pinzoner and the blog


bend it like…

think:  ’green street hooligans’ meets ‘you got served’ meets ‘billy elliot the musical’ (followed by light spooning and long talks about feelings).



confessional professional

given casey anthony’s assinine behavior over the past six months, i imagine that the next few weeks in the caylee anthony case will be like the final ten minutes of the fourth of july fireworks display. i think that casey’ll really be pulling out the big guns, in regards to the much awaited confession that america is just itching to hear.

i anticipate a series of unrelated confessions; among other possibilities (perhaps one involving an esoteric message from the back of a cereal box, another involving a subliminal message only heard when lady gaga’s album is played backwards) i can’t wait to hear the new web of crap she’s preparing to weave. i am convinced that at least one of her attempts to string together a confession will be as follows:

nancy grace, eat your black hole of a heart out.



so this is the new year

complacent december meets its biggest hurdle this week: january first. it’s our one true chance to start over. a day like any other, but called something different– it’s too good to be given a date. it gets a name: the new year.

in my desperation to fit in and variably claim some attempt at self-improvement, i’ve made dozens of lists of feasible/minute changes i can look forward to making with little to no effort. that’s my cute little way of giving the new year the middle finger.

however, i actually look forward to establishing myself this year. rather than a futile attempt to gain social approval with some oprah-esque resolution (“i’ll watch my temper” or “i’ll start watching more independent films” or “i’ll lose thirty pounds”), i’ve created a set of points that i just know will inadvertantly make me a better person.

this being public domain, some points are going to be intentionally vague.

1. i will learn how to play the guitar.

2. i will annunciate and work on my diction.

3. i will not judge outloud.

4. i will not be defensive.

5. i will send a different person flowers every other month.

6. i will own every film that philip seymour hoffman is in.

7. i will find the perfect white collared shirt.

8. i will send out birthday cards.

9. i will buy more high heeled shoes.

10. i will learn how to walk in high heeled shoes.



may your holidays be… chunky

besides the christmas song my brother wrote about terri schiavo, there are a few christmas songs that have failed to catch on. similar to the theme of david letterman’s top ten from december 18, i give you the hostess with the mostest (hostess cupcakes, yes).



that 70’s spoon

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fez: dr. spoonlove’s celebrity doppelgänger. everybody dance now.



die, snuggie. die.

apparently, blankets have become way too much of a burden. they’re tricky and they get in the way. also–oh my– the average american is truly suffering from old-fashioned and malevolent blankets.

kill yourself, snuggie infomercial.

if people catch on to this horrendous item:

1. everyone will look like gospel choir members.

2. everyone will look like they belong to a cult.

3. everyone will look like idiots.

more importantly, people will never share blankets again (unless, there is a four sleeved version pending), and–oh my gawd– high schoolers will have to reconsider how they play grab-ass on their parents’ couches.



[shoe]t out!

rounding out 2008, i give my list of the top ten people i would love to see get shoe-ed:

10. people who speed stack.

9. robbie savage.

8. casey anthony. everyone knows she did it. end of story.

7. miley cyrus. this girl. this girl’s choreographer.

6. brody jenner– and everyone who willingly let themselves be bro-raped.

5. seth macfarlane.

4. everyone on ‘the hills,’ as well as the excuses for human beings that host that show that immediately follows ‘the hills’ that talks about everything that just happened on ‘the hills.’ ugh.

3. chad ocho cinco (that is not how you say eighty-five en espanol. jack ass.)

2. the ugly ikki twin.

1. the uglier ikki twin. (we’ll call #1 and #2 a double shot of shoe).

so, my list makes reference to about a million people. i’m okay with that.



adding injury to insult

whoops-a-daisy!

as if shaun ellis scoring a touchdown on a fumble return (so much for your highlight reel, loserman) wasn’t bad enough, jeff triplette will be picking turf out of his gums for the rest of the season.

welp– life’s tough. wear a helmet.



amy poehler’s goodbye (feat. governor paterson)

finally– a weekend update guest that made me laugh until i cried.

fred armisen’s impression of governor david paterson should be a weekend update constant. i would love to see it follow the likes of opera man, father guido sarducci, chris kattan’s terrible reenactments, and roseanne rosannadanna.

amy poehler’s goodbye was touched with the sporadic interruptions of armisen’s character, and oh-my-stars was it memorable. seth meyers laughs through the whole thing and (holy smokes) he’s adorable. there is something endearing about a comedian trying to suppress laughter and failing (unless it’s jimmy fallon and that twisted smirk).

here is poehler’s bittersweet speech, featuring the taboo hilarity of a wandering blind man with good intentions (“get about $50 worth of circus tickets”). forgive the stupid advertisements, but they make this… possible.



sitting (lame) duck

apparently, randy johnson has been running some pitching camps in the middle east. look at the arm on this journalist. and to think that bush’s presidency helped add some substance to this guy’s portfolio. that’s some farewell.

my thoughts:

1. seeing as the president never moved, one would assume that the secret service just skipped over what to do in case of an assassination attempt.

2. it was during the signing of the iraqi-US security agreement. how ironical.

3. noted: iraqi prime minister maliki tried to block the second italian leather projectile. all sarcasm aside, it’s excellent to see that a diplomatic, selfless gentleman is at the helm of a developing state. snaps, maliki.