If Batman can stand up for Ricky Gervais then so can I

As many of you know, I am a huge fan of Ricky Gervais. I saw him live for my birthday a few years back, and haven’t stopped talking about it since. Anyone who could come up with the idea for the office and extras is a genius in my book.

There are rumors going around that he has gotten himself banned from the Golden Globes for making some inflammatory comments last night. Honestly, what was the Hollywood Foreign Press Association expecting when they hired him? “Oh he’ll just go on about how lovely everyone is all night, because that’s hilarious right?” He’s a comedian, he gets PAID to make fun of people. And he does it well.

Apparently even the likes of Bruce Willis was offended by some of his comments. Really, Bruce Willis? We’re expected to buy into this image of certain actors or actresses as badasses, but then they go and tattle on Gervais to their agents about what a “meanie” he is.

Don’t get me wrong, his dig at Robert Downey Jr. was definitely taking it too far, but the rest of the jokes he made were pretty much fair game. Hollywood actors and actresses get paid millions of dollars to appear on screen for 2 hours, and literally get treated like gods ( in some cases even better, I doubt the shrines of some of the Greek gods were even as well detailed as some of the shrines fans build to their favorite celebs). Are we really expected to feel sympathetic towards them when one night a year someone makes fun of an aspect of their life that the entire viewing public is well aware of anyway?

Gervais is also supposedly under threat of never being nominated for a Golden Globe. No offense to the Invention of Lying or any other movie he was ever in, but that threat just shows how childish the HFPA is being since he would never be nominated for one anyway. I mean Invention of Lying had that “Pepsi, for when coke isn’t there” line, but assuming they AREN’T that dumb you wouldn’t have seen any Golden Globes in Gervais’ trophy case anyway.


Interestingly, Christian Bale came to his defense. You know you have done something right when you have Batman on your side. But then again, Bale’s idea of humor is punching his mother in the face. Oh, I’ve gone too far now? Guess I’ll have to be banned from the Golden Globes as well.


Until next time,
I’m just your friendly neighborhood bloggerman

Senor Frog's is hopping (the revenge of the old man puns)

This post, should you receive it, comes to you via the Mexican Internet. Apparently not all internets are created equal, contrary to the popular belief of those who think the every answer to life is on google.


Now don’t get me wrong. Mexico is a wonderful place to be in the winter time. The sun is continually shining, the sound of the ocean is calming, and random people are offering to massage my feet. Actually, I don’t like that last part. Why would I want some stranger touching my foot? Or, even worse, why do they want to touch my foot? You could say it was the money sure, but there isn’t enough money in the world.

I could tell you about how I went to see the jungle, or went parasailing, or maybe saw a donkey show. But the truth is, I haven’t done any of those things. Not that I want to see a donkey show, but it’s one of those things us college students are SUPPOSED to do when we come here. Kind of like how we are supposed to drink tequila while singing, “1 tequila, 2 tequila, 3 tequila....FLOOR”. No, the highlight of my trip has been videoing a couple parrots flying over my head, laying on the beach getting some much needed R &R after all the long nights (with the help Dunkin Doughnuts coffe, Dunkin keeps America running. This blog is not sponsored in anyway by Dunkin Doughnuts, pay no attention to the ads) back at school, and finally watching a man get rescued on the beach.

Why was I standing there watching the man get rescued? For starters, I don’t consider myself a good swimmer. As much as I’d like to imagine myself being a super hero, I am not. This is actually the ONE situation where Aquaman would have been helpful. Maybe, just maybe, I didn’t help because everyone else besides the life guards (who were running in bay watch fashion) were just staring and watching. Actually, one guy did try to help, and only ended up being a second person for the life guards to help. Moral of the story: next time you want to help someone in danger, don’t. (Kidding obviously, but do seriously consider if you can really help)

The nights are slightly boring. Why’s that you ask? Well when you’re on vacation with your parents you can’t exactly go clubbing or anything, not that I really would, but it’s nice to pretend right? Because I’m in another country, hulu and sites of that sort won’t let me catch up on any of my favorite tv shows which is a bit frustrating.


It’s probably a sign I should spend less time on the computer, but I have been reading about a book a day and didn’t bring enough books with me to last the entire time. I’d say this bad planning on my part was a circumstance of this one time, but again I don’t want to be a liar. I should probably work on not procrastinating so much...starting tomorrow.

There is a plus side though. All the reading I’ve done lately has made me head swell with the desire to do some writing of my own again. So you all get to suffer through a bunch of post just like this one again! Oh joyous day!

-Until next time,
I’m just your friendly neighborhood bloggerman