Author Archives: Rob MacD

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This sentence above is a gramtically correct sentence.  I find that fascinating.

If you can’t figure it out without help (like I couldn’t), this will help you:

Bison from Buffalo, New York, who are intimidated by other bison in
their community also happen to intimidate other bison in their
community.

Yeah, the universe is infinite and all that, and multiple realities where everyone one can think, say or do has already been thought, said or done, an infinite number of times.

Still, can you come up with a question that’s likely never been asked before, using words that actually exist, and that more or less makes sense, gramatically?

I’ve been sitting here thinking, and I’m drawing a blank.

How about:

Where were you in the year 2078, at 17 seconds past the time that the lynx ate the Hoover Dam employee?

Prove me wrong.  Or come up with your own.

Because it’s one of my wife’s favourite songs.  That is, one of the songs my wife enjoys the most, not the favourite song of one of my wives.  ‘Cause, I only have one wife, and if I had more than one, I would have written ‘one of my wives’ favourite songs’.

Check out the link to the right.  You can buy our Chimp album at CDBaby!  Just $12.00 to have it shipped right to your home.  Or you can buy it in mp3 format for just $9.99.

Make Santa’s job easy.  Pick up Chimp: Thundercrack!

I came across this Odiogo thing that allows you to turn your blog posts into podcasts, or into audio which you can download, listen to, or whatever.  I thought I’d try it out.

I’m posting the opening monologue from last summer’s Castrato sketch from Sketch 22.  I want to see if it does justice to the text.  Heck, this could revolutionize the way we perform our sketches!!

Have a listen to this.

IL Castrato, Scene 1.

Lights up.

A dressing room, such as in any theater anywhere.

Il Castrato sits at the dressing table. He addresses the audience.

Castrato:
Alas, my friends, attend this tale of woe.
For I, gelded on fame’s throne lately sat
For tunes warbl’d, am falsetto castrat.
Cel’brated by all, like angel’s rejoice
Melodies sung on high in pure of voice.
A pre-pubescent stunt, doctor performed:
My testicles chopp’d when not yet tenor
Left me permanently baritone deaf!
Now, my talents unequall’d, fame unmatch’d
Where ‘ere I arrive, E! News is dispatch’d.
Fame, wealth, power. Invites to parties all.
Would give’t all up just once to rub my balls.

Here’s a new game on The Annekenstein Monster:  How Many Carrots?

For our inaugural gameplay, the question is:

How many carrots can Julia Roberts stuff in her mouth at the same time?

Answers to choose from:

1) 1

2) 2 or less

3) 3 or more

4) when you say “carrots” do you really mean something else?

Tune in tomorrow for the correct answer!

This may be the saddest garfield minus garfield strip ever:

Google Images is now hosting thousands 10 million! Time-Life photos.

I thought I’d take a browse through images from 1965, the year I was born.  When I came across this one of Lady Bird Johnson…

… I was reminded of this one from my family collection…

Did you know that today is Transgender Remembrance Day?

Me neither.

Lest We Forget.

I was watching a not very good movie last night.  The second Nicolas Cage Treasure Hunter movie, whatever it’s called.

The following would be considered a spoiler, if you haven’t seen the movie yet.

At one point Nic kidnaps the POTUS. Nobody really knows it was Nic who’s kidnapped him.
Another character, a high-ranking FBI guy (played by Harvey Keitel) who is kind of keeping tabs on Nic’s actions, gets a phone call to inform him of this information.  This is how the scene is played:

Harvey, getting out of an FBI vehicle, gets a phone call.

Harvey (answers):  Hello?

There is silence as the other end talks.  We assume he is being told “The President has been kidnapped!”

Harvey:  He was what?

Shorter silence as we assume the other end says “He was kidnapped!”

Without saying another word, Harvey hangs up the phone. He thinks about it for a second, then realizes who is behind it, and says:

Harvey: Nic’s character’s name!!

I really hate scenes like this.  If you were a high-ranking FBI agent and you just got a phone call that said “The President of the United States has just been kidnapped!”, would you hang up before you asked a few “who, when, where” type questions?  You probably would.

But this guy gets the phone call, makes no comment to the guy who phoned him, and hangs up.

I hate movie scenes like this.