Sumo Wrestling in Japan

I can't believe MySpace beat me to it! Here's the video of me getting my dainty-little-self tossed around in Japan. What you don't see is the giant hole that was ripped into my foot from Mr. Sumo's "stomping technique". Ouch. Then I had the privilege of running Ninja Warrior with said injury.

enjoy.

They. Make. TRACTORS!

I don't remember making this. I mean, I do now, having just watched it on YouTube; but I certainly didn't recall doing or saying anything in this video until I went on a net-quest to find out why people were emailing me and saying "They make tractors!"

The "not-remembering" thing is becoming more prevalent though. Forgetting sketches, improvised promos like this one, bits on Stickcam during commerical breaks, sometimes entire shows... I can't help but wonder if it's the side effect of producing too much content on a daily basis. I can only assume it is, as there's no time to really catalogue, store and sift through the mountain of media Attack of the Show churns out on a regular basis; the moment something is in the can, you already need to begin work on the next piece of content.

It's either that, or the Yaz.

One of the two.

(Side Note: In the past few days, I've received a handful of requests for "They make tractors" t-shirts. I'm far too lazy to dust off my Cafe Press account, but if you happen to make one, please let me know! I'd gladly rock it.)

Jill Wagner: Thank You Lord

Some days, work is great. Other days, it's "EFFIN' GREAT!" Yesterday was one of those days, as I had the pleasure of quizzing Jill Wagner from Wipeout, Splinter and those Mercury car commercials. I proposed, and she accepted. Then I woke up and drank more NyQuil, only to get back to my sweet Jill.

Alright, serious goggles on: Jill was very sweet and one of the more fun interviews I've had the privledge of conducting on Attack of the Show in recent history. I love it when guests are open and genuinely excited to chat on uncomfortable metal stools during live television. So if you get the chance, why don't you go see Splinter and support Ms. Wagner? I'm going to.

Synchronized Presidential Debating

My friends. It's all over soon. Tax cut!

Live: Holy Fuck on Channel M

Holy Fuck is one of those bands I've been a fan of for a while, but had zero desire to watch live for one reason of another. Thanks to this Channel M performance, that has changed. Thers's something about seeing electronic music created live that makes me Japanese-school-girl-giddy.

They also get plus ten for using oldschool film strips for samples. Hell, plus fifteen! Why not. (+15)

Today's Observation: Meetings + Me = Fail

The importance of a meeting is directly proportional to the amount of sweat secreted. This, I learned for certain today. I'm normally a rational, functioning member of society. I'd say a good 360 days out of the year, that's the case. Those other five or so days? I've got "important meetings"; which require me to wake up in a haze, forget who I am and how to tie a double windsor knot, to use MapQuest instead of Google Maps, to think a certain freeway travels East when it's really North, to park a mile away, to sprint, perspire, ramble and eventually self-destruct.

In life, I am good at most, great at others and terrible at few things. Meetings? Yeah, that falls into the latter category. Especially when I actually care about them. Ugh.

THIS, however, made me feel a little bit better about today:

Thank you, Tim and Eric. And Rainn Wilson.

Taxidermy Olympics

We thought for sure that the goat's head was going to pop off like a grape; in shows past it has done just that, and completely unprompted. So imagine our surprise when Rodger the High Diving Goat took a nasty spill end ended up breaking his pelvis instead.

Goats do have a pelvis. Right?

Payback is a *pop*!

Olivia is spouting off about me being in on the whole hair trimming incident, which technically I was, as we discussed the bit during a commercial break before everything went down. However, what she's NOT telling everyone is that we agreed she would only trim "a bit" off the top. Said bit was being defined at that moment by my thumb and forefinger, separated half an inch or so. The rest, including today's epic payback, is history:

I've got to give the girl credit; she hung in there, was a great sport, and helped create an amazing moment. Not just for me, or the viewers, but for all the globophobes out there as well. Hooray.