:: mike errico diary ::

:: Friday, February 9, 2007 ::

My Music: Lisa Lampanelli



The Queen of Insult Comedy rifles through her record collection and calls us fags.
Now we're smitten.



By Mike Errico

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FROM BLENDER.COM
:: mike 9:08 AM [+] ::

A good time, in 2 parts:


Part One: CLICK HERE

Watch it for a minute.

Part Two: CLICK HERE



yay.
:: mike 2:30 PM [+] ::

Just more insanity from a fan of "Happy": CLICK HERE

You just never know what's going to stick to the wall in this world. I'll tell you.
:: mike 6:22 AM [+] ::

Sometimes, even Static X can't keep you awake. But I'm trying it. It's the sound of angry insects.

This post will have to be bullet-pointed:

- Bob Seger is a genius. Total genius. I've been weeping to the guitar line in "Main Street" my whole life. The sweeping epic of "Night Moves," his McCartney gem "We've Got Tonight," and the harrowing tale of life off the rails in "Hollywood Nights" - I mean, it's too much to handle. Sure, he's older, frail, unable to lift his body off the ground when cueing the band... but the songs are tanks, indestructible, bulletproof arena rockers. Everyone knew every word. Why he's not spoken of in the same breath as Bruce Springsteen is beyond me. They are easily on par, in my mind. Next up: another date with Willie Nelson, at Radio City. I hope you are doing what you can to see the older artists. They are geniuses. Let your friends laugh at you all they want. I'm telling you.

- I wrote the Blender.com Valentine's Day Gift Guide. I've been sent robots, vibrating toothbrushes, infused tequilas. With a little creativity, I can make a pretty good time out of those ingredients.



Blender.com Valentine's Day Gift Guide


If you don't know what they listen to, you shouldn't be swapping spit with them. If you do, give them these awesome gifts!

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FROM BLENDER.COM

- I've been doing a lot of radio interviews for various pieces, and to provide kooky opinions and sound bites. While on the air on Sirius last week, there was a thumping on the studio door, and Jackie "The Jokeman" Martling burst in, fresh from Howard, I guess. He was wearing a tight gray belly shirt with his belly literally stretching it beyond the capability of the fabric. His belly button looked like a distended inny which was now, against its will, popped into an outie. He walked up to me, smiled, punched me in the shoulder, grabbed my mic and began a series of "How fat was she?" jokes.

"Ask me how fat she was," he cackled.
"Uh...how fat was she?"
"She was so fat, when she goes to the movies, she gets two seats, and doesn't even notice the armrest in between!"

... like that. For about five minutes. Then he punched me again, and split.

- More pithy opinions, from AM New York yesterday:

http://www.amny.com/entertainment/am-dating0205,0,7990777.story?coll=am-homepromo-briefs
Dating Life

Going for the best Valentine's Day EVER

Special to amNewYork

February 5, 2007

No holiday so polarizes the American public quite like Valentine's Day. Arousing both derision and delight (sometimes simultaneously), we can't quite figure out whether we love or hate it. Is it a sweet chance to celebrate romance or yet another occasion designed to pressure anxious men, bolstering Hallmark's bottom line?

"It's pointless," says Sean, 25, "because there's an inherent need to be the best at gift giving. Either you're trying to beat what the last dude gave her, or you're trying to top yourself from last year."

Not to mention, he adds, "it's always an uphill battle. You can't give her a diamond ring one year and a teddy bear from Duane Reade the next. You have to top the diamond ring!"

Hmm. Beating, topping, being better at -- why is it men always make everything into a competition? Or maybe that¹s the right way to look at it. In the wake of the Super Bowl, perhaps men would enjoy Valentine's Day more if they made it into a competitive sport.

To that end, men, listen up: think of this year as the First Annual Best Valentine's Day EVER Contest.

Need some suggestions? I asked a few hundred readers about their 'best ever' Valentine's Day gifts, and here's what they said:

"The best gift ever? Being driven to an airport and you don't know where you're going, packing the bare essentials with just one hint of where you¹re headed," says Mike Errico, editor in chief of Blender.com. I second Mike on this one ­-- and I promise she won't care where she's going, as long as it's warm, sunny, and paid for.

Other Best Gifts Ever? One guy gave his girlfriend a pair of love birds ('obviously with the cage!'). Other men cited slightly more unconventional gifts as their favorites. "Stacks of 85% cocoa chocolate," "ice cream," "a plastic cricket in an applesauce jar," "home baked gingerbread man," "a subscription to Maxim," and "Tweety Bird balloon and a basket of sugar cookies." And yes, I got the inevitable male favorite response: "sex" (and various permutations on it), but to counter that, at least one fellow answered that the best gift he had ever given or received was "love."

Aww. See? It doesn't take that much to make a woman swoon.

...etc.


Actually, that's a lot. Let's leave it at that for now.
:: mike 12:03 PM [+] ::