Thursday, December 17, 2009

Woodland Journal: Tent Life

Day 15:

Went through the last of the cabin wreckage today. Again, there wasn't much to speak of. Just some bent cans of bread and a few more leftover bottles of the Captain's delicious alchy-brine. Seriously, I've probably pushed two dozen boulders down mountainsides in my life, never once did I ever cause any harm that I know of. Not sure where the Captain went. Found his clothes and peg leg with a pile of meat around it. He probably off with one of his "Lasses" or something. Can someone tell me what "Lasses" are, please?

Anyway, I've been forced to pitch a tent. That is, I threw some old carpet I found over a low hanging branch. Tent life is alright, but I can tell I have some things to learn. Here are some basic rules I've discovered since pitching my tent:

1) If you get the hankering for a fireplace and want to cut a hole in the roof of the tent -- don't. Chances are, even if you get it working, it's going to rain eventually and then you just have smoke and water on your hands. That's not good for anything, unless you're looking for a reason to sing "Smoke On The Water", but even then, the relationship is tenuous at best.

2) If you can, try to use a tent with a closing door. It keeps things out. For some reason, a tent with two open sides is a green light for wolves and such to run right through. It's like some kind of game for them. Not much of a game, I know, but come on, they're wolves.

3) If you're trying to ward off unwanted visitors, don't bother painting a frowny face on the side of your tent. Oddly enough, this just makes people more curious.

4) You can't hang pictures in tents, so don't bother hammering nails in the tent walls.

5) Tents don't need to be properly zoned, so you're pretty safe tenting most places. That said, don't pitch a tent in anyone's house.

6) Sometimes tents are hard to set up, but don't get too frustrated. Tents are inanimate and dont feel it when you hit them.

7) If you read rule #6 and think, "Hey, if tents can't feel pain, why can't we make tent soldiers to fight our wars for us?" just forget that right now. I already came up with that idea and it's mine.

8) Tents are not soundproof and the woods are pretty scary sounding at night. Here's the good news: sounds can't hurt you. Just imagine you're sleeping in your grandparents basement. Imagine those wolf howls as creaks coming from the water heater, imagine owl hoots as drips from a leaky pipe, imagine leaves rustling as your grandfather crying about the onset of Alzheimer's.

9) Tents are not impervious to fire, so if a forest fire does occur, pack up and leave instead of just blowing raspberries from your tent at the approaching flames.

10) If for some reason you lose, burn, or eat your tent in a hunger pang induced madness, there are plenty of other places to find shelter in the woods. There are knotholes in trees, eagles nests, leaf piles, dried out bogs, hollowed logs -- really, just follow an animal back to its home and take it as your own. Keep in mind, your new shelter is just as susceptible to damage as your tent is, so be careful... unless you found a way to live in a boulder. If you did, congratulations. I think you're the top of the food chain now.
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Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Sketchcast: Breakfast


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Sunday, December 13, 2009

Hey!

Hey! Guy with the big hat at the movies! What's your deal? You chose today to wear your big novelty hat? Come on, man. Some of us just want to watch a movie! And hey, stop making the foam hands on the front of your hat "clap" every time Robin Williams says something witty to John Travolta. Okay, maybe do it once or twice, just so we get how the hat works... but after that, knock it off! We get the idea.

Hey! Guy standing in front of the apartment building! What gives? All you do is stand out in front of your apartment building all day long. Is your apartment really that bad? Are you selling drugs or watches or something? Whatever it is, I'm not buying! Are you some kind of community watch guy? I don't see a badge. Spend some time indoors, for Pete's sake, so I can take stuff from your apartment building's laundry room without feeling awkward.

Hey! Tellers at the bank that won't cash my checks! Get off your high horses, already! What - my bum checks aren't good enough for you? You complain they're not issued by any "bank" and aren't made out of "paper". Well, last time I checked your name is Mr. or Mrs. So-and-so: Bank Teller, not Bank and Paper Validation Specialist. Just because I keep my money in an old pipe doesn't mean I'm any different from anyone else.

Hey! Cereal boxes! What's this with all the prizes and toys inside you? Isn't cereal enough? I can't pour a bowl of cereal without a toy or DVD or death threats plopping out. If I want any of those things, I'll go to the stores that sell those things! I can also presume you're responsible for the death threats in my mail and in my bed. Don't your lackeys have anything better to do than stick notes all over the place? Sounds like kind of needless expenditure in this economy. Oh, by the way...

Hey! Economy! Why are you still so bad? It's so hard to find a job. Employers aren't so willing to just brush off my extensive history of workplace negligence/rioting anymore... I have to bribe them! My money pipe's taken a big enough of a hit this year as it is without having to grease some desk jockey whose desk I'm just going to poop on in a couple months. Get a grip!

Hey! Santa! What's your problem? In eight years you haven't given me any gifts! Ever since my parents died in that horrible train wreck it's like you're a ghost. What - were you on the train with them or something? Were you three just sitting there on the train before impact with that lake thinking, "Gee, this will be a great way to keep Lars from getting presents ever!" Gimme a break! I'd think you were blaming me for the accident, if it weren't for the fact that you haven't even taken the trouble to give me coal! I needed answers, so obviously I ask random people on the bus like I do... "Have you noticed Santa is slowing down?" They just look at me like I'm the slow one. Just get your head in the game already.

Geez.
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Friday, December 11, 2009

Woodland Journal: Bear Cave

Day 9:

Another day closes trapped in the bear cave. I can still hear them growling outside - two days of straight growling! Don't they ever get tired of it? I mean, on one level it's impressive. I get hoarse after thirty minutes of growling, but these things? Forget it. They're just a bunch of growl machines. Maybe bears don't growl with their throat, though. Maybe they have some kind of growly gland. That would explain things. I dunno, who cares.

I appologize for rambling... I think I'm going mad from eating grubs and moss. That's all that's in here, other than rocks, of course. And stalagmites/tites. I just call 'em 'mites' and 'tites'. They're the closest things I have to friends in here. I cut my shin open on one yesterday, by the way.

Anyway, I tried to leave the cave again, but there were twelve bears at the mouth of the cave this time! Twice as many as yesterday! That's got to be it, right? All the bears? Aren't they endangered or something? This has got to be some kind of gypsy spell. I knew I shouldn't have peed on that old Romanian woman's heirlooms when I was drunkenly stumbling through her shanty on my way back home from town last week - but I had to go! Sue me!

Honestly, I didn't even know it was possible to get trapped in a cave. Every cave I've ever been through has been a great shortcut! Most have paved roads and lights and traffic.  It's like some kind of cosmic joke.  It's left me with a lot of questions about God... chiefly, whether or not God is actually a bear, rolling around laughing on a bed of salmon. Probably with some humans riding around him on tricycles wearing clown suits or something.

I'm changing my escape strategy tomorrow. Instead of announcing my presence to the bears saying "NIIIIICE BEARS!  GOOOOOOD BEARS!" in my trademark scared German accent, I'm going to sneak out. I almost forgot how often sneaking has worked in movies. I've been fashioning a bear disguise out of moss and grubs... hopefully I'll at least look unappetizing. Still, I better go practice my growl scales just in case. I can tell you this much: if I ever get out of this, I am never taking another cave shortcut again... unless I'm in a big hurry, anyway.
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Thursday, December 10, 2009

Sketchcast: Weather


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Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Another Podcast?

Hello friends. Angry that the whoopsgolly podcast isn't frequent enough? Well, you'll be happy to know that I, Lars, can now be heard on yet ANOTHER podcast! MEGABOOM RADIO:




From the hit producing team that brought you THE ADAM CAROLLA PODCAST and THE GREG FITZSIMMONS EXPERIENCE, MEGABOOM RADIO features a rowdy group of intellectuals rehashing the funniest events of the past week -- making them even funnier than before! It's magic!

Enjoy. Hopefully this will make a dent in the pleas for more Lars/death threats.

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Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Woodland Journal: The Captain's Arrival

Day 6:

Well, it's been a rough first week, but I'm making progress. My canning is getting better (you have to use canning salt, not grass clippings), I found the bathroom (remember that tarp covered hole I kept falling into?  THAT'S the bathroom!  Go figure.) and my fires have never been more non-tire based.  A lot of my progress I owe to the Captain.  Who is the Captain, you say?  That's what I said, too!  Weird.  Let me regale you of our meeting.

So, Day 2, I'm clinging to a badger for warmth.  That badger really didn't want me there and I have the lacerated left nostril, ankle, thumb, shin and other shin to prove it.  I didn't care.  Those things are warm.  And, after I couldn't find tires for the fire, chased a badger in anger and, much to my surprise, caught it, I decided it was the only way I could survive the night... Then, a harpoon came out of nowhere, pinning me up against a mighty oak.  The badger went free (and so did my left nostril, technically) and a man emerged from the shadows... The Captain.

I shook his hook to introduce myself, and once he realized I wasn't a bear, he shot another harpoon to cut me loose.  After he harpooned a trail back to his home, a rusty, landlocked crab trawler, I explained my situation.  I detailed my trials with fire, canning, and reading.  He took pity on me and has since dedicated the last four days to teaching me the ways of the woods.

Legend has it that the Captain and his ship were thrust out into the woods by a 300 foot tall wave, created by Neptune, who was angry that the Captain had become the first to beat him in an undersea poker tournament (fixed limit Omaha Hi-Lo).  But I don't typically give much thought to Legend, after all, he's the Captain's Native American guide, not mine.

I'm not sure who or what brought the Captain here, I'm glad he/she/it did.  Ohp -- the Captain just harpooned the dinner bell.  Time to eat!  Mmm... canned Scrod with... grass clippings.  Oops.  I'll figure it out eventually.
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Sunday, December 6, 2009

Bradley And Fezziwig: The House Slave


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Friday, December 4, 2009

Drew on plane. Apologies to the kid sitting next to me.

From whoopsgolly.com

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Thursday, December 3, 2009

Woodland Journal: Fog

Day 1:

As the morning sun crested the old hill and fog settled on the old lake, I thought I'd take my new puppy, Grandpa, out for a walk... but it was just too darn foggy. You know that kind of fog that rolls in, forming little hands as it chases after you? Y'know, the kind that sounds like distant screams for help? Yeah, that kind of fog. So we went back inside.

Country living has been hard on me. I don't know how to start a fire, I'm awful at canning, and I'm not sure where the bathroom is, yet. Oddly enough, my months of preparing for the trip by playing "Oregon Trail" has left me scratching my head. But I'll discuss the perils of public computer use another time -- in spite of all my problems so far, I've dedicated myself to finishing my book. Then, after I get a sense of how a book goes, I'll start writing one of my own.

Well, the fog is rolling out. There are still a couple screams, but I think it's safe. I'll take Grandpa out for a walk now. Hopefully one of us can find the bathroom before the day is out.
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Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Take That, Air Bud

Lars and Kevin attack the defenseless and muse on comedic vehicles for animals.


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