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Could I BE Creating Midseason Replacements… Any… Better?

I read this little number on AwesomeTalk last night. It was a real doozy. A doozy number. You can relive my experience by reading it aloud yourself. Try it!

Could I BE Creating Midseason Replacements… Any… Better?

Midseason TV replacements are a great way to wipe the slate clean. Sure, we all thought a new sitcom starring Matthew Perry as a hot air balloon repairman was going to be a huge hit, but audiences just weren’t ready for Could I BE Repairing Any More Hot Air Balloons? Not to worry, NBC can just quietly cancel it and puke up some other bullshit to take its place – cheaper, less risky midseason replacements. Something quick and easy like, oh I don’t know, how about…

Mouse House, Mondays at 9pm on NBC – Two recently widowed gentlemen are forced to share an apartment, and their lives are turned upside down by a family of animated mice that live in the walls. An unstable, stuttering neighbor that never wears shoes adds to the hilarity. Their landlord, also animated, constantly insinuates that the neighbors are gay, and also helps the gang solve mysteries. Oh right, I forgot to mention – the mice and the two guys, and the shoeless, stuttering neighbor solve mysteries for some reason. And also breakdance.

No good? OK, how about –

Don’t Stand There!, Wednesdays at 10 pm on A&E –  We’re done with Hoarders. But we still need a way to exploit the mentally ill for our amusement. Don’t Stand There! is a new game show from the people that brought you Hoarders, and the rules are simple – spend 5 hours inside a house filled with garbage, and find a place to stand. A certifiable crazy person will let you know whether it’s safe for you to stand there or not. Whoops, looks like you’re standing on the hoarder’s duffle bag full of USB cables, that’s a no-no zone! You just lost 100 points and now a confused, stammering maniac is reading you the riot act. “DON’T YOU STAND THERE, YA HEAR ME? THIS MY HOUSE. THIS MY HOUSE AND YOU DON’T GET TO STAND THERE.” Much like the Game of Thrones, when you play Don’t Stand There! you either win or you suffocate to death under a pile of garbage.

Don't stand there. Or there. That's my favorite pile of cat turds you're standing on.

Don’t stand there. Or there. That’s my favorite pile of cat turds you’re standing on.

Looking for a healthy dose of reality? Bravo’s got you covered –

American Muscle Jerks, Monday through Friday, 24 hours a day, only on Bravo – If you’re like me, you want to watch the day-to-day shenanigans of old tyme throwback soda jerks, serving up vanilla cokes and smiles. Also, you want the soda jerks to be steroid-abusing, testosterone-dripping muscle-bound freaks. Follow Anthony, Trab, Flint, Bonesaw, Lil’ Pounder and the rest of the gang as they run New Jersey’s hottest sodee fountain slash gymnasium. Every episode will feature at least 20 references to “jerking it,” guaranteed. What else will happen? Who gives a shit, just look at these adonnesis! Put some creatine in your milkshake and stop hastlin’ me ya fuckin’ pipsqueeks! And if you like the American Muscle Jerks, you’re going to love The Real Housewives of the American Muscle Jerks. 9 women, all named Brandee, all selling their own brand of flavored water, all constantly pummeling each other.

I’m ready to write, produce, direct, and star in every one of these masterpieces, so please call your local cable providers and DEMAND that these shows get made.

The Pitter Patter of Mannequin Feet

A very special Final Word from last night’s AwesomeTalk comin atcha! Right after this paragraph! It’s so very close! Enjoy.

The Pitter Patter of Mannequin Feet

This Valentine’s Day, forget flowers or jewelry or a meal that requires leaving the house. Give her a gift she’ll never forget:  a family of mannequin children.

Pros and cons of giving your wife the gift of plastic life –

Pros: Mannequin children are quiet, obedient, and definitely not the creepiest things on earth.

Cons: Maybe they come alive at night and stand at the foot of your bed to watch you sleep. Other than that? Not a gotdamn thing, you really need to stop over-thinking this.

There’s probably a law against just grabbing a mannequin child out of a JCPenney’s storefront window. Kidnapping, I guess? A curious amber alert flashes on the tv, stating  “a handsome boy displaying this summer’s hottest fashions was stolen from his window this morning. If you have any information about his whereabouts, call the Mannekidnapping Hotline at 1-800-WHY DOES THIS EXIST.”

So yeah, you can’t just grab a kid and walk out with it. You have to be a bit more methodical than that – you have to steal one piece of the child at a time. It’s the only way. One day it’s a hand, then a foot, then an arm stuffed inside an oversized jacket. These steps probably sound familiar to you – that’s because they’re based on the Slayer song Piece By Piece. Modulistic terror / A vast sadistic feast / The only way to steal a mannequin / Is going piece by piece.

I love you.

I love you.

Now it’s time to assemble. You’re going to need a basement, preferably one that’s never been touched by natural light. The darkness is very conducive to mannequin construction. You’ll also need glue, vials of bubbling things, human hair, etc. Once the first mannekid is complete, your instinct will be to name him or her. But c’mon, that would be insane. But if you want to maybe spend a few hours every day stroking their hair and plotting, hey, it’s your gift. You do you, homeboy. When your Valentine starts asking questions, just give her the ol, “I’m doin’ dude stuff, BABE. I’m smoking cigars or playing online darts or smoking cigars online with my dart pals… THINGS YOU WOULDN’T UNDERSTAND OK?”

So you’ve been slaving away in the dark, knee deep in plastic body parts and finally the day is here. And sure, maybe some of the parts got mixed up, so a few of the mannequin children are mixed race and mixed gender and mixed height. What’s that word parents use when their kids are all fucked up…? Unique! Your unique family is ready for the grand unveiling. Position them around the breakfast table (but don’t cook breakfast, let’s not get crazy here) and block the door before your Valentine can enter.

Stare into her eyes and whisper “I have something to show you, dearest.” Be sure to stifle your maniacal laughter. “There are some people in the breakfast nook that are just DYING to meet you.” OK, maybe don’t put the emphasis on DYING like that. No blood has been shed here, this is an extremely thoughtful gift. Just look at them! Staring off into space, one of them is probably holding a tennis racket. You’ve really outdone yourself. This is going to save your marriage.  And if it doesn’t, you’ll always have your children. Chances are she will not be suing for custody.

AWESOMETALK – The Final Word on THE FUTURE and OTHER THINGS ALSO

The guys and gal at Awesome Talk had me back for another Final Word last night. I love them all very deeply. My final word, which started out as a “hurr amazon drones” story turned into something else pretty quickly! Without further adieuou, here is my –

Final Word on the Future and Other Things Also

Last week I asked the Awesome Talk crew if they had a travel budget. I had a really great idea for a story, and when I told them what it was, they said, “John, whatever you need, go for it. You’re the best. We support you and love you with all of your hearts, and you should reach for the stars.” So I did. And thanks to their generous funding, I was able to travel 7 years into the future. And just like you guys asked, I saved all of my receipts and brought back a sports almanac for each of you.

So, I’m sure you all have some questions. The first one would probably be, “What are jeans like in the year 2020?” Well, they’re still made of denim, but now they’re also rechargeable. The second question would probably be, “Yo do they got robots you can bang or what’s the deal here?” The answer is yes it’s really, really disgusting and… uh, you know what, that’s it for questions for a while. Let’s keep going.

Remember when we were all freaking out about Amazon drones? Little adorable helicopters that would deliver paper towels to our houses 30 minutes after we ordered them? And just because we associated drones with killing civilians and sometimes maybe American citizens, we were a little grossed out by the idea of Amazon drone strikes? Well, as someone that has seen the future, I’m here to tell you that we were all so, so stupid. They have drones for EVERYTHING in the year 2020, and it’s the best. Here’s a completely real thing that happens in the future – you wake up hungry in the middle of the night. A drone blasts into your sleep pod and shoves a food pill down your throat. Where did it come from? How did it know I was hungry? What was in that pill? I don’t know, I don’t care, I have future shit to attend to.

If there’s one negative thing associated with the drones, if you can even call it a negative, is that there’s a constant, low frequency humming that fills the blood red skies, and sometimes there’s static rain. Fall, Winter, Spring, Summer, those are so 7 years ago. Now there is one season and it’s called STATICA. Some side effects of Statica: people with weak stomachs vomit uncontrollably 24 hours a day. Birds with weak bodies explode like fireworks on the fourth of Statica Month 7. Breathable air, potable water, skin that stays on your body, all of these are optional during Statica. But the drones soar like majestic eagles, with the rocket’s red glare and the bombs bursting in- oh right there are bombs going off pretty much all the time during Statica.

So that’s it. The future is perfect, and you guys have nothing to worry about. Just to recap: Drones are nice, uncontrollable vomiting, Gray’s. Sports. Almanac. Oh, and we had the first unanimously elected president, and it was a box of kittens. And Star Wars 8 was bullshit.

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A husband and wife are huddled in front of a crackling fireplace placing index cards around a model size replica of their dining room table. “So, I think my mother and father will sit on the side furthest from the kitchen, next to Uncle Robert and the orphan twins.” says the wife, meticulously shaping the index cards to size. “You’ll be at the head of the table because you’re the man of this house and this is your special day. I know how much you just love the holidays.” With a red and green pen, she alternates the colors of the letters in Uncle Robert’s name. Red U, green N, red C, green L…

He leans over to kiss his wife on the forehead and asks, “More marshmallows, dear?” Just outside, a light dusting of snow punctuates their perfectly tasteful nativity scene; the footprints of carolers slowly disappearing beneath the angel dandruff. The husband adjusts the belt on his almost-too-big robe and watches Mr. Henderson hang another row of icicle lights from his roof. He’ll have to remember to compliment him on another marvelous holiday display. You did it again Mr. Henderson, you old so and so!

Bag of marshmallows in hand, the husband returns to the floor in front of the tiny dining room table. “Finished!” exclaims his wife. “Another perfect holiday dinner party, coming up!” He nods in approval, admiring the table’s fine craftsmanship as well as his wife’s penmanship. A bewitching smirk crosses his wife’s face as she picks up the remaining blank index cards and glitter vials. “You know honey, we still have two seats left. What if you could wish upon the star that lead the three wise men to the newborn king? And with that wish of all wishes, you could have anybody, anybody in the world, join our holiday dinner party. Who would you pick?”

The husband runs a hand through his wife’s hair and ponders this holiday riddle. “Anybody in the world? My dear, I thought you’d never ask. I wish I may, I wish I might, that both Kim Kardashian and Jennifer Aniston would join us that joyous night!” He playfully taps her on the nose. “Boop! Here let me help you wi-” His sentence is interrupted as his wife throws the miniature dining room table and accompanying index cards into the fireplace.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU TREVOR?” The flames of hell reflect in her eyes as the names of their family, friends and all of the orphan twins turn to ash. “Are you fucking serious right now? Here’s an idea, why don’t we sit some of your porno girls next to gram-mem! They can shake their tushes in Trevor Jr’s face while he says the Lord’s Blessing! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?” She storms off to the kitchen. He can hear drawers violently opening and closing and she rummages for the keys to the liquor cabinet.

He chases after her. “But honey, don’t you remember when the man from Reuters called me at the office and asked me to participate in that holiday dinner poll? My answers are firmly in line with the rest of America!” With a warm smile he puts his hand on her chin. Their eyes meet and he calmly says, “Now, why don’t we try to save what’s left of the miniature dining room table and your delightful index cards and call it a night, ok?”

Have a holly jolly Christmaaaaaaaghhhhhhhhhhhhh

She snaps her head away from him and takes a large gulp from a bottle of scotch, now free from its triple locked cabinet. Wiping her lips with the back of her hand before taking another large gulp, she says,”You take your fucking hands off me and you get the fuck out of this house.” He knows he’s lost. There would be no braised goose or razzleberry dumplings or sweet apple gravybutter for Trevor this year. She has that look in her eye that says, “Trevor, you won’t be getting a second helping of shoe-fly marmalade for your freshly baked pfeffernüsse this holiday season. I’ve already filed the papers for our divorce, and I’ve written ‘Trevor’ on a new index card, crossed it out, and wrote ‘Jay Leno’ instead. He’s the funniest man in America, and he’ll be sitting right next to me. Forever. I hate you.” Her eye was so expressive.

~ A SPECIAL HOLIDAY GREETING FROM SUPERTMH2 ~

Hey folks, John here. I hope you enjoyed this year’s very special holiday update! Can you believe people actually want to have dinner with those yahoos? Rachel Ray? Who is that even? Charlie Sheen? What, the dope addict from television? Yeah right! But seriously folks, I hope you all have a wonderful (and SAFE! hehe) holiday season! We had a lot of laughs this year, didn’t we? Oh boy. Yup. Good, uh… good times. Well, hey, don’t let me keep you. I’ll see you… next year! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha holy shit

xoxo
John

Xanacan’t, Xanawon’t, Xanadon’t stop.

The Meadowlands is a sports complex in East Rutherford, New Jersey. It is the home of the New York Giants, the New York Jets, memories of rap-rock shows that I attended in my teens, and Xanadu – the planet’s largest and most questionably colored retail and entertainment thing that has been under construction for eight years. It’s a partially completed, $3.8 billion mall with an indoor ski slope. And what a ski slope! Designed by Deborah Chrysanthemum’s “FunTime Art Jamborwhee! for Children Aged 3 Through WOW” initiative,  Xanadu’s slope promises thrills, chills and the sense that you are skiing inside a gigantic farming implement. Kind of like a wood chipper, or that thing with the conveyor belt that dissects cows with 100,000 tiny robot arms. A Cow Juicer? A Beef Maker? Something like that, except you’re skiing and it’s August and it’s fun.

It's the world's largest one of these things.

73% of New Jersey’s economy is mall-based. The other whatever percent is split between diners, beach parking lots, t-shirts adorned with The Situation’s abs and crime. It’s no surprise that we’re all really excited for this new mega mall to open and start selling us stuff. Everyone’s like, “When’s that blue and orange thing going to open?” and the state is like, “The what?” and then we’re like, “That big thing over where the teams play the games,” and the state is all, “We Xanadu not know what you’re talking about lololololol.”

Now Canada is swooping in to finish the job that lower America couldn’t –

The stalled $3.8-billion project—formerly known as Xanadu and since renamed American Dream at Meadowlands—has bedeviled two previous teams of developers over eight years. The partially-constructed project now stands stalled.

Now, its new developers, Canada-based Triple Five, are looking to restart it with the help of three forms of tax-free financing that could raise as much as $800 million, the developers say.
Wall Street Journal

Some interesting facts from this blurb: a) Xanadu is now known as American Dream at Meadowlands. b) It’s going to cost at least another $800 million to finish this thing. c) I’m going to refrain from making any references to maple syrup or back bacon mall kiosks. It will literally be the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Speaking of kiosks (and not those associated with the rich, musky scent of Canadian pig farmers or syrup tappers), here are some stores that would hawk their wares at the Xanadian Dream @Mdwlnds if they hadn’t gone under since the construction of this monstrosity began –

Circuit City’s Digital Playground: According to the internet, Circuit City was an actual electronics “store” from the turn of the century, wherein customers could purchase VCR head cleaners, digital pet keychains and something called “wires,” which presumably carried information to and from electronics via an antiquated rail system. I couldn’t find any information on their “Digital Playground” branding however, so I’m going to assume it was kind of like World of Warcraft but real life Orcs were teeter-totter salesmen.

Muvico 26: Again, according to the internet, “Muvico Theaters planned to open a 26-screen, 6,500-seat, Egyptian-themed 160,000 sq ft movie theater. The theater was to include its own restaurant and bar, nine balcony auditoriums, a rooftop terrace featuring a 60-foot outdoor screen, and an on-site helipad. The theater was later reduced to 17 screens, and then later canceled.” Come on down to Muvico 26. We’ve got, like, more than half that many screens.

Virgin Megastore: I don’t know what this is.

I want to play Brick Breaker, but I don't want to get off Route 3.

This is ridiculous, we’ve got to get the American Dream at Meadowlands ready for its 20xx grand opening! Fuck Canadian developers Triple Five, I’m taking over. Step one: flood the entire building. We need to future proof this thing, and no one’s going to be shopping at stores in about five years. Let’s focus on something you can’t buy over the internet, and that’s a huge swimming pool at the bottom of an indoor ski slope. Get the Circuit City Orcs lifeguard certifications, turn some of those Muvico screens into rafts, I’m just spitballing here. Find out what a Virgin Megastore is, get some of that involved somehow. Step two: and really, I’m just taking some saliva, attaching it to paper and shooting it across the room here, but can we stick with one color for the outside of this thing? Beige is nice. Or a light green… something that doesn’t look like a two color ClarisWorks gradient. This isn’t a thresher-shaped circus tent, it’s American Dreams @ Xanalands. And step three, change the name to American Dreams @ Xanalands.

And what did all that cost? What’s the cost of water? Or rafts made from movie screens? What does an American Dream go for these days? I hate when people list three things, the cost associated with the first two things, and then say the third thing is priceless. Oh, I get it, like the credit card commercial. I’m not going to do that. Nor am I going to list three steps, leave the second step blank and then label the third step “profit.” That episode of South Park aired in 1998. People are still referencing it! Where’s the beef? The end.