Well, I haven't been this excited since yesterday!

Taken from Topless Robot. Credit where credit is due. Neville Longbottom has never been so eloquently praised. Only Rowling herself could top this.


4) Neville Longbottom from Harry Potter

​Nerd Cred:
• Grew up with Gramma
• Spends most of his time hanging out with houseplants
• Manages to out-nerd Hermione Granger on a regular basis
• His teeth look like the Hogwarts Express derailed in his mouth (to be fair, he is British)

Evidence of Sheer Badassitude: Hermione almost took this spot. But Neville Longbottom was an even nerdier nerd, which made his arc throughout the books so much more satisfying, culminating in the soaring aria of badassery that Neville performed in book 7. First, he let himself get his ass beat by Death Eaters in school every day, just as a symbol of solidarity with Harry. It's one thing to make a grandiose display of suffering as an inspirational call to arms once. Hell, Jesus only did it that one time, and we're still hearing about it. Neville did it every school day of his senior year.

And that's nothing compared to Neville talking shit to Voldemort's face, and subsequently being forced to kneel and swear loyalty to ol' No-Nose, or be executed. Neville, having more balls than a Chuck E. Cheese playpen, refused, and was rewarded with the Sorting Hat being forced onto his head and set on fire. While the smell of his burning skin and hair filled his nose, he pulled Gryffindor's sword out of the hat and beheaded Voldemort's giant pet snake in one motion, making it possible for Harry Potter to save the world. Then he went and kicked a werewolf's ass. That's not goofy hyperbole for the sake of making a humorous aside - he actually followed having his skull set on fire by killing a giant snake and then beating the fuck out of a werewolf. Neville Longbottom might have started out a chubby, nebbish fondler of ferns, but he ended up being the Wizarding World equivalent of George S. Patton.

To read about more nerds, go here:
http://www.toplessrobot.com/2009/12/8_nerds_who_will_utterly_kick_your_ass.php

It's almost January 1st!

You'd better start formulating your workout plan for the new year!
Ever wonder why porn stars' arms are always so sculpted?

Home for the Holidays

You outta know you're in the south when you go shopping and are forced to feast your eyes upon this:



The most glorious thing about Christmas dinner was probably my father's heartfelt (yet, long-winded) prayer for all those we've lost this year and how they are surely watching over us. Which was followed by Memaw saying,
"Well! You didn't thank God for the food!"
Classic.

Delicious food and drink flowed throughout the week. And Brady was perfection. I mean...look at this!


My mother fell in love with The Hangover. I got a new MacBook. Christmas was different, but pretty great, all things considered.

On the flight back, there was a guy behind me who thought of verbal communication as a sport he must master. He did a great job. Really. Talked for 2 straight hours, couldn't go 1 minute without asking the chick next to him another question.

Keep it flowing, dude. The cast of Glee never sounded so good. For real. They saved that guy's life. Without my ipod, I would have committed a murder.

It's about time

I've got cramps just thinking about it

Georgia shore

EBaybee & The McNugget, the team formerly known as "Casem", will be rockin' it Jersey Shore style in the dirty south for a solid week, ya'll.

Speaking of the kid in Tennessee

The news story. And the only photos they can get of the kid are of him with his mouth hanging wide open as if he's, I don't know, drunk and stupid.

Am I the only one who finds this disturbing/amusing?

Prepare to have your mind blown

Wow. The South.

Will it rise again? Not so sure.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/34465839/ns/us_news-weird_news/?gt1=43001

Yoooou...

Everyone has a song that, no matter their mood, if it pops up on their iPod, it has to be listened to in its entirety. My "must listen" song is from this major motion picture:



"That Thing You Do"

Every. Single. Time.

I have to sing along and I am required to be happy for 2 minutes, and 52 seconds.
Enjoy yourself...

Dangerous season

This, my friends, is a frozen sweatshirt. Something no human being should ever see. Never thought I would.

Once upon a time, a little theater exploded into a phenomenon

I will admit to being jaded any day of the week. I will admit that selling tickets is not something I thought I would be doing at this point in my life. I will admit that dealing with customers gets me down. But I will also admit to admiring the hell out of people who have made their living making people laugh. In my opinion, it is one of the more difficult goals to obtain—be a respected comedian. And I can promise you that, even though I may forget who some of them are, I still can get geeky when an alum walks through the building. This being something I want to pursue, I just can’t help it.

The months of preparation and work leading up to this past weekend’s events still did not prepare me for the magnitude of what was going to take place in this building. First things first, let me give you an hour count. Here was my schedule from Thursday to Sunday.

Thursday— box office window from 4-9:30pm
Friday— 9-4 phone shift, back from 6pm-2:30am
Saturday— 9am-3am
Sunday—11am-4pm

Friday night was when it hit everyone that this was just an incredibly surreal time to work here. The first SCTV reunion show went up at 7pm. If you want to talk about things I’ll always remember, try this: seeing Catherine O’Hara, Andrea Martin, Eugene Levy, Joe Flaherty, Martin Short, Harold Ramis, and Dave Thomas perform together onstage for the first time in years. Twice in a row…on the same night. Indescribable. Saturday, the theater became an absolute circus and there were people walking around here that were so successful and iconic, it blew my comedy nerd mind.




I started the morning with the Colbert Report panel, which was topped off by Colbert himself just cruising by the box office to check out his old workspace. Word has it, it’s one of the few places in this building that hasn’t changed.

Once the alumni shows began, all bets were off. In between the sketches they were performing onstage, alumni were having moments with Second City employees in various parts of the building. Friends were having discussions with Eugene Levy and Jeff Garlin in the hallways, I was offering Catherine O’Hara a menu, and Steve Carell was just straight up drinking a beer and telling me how he may or may not have blown out his voice while doing his famous Pictionary scene. Just buds. No big deal.

The topper on the weekend was when Horatio Sans walked over and introduced himself to me for no other reason than for me to say, “Nice panel discussion. I think you’re very funny. “

Surreal.

For a brief moment, I was reminded why I work here and how, even though I am constantly frustrated with customers and the fact that I answer phones for 8 hours at a time to pay the rent, Stephen Colbert and Nia Vardalos worked there too. So, maybe I was proud of myself for a hot minute. Maybe I was actually excited to get this job on an absolute fluke. Maybe, for the time being, I’m right where I should be. Maybe, just maybe, I got to tell Catherine O’Hara she’s been my comedy hero since I was a child and she may have said, “You are so sweet.”




Now…back to being jaded. I am a geek. ;)

Inaugural post

I don't update my Tumblr blog anymore. Honestly...who is on Tumblr anyway? I think I like it here better. It's much prettier. Yeah?

For thoughts I had prior to these, however, you can go here: http://bananaflavoredcandydotzing.tumblr.com