Douchebag Beach "Season" 2 Begins RIGHT NOW with DJ Twink!
Yes, I know that the return of My Blog Is Poop falls somewhere in between the return of the Smashing Pumpkins and the return of Michael Jordan to the Washington Wizards, but that's not going to stop me from posting infrequently to direct you to Douchebag Beach, Post Show stuff or whatever else I'm working on. And yes, when the mood strikes, maybe I'll even write something semi-clever. Maybe. Hopefully. I think. We'll see.
Anyway, watch the first new episode of Douchebag Beach above. The last 5 episodes we shot are about a thousand times funnier than the first four. Gay bars, bikini contests, limo rides... and so much more. Enjoy.
| b at 8:29 PM
Just Keep Living
We love Matthew McConaughey. How could you not? Once you get past the good looks and his desire to constantly walk around stoned without a shirt on, you have... a good looking guy who likes to get high and walk around without a shirt on. What's not to love about that? Mr. McConaughey's nude bongo playing "Surfer Dude" starring "just keep living" spouting ass is an inspiration. A hero to us all. Which is why, after watching Matthew dominate The Late Show last night, Brian decided he had to write an email to his fan club. And here it is.
Subject: How Matthew McConaughey saved me from going to jail.
To whom it may concern.
Hi.
My name is Brian Levin. 3 months ago i drove across the country with a framed picture of Matthew in my back window. I was pulled over in Oklahoma. I had weed in the car. The officer, who looked like a terminator, eyed me up suspiciously. After a back and forth he let me go. The spirit of JKL got me to Hollywood without having to spend a month in an Okie prison.
I'm a writer and director from New York. Before coming out to LA my partner and I signed with [redacted]. We were making comedy videos online. Now we're meeting with studios about movies. It's pretty amazing.
We love Matthew and we love California. We also love Bob Dylan. Below is a link to a popular online comedy video we made about Dylan. If you dig it, send it on to Matthew.
We also discovered "Paradise Cove" in Malibu. It's the greatest place to write on earth.
We'd love to write a comedy for Matthew.
JKL
Brian Levin
I hope "writing a fan club letter to a dude you have a heterosexual man-crush on" doesn't violate the WGA strike rules. It really could go either way... kinda like Brian.
This Is The Last Douchebag Beach Post Because There Aren't Any More Douchebag Beaches to Post
For now, at least.
Over the past two nights we've been writing and working on the next five episodes. If all goes according to plan, we should be able to shoot them and get them up by the end of February. I don't want to build them up too much... but if they come out the way we want them to, they're gonna be a hundred times better than the first four. At least.
So here's my question to you's: what should we include in the next installment of Douchebag Beach? What douchebag characteristics/traits did we miss out on? What would you want to see these three db's do? The ball's in your court. Let's douche it up.
| b at 3:39 AM
Monday, February 04, 2008
12 Beers, 12 Wings, And A Countless Amount of Chips Later...
Okay,so I'm drunk right now.
Drunk, happy and absolutely blown away by the greatest Superbowl in Superbowl history. Bar none. Greatest upset ever. Greatest final drive ever. Greatest Tom Petty ever. Greatest... everything.
This honestly ranks on the top 10 moments of my life. However, unlike losing my virginity and winning my first ever fist fight in the 9th grade, I had nothing to do with this one. That doesn't make it any less special.
Eli Manning beat the best team in the history of football*. Wow. Wow. Wow.
Here's the best thing about watching your underdog team win the Superbowl = everything. I'm laughing out loud watching Sportscenter. I'm laughing out loud reading the Boston.com message boards. I'm laughing out loud at every story I read on ESPN and Sports Illustrated. And I'm not even doing it for show... I'm completely alone. The two dozen people who were here for our Superbowl party went home already because I live in LA now and people in LA don't genuinely know how to party. So nobody's laughing or enjoying this but me. And that's fine.
I'm gonna go pass out. I hope the Giants are still the 2008 Champions when I wake up.
