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My Interview with Dennis Hopper

May 31st, 2010 Avitable Comments off

Gonzo actor Dennis Hopper died Saturday, at the age of 74. I sat down with him for a post-mortem chat:

Me: Hi Mr. Hopper, and thank you for taking the time to meet with me.

DH: Oh, man, I've got nothing but time anymore.

Me: Okay, I can't do this.

DH: Do what?

Me: Pretend like I care about interviewing you.

DH: What are you talking about?

Me: You're not really on my radar.

DH: But I'm an icon!

Me: You're the poster-boy for drug addiction and being obnoxious. You're the bad guy from Speed, the "Sicilian nigger" guy from True Romance, and the guy who did the voiceover in that Gorillaz song. That's it. Why should I waste my time interviewing you?

DH: Those are the only places that you know me from?

Me: I've never seen Easy Rider or Rebel Without a Cause. I saw Apocalypse Now when I was 19 and was bored out of my skull. I've never even seen Blue Velvet or Hoosiers. Shit, half the time I get you confused with Rutger Hauer. Is he still alive?

DH: Yeah, I think – Wait, I don't fucking care! I'm the dead one, here. You're supposed to be interviewing me!

Me: I know, I know. My heart's just not into it.

DH: Did you know that I interviewed Kristen Stewart last year for "Interview" magazine?

Me: And I'm back in. Tell me all about her.

DH: Well, it was only a five minute conversation, but she was very nice and even talked to my seven-year old daughter on the phone.

Me: Is she as gorgeous in person as she looks on film? Does she always have that sexy little smirk? Does she smell like cinnamon and fairy dust, like I imagine she does?

DH: Dude, obsess much? She's just a young actress with not much to show yet.

Me: That's not true! She's in the Twilight movies, which are sooo much better than any of the shit made in the 60s and 70s.

DH: You are fucking nuts, man.

Me: Have you ever watched the movies? Are you sad that you're dead so you can't see the new one in a month?

DH: I read the books.

Me: And?

DH: And what?

Me: You know.

DH: Team Edward.

Me: Are you stupid? Pop quiz, hotshot. You've got two men interested in you. One is a poncy cold fish with perpetual bedhead whose idea of protecting the person he allegedly loves is to run away, and the other is a warm, caring man with a huge heart who will do whatever it takes to protect the woman he loves. Who do you choose? Who do you choose?

DH: I am outta here.


Enjoy this interview? Check out my other dead (mostly) celebrity (mostly) interviews (actually written by me!):

Gary Coleman
Chinese murderer
Casey, aka Moosh In Indy
Adolf Hitler
Peter Graves
Corey Haim
My Grandmother
Roy Scheider
Zelda Rubinstein and J.D. Salinger
Brittany Murphy
Oral Roberts
John Lennon
Ken Ober
Henry Gibson
Patrick Swayze
Ted Kennedy
John Hughes
Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett
Walter Cronkite
Billy Mays
Ed McMahon
Stephen Hawking
Robert Novak
Caylee Anthony
David Carradine
Martin Luther King, Jr.

My Interview with Gary Coleman

May 29th, 2010 Avitable Comments off

Diminutive actor Gary Coleman died yesterday at the age of 42. I sat down with the surly star for a posthumuous chinwag:

Me: Thank you for taking the time, Mr. Coleman.

GC: Please, call me Gary. And you're welcome. I'm just glad somebody remembers who I am!

Me: Of course I remember you. You played Willis on Diff'rent Strokes.

GC: No, I didn't.

Me: Webster?

GC: That was Emmanuel Lewis.

Me: Mini-Me?

GC: Verne Troyer.

Me: The idiot from Jackass?

GC: That's Jason "Wee Man" Acuna.

Me: The Oompa Loompa from Tim Burton's Chocolate Factory movie?

GC: Deep Roy.

Me: Kramer's midget friend?

GC: Danny Woodburn.

Me: Willow?

GC: Warwick Davis.

Me: That creepy guy in the red room in Twin Peaks?

GC: Michael J. Anderson.

Me: R2-D2?

GC: Kenny Baker.

Me: That angry elf from Bad Santa?

GC: That's Tony Cox! What, do all black people look alike to you? You're a fucking racist, man!

Me: No, I'm not! I even said Emmanuel Lewis earlier and he's black!

GC: Yeah, but he and I are actually the same person, so I let that one slide. You're totally a racist.

Me: I swear I'm not. See, there's this thing I do where I tease my interview subject by pretending to be unaware of who they really are, and I was naming all types of tiny actors, and then you were supposed to get all exasperated and tell me that you didn't PLAY Willis, you played Arnold Jackson and "Whatchoo talking about, Willis?" was your catchphrase. Then I was going to laugh because I finally got you to say the famous catchphrase that you've notoriously refused to say because you're a cantankerous obnoxious person.

GC: What if you ran out of actors of my stature before I got exasperated?

Me: I'm surprised it took this long, actually, but if I ran out of names, I'd start on objects, like a fire hydrant, a Ken doll, or a pair of fat man's pants. Then, I'd go surreal and start naming things like a leprechaun or a coffee pot. And I would have totally broken you by then.

GC: And why exactly do you do this?

Me: Because it's funny, man.

GC: But, you're supposed to be interviewing me, and finding out about my life. I mean, I'm dead now, and there will never be another story about me doing anything ever again.

Me: That would be true, except you haven't done anything with your life since Diff'rent Strokes.

GC: That show destroyed my life! They worked me 15 hours a day, my parents stole all of my money, Mr. Drummond touched me in my no-no place, and I died broke.

Me: I have heard about the tragedy . . . what did you just say?

GC: "I died broke."

Me: No, before that.

GC: "My parents stole all of my money."

Me: After that, but before the other part.

GC: "and".

Me: I think that I heard you say that Mr. Drummond touched you in your no-no place.

GC: No I didn't.

Me: I think you did. Do you still call it that? Your no-no place?

GC: Yeah. I know it's immature, but . . . I died a virgin.

Me: WHAT?

GC: I was very embarrassed of my no-no place, so I would never let anyone get intimate with me.

Me: Why were you embarrassed?

GC: I am NOT getting into this with you.

Me: Hey, you're the one who wanted the real interview instead of a light airy mock interview.

GC: Sighhh. Well, the problem with dwarfism is that affects many parts of your body. And as a kid, you know, I would compare myself with my dad all the time.

Me: Sure.

GC: Well, unfortunately, even by the time I hit puberty, I just wasn't really developed "down there". And it never quite grew the way it was supposed to. *starts to sob*

Me: Oh, man, I'm sorry to hear that. I'm sure it wasn't that bad.

GC: *sobbing harder* It was, it was! You just don't understand, so I'll have to show you.

Me: Now, that's not nec– (Gary Coleman stands up and pulls down his shorts)– OH MY GOD.

GC: See? *sobbing harder* And it's pretty much the same size hard! It just lies there, a tiny 10 inch long penis. I'm deformed!

Me: Yes. Ahem. Deformed with a 10-inch penis. Poor you. I'm so sorry for you.

GC: Thank you. *cries and leaves the room*.

Me: *sob*


Enjoy this interview? Check out my other dead (mostly) celebrity (mostly) interviews (actually written by me!):

Chinese murderer
Casey, aka Moosh In Indy
Adolf Hitler
Peter Graves
Corey Haim
My Grandmother
Roy Scheider
Zelda Rubinstein and J.D. Salinger
Brittany Murphy
Oral Roberts
John Lennon
Ken Ober
Henry Gibson
Patrick Swayze
Ted Kennedy
John Hughes
Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett
Walter Cronkite
Billy Mays
Ed McMahon
Stephen Hawking
Robert Novak
Caylee Anthony
David Carradine
Martin Luther King, Jr.

My Interview with that Chinese guy who killed all the kids.

May 14th, 2010 Avitable Comments off

This post is a guest post disguised to look like a real post by me, written by my friend James.

On Wednesday, May 12, Adam was given an assignment.

After two days of writing about preachy subjects, he was tasked with writing about something else horrible. Just like the previous posts though which were done with a twist of dark humor to make the message more clear, he was required to do the same with the new horrible subject.

The recent trend in China of adult males going into schools and killing children. The task was given after the most recent massacre. In this instance, a man went to a school with a cleaver and hacked seven kindergarten children and two teachers to death before going home to kill himself.

What was the reason for this? A property dispute. The man was the owner of the house that was being used as a school and he didn't want to renew their lease. While the motivation is unbelievable, the fact that this is the sixth such attack on schoolchildren since March of this year is the most bizarre and horrific part.

Why are grown adults choosing to attack and kill defenseless children? To find out, I sat down with the most recent attacker, Wu Huanming.

Adam : Wu, may I call you Wu?

Wu: 我不在乎

Adam: Ummmm. What?

Wu: 我說我不在乎你給我打電話

Adam: Shit. I figured the afterlife had its own translator. I guess that's one more thing that Google can do that God can't. If you don't mind I'm going to use Google's Afterlife Translation site to translate the rest of what you're saying.

Wu: Oh great, you using Google. Google hate China. You know that?

Adam: No, I didn't know that.

Wu: Yes, Google hate China. We are a peaceful people and Google want to corrupt us.

Adam: You're peaceful people? You hacked 9 people to death… 7 of them children! That's not peaceful at all!

Wu: You misunderstand. Piece-full people. China is full of people in pieces.

Adam: I think I'm going to be sick.

Wu: Oh right, like you not upset you didn't think of it first. I not bad guy here. You are. Google is!

Adam: Google didn't chop any children to death.

Wu: Google want to take away freedom! Freedom to shop!

Adam: I think you have that backwards. Your government wants to take away your freedom. As far as your freedom to shop, Google has no interest in what you buy.

Wu: Not shop, SHOP.

Adam: Yes, shop.

Wu: NO! SHOPPP!. C-H-O-P. What fuck kind of translator you using? Translator should have no problem with these words. It make no sense!

Adam: Oh… Chop. Yeah, you don't have freedom to chop. That's not Google taking away that freedom though, it's a freedom you just don't have. You can't just chop people to death. Especially children!

Wu: But without shopping how else I get my house back?

Adam: Did the chopping work? Do you have your house back? Did you get what you wanted?

Wu: Google hates China.


Enjoy this interview? Check out my other dead (mostly) celebrity (mostly) interviews (actually written by me!):

Casey, aka Moosh In Indy
Adolf Hitler
Peter Graves
Corey Haim
My Grandmother
Roy Scheider
Zelda Rubinstein and J.D. Salinger
Brittany Murphy
Oral Roberts
John Lennon
Ken Ober
Henry Gibson
Patrick Swayze
Ted Kennedy
John Hughes
Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett
Walter Cronkite
Billy Mays
Ed McMahon
Stephen Hawking
Robert Novak
Caylee Anthony
David Carradine
Martin Luther King, Jr.

My Interview With @Mooshinindy

April 28th, 2010 Avitable Comments off

One of my favoritest people in the whole world, Casey, aka Mooshinindy, turns the ripe old age of 28 today! And I thought what better present could I give her other than something that I usually only reserve for dead celebrities? So I sat down yesterday and interviewed Casey and here you go!*

ME: Hi Casey, happy birthday!

MOOSH: Thanks! I'm happy to be here.

ME: So, people are always surprised when they find out that we're friends, aren't they?

MOOSH: Why? Because I'm a pure, innocent Mormon who's one of God's creatures and you're swinging on the door to hell?

ME: Exactly.

MOOSH: Well, I just tell people that I'm trying to save you.

ME: From? Tigers?

MOOSH: No, your soul!

ME: Ahh. But I believe in Jesus!

MOOSH: Adam, you named your penis Jesus.

ME: And I believe in him!

MOOSH: Sigh. I wonder if lightning can strike through an Internet connection. Am I also in danger here?

ME: No. Jesus will protect you.

MOOSH: What did we say? No more talking about your penis when you talk to the Mormon girl!

ME: I'm totally going to put this whole conversation on the Internet.

MOOSH: I will fucking kill you.

ME: Aha! You can't reach me through the Internet!

MOOSH: Oh, but don't you know about us Mormons? We're everywhere.

ME: Oh shit.

MOOSH: You get some random knock on your door and there are two clean cut young men standing there in white shirts and ties. You smile and start to tell them you're not interested and shut the door, but one of them sticks their foot in. You open it, confused, and then they beat you in the face with their Bibles.

ME: Please don't sic the Mormon Attack Squad on me!

MOOSH: Promise you won't post this anywhere.

ME: Okay, I promise.

MOOSH: Good. We can't have the whole fucking world finding out that I swear! Or that I talk to you at all, actually. I mean, it's kind of embarrassing. What kind of person would associate with you?

ME: That's an excellent point.

MOOSH: So, did you know that it's Mormon tradition for all of someone's friends to buy her extravagant birthday presents for her birthday?

ME: No, I had no idea.

MOOSH: Yup! And if her friends don't spend at least $200-300 each on her, she will go straight to hell.

ME: Well, damn. I don't want you to go to hell.

MOOSH: I know you don't. That's very sweet. So here's my wishlist. Go crazy.

ME: Well, I need to watch my budget now, with the divorce and all.

MOOSH: Oh, I see how it is. You WANT me to go to hell. Fine. Fucker.

ME: Okay. I guess I'll go spend lots of money on you for your birthday. What are friends for?

MOOSH: Yay!!

ME: But first, I'm going to go touch Jesus for a while.

MOOSH: GAH!


Enjoy this interview? Check out my other dead (mostly) celebrity (mostly) interviews:

Adolf Hitler
Peter Graves
Corey Haim
My Grandmother
Roy Scheider
Zelda Rubinstein and J.D. Salinger
Brittany Murphy
Oral Roberts
John Lennon
Ken Ober
Henry Gibson
Patrick Swayze
Ted Kennedy
John Hughes
Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett
Walter Cronkite
Billy Mays
Ed McMahon
Stephen Hawking
Robert Novak
Caylee Anthony
David Carradine
Martin Luther King, Jr.

*Everything in this interview is completely manufactured and no interview actually took place. Casey does not swear and my penis is not named Jesus. Although my testicles ARE named Luke and Matthew. Happy birthday, Casey! Love you lots!

**Also, it's Brittany's birthday too. I don't know Brittany that well, but she's damn funny. Happy birthday, Barefootfoodie!

My Interview with Adolf Hitler

April 20th, 2010 Avitable Comments off

Today is April 20th. While it might be best known for a holiday to celebrate marijuana (after students in 1971 met at 4:20 every afternoon to smoke pot), it's also the birthday of Adolf Hitler. What better day to interview the tiny megalomaniac?

Me: Hi Skippy, how's it going?

AH: What is this Skippy of which you speak?

Me: That's my nickname for you.

AH: Ah. I like, I like!

Me: Oh, well, as long as you like it, that's all that matters. So, still hating on the Jews?

AH: Ja, ja. (chuckles)

Me: It's not really funny. You're responsible for one of the worst cases of human extermination in recent history.

AH: No, I know this. But it remind me of very funny joke.

Me: Yeah?

AH: Okay! Joke goes: I want to kill all der Jews and one clown.

Me: Why a clown?

AH: See? Nobody cares about der Jews!

Me: That's . . . horrible.

AH: But is funny, ja!

Me: Sigh. Maybe a little.

AH: I knew it! But is okay, I have now reformed.

Me: You have?

AH: Ja, ja. I have spent many years in hell paying for der error of my ways.

Me: Well, I'd say many people believe, and I'm right along with them, that you could probably spend eternity in hell and still not pay for the error of your ways.

AH: I have reformed. I now think that der Jews are amazing! I made a huge mistake.

Me: I don't believe you.

AH: Nein! Nein! This is true! I love der Jews.

Me: I'm really suspicious of your sudden attitude change. I think you're just trying to use this interview to get rid of people's negative impression of you.

AH: Nein. I love them. I love der way they can haggle and get good deals and use der semantics to always win!

Me: Aha! See – even under your protestations, you're just perpetuating the same old hurtful stereotypes. You are a faker, sir.

AH: Please. You must help me! I need the world to know that I love der Jews!

Me: I would never help you, and why do you need the world to know this?

AH: Well, you know how der Jews run der media and der finance industry and der medical and legal industries?

Me: I know that you think they do.

AH: (in hushed whisper) They also run der Hell!

Two devils enter the room, with name tags that say "Moishe" and "Jacob".

MOISHE THE DEVIL: Okay, Mr. Hitler, enough already with the yapping. Let's go already.

AH: Nein! NEIN! NEEEIIIIINNNNN!!!! I LOOOOVE DERRR JEWWWWWWS!!! (His screams fade as they drag him away).


Enjoy this interview? Check out my other dead (mostly) celebrity (mostly) interviews:

Peter Graves
Corey Haim
My Grandmother
Roy Scheider
Zelda Rubinstein and J.D. Salinger
Brittany Murphy
Oral Roberts
John Lennon
Ken Ober
Henry Gibson
Patrick Swayze
Ted Kennedy
John Hughes
Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett
Walter Cronkite
Billy Mays
Ed McMahon
Stephen Hawking
Robert Novak
Caylee Anthony
David Carradine
Martin Luther King, Jr.

My interview with Peter Graves

March 15th, 2010 Avitable Comments off

"Mission: Impossible" and "Airplane!" star Peter Graves was found dead last night at the age of 83 under mysterious circumstances, and as one of the preeminent journalists who has a picture of themselves eating ice cream with Hitler, I was invited to interview him:

Me: Hi Peter, thanks for meeting with me.

PG: (in a whisper) I am not Peter. I'm on a top-secret mission and my name is Dyed. Howie Dyed.

Me: Well, I'm here to interview Peter Graves and I wanted to find out how he died.

PG: Yes?

Me: Oh, I see what you did there. Two can play that game. Have you ever been in a Turkish prison, Peter?

PG: I told you, Peter's not here.

Me: But he-

PG: Oh, Buddy's been in a Turkish prison.

Me: Sigh. And he's the same as Peter Graves?

PG: Andy? No, Andy has nothing to do with Peter Graves.

Me: Now I'm confused how he-

PG: Yes?

Me: Okay. I want to talk to Peter. Will he-

PG: Willy's in the other room.

Me: Oh. My. God. I want to punch you so f-

PG: Yusuf? That's our target. Have you seen him?

Me: That didn't even sound like the same thing! Now I know you're just fucking with me.

PG: King Withme is Yusuf's boss. Whose side are you on?

Me: Youon isn't here right now.

PG: Don't be a moron.


Enjoy this interview? Check out my other dead (mostly) celebrity (mostly) interviews:

Corey Haim
My Grandmother
Roy Scheider
Zelda Rubinstein and J.D. Salinger
Brittany Murphy
Oral Roberts
John Lennon
Ken Ober
Henry Gibson
Patrick Swayze
Ted Kennedy
John Hughes
Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett
Walter Cronkite
Billy Mays
Ed McMahon
Stephen Hawking
Robert Novak
Caylee Anthony
David Carradine
Martin Luther King, Jr.

My interview with my recently deceased grandmother

March 9th, 2010 Avitable Comments off

Nana (pictured here with Uncle Saddam)

My grandmother, pictured above with her second favorite dictator, passed away Friday night. This is the same grandmother I've written about previously. She was suffering from the late stages of Alzheimer's, and her death, while sad, was merciful.

Eileen was the oldest of 15 children. She raised many of her younger brothers and sisters as if they were her own children, and supported many of them, paying for college and other expenses, just like a parent. She was the matriarch to the Irish Catholic side of my family. By the time I knew her, she was the very strict, serious, older lady that you didn't dare disappoint. She was very religious, never swore, was fair to each grandchild to a fault, and disapproved of fully half of anything that a child would do. This isn't to say that she didn't love – she cared deeper than she showed, and loved everyone equally and unconditionally. But you sure as fuck didn't want to do anything to disappoint her. "You had better hope that your Nana doesn't hear about this!" was a familiar mantra heard around my home. Today, I got the chance to interview her posthumously which means, thankfully, that her mental state had returned to how she used to be. (NOTE: The following is a PARODY and in no way reflects my actual grandmother, who was about as close to a saint as you could possibly be.)

Me: Hi Nana.

Nana: Hi dear.

Me: I'm sorry you're not here anymore. I miss you.

Nana: Is that why you only visited me once when I was in the home?

Me: It was too hard to see you like that. And I didn't think you'd really want any of us to see you in that state.

Nana: So does this mean you're skipping my funeral too?

Me: If it wasn't to be there for Mom and Papa, I wouldn't go to that, either.

Nana: And what's this I hear about you getting a divorce?

Me: Ohhh, ummm, yeah.

Nana: You know you're going to hell, right?

Me: For getting a divorce? That's not fair.

Nana: No, not for the divorce – that's just what you get for living in sin before you got married.

Me: Then why?

Nana: Because I can see everything now – and there is no way God is letting you into heaven with all of that porn you look at.

Me: You can see THAT?!?

Nana: Yes, and you should be ashamed of yourself. If I wasn't already dead, finding out that there's something called "tranny porn" would have killed me on the spot. And then how would you have liked finding out that you killed your poor grandmother?

Me: But I didn't! And that was just for research purposes.

Nana: You need a hand down your pants to research?

Me: I . . Uh . . Um . . .

Nana: I'm just fucking with you.

Me: NANA!!!

Nana: What? Can't a woman drop an f-bomb on you?

Me: Not when you're my Nana, and I've never even heard you say "hell"!

Nana: I usually reserved that type of language for the bedroom.

Me: Oh God.

Nana: You don't want to hear about me and your grandfather having sex? You do know that your mother wasn't immaculately conceived, even if she's convinced you she was, right?

Me: No no no no no no (rocking back and forth)

Nana: I used to joke that your Papa's name was destined to be Howie . . .

Me: Please stop (crying)

Nana: . . . as in "how he makes me feel down there"

Me: shh shh shh shh no shhh shh

Nana: And by "down there", I mean my vagina.

Me: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA…..


Enjoy this interview? Check out my other dead (mostly) celebrity (mostly) interviews:

Roy Scheider
Zelda Rubinstein and J.D. Salinger
Brittany Murphy
Oral Roberts
John Lennon
Ken Ober
Henry Gibson
Patrick Swayze
Ted Kennedy
John Hughes
Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett
Walter Cronkite
Billy Mays
Ed McMahon
Stephen Hawking
Robert Novak
Caylee Anthony
David Carradine
Martin Luther King, Jr.

My Interview with John Lennon

December 8th, 2009 Avitable Comments off

On the 29th anniversary of John Lennon's death, I thought I'd take the time to interview him:

Me: So, I'm sitting here with John Lennon, one of the Fab Four. Thanks for taking the time to speak with me, John.

JL: Well, it's like, there's not much to do here, you know, so I've got the time, man.

Me: Now, is it true that you were actually kind of a douchebag?

JL: What?

Me: Well, you got some weird Asian midget pregnant while you were married but tried to claim your wife was the adulterous one.

JL: Oh, well, see, it's like, man, a different world back then and we were all about free love and, you know, peace.

Me: Do you think that Yoko Ono was good for you?

JL: Yes, man, she was brilliant, absolutely brilliant! Did you know that she created this fantastic piece of art where the every man could walk into the gallery, see, and, you know, take a hammer and bang! bang! bang! hammer nails into a board. It blew my fuckin' mind.

Me: But wasn't she a primary reason that your band broke up?

JL: Well, you know, it was time. It wasn't a great disaster, and, like, with all the hate and anger and bad energy in the world, you know, this is just a rock group that split up. It's nothing important.

Me: Well, many people out there think that The Beatles are the greatest band in history. I'm not one of them, though. Personally, I don't like your music that much and prefer The Rolling Stones instead.

JL: And I'd prefer to punch you in the fucking nose.

Me: Whoa. What happened to the hippie relaxed almost to the level of idiocy?

JL: That's all an act. All that "we're selling peace" and "we're bigger than Jesus" shit was just propaganda created by our handlers.

Me: Handlers?

JL: Yup. See, we didn't actually find each other organically. We were hired by promoters who wanted to compete with Elvis in the States. They hired us, trained us, changed our names, and made us famous. My real name was Hubert Kronsweigel.

Me: I also notice that you don't have a British accent anymore.

JL: Of course not – are you slow? I'm actually from Philly.

Me: So, then what happened with Yoko? Was that real or a facade?

JL: That was real. I got too big for my britches and thought that I was untouchable. They showed me.

Me: Are you implying that the people who manufactured The Beatles had you killed?

JL: It's true. Mark David Chapman was actually in training to become the next Meat Loaf when they tapped him to kill me.

Me: I'm finding this hard to believe. Are you high right now?

JL: Well, yes. But that's beside the point. The music industry runs the world! They can make you go crazy, like Britney or Whitney Houston. They can ruin your reputation as a teen heartthrob by outing you, like they did with Lance Bass and Justin Timberlake.

Me: Justin's not gay or out of the closet!

JL: Yet.

Me: And I bet that they also killed Tupac and Biggie Smalls.

JL: And Aaliyah and the Big Bopper and John Denver and Kurt Cobain and Left Eye Lopes and Michael Jackson.

Me: Wow, my mind has officially been blown.

JL: It's what I do. Now do you have any final questions before I go find something salty to munch on?

Me: Yeah. What was the last thing that went through your mind before you died?

JL: A bullet, man. A bullet.

Me: But you were shot in the back, not the head.

JL: Was I, man? Was I?


Enjoy this interview? Check out my other dead (mostly) celebrity (mostly) interviews:

Ken Ober
Henry Gibson
Patrick Swayze
Ted Kennedy
John Hughes
Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett
Walter Cronkite
Billy Mays
Ed McMahon
Stephen Hawking
Robert Novak
Caylee Anthony
David Carradine
Martin Luther King, Jr.

The answers to life

November 19th, 2009 Avitable Comments off

Earlier this week, in an exhibition of complete and utter creative laziness, I asked for questions that I would answer. Some of you heard my cry for help and came running. And now I provide you with the fruits plucked as you enabled my inability to come up with anything to post on my own:

Bluepaintred asked: Did your blog theme change? How long has that weird white outline been here?

Blue, that's a change I was required to add to my blog for all Canadian visitors. English speaking Canadians see just a white border but the French speaking ones see a blank page that tells them to go eat cheese and drink wine.

Dave2 asked: What's the theme for next year's Halloween party?

Rabies. Or "The Horror of Papercuts!" We haven't decided yet.

Andria asked: When potty-training a boy, what do I teach him to do with his weenie? Do you shake it? Flick it? Dab it with toilet paper?! I'm so confused here. I don't want to screw him up. Also, is calling it a "weenie" potentially messing him up too?!

I usually just move my hips like a hula hoop. Sure, this might get a little splashback around the bathroom, but it's fun. And it's better to call it "horse cock" for self esteem issues.

Zoeyjane asked: If you had to pick a new blog wife because Britt had a torrid blog affair with Father Muskrat, whose hand would you take in blogtrimony?

This is an easy question. I would host a reality show called "The Great Avitable Blog Wife Showdown" and would pit fourteen BILFs against each other to compete for the title of my blog wife. In the end, the winner would be the one with the biggest tits readership.

Shauna asked: My left arm itches. Can you tell me why?

Shauna, when you spend half your day with your arm in a bull's ass, stimulating his prostate for semen collection, you should expect that you might get a little bit of a rash. I'd recommend using your right arm for a while.

Grant asked: Why does your template not remember my e-mail address from my home PC using Firefox when everyone else's is fine? 2nd question – why don't you get rid of that sodding twitter Follow me thingy that makes me scroll up and down so I can read the text it covers?

Maybe my template isn't saving cookies properly – I plan on doing a new template at some point in the near future. And what resolution do you have your damn computer set at to have that Twitter plugin affecting the screen real estate? I think you should get a bigger monitor.

Sheila asked: What would the world do without kind, compassionate, caring people like you?

Um, hello? I crotchpunch nuns and hate babies. You must have me confused with another Avitable.

Finn asked: What would you say is the most interesting thing about you?

I really don't know. I have good stories?

BE Earl asked: There is one picture on your sidebar that you could explain for me. It looks like something or other is on your chest and you may or may not have any arms. What is going on with that pic? It eludes me.

That's this picture. It's my Halloween costume from three years ago, when I was Steve Irwin with a stingray attached to my chest.

Howard asked: We all know the Mayan calendar is a circle so it's just going to start over not be the end of time, so what will be the downfall of planet Earth?

Ninjas.

Psychobabble asked: If you were turned into a lesbian by a magical unicorn, and the only other lesbians in the world were Rosie O'Donell and Ellen Degeneres, who would you make sweet love to? (Your hand is not an option)

Will the world really end in 2012? If so, will it be aliens, humans or nature that takes us out?

How many licks does it REALLY take to get to the center of a tootsie roll pop?

1. Totally Ellen. She's cute and funny. 2. See my answer above. 3. Ask Ellen.

Sybil asked: Where in the hell is my one black shirt; the v – neck sweater? I've looked and looked, and I cannot find it!

Your husband is wearing it under his clothes, along with one of your bras.

CP asked: When in a sexual relationship with a man, would you be the top or the bottom? And, would a reach around be involved at any point?

Can I be the side? And reacharounds are standard practice on the third date.

Sunny asked: Where's your favorite place to get lunch in town (let's say Altamonte over Maitland), and how do you feel about meeting random non-famous bloggers (outside of Halloween) who only know where you live because of a return address on a picture of a large box posted in a really cool Canadian chick's blog?

I'm a fan of Chili's or TGI Friday's and I am always up for a blogger meetup!

Sandi asked: If you could live anywhere in the world where would you live?

What would you pick for your last meal if you were on death row?

If you had your own tv talk show who would you pick to be your first guest and what would you like to ask them about?

1. Los Angeles. I loved it there.

2. Filet mignon, Oscar style, medium rare, mashed potatoes, chocolate lava cake.

3. I'd pick Weird Al Yankovic. The man is a genius.

Poppy asked: Why'd you change the orientation of your desk in your office?

I needed to make more room and get rid of an extra desk that was already in here. Plus, I needed to park my car in here.

Nadine asked: What do you believe happens after death?

I believe that zombies need to be shot in the head or chopped up into little bits if they're going to stay down.

Faiqa asked: When are you going to finally admit that you feel intellectually and, let's face it, generally inferior to me? I just want to know, so I can prepare myself in advance… humility doesn't come easy and I'm going to need a few days to practice.

But my superiority over you was the last thread keeping me from realizing that suicide is my only way out. Gee, thanks.

Laurie asked: Also, can we get an update on the state of your facial hair growth?

The beard is back!

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Hilly asked: What was your nickname in high school and why?
Also, what is the craziest thing you would do for a Klondike bar (in a world where "Klondike Bar" means "thing you want most in this world, like Michael J. Fox's semen or whatever")?

1. I didn't have a nickname in high school. I was just Adam back then. That was before I became the All Powerful Avitable in college and law school. That's right – have I mentioned that I went to law school?

2. Oh, for Michael J. Fox's semen? I'd sneak out of my second story apartment window and run across the rooftops and run away from an angry dog just so I could get a Diet Coke for my hot female neighbor. Wait, what?

Thanks to everyone who asked questions!

The funniest book I’ve read all year

November 16th, 2009 Avitable Comments off

Mercury Falls, by Rob Kroese

Mercury Falls, by Rob Kroese

Mercury Falls is the first book by blogger, cat fancier, and penis mightier Robert "Diddletits" Kroese. I originally bought this book directly from Amazon out of pity. Here was this blogger with a sometimes marginally amusing, sometimes hilarious, and always anal retentive and didactic blog who had managed to string together 300-rough pages of words and self-publish it, and he was pushing it and offering blowjobs, teen Thai hookers, and giant-sized chocolate bars for anyone who would even consider purchasing it (full FTC disclosure – I paid full price for the book but received a thirty-second blowjob and some chocolate).

I wasn't quite sure what to expect when I started reading. There was a chance that it would have a flawed narrative, poorly realized protagonist, and cardboard characters who follow every cliche in el libro. I gritted my teeth, dropped my pants, sat on the the throne, and started reading.

Mercury Falls is the funniest fucking book I've read all year. Imagine a world in which Douglas Adams and Chuck Palahniuk met in a bar in Los Angeles, where they drank gin-filled fizzy lifting drinks culminating in a passionate night of unprotected assfucking. This tumultuous evening resulted in the birth of a baby girl, beautiful in spite of her harelip. Eighteen years later, this girl drinks Carl Hiaasen under the table in the very same bar, and takes him home where she sticks a cattle prod in his ass and fucks him crazy. The baby that comes from this unholy hilarious union is Rob Kroese, and his destiny is to write this book.

I found this book to be clever and funny without feeling forced. It flowed nicely, had well-rounded characters that avoided triteness, and told a fun, intelligent story. It's difficult to write smart humor without sounding either pretentious or hackneyed, and Kroese manages to pull it off almost flawlessly. While there were only a few parts that made me laugh vocally, I found myself chuckling and smiling as I enjoyed his turns of a phrase and intelligent prose.

I give this book my full and complete recommendation. Go over to MercuryFalls.net and purchase a copy today. Support a new author, get away from the Internet for 300 plus pages, and enjoy a finely written, clever tome. That's right – I said tome. That means I'm fancy and know what I'm talking about!

And now, for your reading pleasure, an interview with the author himself:

AVITABLE: Which of these three angel-themed movies influenced you the most? Angels in the Outfield, Almost an Angel, Charlie's Angels.

KROESE: I think all three of those films have had such an influence on so many writers, it's difficult to say which one was the most important. I mean, just the other day I was hanging out with Chuck Palahniuk and Cormac McCarthy at Jack in the Box, and Corm couldn't stop talking about the irony of "the guy from Down Under working for the Man Upstairs" in Almost an Angel. Finally Chuck just beat the crap out of him. I mean, you don't disrespect Cameron Diaz in front of Chuck Palahniuk. And I was like, guys, if you're talking angel movies, nobody can touch Christopher Lloyd in Angels in the Outfield. We finally had to settle the matter by eating some peyote brownies and playing Russian roulette. Funny story, actually, because it turns out we were playing Russian roulette with a halibut. Anyhoo, Cormac McCarthy is dead.

AVITABLE: Who would win in a fight between an angel and a werewolf? A werewolf and a vampire? The Thing or The Hulk?

KROESE: We all win, Adam. Except for with the Hulk one, because everybody knows that The Thing is yellow.

AVITABLE: Do you find that it's easier to write before or after a big meal? A nap? Killing a hooker?

KROESE: The writing process, for me, goes like this: hooker, nap, write, big meal, nap, hooker, hooker, nap. Mercury Falls took me 3 years to write, mostly because I forgot to do the writing part for the first 2 1/2.

AVITABLE: Have you ever had panties thrown at you during a book signing? Do you want me to throw mine?

KROESE: My mother actually showed up at the last one and threw some underwear at me. It was my dad's. I'm still trying to sort that one out.

AVITABLE: If you had one piece of advice for a struggling author, what would it be, in Pig Latin?

KROESE: On'tday ebay ootay oudpray otay oday ateverwhay ouyay eednay otay oday otay ellsay ooksbay, evenway ifway itway eansmay answeringway asinineway estionsquay.

AVITABLE: Which one of your characters would be the most likely to maintain a blog and what type of blog would it be?

KROESE: Well, setting aside the narrator, Ederatz, I'd have to say Perp the cherub. Perp loves giving unsolicited advice to strangers, which is totally what the Internet is all about.

AVITABLE: Have you ever been in a Turkish prison?

KROESE: Yes, but only as a tourist. I love the part of the tour where they hang you upside down by your jigglies.

AVITABLE: Do you know where I put my wallet?

KROESE: No, and I'd rather you didn't tell me.

AVITABLE: Is it sacrilegious for an angel to eat deviled eggs or devil's food cake?

KROESE: Hey, if Catholics can eat Jesus every week, I think we can give the angels a break on this one.

AVITABLE: If your book was turned into a film, who could you see playing each role?

KROESE: Somebody recently suggested Alan Tudyk, who played Wash on Firefly, for Mercury. The only problem is that I think Alan Tudyk is contractually obligated to die in all of his roles, and Mercury is an angel, so that's going to be a problem. He does get blown up at one point though, so maybe that counts. As for Christine, the female protagonist, I'd like to see Zoe Deschanel or Rachel McAdams, because they're both cute as buttons. Barring those choices, I was thinking it would be good to get the whole cast of Glee involved, if only so we can get production on that show shut down for a few months. )

And there you have it. Regardless of his obvious poor choice in maligning Glee, one of the best shows on TV today, I still recommend buying his book immediately, albeit slightly more reluctantly now.