I've just eaten an Angry Whopper so forgive me if I'm high on lard, but I figured I'd post something on Mozart Brand Hot Dogs: 2012's least-utilized website!
Hey, here's one of my favorite album covers:
That Tom Petersson gets all the ladies.
Right! There's not a lot to say, really. Life is interesting. My partner in crime just tried to sell a TV show I created to Comedy Central. I don't think they're interested, but who can tell with network people?
Tom Petersson could probably tell.
This year, I read more about John Belushi than is necessary for one lifetime. He was a bloated, vulgar addict -- yet also pretty magnanimous, and funny. Not as funny as the Baby Boomers would have you believe...but still funny.
I couldn't find a picture of Belushi I liked.
Still, Dan Aykroyd looms pretty large in the Belushi legend. And Mr. Aykroyd, I feel, is one of those guys who's never going to get his due. He invented the concept of ghost-busting -- what the fuck have you ever done? If your answer isn't, "Played bass for Thin Lizzy", just shut up. Because you're an idiot.
God, I hate you.
Dan Aykroyd was actually one hell of a solid writer, and an amazing utility actor. "Saturday Night Live" was possible only because of Aykroyd's ability to do, well, anything.
That, and Gilda Radner. Man, she was cute.
But not so much in that screen-grab -- where she looks a lot like Tom Petersson.
It's November 3rd. That means by this time next week, we're going to have a new president. Or the same one we already have. President Obama is the Jimmy Carter of the '10s and Mitt Romney is a smug, bullying shithead.
U-S-A!
I don't care about politics. Neither candidate mentioned the Christmas episode of "Fraggle Rock" even once during their campaigning -- and they want to wield the keys to power? I bet Obama's never even seen "Fraggle Rock". And I bet Romney's at least half Gorg.
I don't vote for no Gorg.
So, that's that. I might update Mozart Brand Hot Dogs again in the near future. Or the distant future. Or never. Thank you for your interest.
And adios.
