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Trip to Hawai'i: Part 2

Posted by Job O Brother, August 1, 2011 01:28pm | Post a Comment

Waking up on a Hawaiian Island is pretty much the radliest, so I was happy to do it; happier still to begin my first full day on Maui. My brain was brimming with ideas for fun and adventurous activities I could postpone in lieu of doing nothing, but for this I first needed calories I wouldn’t burn.

They don’t make better calories than in Hawaii. It’s all about salty, sweet, and fat, with a side of the freshest, juiciest fruit you’ve ever had. Talk about mixed messages: Here you go, tummy, a meal of simple, raw, nutrient-rich papaya and pineapple. Oh, and also here’s some SPAM fried in noodles with sugar gravy, mayonnaise pork and buttery, buttered butter in butter sauce with butter butter salt butter salted sugar butter. Side of butter. (Salt.)

The boyfriend and I decided to put on some clothing (after repeated, negative breakfast experiences without it) and made our way to the buffet at our hotel. We found a table overlooking the Pacific. Between us and it was a walking trek that many people were using for jogging. How… insensitive. Didn’t they know I was trying to punch as many macadamia nut pancakes down my gullet as possible? And their obnoxious exercise routine was bumming my trip, man – reminding me I was a gross slob with nary a single definable “ab”. But this coconut syrup isn’t going to drink itself, people!

As the boyfriend went out in search of an iced soy latte (you can take the Angelino out of LA, but you can’t LA out of an Angelino), I drank my drip and marveled at the simple beauty of the double-rainbow that stretched from the middle of the turquoise water to the clouds above Kauai. How perfect… how poetic…

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(In which Job & Corey cuddle with comedy & cookies.)

Posted by Job O Brother, December 30, 2008 12:06pm | Post a Comment

The author & his beloved celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ.

It’s been a leisurely day, hanging at my boyfriend’s house. We’ve both been productive in our way; I’ve been souping up my new iPhone while he’s busied himself by setting people on fire and yanking things out of the bodies of little girls. It’s called Bio-Shock, and it’s a video game – don’t go calling the cops on my boyfriend. He almost never does those things in real life.

You know how human bodies are 55% to 60% water? I think, by now, my body is like 65% cookies. My holiday has been overwhelmed by cookies. I think I might hate them now. I’ve been bringing them to Amoeba and pushing them on our customers. If you want cookies, brother, come to the jazz room information desk at Amoeba Music Hollywood. I’ll help you find Pink Martini only if you first eat four peanut blossoms.


Lately, when my boyfriend and I go to bed together these winter nights, we’ve been doing the same thing.
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…Er… Okay. I’m going to give you a moment to enjoy your imagination.

Okay, dear reader, if you’re quite done, I’ll tell you what we really do.

Curled beneath the covers, we’ve been watching sketch comedy on his laptop. It’s the perfect way to pass the time as you wait for the melatonin to kick in. And much more relaxing than our previous habit of watching Taliban executions and/or Carol Channing musicals. (It’s interesting to note that both will give you the same, horrific nightmares.)


Eeek!

I’m constantly ransacking the DVD section of Amoeba in search of used copies of sketch comedy. For Christ Mass, I bought Corey two season sets of Kids in the Hall.

Who doesn’t love Kids in the Hall? I don’t know anyone who doesn’t. If you don’t, I guess I don’t mind – so long as you keep it to yourself – behind closed doors – and don’t try to push your not-loving-them on me and my life. …And don’t teach children. …And don’t get married.

Not loving Kids in the Hall is an abomination unto the Lord, you know.


Another keeper is French & Saunders, the brainchild of Dawn French – star of many British TV shows – and Jennifer Saunders, who went on to write and star in Absolutely Fabulous, a show which stemmed from a single sketch on French & Saunders. (You might also recognize Jennifer Saunders from various cameos in another show I think is swell, The Young Ones.)

French & Saunders is simple. They took whatever was hot in pop culture and made fun of it. In this way, the show is not only funny, but stands as a kind of time capsule of popular culture.



In today’s entertainment landscape, where it takes Sarah Silverman posing as Evita and singing about her fake AIDS, or the mass, pastel-colored carnage of South Park’s Imaginationland, French & Saunders may be too old-fashioned for some, but I like it – but that does not mean I’m old fashioned! Now then, where are my horehound candies? I just set them next to the Victrola a second ago…

I recently stumbled upon another British sketch show, Man Stroke Woman. No one seems to know about this one, so I’m telling you now. It focuses on, but is not limited to, making light of the communication (or lack thereof) between men and women. Neurosis, cruelty, alienation, child abuse – all the great comedy elements are there. Check it out.






Okay – that’s it for now. Time to cook my boyfriend and myself some vittles. You’re welcome to join us for dinner, if you like. We’re having leftover cookie loaf in a melted chunk cookie gravy with a side of Tandoori oven smoked cookie in a cookie reduction, topped with cookie sprinkles. For dessert I’m serving cookies, but if you’d rather have cheese or salad, I have cookies. RSVP.

(In which Job is a commercial.)

Posted by Job O Brother, May 1, 2007 11:08am | Post a Comment
I’m always on the lookout for two things: hilarious TV and a man with an African-shaped birthmark on his right shoulder. Hilarious TV because it lowers my stress level and inspires me; the man with the birthmark because he orphaned me at age eight and burned my farm down.

Both are equally difficult to find.

Thanks to today’s plethora of cable TV stations (Hot Glue & Margarine Channel, anyone?) there has been an outcropping of novel shows. I tend to enjoy comedy that pushes the boundaries of acceptable (South Park, Strangers With Candy) or are chock full of non-sequiturs (Monty Python’s Flying Circus, Aqua Teen Hunger Force). You get me, right? We’re all on the same page here.

One show that many of you don’t seem to have seen/noticed is “Upright Citizens Brigade”. It’s not brand new. It ran for three seasons on Comedy Central (1998-2000). One star of the show many of you will know is Amy Poehler, who my friends tell me is on something called Saturday Night Live? I dunno, I’ve never heard of it.

Anyway, the premise is that a team of four people, the Upright Citizens Brigade, are waging a secret battle against all-things-average and mundane in the world. They bring chaos to conformity. (In this respect, they mirror the customers who shop the DVD section of Amoeba Music Hollywood.)

It’s sketch comedy. The material is garnered from the troupe’s live shows, originally based in Chicago, now in NYC. In this respect, the show is similar to The Kids in the Hall, though the style of it – the way it ebbs and flows – feels more like Monty Python’s Flying Circus.

If you like any of the titles I’ve dropped above, I would expect you to also adore this too-overlooked gem. Unfortunately, only season one is available on DVD.

Do yourself a favor and snag a copy. Then do me a favor and, if you see the man with the birthmark, shoot a tranquilizer dart in his neck, restrain him, and give me a ring-a-ding. Thanks!