Saturday, June 25, 2011

If a phone rings...

Him: Mr. Marchisotto, where would you be if you died today?

Me: Um…acting as fertilizer for the tomatoes? I guess it depends on how I left things with the wife.

Him: O…K…

Me: Are you talking about arrangements for my body or is this about Jesus?

Him: Arent they really the same thing”? (I swear I can almost hear him winking.)

Me: No…no they’re not.

Him: Well, let me be clear.

Me: That would be nice

Him: I represent Reverend Avrom Clement Wopat and his Brilliant Light Church of Believers. We’re located in Gumline, Arkansas and we are about 97% sure the world is going to end next Wednesday. So we’re collecting the life savings from anyone who is crazy enough to stay on the phone with me for more than 5 minutes.

Me: It’s been a boring Sunday, you caught me off guard.

Him: Be that as it may. We are talking about your soul and how you can save it… guaranteed!

Me: Well I may hate myself for saying this…but how?

Him: I’m glad you asked.

Me: I’m not

Him: We have a 3-tier program for the faithful. On Tier 1, you donate $50 dollars and the Good Reverend will pray over your donation to ensure that you will be lifted up into God’s eternal kingdom come next Wednesday.

On Tier 2, you give us your life savings and in return you get a certificate stating that Jesus himself put you on the guest list in Heaven. You also get to skip the line if you say the secret phrase “Judas always throws the best dinner parties”.

On Tier 3 you give us everything you own and you get the free prayer, a $10 gift card for Starbucks and if the Rapture doesn’t come for some reason, we call you back to let you know when its been rescheduled for.

Me: Can I be honest with you?

Him: It's what Jesus would want.

Me: Your bizarre and confusing thesis intrigues me and I would like to subscribe to your insanity but all my money is tied up in frivolous crap like food and shelter. But while I have you on the line, can I borrow $20 bucks? Im sure the reverend knows Im good for it.

Him: *Click*.



Friday, June 24, 2011

Gee, I'd like to lend a hand but...

I'm at my desk speaking to a male co-worker.

One of the studio leaders comes in, he is in a suit.


GS: "Morning, Ladies".


Me: “…ladies?”


GS: Goes to his desk and gets an umbrella. Stops by my desk...

GS: "Im going to a funeral".


Me: "Sorry to hear that".


GS: "Yeah…we weren’t very close".


Me: “Oh”.


GS: "You dont have a shovel, do you”?


Me: “um…”




I thought baths were relaxing...

It's Thursday night...

I have just given Ava her bath and I’m getting her into PJ’s for bed. I finish drying her off and she leans forward and jams her hand down the front of my t-shirt:

Ava: “I think there’s some boobies in here”!

Me: “Stop that! There’s no boobies in there”.

Ava: “I think soooooooo…where are the nipples”?!

Me: What!...Stop it! Stay out of my shirt”.

Ava: “Where are the boobies”?!

Me: “I’m a dude, I don’t have boobies”!

Ava: (Very seriously) “But you have nipples, right Daddy”?

Me: sigh… “Yes… I have nipples”.

Ava: “SHOW ME THE NIPPLES”!

Me: “Never”!

And that concludes Masterpiece Theater’s showing of “Two Boobs, No Bra”.
I, of course, am your host Alistair Cooke.



Saturday, June 18, 2011

C'mon...it's only once a year!

So the wife asked me what I would like for Father's Day. Let’s see…


7:00 am I should be awaked by the sound of a golden lute being played by you (you should be topless of course). Ava should be downstairs washing dishes and sweeping.


7:30 – Breakfast in bed, crepes, strawberries and fresh cream. You should move my jaw so I don't have to expend energy chewing.


8:00 – You should draw me a warm bubble bath and then wash me from head to toe, working especially on the feet to promote the Jesus Christ metaphor. Ava should be cleaning the pool of leaves.


8:30 – 9:30 – I will play Androids from Dimension X vs.The Space Zombies, a 3-act play populated entirely by my Legos.


10:00 – You drive me to the movies so I can see Green Lantern. I want a bag of Twizzlers, small popcorn, medium Dr. Pepper. You will stand in the back of the theater, if anyone dares to talk., you will sneak up behind them and strike then with a sock full of nickels. (You must supply your own nickels and sock).


1:00 pm – Lunch – Your choice of meal but it had better be perfect and if anything has mushrooms in it, I’m sending it back….frisbee-style.


2:00 – Nap. Ava should re-shingle the roof…quietly


3:00 – I must be awakened by you gently tugging on my yam bag. Please be gentle. Ava should be doing the recycling and if there’s time, re-paving the driveway.


4:00 – Nap.


5:30 – I should be awakened by the scent of chicken fried steak, biscuits and sawmill gravy wafting over me. Ava should set the table and do all the dishes.


6:00 – Dinner


7:00 – Evening Entertainment - you and Ava will act out The Empire Strikes Back, playing each and every part, reciting each line. I will play the part of Han Solo's TaunTaun. Please leave at least 3 hours for this including costume changes.


10:00 – Ava to bed. She’s earned it.


11:00 – Time to participate in Adult Evening Entertainment. Now it’s Dave’s time to shine.


12:00 – Good night.




And now it's just three payments of $9.95...

Amazon.com product review. For the Hirschmann Opus Titrator, 0.1 to 200 mL...

Title: Totally Redonkulous!

Review: Yo, check it! This titratin' device is the off the hook, fo shizzle! Now peep dis: It's Saturday night and you and yo lady just finished some takeout from Dragon MooShoo...that shit is the bomb, yo! The tunes is pumpin, you and your woman snuggle up and before you get a chance to get out your love hammer, she jumps up and says: "I gotta get back to the lab. I didnt finish my tittyrating"! or however you spell that shit.

Now yu can say, "slow your roll, lady, I got dis".

Then you bring her over to your table and show her the Hershbomn Opiss Titrator. You say lookeee here, this shit does up to 200 MILLILETERS! can you believe that?! I aint no punk, aint no damn way Im buying one o those crappy ones by Coulometric, their shit is wack"!

That's it... all you gotta do is lay back, watch the panties drop and wait for the magic to begin.

I'm out! Peace!




It's best not to think about it...



Me: Check out this picture...do you suppose they're still doing it? And if so… in what position?

Renee: GODDAMN!!! I just fast-forwarded 40 years from now. Thanks a lot.

Me: Cant you just picture him, waving his floppy floob around and saying “oh yeah, who’s your daddy”? And the woman thinking…”My daddy? He’s been dead for 135 years”.




Friday, June 17, 2011

No one should live like this...

An interview with Moonbeam YakSquat Waterfall: Freegan and modern hippie.

(not his real name but this is a real conversation with him verbatim.)


1. Are you married and do you have children? Would/does that change your lifestyle?


I am not married (not even dating currently) and I don’t have children. I would probably not get romantically involved with someone who did not share my concerns and convictions. That doesn’t mean that she (my future wife) would have to be freegan and/or eat the food I bring home (consciousness goes a long way)… but I doubt I’d let my partner’s scruples hinder my freegan activities either way. As far as children are concerned, I would not make lifestyle choices for my children that my wife was not in agreement with. So it would depend on her feelings regarding freeganism/vegetarianism/consumerism/etc.


Translation: I have been unable to find a woman who will put up with my lack of ambition and my inability to support myself thru legal means. There are not a lot of women out there who want to abandon being useful members of society and live with me and my many roommates in a filthy, city-subsidized Harlem apartment filled with the sad, dirty detritus one finds laying on every corner of the city. Also, women generally don’t want to recycle their own poop. And women generally want me to bathe at least a few times a week and I think that’s a waste of water. Also you get used to your own stink after a few weeks. If I had children, I would ruin their lives from the start by making them drink the soy milk I steal from Starbucks, consume the half eaten vegetables I get out of the trash behind Chipotle and wear clothes that I get from the bus station Lost and Found. They would be unable to attend school because they would have to perform with me in the Port Authority for 5 hours a day playing songs about Peace, Love and Understanding…three things that my pockets are full of cause there sure as shit aint no money in there. Also I don’t know the difference between the words consciousness and conscientious.


2. How do you handle medical and dental issues, especially here in NYC?


There are free clinics at NYU (downtown) and Columbia University (uptown). Perhaps there are more in other buroughs/parts of the city. I haven’t been to any of them yet, though I’ve been meaning to set up an appointment for the past couple months. I’m a young man with great health, as far as I can tell… hopefully that will be confirmed soon!


Translation: Despite the fact that I am constantly writing on my blog about how fatigued I am, I don’t believe it has anything to do with a diet that is maintained by eating trash and avoiding honest work. I don’t know where the money comes from for free clinics but I like telling people I live “off the grid” and am not a drain on society. I think that other people should pay for my medical care. I don’t see why I cant take advantage of hard working people who pay taxes, are productive members of society and don’t eat garbage.


3. How did you get used to traveling with no money? Doesn’t it scare the crap out of you?


Traveling with no money was quite easy to get used to… I didn’t have any other options! I first decided to hitch hike last summer when I realized that I needed to get to Miami (from nyc) but didn’t have any money. The only other way to travel that far with no money and relatively little time is to rideshare (unreliable) or to hop freight. I’ve never hopped freight before and I don’t know anyone who has. So hitch hiking was my only option, especially as I wanted to stop in a few cities along to way for shows. Hitch hiking is not as viable or reliable it used to be, as it should be.


Translation: Hitching a ride with potential murderers who may subject me to sexual assault is always interesting, and free! Hitch hiking is guaranteed in the Constitution, it comes after the right to substitute good hygiene for turning your shirt inside out and splashing some patchouli oil on to cover the stank. I like taking my chances with potential lunatics that will chop off my hands and feet and leave me to bleed to death near some county road in Kentucky.


4. Do you support programs like CityHarvest where food that is being thrown out is collected and distributed by groups, does that interfere with the people like yourself who collect foods on their own?


CityHarvest is great, but they don’t have enough resources to handle the amount of waste in NYC. There is more than enough for them, homeless people, and non-homeless people like myself who are simply concerned about the massive amount of waste in our society.


Translation: CityHarvest collects the pre-packaged and edible food from the restaurants in the city that have not been in a filthy steaming dumpster all day but there is still so much half eaten garbage out there, I cant control myself. Im salivating all over my dirty patchouli-stained dashiki…mmmm I just found some three week old tuna salad in my rats nest of a beard. Yum.