Wackiest Celebrity Refrigerator Contents" is going to air. I hope they thought my insights about David Faustino's groceries were hilarious. I wonder how much of that stuff actually makes it onto the air. Surely they'll use the bit where I said, "Paris Hilton's not a big fan of condiments.

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The WooHoo Awesome Sweet Yeah Holy Shits!!!Extra Exclamation Point[Indiebuzz Records; 2005]Rating: 11.0Silence. Beautiful and golden, like the forgotten sound of a basement tape of the Gods long fallen. So begins "Extra Exclamation Point", the debut LP of the latest band from the burgeoning Albequeurqe, New Mexico indie rock scene (what, you haven't heard?) The WooHoo Awesome Sweet Yeah Holy

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Now that we've established that I am a leading sociological theorist, I am prepared to offer my next set of conclusions to the world. This theory, vastly different in tone and implication from my last, contends that the popular video game "Tetris" is, in fact, a perfect metaphor for the nature and experience of life itself.The controlling idea of this metaphor is simple. Life, like Tetris, is a

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It has been quite awhile since the last time we witnessed this condemnation of free speech, so I thought I'd share with you the latest round of customer suggestions, Whole Foods responses, and BlaggBlogg rebuttals. If you're not already familiar with it, Whole Foods is this not very supermarket where Guilty Rich White Liberals pay exorbitant prices for groceries in order to still have one thing

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Age 1 - Professional Breast Milk DrinkerAge 3 - Whatever it is Mr. Toad Did, Basically Just Driving Around Having Wild Rides and What NotAge 5 - President (or a Transformer)Age 7 - NinjaAge 9 - Professional Baseball Player for the SF Giants Who Is Also a Ninja In the Off-seasonAge 11 - Bart Simpson Portrait Maker or Skating Rink Owner (So I could show those fuckers.)Age 13 - NinjaAge 15 - Male

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Hey!!! Hey douchebag! Yeah, you down in row 28! The fuck do you think you're doing out here?!? This is a Rockies game and you think you're just gonna show up wearing that faggy blue Royals shit? You better watch your ass cause if you cheer for the opposing team I will punch you in the face!You must think I don't take this shit seriously. You see my backwards visor and fake platinum chain?

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I'm a relatively social person. I like to go out with friends, to large dark rooms with music playing, and drink multiple alcoholic beverages among strangers. For reasons I will never completely understand, I find this to be a fun activity. However, I have managed to maintain a somewhat firm grasp on the reality that what I am doing is neither exciting nor a life-defining, mind-blowing human

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Okay, dudes. So listen, I found this new online thingy where you can meet totally hot chicks. Its called MySpace. It sounds kinda gay, but seriously, there's all kinds of chicks on it. And its not just fat girls and dorks, either. There's like seriously hot chicks on there. I saw for myself! And they look like they want to party.Now that I've been a MySpacer for a few months now, and have

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I have this incredibly scientific theory that all people named "Tony" are douchebags. I began developing my revolutionary hypothesis years ago, in grade school, when this acne-festering trashcan named Tony Dinelli sucker-punched me in the face in the middle of the cafeteria. Ever since, I've quietly suspected that everyone in the world named Tony is a complete douche. Over ten years later, I

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Now that I've paid $10 to see this shitty movie, there's nothing I want more than to be forced to sit through a loud, obnoxious assault on my senses, in which a bunch of bikini-clad bimbo banshees in bright colors (fuck, alliteration rules) shriek a horrible, repetitive ad jingle about some god-awful fruit beverage no one outside of a trailer park would ever drink.I hate to break it to you,

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DOCTOR: Let's get back to WHY you leave the angry comments.COMMENTER: I'm not sure, doctor.DOCTOR: I think you are.COMMENTER (shifting in chair uncomfortably): Well, sometimes I read things on the Internet that piss me off.DOCTOR: Why do they piss you off?COMMENTER: Because they're about me.DOCTOR: So you know the people whose sites you comment on? COMMENTER: Well, no. Not exactly.DOCTOR

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I woke up this morning, showered and got dressed. Then some things happened. I ran into some people. We had conversations about different subjects, some of them important, most of them not. I ate some food at different times in the day, usually mealtimes. I did some other stuff. A few telephone calls were made, and further matters of varying importance were discussed. Yet a few more phone

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I've been on sort of a nostalgic movie kick recently, re-watching several of the flicks I loved as a child: Sixteen Candles, Teen Wolf, Weird Science, Karate Kid (actually I watch that about twice a week), etc. Anyway, something dawned on me while watching these films - I've never in my life had the experience of going to a party even half as amazingly insane as the parties found in teen movies

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As if the exorbitant rent prices weren't enough, part of the price of living in San Francisco is putting up with an endless stream of hippie bullshit. Even though there are more protests here than there are ATM machines, I'm usually pretty good about blocking out the stupid signs and bullhorned babbling of a bunch of morons with nothing better to do. However, this morning, as I was walking out

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Ye Olde Hipster,Thou art an inspiration. As the lesser of your peerslong ago abandoned their pursuit of The Cool, in favor of jobs and families,you remain relentlessly committed to party,fearless and unconcernedwith trivialities like mortalityand financial stability.A champion.Ye Olde Hipster,Thou carest not that your mere presencebumeth out the younger revelers,your generous beer gut and

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BAGHDAD -- After more than two years of fucking the shit out of Iraq, the United States military is finally ready to pull out, and come all over the broken and exhausted nation."When we first saw Iraq, she was all oiled up, just laying there all helpless and vulnerable. I mean, she was practically begging to be fucked", said President George W. Bush as he gazed longingly at a map of Iran,

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SAN FRANCISCO, CA -- Despite the fact that numerous guests commented that Miles Jensen's Fourth of July rooftop barbeque was 'a total hipster party', there were no admitted hipsters to be found anywhere. "God, this is such a scene. I really just wanted to do something kinda intimate and chill," said Crystal Perriman, a young waitress with a mohawk, pierced nostril, sleeveless Budweiser shirt,

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(The Total Douchebag&copy is a certified master in the art of douchebaggery. He tours the world, giving lectures on how to be a complete douchebag in any and every possible situation.)The High School ReunionFirst of all, you ALWAYS go to your high school reunion. No matter how many - or how few - years it has been, you do not miss this valuable opportunity to show your old classmates how much

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I enjoy and appreciate art as much as the next person, but the fact is, 99% of the garbage out there that people call "art", is anything but. Like most things in life, the art world is polluted by pretentious posers desperate for attention and validation. Considering its subjectivity, how can you tell the difference between God-honest art and some jackass who did a watercolor painting with

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Music critics are second only to DJs in terms of being deluded and pretentious about their worthless occupation. Whenever I want to be consumed with misery and loathing, I just surf over to Pitchfork or pick up a copy of the latest Magnet, and peruse all the ink wasted by talentless dildos who have been given a forum into which they can inject their unqualified and asinine opinions. You know

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5. "Old School" -- Look, I thought the movie was funny, too. I really did. Will Ferrell is a genius. But if you're still quoting this movie every time you and your buddies go out drinking, you're an asshole and Will Ferrell should sue you. Why? Because you're ruining his career. Each time I hear some dicknose yell, "I'll do one!" before taking a shot, then pointing at their friends while

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by Alex C. BlaggNobody ever said fashion was easy to understand. Especially when one considers contemporary fashion, which has come to be defined by an ever-changing and oft-confusing postmodern condition. In service of better understanding this new vogue, I have set out to deconstruct and examine the stated and implied meanings found in one of the most ubiquitous fashion items of our times:

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This is not easy for me. And though I am experiencing a mixture of guilt, fear, self-loathing and regret right now, I know that I can no longer engage you, my valued readers, in this shameful deception. There is something you must know about me.I never beat Super Mario Bros. Like many other kids growing up in a middle-class household, I spent innumerable hours of my youth parked in front of my

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To: All EmployeesFrom: Tricia, Office CoordinatorIt has recently come to my attention that certain people have been abusing the free snacks we provide in the company break room. Specifically, there have been reports of individuals raiding the snack cupboards as soon as a new shipment arrives, then hoarding whole boxes or cases of a particular snack in or around their personal work space, as to

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I've been lucky to have many new visitors to this website in the past few days. To those of you who are new, "welcome" and I hope you stick around. To those of you who've been reading awhile, keep doing so or I'll punch you in the face. I also want to thank everyone who voted for me as "best blogger" and "best comedian" in the "SF Weekly Best of 2005" Reader's Poll. I really appreciate your

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"Samantha", "Charlotte", "Big", "Miranda" and Me, "Carrie"Wait, I just realized something. Oh my God, you guys - we are JUST like the girls on "Sex and the City"! We're all single, successful, beautiful women living in the Big City. Well, we might live in Kansas City - but it's still a city! We're basically just like Carrie Bradshaw and Friends!Okay, let me elaborate. Since I write "My Heart

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I'm sorry, can I help you with something? Oh. Well, I wasn't sure - because you keep staring at me. Let me guess, you've never seen a man dressed in a "Church of Satan" Pilot's cap, black vinyl pants, moonboots, full zombie make-up and a lace blouse? Well I guess you don't get out much. This happens to be a very stylish and expensive outfit. Last Tuesday, I was voted "Darkest Dressed" at

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(The band Coldplay recently announced a "secret buzz show" at the Fillmore here in San Francisco. With such a popular band playing such a small venue, the tickets predictably sold out in about 10 seconds. In the subsequent hours and days leading up to tonight's show, a desperate frenzy of insanity broke out in the "tickets" section of Craigslist, with people making staggeringly ridiculous

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What do you mean, you won't go home with me? Let me tell you something right now - I work in advertising, goddammit! I have the coolest job in the world because I am the coolest person in the world. Do you understand what that means, you hot little piece of Asian action?First of all, I'm hilarious and witty. Everyone in advertising is, although usually not as much as me. I am the sole reason

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by Alex C. BlaggLet's see...no new e-mail. No recent comments on the blog. Site stats are good - stable. Already read this week's Onion. Hmm. I could work. Nah... I wonder what Molly* is up to these days? Its been nearly a week since I last checked. Let's head over to Google see if there have been any developments, shall we? "molly reddick"Oh wait, she got married. I wonder if she took

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Look, I'm sure you're nice people - we've truly enjoyed your inflight banter. Your stories about Florida have been interesting and we really hope your son works out his alcohol problems. But when that "fasten seatbelts" light goes off, you had better stay the fuck out of our way. We WILL get off this plane before you - mabye by as much as 30 or 45 seconds - or my name isn't Harv Peterson.

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Conor Oberst, the young tormented genius behind indie rock sensation Bright Eyes, has apparently been keeping a secret "friends only" Livejournal. Through a friend of a friend who's friends with this coke dealer/vintage clothes seller/DJ in the East Village, I have obtained exclusive excerpts from Oberst's journal, which chronicles the tortured troubador's personal fears, anxieties and emotional

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This is absolutely ridiculous. You're going to stand there and look me in the eyes and tell me I can't come into your Misshapes DJ dancing party? ME!?! I mean, do you even know who I am?I was a professional baseball player in the Major Leagues! A pitcher. For the Dodgers. That's in LOS ANGELES! Maybe I'm not dressed "fly" like these other cool cats going into your nightclub here, but I'm

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You know who you are. Standing behind that deck of turntables, holding one headphone to your ear, being pretentious and aloof as you play with knobs and shuffle through records. You can just settle down, because nobody cares that you're a DJ.1. Rave DJ -- Dude, first of all, raves were never even cool to begin with. The fact that you're still trying to "keep the party going" ten years later

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As much as I've tried to block out the wretched years I spent whoring myself out to the food service industry, my previous misery continues to haunt me. Those tipless shifts, drunken nights and hungover mornings are now far enough in my rearview mirror to revisit them one last time, in a hopeful attempt at ridding myself of these awful memories.While I was in college, I worked at a number of

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In August of 1994, "Clippy" the Paperclip was born to humble beginnings at the ACCO Office Supplies manufacturing plant in Lincolnshire, Illinois. As just one of 2,900,000 twins, nobody at ACCO could ever have imagined the heights to which Clippy would one day soar.Shipped from Illinois in an industrial size box of 4,000 paperclips, Clippy was delivered to the Microsoft Corporate Campus in

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I was walking home Sunday morning with my coffee when I encountered a post-comedown "raver" couple getting into a screaming argument in the middle of the street, presumably over who drank the last of the vodka and Red Bull, or used up all the Vicks Vapor Rub or something. As the blonde-tipped, orange-tanned Backseat Barbie shrieked grotesquely, her hair-gelled, ecstacy-selling, FUBU-sporting

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I happen to work next door to a Whole Foods Market, which is one of those fruity California grocery stores where everything is overpriced because it is "organic, free range, super-health-charged, protien-enhanced, etc". The rich, self-obsessed and insecure soccer moms out here love that sort of shit. I also eat lunch there almost every day because its close and I'm too lazy to go find something

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(In another instance where I introduce - then never continue - a new regular feature here at BlaggBlogg, I have decided to try my hand at book reviewing. As a not-so-humble person, I thought it necessary to choose a subject worthy of my substantial intellect and talent. So, I chose The Holy Bible, an ancient document many consider to be the most influential in the history of all mankind.)Written

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There's nothing worse than when a superior co-worker praises my hard work by saying, "Wow, you're a rockstar!" No, Janice, I'm actually NOT a rockstar. Rockstars ride around in limos, doing blow off the bronze thighs of the hot models they're sandwiched between. I work in a cubicle and drink shitty coffee. There is a difference.While we're at it, I'm also sick of people referring to themselves

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The Arcade Fire's debut album Funeral has been dominating my iPod for over a month now, so when I went to see them play last night at Bottom of the Hill, I had really high expectations for the show. All I have to say is:Holy. Fucking. Shit.I might later regret saying this, but last night I felt like what I imagined seeing an early Pixies, Radiohead or Nirvana show must have felt like. I've

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