Baba Booey Made the Foo

(my friend "Chainsaw" would say:)

The year was 1997.

Rock music was not doing well.

The Foo Fighters were performing

live on the Howard Stern Show.

As the performance begins,

Stern asks Dave Grohl which

song he will be playing.

Dave responds: For All the Cows.

For All the Cows is a mellow rock

song from the first Foo album that

eventually rocks out heavily.

Stern replies: Play one of your hits.

Baba Booey interjects: Play Everlong.

This was the moment that made

the Foo Fighters a bit more than,

"that band with Nirvana's drummer."

That moment of serenity, with a guy

and a guitar... was almost magical.

Howard Stern got goose bumps.

Adam Sandler used a cleaned-up

(no talking before/during) version of this

very live Everlong performance for his

film (that nobody saw), Little Nicky.

It was the reason everyone wanted

to hear acoustic versions of each

popular Foo Fighters song

from then on...

...but it was never the same.

A Walk in the Park

I went to the dog park with my parents.

We were walking through the woods,

and it let out into this dog paradise.

Suddenly it dawned on me...

People are really out of shape.

They drive their SUVs to the park;

their dogs run laps around them,

free and excited to be loose...

The people stand and watch.

Someone needs to take them

to the nearest "People Park."

There they can run and play

and get some much-needed

cardiovascular exercise...

Last night I had a race with

a pit-bull named Angel.

(my friend Rebecca's rescued dog)

We ran down the beach together,

much like Rocky and Apollo.

I beat her to the finish,

but she beat me back.

It felt nice.

I think she enjoyed it too.

She looked quite happy.

Fîn.

Sessme Fighters...

Today I was listening to

some old recordings I've done.

Namely, my "mantra"...

Then I stumbled on a parody of

the Foo Fighters' "The Pretender"

that I animated when it came out

back in 2008.  It reminded me

so much of the Sesame Street

song, "One of These Things

is Not Like the Others,"

that I just had to...

Here is the original video for

the Foo Fighters' song:

...and my version (sync them up!):

Let me know what you think.

Have a nice day.

- John

McShit

Last night I had a few drinks.

(no surprise there)

Whilst driving home, I spotted

a McDonalds and thought,

"damn, it's been a while,

I should stop there."

Then I made a deal with myself.

'Self,' says I, 'you will not go there

tonight, but you can have it for

lunch tomorrow if you still

feel like you desire it.'

... a pretty solid logic for somone

with a solid buzz going.

I give myself credit.

So today, I stopped there for lunch.

What a terrible idea that was.

McDonalds is only good at 2:30am

when you're drunk enough not to

realize exactly how shitty the

food you're putting into

your mouth really is.

Excuse me, I have to use the restroom.

Ok, I'm back.

Where was I?

Ah yes.

The Evil Empire.

McDonalds is such garbage,

you need to be severely intoxicated

not to realize the nutritional value

of your consumption is equal to

that of not eating a meal at all.

In fact, it's worse.

Not only is there nothing worth

eating at this place, what 

they do have is really

terrible for the body.

Why are these place so popular?!

Oh right... it's cheap and quick.

Damn, convenience... you win again.

(next time I eat it, I'll be wasted)

Notes on Love...

My friend Kendra posted a blog about

a friend of hers that finds and loses a man

in a period of 48 hours of a weekend.

Kendra's Blonde Logic Blog

It upsets me that the lady-folk

have certain expectations

and don't tell us

what they

are.

This is how I handle the situation:

...every time I meet a girl I like,
I call her immediately after we part from each other,
just to make sure she get's home alright. 

Then I poke her on Facebook when I get to my place.
A simple smile ": )" text right before I go to sleep
let's her know I'm dreaming of her and only her...

The next day I cook breakfast and wait outside her apartment.
She's a vegetarian, so I use tofu bacon and soy milk.

I found out on her blog that she usually wakes up
around 8am, and goes for a jog around the park.
My running shorts are tight, but it's all worth it...

After she says, "what the hell are you doing here?"
I decide to eat breakfast alone.
She's not a morning person.

The rest of the day I think of the way her hair looks
right after she gets out of the shower, before she
blow-dries it and puts on jeans and a t-shirt to walk
her adorable little Chihuahua-doodle, Mr. Fluffypants.

I call her once an hour and leave voicemails,
just to let her know that I am thinking of her.

She texts me, "i have a bf"
but I know she doesn't...
She's just playing it cool.

That night I see that her friend Kristen
posted on her Facebook wall that they're
going to a bar downtown. How subtle.

She hasn't called back or responded to my
multiple texts, but I know she wants me to
show up at the bar that she's going to...

I hang in the back and watch her and her friends
hit on guys for a few hours, in an obvious attempt
to make me jealous, but it doesn't work,
I know that she's thinking only of me.

Finally I walk up behind her while she gets a drink,
and whisper in her ear, "hello, my love"...
She turns around and lets out a scream (of excitement!),
then says, "what the hell are you doing here?"
How cute, pretending to be surprised...

I hand her the portrait of us in the nude
that I stayed up the whole night before painting.
She likes it so much that she's speechless.
She goes back to the table with her friends,
and I hail a cab... another great night!
 
Damn, I'm smooth.

 : )