If Soft Rockers Had a Friend Like Vince Vaughn

Posted in Gags with tags , , , , , , , , on April 30, 2013 by Mike

Getting your heart broken can send you down a spiral of self-pity and make you resort to humiliating behavior—I’d do anything to get her back!—how many times have you thought that? If you had friends at the time, they surely found you to be a pathetic, one-note crybaby and wanted to smack you across your blubbering lips.

During those times, soft rock radio is the only thing that speaks your language. But do you ever wonder what those wussies who wrote some of music’s most enduring ballads were thinking? How could they share all those embarrassing, shameful details of their own heartbreaks? All of that pining and pleading and mush? They needed a cold slap of reality by the hairy hand of a manlier friend. Someone like Vince Vaughn.

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In the Pressure Cooker

Posted in Loose News, Writing with tags , , , , , , on April 25, 2013 by Mike

pressure cooker-01You can’t blame an inanimate object! The gun nuts bring this up every time there’s a killing or attack using something other than a firearm. There’s a cry from the chorus, “Now they want to ban assault knives…now they want to ban assault pressure cookers, etc.” Yuk yuk. Here’s the thing: a nuclear bomb is also an inanimate object but do we want Kim Jong Un to have one? No. That’s all most Americans want with better background checks and improved policy—society should do everything possible to keep instruments of death away from people with potentially sinister motives, just like we’re doing with North Korea.

A nuclear bomb and a gun are designed to kill—that is their function and purpose. While many guns may spend their inanimate lives firing harmlessly into range targets, their manufacture and design is that of a killing machine. A knife has other purposes as does a pressure cooker, obviously. The inanimate object argument is ridiculous and it’s a shame that Tennessee Senator Stacy Campfield is getting any publicity for his moronic comments.

Match.com, Please Sponsor the Couple Mission to Mars

Posted in Loose News, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , on March 4, 2013 by Mike

marsWhen news broke that the Mars Foundation, funded largely by millionaire Dennis Tito, wanted to man a trip to Mars with a married couple, a chorus of earthly laughter could probably be heard from the red planet. The trip will take 501 days and the vessel will fly out to Mars, swing around the planet snapping pictures, and return to earth. No problem.

I know I chuckled, imagining my wife and me cooped up together in a space pod for 16 months. That’s a long time to be stuck with someone. No breaks or nights out with the guys. No peace. Probably not even the chance of a long uninterrupted poop with a new National Geographic. My wife and I would kill each other long before re-entering the earth’s atmosphere became a concern.

But I’m sure there are adventurous couples prepping their submission videos as we speak—Pick us! Pick us!—and no doubt that a number of couples could manage it well. But that would be boring.

I propose that Match.com sponsor this expedition.

The company runs the data and squeezes the algorithms and produces a compatible pair. Then that couple meets at the hangar, shakes hands, straps in and blasts off. Bravo will co-sponsor and 15 onboard cameras will record every second of the mission. It will be the ultimate reality television show and you could essentially run it for 16 months straight—Bravo could cancel the rest of its programming and advertisers would kill one another to place their products on the spaceship.

To placate the snobs who will reduce this to the cheeseball entertainment gimmick that it is, this pioneering space couple will also collect science for the Mars Foundation and volumes of sociological, sexual and psychological information for every other egghead studying the proceedings.

The expedition is scheduled to take place in 2018, so we have 5 years to find the perfect pair. If Match.com passes on the opportunity, maybe we can send these couples:

• Donald Trump and Bill Maher
• Dennis Rodman and Kim Jong Un
• Simon and Garfunkel
• Prince Harry and Jonny Depp
• Key and Peele

From Hair to Eternity

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , on February 8, 2013 by Mike

hair collage2-01Self-image is a funny thing. It can change daily and fluctuates depending upon your wardrobe, complexion, sleep habits, social trends, the salt content of your food and countless other variables. One day you feel doable; the next, you’re a cow with a zit.

A good way to elevate a sagging self-image is to alter the way you look. While many don’t need it, most women use a layer of make-up to boost their self-image, enhance their appearance and accentuate their winning facial features. This is not an option for most guys. Like slipping on a new attitude, you can also change your wardrobe to add some flair. Many men are into fashion, but that is not much of an option for me either. So, what’s left? I have my hair.

Inspired by a comment from a coworker, I recently decided to goof around with different hair styles. Her comment was not even provocative—maybe she said, “Your hair is getting long”—but that’s all it took to send me down an irrational vortex of insecurity. Something has to be done, I thought. I can’t just walk around and illicit the scorn and ridicule of my colleagues!

So I decided to experiment with my hair, and really, what better way to sidestep ridicule? Before then, my hair style was achieved by towel drying it after a shower and shoving the damp hair into various acceptable directions. It took almost no time or thought. This may have been a subconscious reaction to my early teens, an era when I sported a soft feathery helmet complemented by a perm-mullet in the back. When you experience such laughable extravagance at an early age, you spend the rest of your life fighting the shame. So I repented by doing close to nothing to my hair.

Along with changing my hair style, I also shaved off my beard. Since college, I’ve alternated between a goatee and beard, only occasionally going without facial hair to determine if my actual face was still as pudgy as it was since I had last seen it. On one long drive from Wilmington to New Jersey several years ago, I decided to change my identity every time I stopped. I started the drive with a full beard. At the next stop, I shaved everything except the goatee. At the next stop, I transformed into an uglier Alan Jackson by shaving it all except for my moustache. And at the final stop—after leaving my clippings spread across several mid-Atlantic states—I went full butt-face. I was amazed at how different I felt depending upon the look and how small changes to my appearance affected my overall self-image.

I decided to change hair styles every day. I went from Justin Bieber, to a character affectionately known as Slick Goob, to Pat Riley, and finally to a style inspired by the cast of Jersey Shore. All I had to pull off these transformations was a brush, some unused styling gel, my wife’s hair spray and a toddler’s sense of how to style hair. With each passing day, I became alarmed at how much time it took to get my hair “right” in front of the mirror. What started as a goof became a lesson in vanity and dedication. I thought about my hair all day. I would reach up and touch it, amazed at how stiff and crunchy it was. I noticed that no matter which style I sported, by 2 P.M. my hair became a bouffant since its natural tendency is to grow upwards.

For the first few days, I hid in my cubicle to avoid the sting of embarrassment and the need to explain the dubious reasoning behind my new look. I felt people looking at me differently, even complete strangers. I could feel them thinking, What’s up with that guy? And I would grin and lower my head at the same time. The experiment was challenging my notions of self and the byproduct was near-constant emotional discomfort.

Image is everything, they say. A person’s self-image is rooted deep into his psychology and only drastic restructuring can change it forever. It’s no wonder that so many individuals embrace plastic surgery and endure physical transformations big and small to find a workable emotional state. Even this magazine wrestles with its self-image. Is “The Man” too formal? How are we perceived? Is there a way to market a type of guy while trying to connect with and celebrate every kind of guy? We like to think so. A dude can miss many details, but he can always spot authenticity.

The Jackson Browne-Nakoma Conspiracy

Posted in Gags with tags , , , on January 9, 2013 by Mike

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Two Kids on the Loose

Posted in Family, Writing with tags , , , , , , on December 4, 2012 by Mike

Sons and daughters–you love them equally but differently! The Wilmington StarNews ran a piece on just how different they can be.

Click here to link to article

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A Note for Ryan Reynolds and Blake Lively as They Prepare to Film Their Sex Tape

Posted in Gags with tags , , , , , , , , on October 2, 2012 by Mike

 

First of all, congratulations on your recent nuptials. Marriage is a holy union and your vows should not be taken lightly. (I would tilt the light to illuminate the corner of the bed more. Yeah, like that.) Secondly, thanks for doing this. I really appreciate it and I think I speak for a lot of guys when I say that the celebrity sex tape industry needs a couple like you. (Yes, keep Blake’s hair down. Beautiful.) Tommy Lee and Pam Anderson’s came out, then Kim Kardashian’s. Paris Hilton banged someone in there somewhere. Screech and Mini-Me laid some puny pipe—frankly, most of these are hardly worth the time and clean-up of masturbation. And lately it’s like celebrities have stopped filming themselves screwing? What’s that about? So we’re excited about your film project—it’s gonna be huge. (I would say start with Blake wearing a sundress and Ryan in the football jersey and khaki shorts.) Porn lovers have been waiting for the stars to align horizontally for decades, and it’s finally happening! Maybe you guys can costar in a porno Van Wilder sequel–Van Wilder: Big Man on Campus or something. Combining porn and comedy would surely save me money on DVDs. So, yeah. You two go ahead. Thanks again. I’ll sit back, take my pants off and get out of your way.

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