Mark your Jeff! calendars -
November 8th - Streeter & I will be at the UCB Theater at talking about rejected CollegeHumor stuff for the Rejection Show. Streeter & I did this show about a year ago, and it was a blast.
November 17th - Cool Kids Club at the PIT. That's right, our Mystery-Science-Theater-ish show is moving to a real venue where the seats are more than planks of wood on buckets of paint.
More details on both as we get closer....
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Friday, October 20, 2006
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Of the many cultural advantages to living in (or near) New Jersey, nothing beats Six Flags Great Adventure.
Six Flags Great Adventure is home to the world's tallest and fastest roller coaster, Kingda Ka. Telling you the numbers (456 feet, 0 to 128 mph in 3.3 seconds) doesn't really do it justice. I should also mention the whole experience lasts well under 45 seconds.
After a year of talking about it, some friends and I finally got to ride Kingda Ka over the weekend. I wished I was brave enough to make a point-of-view movie while I was on it. Then I remembered I lived in the future, and that someone probably had done it already.
Another interesting fact - a sign outside the ride explains that sometimes Kingda Ka doesn't make it over the hump. It just falls back down. DON'T PANIC! Everything's fine, and it just goes again. My friends and I were unable to come to a consensus on if we wanted that to happen.
More info, as if I need to say it, on Wikipedia.
Six Flags Great Adventure is home to the world's tallest and fastest roller coaster, Kingda Ka. Telling you the numbers (456 feet, 0 to 128 mph in 3.3 seconds) doesn't really do it justice. I should also mention the whole experience lasts well under 45 seconds.
After a year of talking about it, some friends and I finally got to ride Kingda Ka over the weekend. I wished I was brave enough to make a point-of-view movie while I was on it. Then I remembered I lived in the future, and that someone probably had done it already.
Another interesting fact - a sign outside the ride explains that sometimes Kingda Ka doesn't make it over the hump. It just falls back down. DON'T PANIC! Everything's fine, and it just goes again. My friends and I were unable to come to a consensus on if we wanted that to happen.
More info, as if I need to say it, on Wikipedia.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
A few months ago I posted my all time favorite educational film, Bike Safety Camp, on YouTube.
For weeks and weeks it sat there with a few hundred views and one comment. This week, traffic picked up.
I don't know why, but in the past three days part 3 (of 3) went from something like 350 views to 6,973. It's also picked up 14 comments.
Though I'm thrilled to share the wonder of Bike Safety Camp with thousands of people, I'm upset that I can't figure out who my 6,972 new best friends are. How are all these people suddenly finding it? Neither this blog nor the YouTube video are in the top Google results for "Bike Safety Camp." YouTube's "links to this video" is apparently useless. Technorati, the blog search engine, came up dry.
Does anyone have any ideas how I might find the monkey that started this Bike Safety Camp viral outbreak?
For weeks and weeks it sat there with a few hundred views and one comment. This week, traffic picked up.
I don't know why, but in the past three days part 3 (of 3) went from something like 350 views to 6,973. It's also picked up 14 comments.
Though I'm thrilled to share the wonder of Bike Safety Camp with thousands of people, I'm upset that I can't figure out who my 6,972 new best friends are. How are all these people suddenly finding it? Neither this blog nor the YouTube video are in the top Google results for "Bike Safety Camp." YouTube's "links to this video" is apparently useless. Technorati, the blog search engine, came up dry.
Does anyone have any ideas how I might find the monkey that started this Bike Safety Camp viral outbreak?
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Sunday, October 01, 2006
I know everyone around here has an "I saw the craziest thing on the New York subway" story, but last night I swear to you I saw the craziest thing on the New York subway.
When I got on the G train, there was a man whose entire body appeared to be covered in tattoos. He had a big red star around his right eye, a chilli pepper on his cheek, some sort of galaxy of planets on the back of his head, and a big "DON'T" on the back of his neck. I couldn't get a clear look at his leg, but it appeared to have some sort of naked woman worshiping a multi-eyed green cat. His clothes were pretty standard punk, except for a green mini-leprechaun hat that looked brand new. Pretty strange, but nothing exceptional.
He and his friend (who was wearing completely normal clothes and had no visible tattoos) were making balloon-animal penises. They were hanging them from the bar you hold on to when there's no room to sit. Tattoo-guy would often pop the balloons (accidentally, I think) or let all the air out so it sounds like a fart (on purpose, I'm sure). Whenever Tattoo-Guy caught someone looking (and everybody was looking) he'd shoot them a "Hey! What are you looking at?" grin. They seemed to be delighting in the attention they knew they were getting, but still nothing exceptional.
Then, at the next stop, a mariachi band got on.
They were dressed head-to-toe like a real mariachi band. There were only two of them - one had a guitar, the other had a mini-accordion. They started to play their mariachi song right next to tattoo-guy, who just kept on making phallic balloon animals. Neither ever acknowledged the other. It was unbelievable. Another rider and I shared a Jim-Halpert-esque "Is anyone else seeing this?" glance.
BONUS STORY - the grossest thing I've seen on the New York subway was an Asian male, probably in his 20's, with mole hair coming off his jaw that was so long HE HAD BRAIDED IT. The second craziest thing I've ever seen was the girl who was hanging on to him.
When I got on the G train, there was a man whose entire body appeared to be covered in tattoos. He had a big red star around his right eye, a chilli pepper on his cheek, some sort of galaxy of planets on the back of his head, and a big "DON'T" on the back of his neck. I couldn't get a clear look at his leg, but it appeared to have some sort of naked woman worshiping a multi-eyed green cat. His clothes were pretty standard punk, except for a green mini-leprechaun hat that looked brand new. Pretty strange, but nothing exceptional.
He and his friend (who was wearing completely normal clothes and had no visible tattoos) were making balloon-animal penises. They were hanging them from the bar you hold on to when there's no room to sit. Tattoo-guy would often pop the balloons (accidentally, I think) or let all the air out so it sounds like a fart (on purpose, I'm sure). Whenever Tattoo-Guy caught someone looking (and everybody was looking) he'd shoot them a "Hey! What are you looking at?" grin. They seemed to be delighting in the attention they knew they were getting, but still nothing exceptional.
Then, at the next stop, a mariachi band got on.
They were dressed head-to-toe like a real mariachi band. There were only two of them - one had a guitar, the other had a mini-accordion. They started to play their mariachi song right next to tattoo-guy, who just kept on making phallic balloon animals. Neither ever acknowledged the other. It was unbelievable. Another rider and I shared a Jim-Halpert-esque "Is anyone else seeing this?" glance.
BONUS STORY - the grossest thing I've seen on the New York subway was an Asian male, probably in his 20's, with mole hair coming off his jaw that was so long HE HAD BRAIDED IT. The second craziest thing I've ever seen was the girl who was hanging on to him.
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