Comments on: The Sci-Fi Guys wish you a

By: Danm

Danm — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 17:59:14 +0000

wow.

http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/ef4c3a6dc8/dildocorn-pony-my-little-pony-trailer

By: Elfie

Elfie — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 13:54:15 +0000

Try an audio book liderlikker

By: Chris

Chris — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 11:18:02 +0000

I feel like the Devil shit in my mouth. My nose is dripping like Slimer, I got a pain in my throat like an Alien chewing it’s way out, and I’m coughing up more green stuff than Linda Blair. I’m like a one-man special effects unit. Guess what production I will NOT be starring in today? Work.

By: Chris

Chris — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 17:38:51 +0000

But, Elfie... I NEVER LEARNED HOW TO READ!

By: Elfie

Elfie — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 15:15:47 +0000

reading the staying up all night posts… sucks to be you.

Try reading a book to stay awake. That or meditating works for me.

By: Chris

Chris — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 11:17:16 +0000

It's Friday the 13th! Will there be an article about this today? Could it be this year's big Halloween wrap-up? Only The Shadow knows!

By: Chris

Chris — Thu, 12 Nov 2009 14:07:41 +0000

I was out sick yesterday and got nothing accomplished, personally or professionally. I just wrote a big review of the Styx concert I went to Tuesday night, the first Sci-Fi Guys Music Review we've had in a long, long time, and I was really happy with it. Then IE crashed and I realized I had written the whole thing in the comments editor, which does not autosave drafts. So that's gone. Just went to the bathroom and realized that in my sickly morning haze I put on a pair of pants that were meant to go in the garbage, and now I have to walk around the office all day with a four inch rip in my crotch. Well, not my crotch. The crotch of my pants. But still, today is not going smoothly. So instead of interesting new original content in the form of a concert review (Styx was PHENOMENAL and REO Speedwagon sucked except for "Riding The Storm Out") you get this, some blueprints of R2-D2 I found a few days ago.

Click the pic to make it readable. Or not. Whatever, dude, do what you want. I'm not your mom.

By: Chris

Chris — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 11:27:25 +0000

Actually, I’m the one who stopped you. I’m not surprised you don’t remember. You didn’t even notice I was there because you were still drunk. I had to say “Hey, man” three times before you even looked up at me, and even then I think it took a few seconds for your alcohol pickled brain to recognize and/or remember who I was. The next time someone thinks you’re dressed up as The Undertaker post-drinking, don’t be offended. It’s perfectly understandable. You looked like you had just clawed your way out of your grave.

By: QBall

QBall — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 19:17:28 +0000

Wow! I’ll bet that when I stopped you from leaving for some chit-chat as I was on my way in this morning you were plotting a few different ways of strangling me.

By: Chris

Chris — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 11:59:56 +0000

UP ALL NIGHT WITH CHRIS – HOUR 8

I was here alone all night, which makes me the Communicator, which is an extremely important, business critical communications position here at The Company (or so The Company has told me). My backup is here and asked me if I’ve been monitoring the Communicator email account. I’ve never heard of the Communicator email account. Turns out I don’t have access to the Communicator email account, even though I’ve been the Communicator for the last eight hours. But that’s okay because the Communicator emails also come through the Blackberry. Only the Blackberry is locked with a password I wasn’t given until five minutes ago, so there is no fucking way I was ever going to see those emails. I have reached the blinding, white-hot hatred stage of my exhaustion. I have also gotten my second wind, which means I am able to focus on the objects of my rages. I leave this fucking place in five minutes. Pray that you are not in front of me when I drive home.