Saturday, May 10, 2008

RICKY GERVAIS SHAMES ME INTO UPDATING MY BLOG

NOT ONLY MY BLOG, but his.

WHAT MAD POWER does he wield over us all?

That is all.

8 comments:

V said...

THIS MAN IS EVIL.

Simon Terry said...

the power of nerf

Tom Burchfield said...

He inspired me to quit office work and go into business for myself.

If that isn't evil, I don't know the meaning of the term.

McShowoff said...

I bet Gervais wishes he could have that "facial eye glasses" witticism back after you literarily spiked it back into his face like a cerebral Nerf volleyball. Or something like that...

Lhyzz said...

At least he didn't edit it out like last time to make you look like some kind of crazy fool.

Notice how he did not answer the question you posed at the end? The answer is obviously flight anyway.

starfishncoffee said...

Hey there! That's awesome of you to come by...things are going quite well...life, impending middle age, all that. It's great to be in touch!

Gervais has AWESOME power.
But he really should update his own damn blog. He should have plenty of time now that he's given up hounding Pilkington. Supposedly.

Take care, R

Elizabeth said...

This has nothing to do with the wonderful Mr. Gervais, whom, I'm sure, we would all happily enslave ourselves to......

Here's a wonderful piece of New Orleans street art I found on flickr. It's a stencil of Abrarak Lincobama. Thought you'd get a kick out of it.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/nolarisingproject/2477027324/

Curmudgeonette said...

Hodg-man. Sorry -- this has nothing to do with Gervais. Last week something very strange happened. This was the latest in a series of events related to you that gave me a feeling that someone in another dimension was trying to contact me, in a Kaufmanesque manner (Charlie not Andy), using both you and the Apple-Computer-ad people to get inside my head. Let me back up. I was born in Massachusetts in 1971 and grew up in a town not so far from Brookline. I would mention the name of the town I grew up in but I am afraid that by spelling it out, I would allow future people doing research about me to find this post and that would interfere with my professional reputation. That’s the reason I can’t tell you my name. My grandparents, father, aunts uncles and cousins were born and, if they are alive, still live in either Brookline or Newton. I went to your undergraduate college, beginning with the class of 1993 and finishing with the class of 1994. Literature Major. The residential college was ES. I have many fond memories of you that I would flash back to over the years before you became a public figure. I remember when you bought a television and brought it home to the house you shared with roommates including my friend Anna H. We talked about that – “John bought a television.” There you were, watching it all by yourself. It was like you had brought a prostitute home.
When I first read your book AOME I thought…“Ouch, me-in-college is being parodied here…me-in-college, the burgeoning scholar, circa 1989 1990-- but as seen through a fun-house mirror. Ouch. Was I that pompous? This is eroding my happy memories of John Hodgman.” I don’t mean to say you were intentionally parodying me -- by the time you knew me I was mellower, and, especially when I would come by your house to a social gathering, often had partaken of a little something to take the edge off. But, I wonder if the other-dimension fellow I mention above was using your writing to make me feel bad about my past.
When I first saw your PC character I thought… “Ouch, my life now is being parodied here…I suppose John Hodgman’s age, my age, is the perfect age for making fun of middle-aged corporate fuddy-duddies…I suppose they knew that by using him they would make me feel bad because I would flash back to 1994 and realize I am now middle-aged, and because I am now corporate and irritable and always wear blazers.” And then, repeated over and over, this powerful force entering my television controlled by the same malevolent spirit, attempting to further erode my fond memories of you and replace them with mid-life bad feelings.
Last week,to top this all off, the Apple-Computer-ad people called my husband at our home in Texas to ask him to audition for an Apple Computer ad. They said they were looking for a steel guitar player who could play “So Lonesome I Could Cry” on the lap steel. My dear husband Scott(www.cornellhurdband.com) is a professional steel guitar player. When I first heard that the Apple-Computer-ad people had called my husband, I said to him, “What are those people up to now? Why would they want you, you’re 52 and have a big beer belly!” For some reason I was thinking of those Ipod ads, where they have young people jamming in silhouette with white wires (although I have to admit his belly in silhouette would be impressive). Anyway, he wasn’t happy about how much it would pay and he didn’t want to audition so he called the Apple-Computer-ad people back and told them it was too much of a hassle (my husband can be a stinker, bless his heart). He said "Why would you want me, I’m 52 and have a big beer belly?" and they said, “Actually, that’s why we called you.” But it was no use, he still declined to audition.
I wonder, if he had auditioned, would he have ended up in an ad with you? Would you and my husband have worked in tandem to represent loserdom? Is someone trying to tell me something? This is really breaking down the Fourth Wall in a way that is unnerving. I like the television world to stay in the television mostly and not intersect too much with the real world.
However, IF that is indeed a John Hodgman ad that they are casting, and if they still haven’t found a steel guitar player, please tell them my husband is still interested. I will persuade him. I would consider it a tribute to the good times we had back in the day. I can assure you -- you will not find a better steel guitar player or a more character-actor-looking one! Malevolent spirit be damned!