Hobo Radio 66 – Party poopers

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  • Introduction
  • Halloween costumes
  • Drinking advice
  • Contractually obligated Batman discussion – Batman vs. Superman
  • “Your Year” by Last Letter Read

Week 66 Spotlight: Party poopers

While Joel Murphy and Lars are used to being the life of the party wherever they go, their refusal to wear costumes to their respective office Halloween parties has them both labeled as “party poopers.” However, the dynamic duo refuses to budge – under no circumstances are they willing to cut loose and have fun at work.

However, Lars is planning on attending a friend’s Halloween party next Friday night – one with a Quentin Tarantino theme. While this sounds like an awesome idea in theory, in reality it’s tough to come up with an option besides a black suit and a skinny tie. So this week, Joel attempts to help Lars brainstorm ideas.

What are Lars’ best options? What advice does Joel have for people who are mixing food and alcohol? Who is better – Batman or Superman? The answers to these questions and more are in this week’s podcast.

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Guest Blog Post – Memoirs of a science class survivor

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Tim Kelly

[Editor's Note: Brian Murphy is currently being detained in a Turkish prison. He hopes to tunnel his way out by next Thursday, but until then we bring you a special guest column written by Tim Kelly.]

Out of all of the classes and activities in which young people participate in school, perhaps the most unique and exciting is science. I base this not on the knowledge that is gained or the subject matter, but simply on the sheer variety of ways a student can be injured or maimed during any given class period.

Schools start kids out slowly, with grade school science curriculum providing students with only rudimentary knowledge about infectious diseases, deadly poisons, the effects of blood loss, and the geographical location of dangerous wildlife. As the students move into their junior high and high school years, the science field branches out into more specialized classes like biology, chemistry, and physics, each class offering its own customized array of dangers to provide students with more well-rounded peril.

When entering a school’s science classroom, it should come as no surprise to find soot or scorch marks on the walls from a recent fire. Likewise, one should enter the science classroom fully expecting to find scraps of test subjects, shards of glass, and all manner of mangled debris resulting from explosions of varying severity that took place in the previous class period. Junior high and high school science classes are a sadistic funhouse; a veritable shop of unknown horrors.

Where else but eighth grade science class could my classmates and I convince Robert Harris (often called “Elvis”, due to his resemblance to Elvis Presley, not due to addiction to amphetamines and profuse sweating) to swallow a live goldfish? Which other class would provide us with the opportunity to prod a live scorpion with our pencils, hoping to see it attempt to strike at us? Certainly not algebra!

Yes, my own experiences in science classes left me with fond memories, most of them taking place during various “lab” exercises, as science labs are pretty much school-sponsored health hazards. Like the time my friend Ben and I placed a styrofoam cup over a lit Bunsen burner, laughing as it melted, only to find out later that burning styrofoam produces highly toxic gases, which are classified as human carcinogens. Or the time our class was using sugar cubes as a part of a lab experiment and I suggested to Ben that he taste one of the sugar cubes. What we did not know at the time, but were immediately informed of (post-lick) by our teacher, was that these sugar cubes were soaked in formaldehyde.

I pause a moment now to read from the website of the United States Department of Labor’s Occupational Safety and Health Administration (OSHA): “Ingestion of as little as 30 ml (1 oz.) of a solution containing 37% formaldehyde has been reported to cause death in an adult. Ingestion may cause corrosive injury to the gastrointestinal mucosa, with nausea, vomiting, pain, bleeding and perforation. Systematic effects include metabolic acidosis, CNS depression and coma, respiratory distress, and renal failure.” Had this information been provided to Ben and I prior to my suggestion that he lick the carcinogen-marinated sugar cube, we may have reconsidered our actions.

It was during a study hall period in the science room that our science teacher collaborated with us to formulate higher levels of pain and danger, like the time we utilized a Van de Graaff generator. It was determined through systematic testing that by standing on insulated styrofoam panels and holding a metal rod with one hand on the generator, far more powerful electrical shocks could be administered.

In the years since my science class experiences, I have come to have a new admiration for life. I believe that I, along with my classmates, escaped death or dismemberment a minimum of twice a week. I look back on those carefree days, relieved that tragedy did not strike, particularly on the days when we would gather around a large beaker filled with a substantial volume of hydrochloric acid, dropping various objects in to see how quickly they would dissolve. I don’t know what school science classes are like now, whether things have been reined in significantly by the EPA and other federal organizations or have escalated to newer and more dangerous levels. But I do know this: I am fortunate to be alive …

… and I also know that styrofoam peanuts liquify in acid.

Tim Kelly is a mythical creature reportedly sighted numerous times in the wooded lands of North America. Actually, that’s Bigfoot. Tim Kelly’s bio and background will sound much more plausible once he puts thought into making it up. You can find more of his writing at his MySpace blog.

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Murphy’s Law – One Shot: Hulk Hogan’s Celebrity Championship Wrestling

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Joel Murphy

There is no question that both Hulk Hogan and the wrestling business itself are in a state of decline. Long gone are the glory days of Hulkamania, when I, along with countless other devoted children of the 80s, would have done just about anything Hulk Hogan asked me to. Sadly these days, when most people think of Hogan, they think of the tabloid stories that seem to constantly surround him and his family.

Add to that the fact that I despise most reality shows and you can see why I was hesitant to give Hulk Hogan’s Celebrity Championship Wrestling a try. However, my 80s nostalgia and my desire to see someone physically harm Screech convinced me to give this show One Shot

Hulk Hogan’s Celebrity Championship Wrestling
“Down to the Basics”
(CMT – Saturdays at 8 p.m.)

Since this is the first episode of the show, the opening segment is devoted to introducing everyone involved and going over the rules. The 10 celebrity contestants will be broken up into two teams and each week they will be taught three moves. Then each team puts together a wrestling match. The team that puts together the worst match gets one of their celebrities eliminated. Eventually, one celebrity will win the entire competition and will receive a CCW championship belt.

Here are the contestants:

  • Danny Bonaduce – the crazy guy who used to be on The Partridge Family

  • Todd Bridges – Willis Jackson from Different Strokes
  • Butterbean – super-heavyweight boxer with 93 wins and 63 knockouts
  • Trishelle Cannatella – useless reality show attention whore
  • Dustin Diamond – Screech
  • Erin Murphy – Tabitha from Bewitched
  • Dennis Rodman – formerly relevant NBA player
  • Frank Stallone – Sylvester Stallone’s brother
  • Tiffany – 80s pop star
  • Nikki Ziering – Playboy playmate formerly married to Steve Sanders

Hulk Hogan is one of three judges for the competition. The other two are “The Silver Fox” Eric Bischoff and “The Mouth of the South” Jimmy Hart. The two trainers for the show are “Nasty Boy” Brian Knobbs and Brutus “The Barber” Beefcake. I don’t want to insult the two trainers, but let’s just say there was a reason these two never earned nicknames like “the excellence of execution” or “the man of 1,000 holds.” But considering that the main judge of this competition is a wrestler who has seen amazing success using only three moves (and no, “hulking up” does not count as a move), I guess I shouldn’t expect to see these celebrities breaking out any suicide planchas or 450 splashes anyway.

Hulk Hogan

The immortal Hulk Hogan

Hogan talks to all of the contestants inside the ring. He tells them: “Before we get started, I want to make one thing perfectly clear – wrestling, when performed at it’s best, is an art form. It requires strength, skill, agility and intellect, but it also requires personality.”

Shortly after that, Hogan calls Trishelle out and wonders if she really wants to be there. She responds by saying, “Of course I want to be here. I’ll prove it to you.” I can’t be entirely certain, but I’m pretty sure she was offering to blow Hogan.

Danny Bonaduce then tells everyone that he is disappointed that the mat is red because he wants to be able to see the blood. Clearly, he is wasting no time breaking out the crazy. I know Brian picked Butterbean to win this competition when he previewed this show a few weeks ago, but my money is on Bonaduce. For whatever reason, he really wants to win this competition and he’s crazy enough to make it happen. I think either he wins it all or the show ends with him chasing around the winner like Jack Nicholson at the end of The Shinning.

I also feel it is worth mentioning that Screech is sporting Triple H’s facial hair (a.k.a. The Lemmy). I think a better choice would have been the classic Hogan mustache, but still, I respect the effort.

The celebrities are broken up into two teams. Bonaduce, Butterbean, Tiffany, Todd Bridges and Trishelle are Team Beefcake. Tabitha from Bewitched, Dennis Rodman, Frank Stallone, Screech and the former Mrs. Steve Sanders are Team Nasty (because of course Nikki Ziering and Dennis Rodman would be on Team Nasty).

The three moves the celebrities must learn this week are the kick to the midsection, forearm smash and clothesline. Technically, Dennis Rodman should have an advantage going into this competition since he actually did wrestle with WCW in the 90s, but I remember how terrible his matches were back then. Butterbean was also involved in a wrestling show – he knocked out Bart Gunn in a legitimate boxing match at Wrestlemania, which doesn’t really give him an edge in this competition, but it does give me an excuse to link to the video.

The trainers teach the moves to their teams. Knobbs accuses Screech of hitting someone “like a woman,” which earns an eye roll from Erin Murphy. Todd Bridges accidentally kicks a guy in the nuts while attempting a kick to the midsection. Murphy also says that Nikki Ziering is like an animal or small child who gets distracted by shiny objects. From what little they show of the actual training session, Beefcake seems to be the better trainer.

We then fast forward to the teams’ matches, which are being performed in front of a live audience. Our first match is:

Tiffany and Danny Bonaduce (with manager Todd Bridges) vs. Trishelle and Butterbean
For this match, Trishelle and Butterbean are the good guys (faces) and Tiffany and Bonaduce are the bad guys (heels). Butterbean and Bonaduce start the match (and Bonaduce already has the crazy eyes). Butterbean shoves him down to the canvas. Bonaduce responds with a cheapshot kick to the midsection. Then he hits the forearm smash and attempts a clothesline, but Butterbean doesn’t sell it. Butterbean clotheslines Bonaduce, walks over top of him and then tags out to Trishelle.

Trishelle slaps Bonaduce. He pulls back to punch her in the face, but then he reconsiders. She kicks him in the midsection and then rams his head into the turnbuckle. Bonaduce rallies back with a kick to the midsection and a forearm smash. Then he tags Tiffany.

Trishelle and Tiffany are alone now in the ring – there doesn’t seem to be anyone around. The beating of their hearts is the only sound. Tiffany chokes Trishelle, then gives her a stiff forearm smash. Trishelle attempts to ram Tiffany’s head into the turnbuckle, but they blow the spot. The two eventually hit a double clothesline and both of them end up on the mat.

Both women tag out and Butterbean rushes in and clotheslines Bonaduce three times in a row. He then sets Bonaduce up in the corner and charges at him, but Danny moves out of the way at the last minute. Bonaduce antagonizes the crowd, which allows Butterbean to recover and hit him with a bodyslam for the three count.

After the match: Butterbean and Trishelle celebrate with a Ric Flair strut. The heels rush the ring (including Bridges, who was a non-factor the entire match) and attack them. A brawl ensues and a “CCW” chant breaks out (I refuse to believe that the crowd actually started this chant – my guess is that they piped it in like they used to do with their “Gold-berg” chant in the glory days of WCW).

Both Butterbean and Bonaduce were really solid in their performances. I definitely think they will be the two to beat this season.

Erin Murphy and Rodman vs. Screech and Frank Stallone (with manager Nikki Ziering)
Murphy and Rodman are the faces for this match, Screech and Stallone are the heels. Screech and The Worm start things out. The two pose for a few seconds, then Screech charges Rodman, but ends up hitting the turnbuckle. Rodman kicks him in the midsection, which sends Screech to the mat. Then Rodman gives him a very stiff forearm to the back, which knocks Screech down again. Rodman follows it up with one of the worst clotheslines I’ve ever seen in my life.

Rodman tags in Murphy. Screech charges at her, but she drops to the mat and he runs over her and into Rodman’s forearm. Murphy hits Screech with a solid clothesline. He rams her head into the turnbuckle, then tags out to Stallone.

While the ref is distracted, Nikki Ziering attacks Murphy. Stallone puts her into an absolutely terrible looking headlock, then tags out to Screech. Screech attempts to charge Murphy in the corner, but she moves out of the way and he hits the turnbuckle. Murphy tags out to Rodman, who hits a series of clotheslines on Screech and Stallone. Then Rodman goes up to the second rope and hits Screech with a flying clothesline. The ref counts three and the match is over.

After the match: Rodman ripped off his shirt to reveal a nWo t-shirt underneath it. Hogan and Bischoff, also sporting nWo shirts, come down from the judges table with a can of black spray paint. They spray paint the nWo logo on Screech’s back while the fans boo and throw garbage into the ring. At the last minute, Sting is lowered from the rafters with his trademark basbeball bat and he makes the save for Screech.

… okay, I’m kidding. Absolutely nothing happened after the match, except more fake CCW chants.

Danny Bonaduce
Danny’s not here, Mrs. Torrance

The judges give their thoughts on the two matches. They all agree that Team Nasty had the better match this week (I’m unconvinced, but neither match was amazing, so really it was a coin toss). Then, they toy with the members of Team Beefcake a little while before eliminating one of them. Bischoff tells Trishelle that she looks good, but that doesn’t necessarily mean she deserves to be in this business (Vince McMahon would disagree), but then he tells her that she is safe this week.

Jimmy Hart babbles incoherently about Danny Bonaduce for a while before telling him that he’s safe this week. Clearly, Hart is trying to solidify his roles as the Paula Adbul of this group of judges.

Hogan tells Butterbean that the crowd loves him, but he needs to be more agile in the ring, since times have changed and you can no longer be like Hogan (a.k.a. you need to learn how to wrestle instead of making it on pure charisma). Butterbean is safe this week. Hogan tells Tiffany she needs to step up the physical aspect of her performance and he tells Todd Bridges that he needed to have more of a presence during the match, since he was easily forgettable. Ultimately, Hogan sends Tiffany home, after calling her a jabroni for some reason. Hogan then says, “What’cha gonna do when Celebrity Championship Wrestling runs wild on you?” and I die a little inside.

To close things out, Tiffany gives an exit interview where she pretends to care that she was eliminated from the show.

Final Thoughts: This is by no stretch of the imagination a great show, but being a lifelong wrestling fan, I was entertained enough to want to come back next week. The chances that someone cracks Screech’s head open with a steel chair or that Danny Bonaduce snaps and kills someone are far too great for me to not tune in.

Joel Murphy is the creator of HoboTrashcan, which is probably why he has his own column. He loves pugs, hates Jimmy Fallon and has an irrational fear of robots. You can contact him at murphyslaw@hobotrashcan.com.


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Recyclables – BWE’s Top Ten Humiliating Pet Costumes of 2008

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Wednesday we empty out our Recycle Bin, which means we take one of the entertaining sites or videos people have forwarded to us and share them with you.

Michelle Collins from Best Week Ever has once again put together a list of 10 humiliating Halloween costumes for pets. If you are looking for ways to torture and embarrass your pets this Halloween, you’ve got to check out this list.

  

Overrated – Throwback uniforms

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Ned Bitters

Ned Bitters

This week’s inductee into the “Overrated Hall of Fame” is … throwback uniforms.

My cousin, an avid Tampa Bay Bucs fan, wanted to see the Seahawks and Buccaneers don their 1976 uniforms for last night’s game. He figured that a national TV game between two teams that entered the league in the same year would make for the perfect opportunity to don the throwbacks.

I’m sorry, but it would take a lot more than some 70′s unis to get me to tune into a game featuring those two chock-full-of-nobodies teams. Throwbacks never increase the chances I might tune in or buy a ticket. I’m not one of those idiots that pro sports dupe into thinking that throwbacks mean anything more than a chance for the league to peddle yet another overpriced jersey to the sucker fan who’s perpetually late on his child support payments because he’s just gotta have the Detroit Lions’ sixth jersey, the one they wear only when fat bastard Alex Karras’s birthday falls on a Sunday.

I hate when I tune into a game, any game, and find the teams in throwbacks. I don’t care if teams are commemorating their inaugural season, the Negro Leagues or Pacman Jones’s first arrest. I’m not interested in seeing major league baseball players wearing those bulky, preWWII parachute uniforms. I want to see those skin tight belly hugging uniforms that show off the gooey spare tire half the major league pitchers carry around.

I’m not interested in seeing the Pittsburgh Steelers in those hideous chocolate brown and banana orange old-time uniforms, which remind Steeler fans of 40 years of utter sucktitude. I want to see the famous black and gold that covered the arms on some of the NFL’s (allegedly, ahem) earliest steroid abusers, those great offensive linemen that kept Too Tall Jones off too fragile Terry Bradshaw and blew open holes for Franco Harris wider than Elton John’s banged out bunghole.

I’m not interested in seeing the 1960′s Boston Bruins uniforms because hockey sucked until about 1970. (Thank you, Bobby Orr.)

I’m not interested in seeing the original Chicago Bulls jerseys because basketball sucks in any decade.

It’s all nostalgia, and nostalgia sucks. The past is overrated. The hard edges are planed and sanded. The sucky aspects are expunged from memory. Nostalgia tells us that all things were better 20 and 30 and 50 years ago. Nostalgia appeals to the older male fan who had more hair, a flatter stomach and a cock that could be stuck in instead of stuffed in, but the old days had more negatives than positives.

Next time a team plans a throwback night, they should have to go all the way and really make it authentic. Here are some suggestions:

  • Away teams may not fly to the game. They must travel by train. Hey Phil Jackson, enjoy that Amtrak trek to Boston this December.
  • No hockey helmets. Let some organ-EYE-zation’s star player get his head rammed into the glass by some modern-day Gordie Howe, the cheap-shottin’ sonofabitch.
  • Football players may not wear knee braces. Should some unlucky Bears halfback find his leg bent to the side at a 90 degree angle, he has to submit to the same groundbreaking medical treatment afforded Gale Sayers back in 1968.
  • Fans have access to just four food selections at the concession stands, all four of which will suck tremendously, unlike today, when all 37 choices suck tremendously.
  • Starting pitchers must each throw a minimum of 150 pitches. Any mention of arm soreness will result in pitcher being labeled a pussy by his manager. The only medical service offered will be a post-game icing, four Budweisers and a “Now get ready to pitch by Monday. A little soreness never hurt anyone.”
  • Games will be covered by only two cameras, and game will be televised in black and white. No instant replay will be offered.
  • No Europeans may play in an NHL throwback game. Instead of speed, skill, finesse and élan, fans can enjoy the good old days of one slick star per team and 19 mustachioed Canadians whose entire game consists of skating in molasses and chipping out opponents’ teeth.
  • No rally monkey, no pierogi or sausage races, no Phillie Fanatic, no scoreboard contests, nothing to keep your minuscule attention span occupied, forcing you to actually pay attention to the game and then, between innings (or quarter or halves or periods), sit through the downtime without whatever manic mayhem is foisted upon us.

The old days weren’t better. The past sucked more than we’d like to remember. (However, you’ll never convince those Civil War re-enactors of this. If those yahoos, with their too much time and too much money, want to truly re-enact the life of a Civil War soldier, they have to do more than carry a musket and set up a tent on Friday night. They should have to suffer a dripping case of dysentery, chronic hunger and a sawed off leg with a whiskey anesthetic.)

Still not sold? Here’s one more stipulation on throwback games. No black players may participate. Enjoy that NFL game with all white running backs, all white receivers and all white cornerbacks. Enjoy that baseball game with clunky middle infielders and first basemen not named Ryan Howard, Prince Fielder or David Ortiz. Enjoy that right-out-of Hoosiers NBA game that ends 38-36 with not one reverse dunk for your Sportscenter pleasure. And enjoy that NHL game with … okay, so nothing would be different. But no one watches the NHL anyway.

Ned Bitters is, in fact, overrated. You can contact him at teacherslounge@hobotrashcan.com.

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