Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Live Blogging the Republican Convention

-Laura Bush is introducing her husband, who is "gonna be 'pearing lave via satuhlat fr' th' Whaht Has."

-First lady mentions that her husband has:

...enabled millions of HIV positive Africans access to retroviral drugs. This is true. He has done that. Ask Bono.

...given 50 million people the chance to "live in freedom" in Iraq and Afghanistan. To paraphrase Mandy Patinkin: You keep using that word, "freedom". I do not think it means what you think it means.

...kept Americans safe. That's a funny way to put it. Because, actually what he has done is go and kick a big ol' hole in the hornet nest with his cowboy boot. And our children will feel the effects of that. Think about how many 5 year old boys there are in Iraq who knew little about America and cared even less before George Bush started bombing their neighborhood and killed their family. But now those little boys will dedicate the rest of their lives to their vengeful hatred of America.

-I'm not kidding you, nearly every other person in the hall is wearing a cowboy hat. Seriously.

-Still no sign of a black person.

-There are signs everywhere that say "Country First". You know what would be really ironic? If during this very convention, the New York Times were to break a front page story revealing that the "Country First" Vice Presidential nominee was a former member of the Alaskan Independence Party, which aims to secede from the United States and possibly join Canada.

-Oh, there's a black guy! Wearing a cowboy hat.

-Here's W... Riotous applause goes on for fifteen seconds.

-"If the Hanoi Hilton couldn't break John McCain's will to do what is best for his country, you can be sure the angry left never will." Awesome. Extra points for the comparison of the Viet Cong to the Democratic Party.

-Cindy McCain loved that one. Her expression almost changed.

-W. talks about how John and Cindy McCain have so many kids, including an adopted one, and how McCain knows that "human life is fragile, that human life is precious, that human life (big smirk and cartoonish furrowing of the brows) MUST BE DEFENDED." Now, this is a fascinating statement for two reasons. First, of course, there's the mandatory pro-life declaration that has to be made every fifteen minutes during the convention (not to be confused with the obligatory detailed re-telling of John McCain's POW experience, which must occur every half hour). But it's also amusing that Bush references the adopted McCain baby, who is Bangladeshi. You might recall that George W. Bush's own campaign smeared John McCain in the 2000 primaries by referring to McCain's adopted daughter as his "illegitimate black child".

-I'm close to coming up with a sweet joke about Barbara Bush, Cindy McCain and their pearl necklaces.

-W. refers to his "tax relief" that he "knows John McCain will make permanent". Relief, as in "Thanks to McCain's tax relief, I was finally able to add a helicopter pad to my yacht."

-Oh shit! Reagan Tribute Video! Really?! Haven't they been doing these at every convention since '88? Says that Reagan put "country first" and was a "maverick" The phrase "Like Lincoln, Reagan..." is used.

-And now, ladies and gentleman, former Senator Fred Thompson. He's not a real leader, but he plays one on TV!







Thursday, May 22, 2008

Fischerblog Endorses: David Ford

Here are the answers to the questions that you're going to be asking in about thirty seconds:  1) He does it using digital looping devices triggered with pedals at his feet.  He has them all over the studio, hooked up to everything.  2) It took four takes to get it right.  3) Technical wizardry aside, yes, the song really is that good.  The whole album is. 

Friday, May 9, 2008

Really?

You're just going to come right out and ask me if I'm shitting uncontrollably today?  And is that supposed to be an ass in the lower right corner?  Really?  Look, I'm just trying to get to work.  

Is it just me, or are these two photos of the same dude?

        
   


Friday, April 11, 2008

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Are We Still Doing This?

Really?  Are we still too angry to call yummy things "French"?  You'll recall "Freedom Fries" and "Freedom Toast".  In fact, in 2003, the U.S. Capitol cafeteria officially removed all mention of the word "French" from its menu, after Congressman Bob Ney demanded it.  See, back in '03 folks here in the U!S!A! were pissed that the French government refused to support the American invasion of Iraq.  French officials didn't believe there was adequate evidence that Saddam possessed weapons of mass destruction and argued for more extensive searches by UN weapons inspectors.  Well, nothing gets under our khakis here in 'Merca like not supporting an invasion that we've spent months tailgating for.  And so the streets ran red with spilt Frenchie wine.  Boycotts ensued.  
This man could not get a job: 
Although, come to think of it, that probably had more to do with coke and boywhores than his name.  But I digress.

Flash forward to 2006, and, sacre bleu,  it turns out that the French were absolutely right.  Funny thing about those WMD.  Yeah, not there.  None.  Not a one.  A bipartisan Congressional committee presented a 142 page report to the president that said so (if only he read).  But despite the complete vindication of the French government's position, Americans still don't seem ready to bury le hatchet.   Perhaps Congressman Bob Ney will set the standard and admit the error of his ways, since he seems to be doing a lot of that lately; In 2007, Ney pleaded guilty to taking thousands of dollars in bribes from a lobbyist.  Here's a picture of him sharting himself after being sentenced to 30 months in federal prison:

Cheer up, Bob.  30 months is only half as long as the war has gone on.  Good luck in prison.  Enjoy the Freedom Kissing.

Friday, March 14, 2008

Bad Motherfucker Of The Week:
Buster Martin


I should begin by noting that, unlike most posts, which are rife with exaggeration and any line of BS that I think might make a given topic funnier, every detail of this edition of BMFOTW is entirely factual.  There's simply nothing that I could add to this story to make it better than it actually is (and believe me, I tried).  So, for today, and today only, I lay my lily-guilding tools aside, and pay tribute to the Bad Motherfucker that is Buster Martin.  Just the facts:

-Last weekend, the 101-year-old Martin completed the London Half-Marathon in just over five hours.

-He would've finished sooner, but for his mid-race ritual of stopping for a pint of beer and a cigarette.  Buster loves running, "but not as much as I love my beer." *

-Martin already holds world records for oldest competitor in a 5K, 10K and half-marathon race, and plans to become the world's oldest marathoner when he runs the London Marathon next month.

-He is the father of 17 children, but laments:  "Pity I didn't have any more kids." *

-Buster sings with a rock band called The Zimmers, whose members' combined ages total over 3000.  The group had a hit single last year, covering The Who's "My Generation".

-He wears the iconic wolfman beard and trucker hat ensemble favored by distance running legends.

God Speed, Buster Martin.  You, sir, are truly a Bad Motherfucker.


Special thanks to Schultzilla for the tip on this one.

*(ABC News)

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Fischerblog Endorses:
Garfield Minus Garfield


Someone discovered that if Garfield is removed from the "Garfield" comic strip, it becomes a darkly funny meditation on psychosis, isolation and depression, starring Jon Arbuckle, Garfield's owner.  He's clearly bipolar, schizophrenic and all kinds of existential fun.  Enjoy "Garfield Minus Garfield":


Monday, March 10, 2008

Weapon Of Mass Destruction Found In Iraq

Chuck Norris is visiting the troops this week.  His itinerary includes touring bases, speaking at USO functions, and crushing the insurgency with his bare hands.  

Because One Post Is Not Enough To Hold
Chuck Norris

This picture gets more awesome the longer you look at it.  They should just photoshop Kevin Spacey out of it and put the whole thing on the back of the hundred dollar bill. 

What's that?  I'm sorry, I just received word that the man standing dangerously close to Chizzle Nizzle is actually former presidential hopeful and continuing evolution disbeliever, Mike Huckabee. In a related story, Mrs. Norris has announced that she is expecting.  Doctors have determined that the child was conceived at the instant this photo was snapped.  Seriously, dude.  That's all it takes.

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Great Moments In Human Evolution:
Cinnabon Lip Balm

Goddamn, I love a good Cinnabon. But you know what blows? They're so inconvenient. Say you're driving your Hummer; you have to keep at least one hand on the wheel. You've got your iPhone (or venti Frappaccino with extra whip) in the other hand, so how do you hold a Cinnabon? You can't, son. It's too dangerous. But even if you could hold it, you don't want to get that sweet goo all over the Eddie Bauer upholstery. Which brings me to the next problem with the Cinnabon: That shit gets everywhere. On your kids, on the remote, on the American flag hanging in the rear window (and that's disrespectful). You see what I'm saying, here. The Cinnabon is not user-friendly. And even if it was, you can't bring outside food into Wal-Mart or Applebee's. Trust me. But Jesus was obviously working through the good people at Cinnabon when they came up with this genius creation here. Now you can enjoy Cinnabon-y awesomeness anytime you want it. And it helps fight the cravings during those tough hours between Cinnabons. I'll be honest, I bit myself a few times when I first started using it, because my lips just tasted so amazing, but you get over that. Best of all, the lip balm is sexy as hell. Guys are all about making out with a girl who tastes like frosting and the ladies get horny when a dude smells like a mall. What an innovation. My only complaint is that my lips are really chapped from licking them so much.

Congratulations and thank you, Cinnabon. Keep thinking big. I can't wait for the mouthwash.

Weather Report

My tauntaun just died.  That's pretty much all you need to know.  



Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Send Fischerblog to show how much you care.

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Bad Motherfucker Of The Week:
Capt. Ian Wilkinson (Ret.)

Wilkinson, one of Cathay Pacific Airlines' most senior pilots, was given the honor of flying a brand new Boeing 777 on its maiden voyage from the Boeing plant in Seattle to Hong Kong.  Onboard for the ceremonial trip were various Cathay Pacific VIPs, including the chairman of the airline.  After takeoff, Captain Wilkinson raised the landing gear, banked the $100 million jet back towards the airfield, accelerated to 320 mph and dropped to 28 feet for a fly-by of the control tower.  
Upon landing in Hong Kong, Wilkinson received a champagne reception and was later fired. Following his termination, Wilkinson issued the following statement: "Yeehaw.  Great balls of fire."  He went on to explain that he viewed his dismissal as a blessing, as it will allow him to devote more time to his passion for playing shirtless volleyball with friend Val Kilmer.  Boeing engineers are divided about whether the dangerously low fly-by was the deliberate result of Wilkinson's piloting or caused by the overwhelming weight of his huge balls.

It could have been far worse. We can only imagine the scalding aftermath, had Wilkinson's fly-by taken place in the days before the to-go cup lid:




Friday, February 22, 2008

In Search Of The Serious Mustache

Esquire Magazine has declared the return of the "serious mustache".  You can read the article here, but the gist of it is that after being ironically hijacked by tracksuit-wearing hipsters a decade ago, the sincere, professional mustache is back.  I'm sorry, Esquire, but I'm not buying it.  I was with you when you suggested Stan Smiths with a suit,  and I was totally on board for the sweater vest revival, but this feels like bullshit to me.  We're not talking about guys who wear a helmet to work or are required to catch a ball as part of their job description.  We are speaking of an executive mustache, one worn by stylish men in suits, who have personal assistants and Blackberries (and read Esquire).  Myth, I say.  Here are the only current white-collar mustaches on record:

Actually, I just realized those last two photos are both of Wilford Brimley, so that's only five.

These guys have two things in common:  They're old and they've all been rocking the mustache since the golden age of the '70s and '80s.  They're holdovers, so they can't be counted as part of this supposed mustache new wave.   Their follicles are firmly rooted in simpler, more sincere times.  A glorious era when there was nothing ironic about the mustache.  It was trustworthy, manly, business savvy and everyone from attorneys to surgeons had one.  Here's a photo of me and my father chilling on the wicker, watching the Padres lose in 1981:
Mike Fischer (who was 37 at the time) wore a tie and a beeper to work everyday.  He had a conservative haircut and voted for Reagan.  But, as you can clearly see, he also swung a whole lot of mustache.  And below is newsman Harold Greene, the most respected local anchor in '70s San Diego (which is German for "a whale's vagina"):
It was a time of respect and honor for the mustache.  But those days, I fear, are long gone.  For proof, just look at recent photos of these two mustache Jedi masters:
Nooooooooo! Fucking goatees?!  I can't look at these pictures, they make my stomach feel cold.  These are the Wright Brothers of the serious mustache and even they have let irony rewrite their game.  (As a side note, the ironic mustache isn't really "ironic" at all, Alanis.  Something that is "ironic" is, by definition, something which happens in the exact opposite way to what was expected.  Therefore, the true ironic mustache is when you tell your friends that you've grown a mustache and then show up to a party clean shaven. People that host Wes Anderson movie parties actually have "campy" or "kitschy" mustaches.) Whatever it's called, it's got the old guard scared. Even Saddam Hussein (never one to look to Williamsburg for a fashion cue) laid down his mustache and grew out the full beard near the end.  I ask you, Esquire, if our mustache heroes won't even give it their blessing, how is your heralded "advent of the mustache" ever going to take hold and...um...grow?

And so, I issue a challenge to all who read this:  If you can send me photographic proof of a real live serious mustache, I will gladly post that shit on the blog and eat crow.  A few requirements for submission- The bearer of the mustache must: 1) be 45 or under,  2) have a job that requires business attire (or surgical scrubs),  3) own no more than one White Stripes album  4) never have played in a band, 5) be unable to give directions to the nearest Urban Outfitters.

Good luck.  For the sake of all mustaches, I hope I am proved wrong.

 

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Oddly Inspiring Graffiti Of The Day

...and Hawaii makes 10.


Tipping Point (noun): The moment of critical mass, the threshold or boiling point; the instant when everyday things reach epidemic proportions.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Adventures In Irony






And just when you were thinking, "You know, the only thing that could possibly add to the comic genius of this image would be if the storeowner were to have posted a photo of George and Laura Bush in the window"...