Q-Tip: A Day In The Life...

There is a fuck-up (beside the fact that I made this ridiculous video at all). See if you can find it.


He's Berry Clever...

According to this little blurb on IMDb.com today, actress Halle Berry has, in the past, used the intronets to meet people and have "normal" conversations without revealing her true identity. She explains, "I never went so far as a date. But I've gone online and pretended to be someone else, in an attempt to have some anonymity."

After reading this, despite the fact that "his" conversations are primarily abnormal, I have come to the conclusion that still-anonymous That Blue Yak author, Dr. Zibbs, is actually none other than Charlotte Rae, television's Edna Garrett.

Until I have photographic evidence to the contrary, what else am I supposed to believe?


Liquid Smoke...

I want to know when someone's going to develop Solid Smoke.
You know, smoke you can really sink your teeth into.
Smoke you can slice up and put on a sandwich.


They Just Greenlit My Screenplay!...

Awesome news, right? Now, my contract prohibits me from getting into any specific story points -- you know, the "gritty-gritty" -- but I can tell you to think of it as



It can't miss.

We Have A Toaster!?...

I don't spend a lot of time in our kitchen. The other day, Megan, who knows our kitchen intimately, asked if I'd like her to make me some toast with cinnamon & sugar on it.

"We have a toaster!?" I asked.

"Um, yeah," she replied, incredulously.

"Get the fuck out of here!"

"We do."

"No, seriously, get the fuck out of here. I am so fucking pissed right now. I can't believe we had a toaster and you didn't tell me."

"It's been on the counter the entire time."

So yesterday I went on a toasting spree. I toasted bread, socks, utility bills -- you name it. The thing is awesome! Then I discovered this drawer in the kitchen that had forks and knives and shit in it. No kidding! I cannot express how much easier it is to eat certain things now. Before you ask, yes, we do have a refrigerator. I knew that one already. That's the cold thing you put beer and frozen pizzas in. It's tall and white. At least I think that's it. I may be confusing it with the oven.



It's season finale season right now on the old televisual machine -- that time of year when all of your favorite programs drum up some sort of suspense to ensure that you'll tune in again come fall to see who shot who or who slept with who or whose penis-removal surgery got botched (Spoiler Alert! It's Jim Belushi of According To Jim. Can anyone say "Emmy contender"?).

Since there's never been a bandwagon I haven't jumped on, allow me to present my blog's season finale. All will be revealed in September. Now, let the wild speculation begin!


As Long As There's A Mother's Day...

...shouldn't there also be a "Motherfucker's Day"?

I think we need to set aside one day
each year to celebrate the people in our lives
who make us grateful we aren't them.


Vision Impaired...

I've been hearing that my blog is
difficult to read so I made some changes.

Edited to add: For those of you who don't understand, I blew up the blog's text size really, really big over the weekend. Needless to say, it was hilarious.


I Have A New Spin-Off Blog...

Documentary Film Of The Day: Workingman's Death...

I'm warning you right off the bat, this one is a challenge. It can be tough to watch at times. However, the photography is incredible and the places the film goes are places you have likely never seen before. The film focuses on five hellish occupations: coal mining in the Ukraine, Sulfur mining in Indonesia, livestock processing in Nigeria (very graphic), ship dismantling in Pakistan, and steel production in China. If you think you have a shitty job, this film might give you a different outlook. I probably haven't done the best job talking up this film, but it is pretty amazing. Although there is minimal dialogue (which is subtitled), it has a slight similarity in style to one of my all-time favorite films, Baraka.

You can Netflix it HERE.


Now You Know Why I Don't Touch The Stuff...

You never know what you're gonna find* hiding in and amongst it.

And I don't want to hear a bunch of shit now about how it isn't the broccoli's fault and that broccoli is the greatest food ever and that you want to have sex with broccoli and raise a three or four half-broccoli/half-human children and send them to regular school during the week and broccoli school on Saturday so they can learn about their proud broccoli heritage.

Broccoli sucks and that's all there is to it. You know it and I know it. The days of denial are over.

*Article courtesy of Mr. Stankus.


People Often Confuse My Pterodactyl Impression With My Flying Pig Impression...

This originally started as a simple post with two short, separate videos. However, as is usually the case, the making of/behind-the-scenes footage is some of the most compelling. I wanted to film it inside because, unlike Megan, I don't think my neighbors realize what a weirdo I am, at least not yet.


Just A Song I've Been Listening To...

Maybe you'll like it, maybe you won't. It's certainly jangly.