Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Fatty Writes Santa a Letter

Dear Santa,

How are you? I hope that these last couple days before Christmas aren't stressing you out too bad! LOLZ. I can only imagine what you have to deal with - all those elves wanting this and that, reindeer with hoof-and-mouth disease, and not to mention the cold up there! Has it been as cold in the North Pole as it has been here? Mommy and Daddy have been telling me that Global Warming is a myth and that "the liberals will find any way to twist this environmental shit to make it go their way. Commies." I don't really know that any of that means, but I've never heard the story of Global Warming, so I'm pretty unfamiliar with the myth. Does it have a happy ending?
 
I guess I'll just get to the point of this letter. I know it's last minute, but that's just sorta how I am with these things! ROFL! Mommy and Daddy have been talking a lot about the eekonomy (sp?) and how it's having these really bad results in terms of our lifestyle. They're saying that we might only have one turkey between the three of us this year! That seems like a real bummer. I don't remember the last time we didn't have our own turkey each. They were also saying that we might have to sell our recliners that surround our dinner table, just so we can have enough money to get all the ingredients we need for figgie pudding, fruit cakes, gingerbread cookies, pumpkin pie, sweet potatoes, apple cider (we make it extra sweet!), stuffing (triple portion), and of course jumbo-sized candy canes! This doesn't really seem like the proper holiday attitude to have in this house! We are a small family, but we have large hearts and need sustenance, especially on Christmas. I just don't think it's right that Daddy should have to give up his recliner and turkey just because the eekonomie (sp? I just don't know!) is "bottoming out," he says.

Please, Santa. Save Christmas for us. We don't want to have to get rid of the recliners, because Mommy says that our wooden chairs are for guests who are less "girthy" than we are. This year, please, we don't want presents. Forget about the stocking stuffers (except for the Skittles, Starburst, Reese's Peanut Butter cups, See's Candy Boxes, York Peppermint Patties, Jolly Ranchers, 3 Musketeer Bars, Milky Way bars (both milk and dark chocolate), Gummy Bears, Sour Patch Kids, etc.), please just bring us our holiday meals. They are our just desserts (get it?!). Please bring Mommy and Daddy two more turkeys. Please bring me another bowl of cranberry jelly. Please bring us those Christmas hams, too! It's not fair that just because other people can't manage their money and the eckohnemi (SP?!) tanks that we have to feel the "pangs of financial desperation," that's what Daddy says.
 
So, please help us, Santa. Please. We're in need. And that's what you do right? Help the needy. Feed the hungry. Heal the sick. Make the blind to see and the lame to walk. I know you've got it in there somewhere to help us in our hour of need. LOL! Why would I doubt you?!

Merry Christmas,
Fatty McFarly

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Walla World



This is Christopher Walla, producer and guitarist for the now-famous Indie-Allstar outfit Death Cab for Cutie.

This photo was taken shortly after Ben Gibbard "jokingly" smacked Chris in the head for suggesting that maybe Ben could go shopping for new sneakers later and lay down a rhythm guitar part now.


"OK, Ben, just try to keep it to two hours this time... Or three.... three is fine."

Later that night, Chris calls a meeting with other D-Cab members Nick and Jason to discuss the band's future.

Chris: You know, we don't need Ben. He's not the only writer in this band. You guys have been to my myspace. This band goes on, with or without Mr. Benjamin Gibbard! Jason-- you were just telling me yesterday how you wanted to take more chances. And Nick, I love the demos you sent to my gmail. Really fresh sound. Now who's with me??

Nick: We're a fucking joke without Ben.

Jason: Yeah, I think you're tired Chris.

Chris: Just like that, Jay?

Jason: I'm sorry Chris, I understand you have to work with him the most one on one and that can be hard but--

Chris: (interrupting) No yeah shutup shutup shutup. [collects himself] Ok. I didn't want to have to do this, but I will. Jason, Ben fucked your sister.

Jason: What?

Chris: [pointing] Yeah, he did it right there on the soundboard.

Jason: Cathy?

Chris: Ben was blind drunk, he started playing her "I will follow you" and then stopped midway through and just started plowing her, right here, while I was mixing. Like I wasn't even here. Thank God I had just saved the levels.

Jason: [barely comprehending] She's...a...diabetic. I mean, what if she--

Chris: So, re-vote?

Nick: Wait. So you watched them?

Chris: No. Of course I didn't "just" watch them.

Nick: Wait, what?

Jason: Yeah. What?

Chris: What?

Nick: What do you mean "just" watch them?

Chris: I didn't say "just."

Nick: No, yeah. You definitely did.

Chris: No, you said, "You just watched them?" And I said I didn't.

Nick: I never said, "just."

Jason: He never said "just."

Nick: You added "just." I didn't say "just."

Chris: Whatever. I know what you said and I know what I said. Enough.

Nick: You said -

Chris: Look. This isn't the conversation I called you here to have.

Jason: Chris, why are you getting so defensive?

Chris: [responding to Jason's accusation] I'm not gay for Ben.

(silence, everyone, including Chris, baffled)

Nick: Did you just...

Chris: the Myspace page...

Jason: ...on the soundboard?

Nick: I think you just came out.

Jason: Cathy and Ben...

Chris: No, dude.

Jason: ...so fucked up.

Nick: Are you gay for Ben, Chris?

Chris: Nah...nah...no. Ahem. No.