Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Collection: Wetting my whistle

One of the nice things about getting back to LA is seeing friends I haven’t seen in a while. But of everyone I got to hang with, no one made me nearly as happy as my partner in rhyme Christina Pazsitzky. We went back to the old hood, Los Feliz, and caught up on… well whatever.




I’ll spare you the details, but basically we did some eating… but even more drinking.




By the time we got in her car, the tanks were topped off.




And by “topped off” I mean overflowing. (On a side note, notice how loose my pants are—yeah, with all the traveling I’d been doing, I’d pretty much worn them for two weeks)




The thing about LA is, you can’t just run up in anywhere and use their restroom. I mean, you’d have to valet, then get past the rope, maybe have a reservation… it made my situation all the more precarious.




The thing about Christina is, she always comes prepared.
Meet the Travel John.




Apparently Christina had just left a job too and someone had given her a three pack as a going away present. And Christina, being a special snowflake like me, was eager to see one in action.




The directions seemed simple enough…
STEP 1: Make sure the LIQSORB super absorbent pouch is inside the bag. Easy.




Though it didn’t mention it anywhere on the package, I took this as an opportunity to drop trou.




I don’t think Christina was ready.




STEP 2: Press plastic collar firmly onto body, high end in front.
I put the tip of the shriky-dink in and set the blaster on stun.




I don’t think Christina was ready.




STEP 3: Urinate or vomit directly in bag.




Even I wasn’t ready.












Still going…




STEP 4: Wait until liquid turns into biodegradable gel.








STEP 5: Dispose of the bag in a waste receptacle after use.
This required pulling over. And teamwork.




It all happened so fast, it wasn't until we got out of the car that we realized what a bad job I’d done.












Even more disturbing, Christina and I added some steps of our own.
STEP 6: Squeeze LIQSORB pouch from outer housing.








STEP 7: Stomp LIQSORB pouch.












But perhaps most disturbing of all was STEP 8: Smell hands on ride home.




And STEP 9: Hug.





PS—On a side note, I’ve been getting tons of emails lately asking why I deleted some of the comments from the end of the last post. The simple answer is this: Say what you will about me, really, say whatever you like, I asked for it… but I wont have negative comments about my friends. That’s just in poor taste. Thanks for understanding.

Sunday, May 29, 2005

STORY: Say what?!?

Sorry, about the long wait again, but LA left me kinda shook. And not just because I tried a new hairstyle…




Or witnessed Hal Spark’s disturbingly long tongue…




Or met-up with my first real girlfriend, Kalle Dedolph, after eight years of radio silence…




No sir, it was none of those things that left me rattled. In fact, the truth of what happened is far stranger than all three of those put together. You see, in addition to wanting to take my place on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, the other reason why I’d gone out west was to be a an expert panelist for a show on G4TV called “Video Vixens.”

(See, here I am with our dancer Tina-Marie, WWE Diva Joy, Hal Sparks and video-game journalist Seanbaby, who, incredibly, is also the founder of one of my favorite web-sites fatchicksinpartyhats.com.)



Anyway, I flew in Monday night, but before I’d even gotten to my hotel, the network called.



There was text here


audio


video


the works


Not any more though.




SORRY ABOUT THAT, you know I hate editing posts after I put them up, but on the advice of lawyers and others in the know, THE REST OF THIS POST SIMPLY HAD TO GO. If you didn’t have the chance to read it, just let me sum it up like this:

—I went on live TV and put my own foot knee deep in my mouth.
—In the process, I hurt a friend’s feelings (something I would never, ever do intentionally).
—And I lost my job over it. Fair enough, I’ve got no one to blame to but myself.

A bit of a postscript though:
Even after all that was said and done, the very lovely and very talented Beth O called and said she’d do anything and everything in her power to get me my job back. I’m fine, but how awesome is she? And after everything I did. If I live a thousand years I might never find the words to say how very appreciative I am for her friendship—and her understanding when I, at times, have proven myself undeserving.

That said, I’ll be OK. Really. Thanks for your well wishes… tomorrow we’ll get back to the job at hand—having fun that is. Tune in and get ready to smile again.

One last note though, please, please, please
DON’T EMAIL ANY OF MY FORMER COWORKERS REGARDING MY DEPARTURE OR YOUR VIEWS ON THE MATTER.
I know you mean well, but you’re making it hard for people to do their jobs. Thanks. I don't know about you, but I can't wait to put the past behind us and pick it all back up where we left off.