Nothing to see here. Move along, move along.

Sometimes, you just have to accept these things as the truth.

I don’t get no respect.

His name is Rolland Dangerfield. Send him some comedy love.

www.facebook.com/rollanddangerfield

Looks like Falcon Heene has struck again.

Huge Meteorite Crater Deemed a Hoax

Some Latvian phone company dug a hole in the ground and pretended it was a meteor strike for the publicity. Rumor is, during a Q and A with the press, one of the phone workers started barfing everywhere. It was awful. Something about too much pressure, it being for a show, blah blah blah.

NBC inspired poetry.

Good job NBC. You killed another locally shot scripted series. But not after relegating it to Friday nights when no one watches tv anyway. I’ve taken the liberty to write an homage to Southland, one of the only decent dramas NBC had:

Oh my gosh, Southland.
Way too gritty for primetime.
Dateline is cheaper.

Jeff Zucker is so smart.
The one thing viewer’s want more
of is Jay Leno.

Southland would have stayed
if it were reality.
Broadcast tv, RIP.

Trauma has choppers!
Southland had lots of silence.
We like fire more.

Biggest Loser, Do
You Think You Can Dance, Surviv-
or, Whats on F/X?

NBC can not
get it right. They should bring back
Seinfeld and good shows.

I’m too lazy to
find another format, so
Haikus will do, bitch.

Antonio Villaraigosa is following me.

I think someone is stalking me. It’s… it’s terrible. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat. I just stay awake for hours, too frightened to leave the valley, let alone my apartment.  I’ve gone to the police. Nothing. I’ve called my lawyer. Nothing. Nothing can be done to stop this maniac from harassing me. To make matters worse, this nut-job has actually made contact, VIRTUAL contact with me that I cannot ignore. Alright, I’m just going to come out and say it. Deep breath, Josh, deep breath…

Mayor Antonio Villaraigosa is following me…. ON TWITTER.

This has gone too far. First, it was Facebook. You know, just some light flirtation. A “come to the general discussion of DMV furloughs” here, a “town hall meeting regarding the future site of the Subway to the Sea” there; I thought it was harmless. But this man is unrelenting. He wants nothing more than to hit me where it hurts… 140 characters at a time.

My anxiety hasn’t been this bad since that thing last year with Michael Ian Black.

Sometimes, you just have to accept these things as the truth.

His name is Rolland Dangerfield. Send him some comedy love.

www.facebook.com/rollanddangerfield

Huge Meteorite Crater Deemed a Hoax

Some Latvian phone company dug a hole in the ground and pretended it was a meteor strike for the publicity. Rumor is, during a Q and A with the press, one of the phone workers started barfing everywhere. It was awful. Something about too much pressure, it being for a show, blah blah blah.

Good job NBC. You killed another locally shot scripted series. But not after relegating it to Friday nights when no one watches tv anyway. I’ve taken the liberty to write an homage to Southland, one of the only decent dramas NBC had:

Oh my gosh, Southland.
Way too gritty for primetime.
Dateline is cheaper.

Jeff Zucker is so smart.
The one thing viewer’s want more
of is Jay Leno.

Southland would have stayed
if it were reality.
Broadcast tv, RIP.

Trauma has choppers!
Southland had lots of silence.
We like fire more.

Biggest Loser, Do
You Think You Can Dance, Surviv-
or, Whats on F/X?

NBC can not
get it right. They should bring back
Seinfeld and good shows.

I’m too lazy to
find another format, so
Haikus will do, bitch.

I think someone is stalking me. It’s… it’s terrible. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat. I just stay awake for hours, too frightened to leave the valley, let alone my apartment.  I’ve gone to the police. Nothing. I’ve called my lawyer. Nothing. Nothing can be done to stop this maniac from harassing me. To make matters worse, this nut-job has actually made contact, VIRTUAL contact with me that I cannot ignore. Alright, I’m just going to come out and say it. Deep breath, Josh, deep breath…

Mayor Antonio Villaraigosa is following me…. ON TWITTER.

This has gone too far. First, it was Facebook. You know, just some light flirtation. A “come to the general discussion of DMV furloughs” here, a “town hall meeting regarding the future site of the Subway to the Sea” there; I thought it was harmless. But this man is unrelenting. He wants nothing more than to hit me where it hurts… 140 characters at a time.

My anxiety hasn’t been this bad since that thing last year with Michael Ian Black.