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Mr. Right-Click: Hey, Lady Gaga is on Oprah.
Me: Oh yeah, I meant to watch that.
Mr. Right-Click: Well, there she is.
Me: Is she wearing a sea anemone on her head?
Mini: I want to go there!
Mr. Right-Click: She’s not that great.
Me: She sounds terrible. I mean, she sounds way better on the album.
Mini: [Dancing]
Me: [Singing] I want your love and I want all your lover’s revenge, you and me can write a bad romance . . .
Mr. Right-Click: [Looking at me, horrified.]
Me: What? I listen to her in spinning.
Mr. Right-Click: Wait, did you see that? Did you see Oprah . . . dancing?
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Me: Wow, that was . . . embarrassing.
Mr. Right-Click: Rewind it.
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Mr. Right-Click: Does she really think she’s going to break that windshield? Not going to happen.
Me: It’s like they just said, “Hey, Oprah, you’re on camera, look like you’re having fun or something.
Mini: GAGA SHOW GAGA SHOW! I want to go THERE!
Mr. Right-Click: Why is she even doing this? She doesn’t need Gaga.
Me: Dude, Gaga is huge. People want the Gaga.
Mr. Right-Click: Yeah, but her audience?
Me: Apparently.
Mr. Right-Click: Well she seems confused.
Me: She’s trying to figure out if she should just go with Lady Gaga’s comparison of herself to Ghandi, or if she should trouble it. Her ego is at odds with her intellect.
Mr. Right-Click: She’s like . . . she’s like Madonna.
Me: Yeah. Pretty much.
Mr. Right-Click: But you like her?
Me: I . . . like her about as much as I like Madonna.
Mr. Right-Click: Wait, rewind that, look at the audience.
Me: No wait, go back — there’s more of them.
Mr. Right-Click: They’re multiplying.
Me: Is Oprah going to be sick?
Mr. Right-Click: Well, Oprah, people want the Gaga.
Mini: GAGA! GAGA! GAGASHOW! Let’s GOTHERE!
You’ve only been on TV this long because you weaseled the job away from Dave after Johnny Carson, and had a time slot hit after the eleven o’clock news.
Generation X does not watch the eleven o’clock news.
Generation Y does not even know that news on TV is an option.
Baby Boomers are too old to stay up past ten.
You only got this job in the first place because you’re a whiner.
You only won the time slot because Hugh Grant decided to talk about being blown by hookers on your show before Dave’s.
As a policy, people who make a career of pandering to mediocrity should be unceremoniously shot.
When somebody tells you to quit, you should just effing quit and not be such a damn drama queen.
Not only did you ruin Conan’s gig, you also ruined the 10 o’clock NBC drama hour.
Who will cry for Southland? Not Jay Leno!
Not only did you make a crappy show, but you gave people no good reason to stay up to see Conan.
You weren’t even good in those stupid Dorito ads in the 80s. And I love Doritos!
Your chin is distractingly HUGE.
No woman with a chin that size would ever be allowed to be on TV, much less as a late night TV host.
Why are you contributing to the subjugation of women, Jay Leno?
Conan is a Harvard graduate. Magna cum laude.
HARVARD!
We all know you haven’t spent any of the Tonight Show money. Thus, NBC is not only paying somebody who is not funny to be on TV, but is also paying an unfunny person who is already richer than the network to be on TV.
You don’t reward somebody for having abysmal reviews when moved to a new time slot. You fire them.
Seriously. I’ve already been through this with you once, Jay Leno. Get lost.
[Ed. Note: Thanks to Mr. Right-Click for helping me with both the conceptualization and realization of this list.]
The Recycler. Give him an empty aluminum can, and he gives you a check for 1/10th of a cent, redeemable at your local grocery store or check-cashing establishment. Yes: just like that.
Sentence Fragment. Mostly a loner and often disparaged by his fellow heroes for “ruining a good time” and “not just letting us freaking talk,” Sentence Fragment is the undisputed master of all things grammatical, and feels compelled to let you know it. Don’t try to use a run-on around this guy, he not only recognizes the violation, he can quote the rule verse and chapter. Most heroes don’t like to hang out with him for more than a few minutes at a time, but he can always be found lurking on message boards and the comment sections of popular blogs, hoping to be of assistance when he can.
Half-Caff. Ever have a drink that is supposed to be caffeine free, but you had your doubts? Half-Caff is able to discern, after only one sip, the actual caffeine content (in milligrams) of your beverage. He is often found hanging around with his sidekicks, Is This Really Diet? and How Many Calories Would You Say This Has? due to the similarities in their powers of food-content analysis.
Mailbox. Most of the time, Mailbox is not particularly useful. But every once in a while, on a lazy day at home, he can help you discern whether the mail has been delivered yet or not, without leaving the safety of your couch! No more embarrassing, empty-handed walks back from the mailbox for you–and, what’s more, no more of those uncomfortable times when the mailman is at the mailbox right when you go out to get the mail, forcing you to make small talk as if you care about his or her life.
Green Light. Anywhere he goes, any time of day, Green Light gets green lights. This ability to always keep traffic moving in his favor has proved useful for other, more important super heroes on occasion and landed Green Light with several cameo appearances on television shows featuring those other, more important super heroes. This led to some notoriety in the late 1970s, and a few corporate sponsorships by tire and motor oil companies. Eventually, however, Green Light grew tired of his D-List status, always having to be the driver, and became disillusioned with fame and all its trappings. When last seen, Green Light was living a simple life, eschewing automobiles, and preferring instead to walk wherever he went. He still gets green lights at crossing signals, though.
Photocopier Jam Guy. Not to be confused with Photocopier Jam Fix-It Guy or Toner Guy, stands by photocopiers and warns photocopiers of the impending jamming of the photocopier. That’s right–on a page-by-page basis, Photocopier Jam Guy can predict with 100% accuracy when a sheet of paper will cause a jam. However, he cannot, despite popular misconception, stop the jam from happening, or fix it after it occurs.
The Spinstress. No matter how late she arrives at the gym, you will never catch The Spinstress without a bike at spin class. Her superability ensures that she is always part of the class, front and center, her signature threadbare Pearl Izumi spandex shorts bouncing always too closely to your face.
Communal Refrigerator Salad Dressing Theft Detector. Though her powers are usually limited to detecting, at a glance, the identity of the person in your office who stole your salad dressing, her capabilities have mutated in recent months to include the identity of soft drink thieves and the person who finished all the coffee but didn’t make another pot. Together with her twin brother, Empty Toilet Paper Roll Investigator, Communal Refrigerator Salad Dressing Theft Detector serves as one half of a crack office fairness enforcement squad with jurisdiction over various high rises downtown.
Just Like The Number Where 2+2=Six. A blog about life in the family Six, party of four.
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Los Angeles is where I was born and raised. I always thought I'd leave, but for some reason I never did. Sometimes, I like it here. Other times, I'm not so sure. But good or bad, it has made me who I am.
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Cigarettes & Green Felt: This is about the time I figured out that adults were mostly full of shit.
Assburger: It's not just a disorder on the autism spectrum: it's also one of your relatives!
On Truth: Sometimes somebody will say something and it hurts your feelings. And then you will write a story about it and your aunt will call it "phenomenal." Everyone else will try to pretend like it never happened.
The Sheer And Unmitigated Power of Bob Mould: Sometimes you spend your formative years obsessed by an unrequited teenage crush, and then one day you realize that person is now an orthopedic surgeon who lives in your neighborhood. It kinda sucks when that happens.
Ben From Madera: For one Halloween, Ben dressed up like a bee, like that kid in the Blind Melon video. That's how I will always remember him.
Mr. Right-Click
He is my best friend, even if he uses a PC. And the fact that sometimes he will pretend to be a "Pancake Pirate" is only part of the reason. Arrrr!
Mini
His cutie-pie percentile group is off the charts.
Spinning
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