Occupy Verne

Seriously, that X-factor emcee has got to go.   Seriously.

Occupy Cake

Lest you think I’m advocating theft, let me remind you that these are talking animals that walk upright with thumbs.

Clearly, all I’m advocating is the critter nationalization of cake.

Clearly.

Occupy Suburbia: With Swedish Subtitles

I love Hammy’s punch line.  It really makes no sense, but it’s a funny kind of no sense.  You laugh before you have a chance to think about it.  But when you think about it, but it’s too late.  You already laughed.

I see a lot of comedy moving in this non sequitor direction.   The other night on “The New Girl” one of the characters didn’t want to go on the roof of their building because he was scared of a cat that lived up there.   The macho guy rationalized his fear by explaining, “I don’t like the roof, man.  There’s a cat up here.  It’s crazy.  It was raised by birds.”

I know.  It doesn’t read that funny.  But in the context of the show it was hilarious.  And, of course, it makes no sense at all.  Cats eat birds.  How could a bird raise a cat?  It would be like a lion being raised by an antelope.   But it was too late.

I’d already laughed.

 

Occupy Suburbia: Mope and Change

I’m a bit confused by Occupy Wall Street.  Maybe someone out there can help me.

I was watching Morning Joe this morning and the editor of Rolling Stone was promoting a piece on OWS.  He explained that OWS essentially had no specific demands.  In fact, they have no plans to ever have any demands.  OWS sees itself as a loose collection of various groups representing an emotion (i.e. anger).

How is that different from a mob?

Don’t get me wrong here.  I’m very sympathetic to their anger over income inequality.  But anger isn’t going to change anything.  Voting, legislation, governance change things.   Sitting in a park, waving signs with no stated specific goal doesn’t solve anything.

Sure, you’ve changed the conversation.   You’ve got our attention.  But, now what?

I’m no fan of the Tea Party, but they changed the conversation, got our attention and went out and voted a lot of good people out of office.   The Tea Party was effective.

Here’s a suggestion.   Try to come together on one simple idea.   I suggest campaign finance reform. CFR feels like the biggest bang for the buck.   Limit campaign contributions to $50 for EVERYONE.  Hard money and soft.

 

 

Occupy Suburbia: Crisco Critters

Top 5 Occupy Wall Street Politely Whispered Requests

5.  Deoderant

4.  Breath mints

3.  Matching socks

2.  The hot babe with the Elvish rune tramp stamp’s phone number.

1.  A job on Wall Street.

Occupy Suburbia: Forget Me Lots

It’s dried salsa.

Occupy Suburbia: The Great Critter-American Migration

Heads up that next week is a vacation week of reruns and then we’ll get back to the Occupy Suburbia storyline on 11/7.  Normally, we wouldn’t break up a storyline like this, but T was off entertaining the troops in Afghanistan last week and it sort of played hell with our schedule.

I think he juggles.  Or maybe does impressions.

Huckleberry Hound.  Quick Draw McGraw.  That sort of thing.

Real cutting edge stuff.

Occupy Suburbia: Rachel Maddow Guest Stars

God, this drives me nuts.  T took his dull hatchet to the dialogue on this one without consulting me again.  Here’s the actual script:

On animals watching TV in kitchen

Inset:   Occupy Suburbia:  Day 4

Rachel/TV:   The Occupy protests have now spread to suburbia.

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On Rachel on screen standing in front of house.

Rachel:   In this ranch house behind me, a group of wild animals have taken up residence.   

RJ:   What wild animals?!

V:   Um… us?

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RJ texts as he talks.  

Rj:  I cream rinse my tail.  You exfoliate.  And Hammy forages for fun-yums.  

H:  Fun-Yummmmmmms

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On Rachel looking at her phone.  

Rachel:   Excuse me.  I stand corrected.  Inside, are a group of “Critter-Americans”.  

V (O.S.): Critter-Americans?

RJ (O.S.):    Shut up.  It polled well. 

“In this house, BEHIND ME…”  makes sense.  Take out “behind me” and you have no idea what house she’s talking about.   Not to mention, it  just sounds awkward and poorly written.

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

(note:  The photo we used of Rachel looks crappy due to the half-tone manipulation for newspapers).

Occupy Suburbia: The Maraschino Cherry Connection

It’s true, Rachel Maddow considers herself something of a mixologist and has been known to enjoy a Manhattan or three.  Stands to reason that she’s developed a serious maraschino cherry addiction.

Despite that, Hammy still loves her.

Occupy Suburbia: The One Percent Solution

I love this punch line.

“Nice job, Mike,” he said to himself in a creepy self congratulatory way that revealed a disturbing degree of narcissism.