Month: September 2008

Perhaps the most Worthless 24 hours of my life

OK, so a little background. Chip and I decided to enter a 24 hour film festival over the past weekend. We also invited local comedian Kent Haines to be a part of the program. Here was the deal: they sent you a topic and a prop at 10 p.m. on Friday night, and you had to turn in a three and a half minute movie on Saturday night at 10 p.m. We got the email at 10 p.m. The topic was bullies and the prop was a rose. We were going to do like a Karate Kid type film except with robots, but then decided against it. Then, we decided to do a documentary, but after shooting for most of the morning, had nothing good. So then we just decided to make a short film about a bully and a nerd. It turned out pretty awful, as you can see here.

So at 7:15 p.m., with less than three hours remaining in the contest, we decided to start from scratch. We did a one shot film, but although that one was better, we thought it might offend some people. So after working for 24 hours we decided not to enter at all. Despondent after our latest failure and $85 poorer, Chip and I did what anyone would have done under the circumstances: we got a late night dinner at Johnny Rockets.

You Make the Quiz Week!

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For a man of leisure, I’ve been doing way too much work lately, so I’ve decided to do the first ever You Make the Quiz week! It’s as simple as it sounds. You send me questions (and answers, preferably right answers) by this coming Monday, I ask ’em at next weeks quizzo. And yes, I will give you credit if I use your question. In fact, if you attend one of the quizzos next week, you are welcome to ask your own question. Just send your questions to johnnygoodtimes@hotmail.com, and I will use the best ones next week. You are welcome to send me one question, or as many as you like. Also feel free also to send me ideas for a 50/50 round or a wild card round. Please get your questions in by Monday, September 29th at 11:59 p.m..

A Little Shameless Self Indulgence

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Every day at 5 p.m., WXPN host Jim McGuinn has a theme for his next 6 songs. Yesterday, the theme was “Good Times”. Here was his lineup.

Pretty good set list, though a little heavy on “Let the Good Times Roll”. Here are a few more “Goodtimes” selections he could have made:

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Anybody got any more Good Times songs that haven’t been mentioned?

Vote in the Alf Landon Bad Writing Competition, Volume 2

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Congratulations to Benny, who took first place in Round One of the Alf Landon Bad Writing Competition. He advances to the finals. We will pick our final two finalists this week. Here are 6 more entries, and I need you to vote for your least favorite one at the bottom. Voting ends Wednesday at 3:30 p.m.

  • JOHN-Alf Landon capped off his Sunday communion breakfast with Adolph Hitler’s nephew, Yizzle Hitler, with a resounding kick to his solar plexus and surprise hand favor in the closet with the chairwoman of his dog grooming school.
  • WILLIAM– Alf Landon. The words hung in my brain like a slimy newborn, yet to have the mucous wrenched from its trachea. The shitstorm of joy and treachery that marked the previous 3 months had finally come to an end, but the question remained: Just who was this man?
  • RYAN– I inventoried the contents in my shabby 1992 Honda Civic, even though the contents never changed: One paperback of Christopher Marlowe’s King Lear. Check. One bladder of Franzia. Check. One vinyl copy of the 1974 L.P. “Nap Bastard” by eastern European jazz-fusion outfit The Perogi Prerogative–the most influential Prague-Rock group of that decade. Czech. I felt ready, but confidence alone does not a Hungry-Hungry Hippos Semi Finalist make. Even Alf Landon had confidence.
  • BO– Rosita politely stifled her gag reflex as she choked down her mother-in-law’s dismal flan donging at her insides.
  • BRIAN-Alf Landon was blind.
  • BILL– We came here for two reasons,” said Tim, the camp’s chubby head counselor, “to eat smores and pray. I’m all out of marshmallow, so get on your knees y’all!” As little Alf Landon knelt down and took the hand of the boy next to him, he smiled, knowing that his mom was right about church camp.