Comedy?

Comedy has changed. There is now way around it. Things that were funny in yesteryear are lost on today's young and short attention spanned market. I take, for example, the stark contrast between the Saturday Night Lives of the 1980's and the SNL's of today. "I gotta have more cowbell" rings clear in my ears as a beautiful symphony of stringed and horned instruments. Compare "cowbell" with the annoying voices of the coneheads of the late 80's and early 90's. One must agree that something has changed. The real question that must be answered is can the two ever truly coexist peacefully. Up until this point I feel as though there has been a war raging. And do not be fooled by the generation gap that appears to be the problem. For, in my experience as a human being living in Lisbon, Portugal I have found that comedy often does not transcend cultural barriers. How can this problem ever end?Well my friends, I believe that I have found the answer to the question. The enigma has found its solution in one movie. Yes, it is true, there is one movie that transcended cultural barriers, social changes, and even defies time. What is that one movie? Anchorman? No. Old people don't like it. Three Amigos? No, young people don't get it. The Passion? No, that's no comedy. The true answer comes in an unexpected place. May I suggest that Home Alone is the answer? Home Alone is the key to our comedic distress. It answers the questions of time, space, and everything in between. Old people find it humorous, the Dutch find it mezmorizing, kids can't stop giggling, and even the fans of such movies as Zoolander and Old School can't deny the comedic timing of Joe Pesci and Daniel Stern when teamed up with little Macauley. That is the answer. There is nothing else.
I am Raj and I am man.

I'm a stealer...

Hey look everyone... I came up with my own picture of Peter Jennings and Vicente Fox. I think they are the same person. It freaks me right the f*ck out....





Take that Rebecca Marie.... I'd like you to make a claim about me stealing posts this time!


I would like to apologize to everyone who got mean comments from me last night... Stacy and I got a little out of control with our box of wine.....

Mmmm... Frozen Code Red Slurpee

I feel like a slurpee. Wait. Yeah, I really really do.

Hey Dr. Nick

How did I get here? I know you are asking this. So I'll tell you but prepare yourself because it's a long story. Here's the path:

Facebook
Stacy
Arwin/ Unnamed Work Of Genius
other bloggers

I read Arwin's blog for a while and decided to check out some others. They weren't as stupid as I thought they would be and Stacy told me that I should show them all up, so I'm giving it a go. Hopefully some of them will start commenting. It's not very fun when you don't get those comments, but I guess I did just start a few days ago, so I can't be too greedy. But I will anyways.
I now leave you with this quote from the best movie of all time, Prince of Tides:

Stay away from boys 'cause they are all disgusting, self-indulgent beasts that pee on bushes and pick their noses.

Bastards.

Work! Help! Save Raj!

I was greeted by rank this morning at work. The story goes like this: for over 6 months at work, there was this bathroom near the lobby that s.m.e.l.l.e.d. like someone took pooh and mixed it with road kill, let it ferment and then stuck it in the oven. however it smelled it was a very unprofessional odor. against the fire code, we lit candles to combat the smell. we became dangerously used to it in a disgusting way. but visitors never did."what is that smell?""where is that coming from?""Raj, what did you do?!"we tried Oust, Febreeze, Glade, everything.finally, our facilities department started searching for the source of the smell. was it the sink in the basement below the bathroom? maybe the "water trap" or whatever it is called that keeps gaseous substances from leaking up from underground had dried out.nope, it wasn't the sink.was it the drinking fountain in the hallway that hadn't worked for years? they disconnected the drain pipe and put up an "out of order" sign.nope, it wasn't the drinking fountain.this building is so old, they don't even have the original blue prints anymore. they couldn't locate old pipes without knocking down walls.so, they started knocking down walls.finally they found the culprit. it was a pipe that was quite clogged with unidentifiable brown stuff. but it stank.after that, we were fantastically smell-free and carried on our general office duties, blogging and craigslist browsing in bliss.until today.there are two bathrooms on the main floor, the one that stank, as I said before was near the lobby. the other one is right next to my office. It is Rank! will I have to breathe this unidentifiable flith for over 6 months before they find the problem? what if this causes lung cancer or boils? will they pay my medical bills? i can't work like this.

My First Post!

Wow, my very first post on my brand new blog site! I wonder if anyone will ever read this? I always said that I would never be a part of the blogging craze, but I guess there are a few things that I said I'd never do. Oh well, every day is a new opportunity filled with surprises.
Speaking of surprises! It was my birthday yesterday and my friend Stacy threw me this huge birthday bash filled with all these ridiculous games like pin the tail on the donkey and bobbing for apples. It was childish, but it was fun. Stacy, if you're reading this, thanks you're the best!

The purpose of this blog is to review life as it comes. I would like to review movies, music, and other such things. It's an experiment, so we'll see how it goes.