Hey Ladieeees

Guess who's baaaaaaaack!

Ok, it's me. I'm back. That probably was a pretty easy guess. But hey, it's been a while, I almost forgot how to post things. and I realize that I don't have an excuse for not updating the blog. So I won't give one. There! Problem solved. And now, to dive back in.

One of my favorite new shows is Ugly Americans, and one of my favorite gags is the show's Immigration Support Group. If you haven't seen the show, the basic premise is that New York City has become ground zero (oooh, that's a bad phrase to use) for a wave of supernatural immigration. Vampires run pizza joints, land whales block traffic, and bird men crap on passing cars. Its up to Mark Lily, Department of Integration employee and main character, to make sure that all imigrants, human and inhuman, are properly adjusting to life in the Big Apple. To do this, he has to meet with his charges once a week for an Immigration Support Group. Its a fantastic comic idea, and highlights the show's character creativity. There's a stone tiki man who criticizes Mark's parenting advice ("What are you, like 5 years old?"). There's a middle age Jamacian woman who wants to "make anger at de robots" for stealing all the jobs. There's a morose koala man, who passes the time by nervously chewing eucalyptes and crying. But the best one is the Great Brain, a floating, one eyed, extrememly vulgar...brain. Seriously, when you have a floating brain saying things like "Oh, and how exactly would I knock on the door? With my spongy epidermis?", you know you've got yourself a winning formula.

Huh. That wasn't so hard. Its nice to know I'm not as rusty as I thought. I'm not well-oiled mind you, just...not rusty.

More to come.