February 2012
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November 2011
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October 2011
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September 2011
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August 2011
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July 2011
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WatchWatch
My friend Jack is a filmmaker (a dang good one), and he just made a teaser trailer for his new movie. The song playing in the background is a song that I wrote! I hope you enjoy both the trailer and the song and that someone brings you a feta-and-spinach omelet today. If you want mp3s of music that I’ve written, download a Black Eyed Peas record because our music is one and the same.
Jul 28th
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Jul 21st
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Fourteen Reasons to Celebrate Bastille Day When...
It’s been ten days since our Independence Day, which means it has been ten days since I watched the movie Independence Day twice and ten days since I wept tears of patriotic joy during Bill Pullman’s unforgettable speech (twice). It has not, however, been ten days since I drank an unnecessary amount of fermented liquids that in turn caused me to make poor decisions. Nonetheless, if...
Jul 14th
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June 2011
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Jun 28th
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Jun 15th
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La Blague Recommends, Volume Five
Good moorrrrnniiiinngggg, Vietblague. (Too soon?) I am going to share with you a very cute photograph! Because that’s the kind of person I am. Wouldn’t you, just for one day, love to be an overweight English bulldog? You could sprawl your legs out like a G and never put your tongue back in its rightful place, because you know for a fact that everyone is dying to see it. This dog—owned...
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Jun 8th
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Jun 8th
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Jun 6th
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Preemptive Bitching About Summer
Ahoy. Aloha. Hello. Memorial Day weekend is now behind us, which means the first Friday of what I consider “real summer” has begun. As all jackasses will communicate to you, summer doesn’t actually begin until June 21st, but that day is also my mom’s birthday so I have enough shit to worry about. I don’t need the added stress of having to get blackout drunk and eat...
Jun 3rd
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Ms. Abramson will be the first woman to be editor... →
I feel like it’s my birthday. And Christmas. And you assholes—160 years? Really?
Jun 2nd
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Jun 1st
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May 2011
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May 27th
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La Blague Recommends: The Europe Edition
It’s never easy to begin blogging again after a three-week hiatus. In fact, it’s never easy to start doing anything again after a three-week hiatus, except for maybe highly potent drugs after coming out of rehab. That is not an endorsement for drug addiction. (It is an endorsement for staying in rehab longer than three weeks, you dummy.) When I decided it was time to return to La...
May 16th
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http://www.sundancechannel.com/top-ten/top-ten-favo... →
I wrote one of my infamous Top Ten lists for Sundance Channel. If you are obsessed with teenage romance, I encourage you to read. Also, I’m back!
May 9th
April 2011
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The Ten Best Top 40 Hits of 1995–2005 (Male...
WHAT IS UP. Its been a mildly successful weekend for us all, and here’s how I know: None of you texted me, so we can celebrate in our mutual appreciation of that. Do you all hate text messaging as much as I do? I’m sure you do. (Keep in mind, sexting is an entirely different thing that I completely support.) To be frank, Gchat is the only method of communication that I advocate, and...
Apr 18th
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Apr 13th
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Travel Tips For the Cheap and Lawless
It’s Sunday so I’d like to formally invite you all to fuck off ‘cause I’m mad the weekend is over. No, wait, you can come back. I didn’t mean it. But it’s true, right? Is there any more depressing moment than around 8 or 9 on Sunday night when you’re like, Holy shit, I have to wake up tomorrow and faff about in a poorly put-together business casual outfit...
Apr 11th
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