A River Runs Through it 2: The Creekquel
No Country for Old Men 2: The Bleakquel
Peeping Tom 2: The Peekquel
Shopgirl 2: The Boutiquel
Last Year at Marienbad 2: The Obliquel
Dracula 2: The Widow's Peakquel
Eyes Wide Shut 2: The Asscheekquel
Catch a Fire 2: The Mozambiquel
Showing posts with label indefensible puns. Show all posts
Showing posts with label indefensible puns. Show all posts
Thursday, April 07, 2011
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
You Dropped the Ball, New York Tabloids
Like everyone in New York, I was excited to see what headlines the tabloids would use for the Elliott Spitzer prostitution scandal. Yet I was disappointed when the best the Daily News could come up with, was:
"PAY FOR LUV GOV"
Really, Daily News? I mean, aside from barely making any sense (it sounds like the hookers were paying him and I sincerely doubt Spitzer's that great a lay) the best you could do was to shorten governor and rhyme it with "luv?" This looks like something you'd find in a Valentine's Day Candy Heart Scandal-Pak. Where's the elan? The ribald puns? The ugly joy of a conservative rag reveling in the fall of a democratic governor? Surely the New York Post wouldn't let me down!
"HO NO!"
Yes, that's what they came up with. Ho no. It's not without its pithy charms. It has some of the punning, unseemly enthusiasm I'm looking for. But come on! This is a major sex scandal featuring the governor of our home state! Let's get it together, New York tabloids! How about something like...
CONCU-BIND!
or
GOV BRINGS WHOREMONY TO NY POLITICS
or
GOVERNOR HARD ON BALL STREET
or
SLITS SITS ON SPITZ' BITS*
*this would also be the Daily Variety headline.
or
REFORM CUMS TO AL-BONING
Then again, they could go with something a little more subtle...
"PAY FOR LUV GOV"
Really, Daily News? I mean, aside from barely making any sense (it sounds like the hookers were paying him and I sincerely doubt Spitzer's that great a lay) the best you could do was to shorten governor and rhyme it with "luv?" This looks like something you'd find in a Valentine's Day Candy Heart Scandal-Pak. Where's the elan? The ribald puns? The ugly joy of a conservative rag reveling in the fall of a democratic governor? Surely the New York Post wouldn't let me down!
"HO NO!"
Yes, that's what they came up with. Ho no. It's not without its pithy charms. It has some of the punning, unseemly enthusiasm I'm looking for. But come on! This is a major sex scandal featuring the governor of our home state! Let's get it together, New York tabloids! How about something like...
CONCU-BIND!
or
GOV BRINGS WHOREMONY TO NY POLITICS
or
GOVERNOR HARD ON BALL STREET
or
SLITS SITS ON SPITZ' BITS*
*this would also be the Daily Variety headline.
or
REFORM CUMS TO AL-BONING
Then again, they could go with something a little more subtle...
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Just Think...
Hundreds of thousands of years ago, our forebears Fred and Wilma were trying to decide between Hilary Clinstone and Barerock Obama.
The more things change, man...
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The more things change, man...
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Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Too Soon?
1:50 PM me: New get-rich-quick scheme:
The Heath Ledger Memorial Leaf Hedger
only $19.95
1:51 PM Matt: how does it work?
me: It's a normal hedger, but it comes with a drug interaction warning.
1:53 PM Matt: That sounds almost as good as my Darth Vader collectible Death Hater.
Hates death for you for only 24.95.
me: That must free up a lot of time.
Matt: You'd be surprised.
I've taken up yoga again!
1:55 PM me: Or I could sell my Burgess Meredeth memorial Merges Berry-Meth.
It blends berries and meth into a delicious drug smoothie.
1:59 PM Matt: Sort of runs contradictory to your first invention, doesn't it?
2:00 PM me: Look, the idea is entrepreneurship, not baby-sitting the American consumer.
They can make their own bad choices.
2:01 PM Matt: Lord knows I learned that lesson with my Humphrey Bogart memorial Go-Karts.
2:02 PM which were fueled with... alcoholism.
me: At least consumers knew what they were getting.
2:03 PM I took a bath on those Brad Renfro memorial Rad Bren-Fros.
I mean, they knew they were rad.
And that they were some kind of fro.
But I guess "bren" was too obscure for them.
2:04 PM Matt: the public is a fickle mistress indeed.
me: I thought everyone would know that it was Old English for "burn." But I guess there's not a big enough market for radical fro burning anyway.
Matt: Take my Woody Harrelson memorial Sarrel-hons.
Sure Woody Harrelson isn't even dead
and the rest is just nonsense.
But the point remains, I have a family to feed!
me: True.
>lights up a cigar<
>sighs wistfully<
2:06 PM Maybe we're just not cut out for the celebrity death industry.
Matt: then what in the john candied world are we cut out for?
2:07 PM me: [CURTAIN FALLS]
2:08 PM [END OF ACT ONE of DAVID MAMET'S JOHN CANDY JOHN LENNON]
2:09 PM Matt: [hordes of senior citizens seen leaving the theater in disgust]
Friday, January 04, 2008
Episode Eight of The Flop House is ONLINE!
This is sort of a belated announcement, since I forgot to cross-post this in the excitement (read: drunkenness) of the holidays and such -- this was up on the Flop House official site before Christmas -- but the latest episode of The Flop House is up and ready for your aural pleasure. (That's right. Dan's not afraid to take advantage of a homophone for a dirty pun. He is a high class comedy writer!)
Anyway: here's our holiday present to you -- the longest Flop House ever! Just download it to your iPod or off-brand MP3 player, slip the headphones in, and let the hours* slip by in a haze of bad-movie-induced laughter.
*actual time of podcast: 48minutes, 13 seconds.
In this episode, Daily Show segment producer and Metro columnist Elliott Kalan joins us, to discuss Lindsay Lohan's tour de force dual performance as a girl and another, slightly sluttier girl, in I Know Who Killed Me. Meanwhile, Stuart discusses decorating plans for his evidence dungeon, Dan mentions a lost Neil Simon play that should stay lost, and Elliott fills us in on the life and works of Art Bell.
0:00 – 0:32 Introduction and theme.
0:33 – 36:54 I Know Who Killed Me - just as lurid as the title suggests? Or lurid-er?
36:55 – 40:15 Final judgments.
40:16 – 45:13 The sad bastards recommend.
45:14 – 48:13 Podcasty business, goodbyes, theme, and outtakes.
Download it here, or paste theflophouse.libsyn.com/rss into iTunes (or your favorite podcatching software) to have new episodes delivered to you directly, as they're released.
A note: we've eliminated the movie synopsis at the beginning of the episode, as we've heard people say that they'd rather just get into the fun stuff right away. However, if you want a little context for the discussion, we'll still post links to the Wikipedia pages for these films, which tend to have fairly thorough plot summaries.
Anyway: here's our holiday present to you -- the longest Flop House ever! Just download it to your iPod or off-brand MP3 player, slip the headphones in, and let the hours* slip by in a haze of bad-movie-induced laughter.
*actual time of podcast: 48minutes, 13 seconds.
In this episode, Daily Show segment producer and Metro columnist Elliott Kalan joins us, to discuss Lindsay Lohan's tour de force dual performance as a girl and another, slightly sluttier girl, in I Know Who Killed Me. Meanwhile, Stuart discusses decorating plans for his evidence dungeon, Dan mentions a lost Neil Simon play that should stay lost, and Elliott fills us in on the life and works of Art Bell.
0:00 – 0:32 Introduction and theme.
0:33 – 36:54 I Know Who Killed Me - just as lurid as the title suggests? Or lurid-er?
36:55 – 40:15 Final judgments.
40:16 – 45:13 The sad bastards recommend.
45:14 – 48:13 Podcasty business, goodbyes, theme, and outtakes.
Download it here, or paste theflophouse.libsyn.com/rss into iTunes (or your favorite podcatching software) to have new episodes delivered to you directly, as they're released.
A note: we've eliminated the movie synopsis at the beginning of the episode, as we've heard people say that they'd rather just get into the fun stuff right away. However, if you want a little context for the discussion, we'll still post links to the Wikipedia pages for these films, which tend to have fairly thorough plot summaries.
Friday, March 09, 2007
I Respond to a Blog Challenge
So, for the very first time, I have been issued a blog challenge. The lovely Fuse#8, Newbery Medal panelist and children's librarian extraordinare, has tasked me to re-write this (go read) and make it funny.
Oy. I try and limit my bad-mouthing of people to no more than 126 times a month, and Paul Rudnick and I have tangled before (well, insomuch as me attacking him via a one-sided blog post, while he's busy taking a limousine to his second limousine which takes him to his limousine-encrusted mansion, all the while being unaware of my existence counts as "tussling"). However, this seems to me to be a particularly egregious Shouts and Murmurs for two reasons.
1.) It's of that S&M family wherein a writer stumbles upon some soft news item in the back of Newsweek, takes 10 seconds to get the gist of it, then writes 500 completely un-trenchant words on the subject, while giving the impression that we should be grateful that he deigns to focus his Olympian wit on this wrongheaded nook of modern life. Oh the foibles! THE FOIBLES!
2.) He's making the same smutty joke over and over. (a) Find children's book (b) insert dirty word (c) repeat. In effect, he's simply playing the old porn movie title game-- hey everyone! Saving Private Ryan is now Saving Ryan's Privates! Ha Ha! Rudnick is dabbling in the job that hardworking porn screenwriters do everyday, without mainstream respectability or New Yorker cachet. They're the true heroes.
Anyway, considering that this is clearly a one-joke premise, the best strategy is to get in and get out. No point in using 500 words, when brevity is the s of w. With that in mind, I've re-written the piece, focusing only on the titles. Sure that turns my version into a simple list, and lists are the lowest form of comedy writing (although I've certainly done my share). But at least it doesn't belabor things.
Is it funnier? I don't know. I honestly didn't want to spend more than 10 minutes on it. But it's better than Marci X.
* * *
The Barenstein Bares Go to Nudist Camp
The Little Snatch Girl
This One's Pretty Much Porn for Teens, by Judy Blume
Dear Mr. Henshaw 2: Mom Said I Shouldn't Write to Adults on MySpace, but...
Johnny Tremendouscrotum
The Monster at the End of My Pants
Blueballs for Sal
Amelia Bedelia Misunderstands What it Means to "Butter the Muffin"
The Very Hungry Caterpillar
* * *
Okay. I feel dirty now. I promise not to work blue for a year.
Oy. I try and limit my bad-mouthing of people to no more than 126 times a month, and Paul Rudnick and I have tangled before (well, insomuch as me attacking him via a one-sided blog post, while he's busy taking a limousine to his second limousine which takes him to his limousine-encrusted mansion, all the while being unaware of my existence counts as "tussling"). However, this seems to me to be a particularly egregious Shouts and Murmurs for two reasons.
1.) It's of that S&M family wherein a writer stumbles upon some soft news item in the back of Newsweek, takes 10 seconds to get the gist of it, then writes 500 completely un-trenchant words on the subject, while giving the impression that we should be grateful that he deigns to focus his Olympian wit on this wrongheaded nook of modern life. Oh the foibles! THE FOIBLES!
2.) He's making the same smutty joke over and over. (a) Find children's book (b) insert dirty word (c) repeat. In effect, he's simply playing the old porn movie title game-- hey everyone! Saving Private Ryan is now Saving Ryan's Privates! Ha Ha! Rudnick is dabbling in the job that hardworking porn screenwriters do everyday, without mainstream respectability or New Yorker cachet. They're the true heroes.
Anyway, considering that this is clearly a one-joke premise, the best strategy is to get in and get out. No point in using 500 words, when brevity is the s of w. With that in mind, I've re-written the piece, focusing only on the titles. Sure that turns my version into a simple list, and lists are the lowest form of comedy writing (although I've certainly done my share). But at least it doesn't belabor things.
Is it funnier? I don't know. I honestly didn't want to spend more than 10 minutes on it. But it's better than Marci X.
* * *
The Barenstein Bares Go to Nudist Camp
The Little Snatch Girl
This One's Pretty Much Porn for Teens, by Judy Blume
Dear Mr. Henshaw 2: Mom Said I Shouldn't Write to Adults on MySpace, but...
Johnny Tremendouscrotum
The Monster at the End of My Pants
Blueballs for Sal
Amelia Bedelia Misunderstands What it Means to "Butter the Muffin"
The Very Hungry Caterpillar
* * *
Okay. I feel dirty now. I promise not to work blue for a year.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
In Which I Object to the Marketing of Certain Distasteful Items
Apparently, the urinal in our office is a "Flushboy" brand toilet fixture. I am a firm believer that urinals should not be given anthropomorphic nicknames. Here are some other products that I would appreciate people not inventing:
- Plungerette
- Ipecacadet
- Bedpanymph
- Diaphramaster
- Colonoscopuppy
- Rape Whistler's Mother
Friday, August 18, 2006
In Which I Make an Inquiry Regarding Current "Popular" Culture
What's all this I keep hearing about Snorks on a plane?
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
In Which I Discourse On a Number of Subtle Distinctions, Which are Important to Note
Pod Kast - A podcast focusing on issues important to the band OutKast.
Out Cast - A podcast focusing on issues important to the gay community.
--
Swingline - A kind of stapler.
Swing Line - A boat cruise catering exclusively to wife-swappers.
--
Morning Dew - Something that often comes from a male teenager's genitals.
Mountain Dew - Urine.
--
The Pulitzer Prize - The highest honor in journalism.
The Pull It, Sir! Prize - The highest honor in masturbation.
--
Okay, this post has just devolved into a series of dirty jokes. I apologize to you all, but mostly to my parents. You put me through college for this?
Out Cast - A podcast focusing on issues important to the gay community.
--
Swingline - A kind of stapler.
Swing Line - A boat cruise catering exclusively to wife-swappers.
--
Morning Dew - Something that often comes from a male teenager's genitals.
Mountain Dew - Urine.
--
The Pulitzer Prize - The highest honor in journalism.
The Pull It, Sir! Prize - The highest honor in masturbation.
--
Okay, this post has just devolved into a series of dirty jokes. I apologize to you all, but mostly to my parents. You put me through college for this?
Friday, June 23, 2006
The Heat Makes Me Logy
So you may have noticed a slight slow-down in postings here, other than the seemingly endless shilling for the Primetime Kalan (debuting tomorrow!). There are a couple of reasons for that:
1. Comedy slows down in the summer. It seems counterintuitive, but it's far easier to get people to come see your show when they have to wade through ankle-deep slush than when it's nice outside. As much as people may enjoy comedy shows (hint: it's not that much), in the summer they prefer to spend their time burning meat outdoors over an open flame or sitting in an air-conditioned theater watching anthropomorphic cars fall in love (and then... what? Fuck? Does the male's exhaust pipe fit snugly into the female's gas-hole? Do child cars pop out the trunk? Do I regret typing gas-hole? The answer, to the final question at least, is yes).
2. I'm not involved in so many ongoing shows. Many of the shows I used to do (like Sara Schaefer is Obsessed With You) have gone to their eternal rest. The stuff I'm doing now is either monthly, like the Primetime Kalan, or it's got a longer lead time, for production reasons, like Captains in Space. Other than that, I've just been doing guest stuff for friends who have been nice enough to ask-- like Andres' Giant Tuesday Night (which is on Summer break) or Sara's Video Gaga. (Speaking of which, Sara put her great music video ode to PowerPoint online. Go check it out.)
3. I'm intentionally taking it a little slower, because I'm working on writing a screenplay. It's my goal to have it done by the end of the year. Unfortunately, I had a significant setback recently-- I had gotten as far as having my synopsis and characters worked out, when I saw a trailer for this movie, due out in August. Grrr. My nascent screenplay had nearly the same premise... or at least close enough that anyone who read it would immediately think of this film. So it's back to square one. Oh well. As my friend Matt said, it's my own fault for naming my screenplay "Untitled Justin Long Project 2006."
Anyway, I apologize for the slow, and/ or repetitious content of late (even though, at the best of times, it's mainly just me shilling my shows). Things may pick up a bit in the fall, but in the meanwhile, take a break from pondering Cars' anatomy once in a while, and come see me live.
1. Comedy slows down in the summer. It seems counterintuitive, but it's far easier to get people to come see your show when they have to wade through ankle-deep slush than when it's nice outside. As much as people may enjoy comedy shows (hint: it's not that much), in the summer they prefer to spend their time burning meat outdoors over an open flame or sitting in an air-conditioned theater watching anthropomorphic cars fall in love (and then... what? Fuck? Does the male's exhaust pipe fit snugly into the female's gas-hole? Do child cars pop out the trunk? Do I regret typing gas-hole? The answer, to the final question at least, is yes).
2. I'm not involved in so many ongoing shows. Many of the shows I used to do (like Sara Schaefer is Obsessed With You) have gone to their eternal rest. The stuff I'm doing now is either monthly, like the Primetime Kalan, or it's got a longer lead time, for production reasons, like Captains in Space. Other than that, I've just been doing guest stuff for friends who have been nice enough to ask-- like Andres' Giant Tuesday Night (which is on Summer break) or Sara's Video Gaga. (Speaking of which, Sara put her great music video ode to PowerPoint online. Go check it out.)
3. I'm intentionally taking it a little slower, because I'm working on writing a screenplay. It's my goal to have it done by the end of the year. Unfortunately, I had a significant setback recently-- I had gotten as far as having my synopsis and characters worked out, when I saw a trailer for this movie, due out in August. Grrr. My nascent screenplay had nearly the same premise... or at least close enough that anyone who read it would immediately think of this film. So it's back to square one. Oh well. As my friend Matt said, it's my own fault for naming my screenplay "Untitled Justin Long Project 2006."
Anyway, I apologize for the slow, and/ or repetitious content of late (even though, at the best of times, it's mainly just me shilling my shows). Things may pick up a bit in the fall, but in the meanwhile, take a break from pondering Cars' anatomy once in a while, and come see me live.
"I'm gonna do you tricycle-style."
UPDATE: Superfan #1, Liz, points out that the correct off-color pun would be "muffler." Kudos to you, Liz. If there was a Whither Laffs t-shirt, it would be in the mail.
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UPDATE: Superfan #1, Liz, points out that the correct off-color pun would be "muffler." Kudos to you, Liz. If there was a Whither Laffs t-shirt, it would be in the mail.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Captains Live Tonight!
Just a reminder, the second installment of our "Captains LIVE!" Big Bang/ Manhattan Comedy Collective showings is tonight. The episodes will be there every Thursday this month, but this may be the last time both Fed and I will be on hand to introduce them.
Captains in Space
Thursday, May 11 (tonight) at 7:15 PM
The Gene Frankel Theater Underground
24 Bond Street (aka East 2nd St.)
In the East Village, on the north side of Bond Street, between Bowery & Lafayette, in the basement theater. Take the 6 to Bleeker, B/D/F/V to Broadway Lafayette, or R to Prince.
The ticket price is $10, but that entitles you to stay for the whole night of shows and gets you one free beer. Also, if you show up at 7, I think there may be a discount-- but don't quote me on that.
In related news, Captain Fed has a MySpace page. I don't know how he's able to access the internet from deep space-- perhaps the OTTO-5 comes equipped with super-powerful wi-fi. Odder still is the way he's able to access early 21st century webpages from the year 2089, but perhaps he's using one of those OhForChrissakeItsJustABit devices. They're pretty versatile.
Oh, that reminds me: if we ever make a spin-off show, it should be called Captains in MYSPACE!
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Captains in SpaceThursday, May 11 (tonight) at 7:15 PM
The Gene Frankel Theater Underground
24 Bond Street (aka East 2nd St.)
In the East Village, on the north side of Bond Street, between Bowery & Lafayette, in the basement theater. Take the 6 to Bleeker, B/D/F/V to Broadway Lafayette, or R to Prince.
The ticket price is $10, but that entitles you to stay for the whole night of shows and gets you one free beer. Also, if you show up at 7, I think there may be a discount-- but don't quote me on that.
In related news, Captain Fed has a MySpace page. I don't know how he's able to access the internet from deep space-- perhaps the OTTO-5 comes equipped with super-powerful wi-fi. Odder still is the way he's able to access early 21st century webpages from the year 2089, but perhaps he's using one of those OhForChrissakeItsJustABit devices. They're pretty versatile.
Oh, that reminds me: if we ever make a spin-off show, it should be called Captains in MYSPACE!
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Thursday, February 02, 2006
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Suggestion
I think 70's House would be a better show if it was just Hugh Laurie wearing bell bottoms.
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