Hi.
I can totally sum up the human life experience in one short phrase. I will spoil it for you if you want?
Do you want to know what it was??
Hi.
I can totally sum up the human life experience in one short phrase. I will spoil it for you if you want?
Do you want to know what it was??
Somewhere at some point some executive for Fox watches a preview or something for the new episode of House and says “What the hell?”
However, he doesn’t mention it to anyone. Especially anyone at Fox. He did mention it to me. Calling me on my cell phone at 3:42 A.M. just to whisper, “Hey, is this Coyote Rush?”
“Yes, it is. Is this the ghost of Hunter S. Thompson?”
“No, but I feel like I’m taking crazy pills. I need to talk to you about someone that I put on TV that we put way too much emphasis on his pill taking ability.”
“You mean, House?” I said.
“No, well, maybe, I can’t talk to you on here.” Said some TV executive for Fox or something.
“But you are talking to me on here.”
“Well, if you want the story you’ll have to meet me at Starbucks.”
“What story and why there?” I said.
“I can’t tell you that.” Said some dude at Fox.
“It’s so dang early, what’s going on?”
“What time is it?” He said.
“I’m going back to sleep. I’ll put my phone on silent. Call back and leave a message.”
“Ok, I will.”
So, with great disdain, I went to a random Starbucks and it just so happened to be the Starbucks he was at.
He asked me not to mention his name, I listened, then immediately wrote his name down: Jimbo House Blowsintits.
Jimbo House Blowsintits was in his mid thirties and dumb as a bag of old paint chips. However, he told me within the first three minutes of meeting him fifteen times that his IQ was 152. I just kept responding with varying versions of “That’s cool dude.” A remark I made for many years in my life that is followed or preceded by a sympathy laugh. (He didn’t pick up on any of that.)
I couldn’t figure out if he was purposely that obtuse to hide his brilliance, actually really dumb, or a combination of any or all of those. Seeing he hadn’t even mentioned anything regarding anything, I asked him if he knew much about Geometry in which he launched into a four minute story about how he often thought of naming his first born child, Isosceles.
I pretended to care and said, “that’s cool dude.” He went on, telling me that he liked to put peanut butter on his soda crackers, very much liked to open a can of Cherry Coke before he went to bed, setting an alarm to wake him at roughly 3:00 a.m. drinking half of it, then going to the bathroom. During this story, I started packing up my things. I responded amid his story with a loud sympathy laugh and a “that’s cool dude,” that almost made him stop his story, but he didn’t. I was at the exit when he said, “do you ever watch House?”
I said, “No, but it pisses me off that they use Massive Attack’s Teardrop as their intro song.”
“Oh, I picked that song.” Said Jimbo House Blowsintits.
“Wait, you work on that show?”
“Yeah, I practically invented it.”
I walked directly to the table I was sitting at, smacked him in the face and sat back down. “Go on.” I said.
“Well, I called you because I didn’t know who else to call. I mean, there is always the Ghostbusters, but I didn’t feel they could do much in this situation. I just needed to tell someone that House’s continuous two day beard and always going against the suggestion of other doctors to save people’s rare diseases has got to the point of being embarrassing.”
I smacked him again for having anything to do with that show.
He pretended not to notice, but giant crocodile tears welled in his eyes the size of silver dollars. He continued, “it’s just, I don’t know how to end it… It’s one of the most popular shows on TV-”
I cut him off, “Have you ever watched TV? Every show on TV is TV’s highest rated and watched show. From ‘Pawnstars’ to ‘The Closer’ to ‘Two and a Half Men’ (and a baby). They are all TV’s most watched show.” Then I smacked him again.
By this point he was bawling. “It should have never got this far. I pitched the idea so long ago thinking it wouldn’t last and it’s been so long. It’s got a mind of its own. I don’t know if it can be stopped. Please, help me.”
“That’s cool dude,” I said, nearly sick from his story and the smugness of the Starbucks that surrounded me.
He wiped away his tears and asked me, “Have I told you that I have an IQ of 152? I don’t like to mention it, but I just wanted you to know that smart people make mistakes too.”
“That’s cool dude.”
“Do you know that no one even writes House anymore? Out of the blue, there is a new episode, with its own previews and everything. I fired all the writers two years ago. I shut down the set that the show tapes on. I personally killed Hugh Laurie!”
Hearing this story, I was quite sure that I was talking to a complete lunatic. So, just for the fun of it, I smacked him as hard as I could.
With this smack his face contorted into a mixture of a 13 story building, a telephone, a green light bulb and a Dandelion. He began thrashing in all directions simultaneously, which made him not move at all. His fingertips started blaring Massive Attack and finally, he evolved into a full grown Sloth.
I smacked the Sloth as hard as I could. ‘It’ moved slowly away from the table and took its damn time to climb a tree.
Jimbo House Blowsintits, was no more. Unfortunately, House and all of his stupid limping, was still scheduled to air at its regular time slot.
Stay Tuned!
Coyote Rush
When owners of the new Iphone: cleverly named something like ‘Iphone 4’, use ‘Siri,’ a voice activated personal assistant type thing that can help you do things like: stalk that hot dude that you don’t have the guts to talk to or find a gas station, they will hear: a kind, sexy, stay at home, stay in the kitchen, huge high heelin’, taking out the trash, dish doing, not knowing how to fix anything or work a remote, clean up my dang mess type, woman’s voice. That was a reasonably long sentence, wasn’t it?
People have told me (I don’t have an Iphone, nor will I spend the ridiculous amount of money on the phone to only drop it over and over almost breaking it, but not quite, just enough to have more than 78% of the features become useless and then three months later have the Iphone 5 come out.) that Siri responds to owners inquriers in a kind of human, sort of robot android type voice that’s low, efficient and totally a chick. (Well, at least in the United States and four other countries. In France and the UK, Siri is a dude.)
Supposedly this roboty woman’s voice has been hit on been more than one Iphone user, asking questions like, “Hey baby, got any plans for the night?”
In which Siri responds with typical girl gusto, “I am seeing someone.”
Some author or whatever, had a whole big dumb reason explaining Apple’s decision to try setting females back 40 years. “It’s much easier to find a female voice that everyone likes than a male voice that everyone likes,” said Clifford Nass, author of “The Man Who Lied to His Laptop: What Machines Teach Us About Human Relationships.” “It’s a well-established phenomenon that the human brain is developed to like female voices.”
That has to be the worst title of a book I’ve ever seen.
“Cultural stereotypes run deep,” said Nass, who details the BMW episode in his book.
At press release, women everywhere were trying to figure out whether they should feel proud or ashmed of Siri.
–James Dust–
Tripoli, Libya- For months citizens of Libya have rebelled and tried with all their hearts and minds to overthrow the tyrannical dictatorship of Muammar al-Gaddafi and finally saw their dreams become reality.
However, with his death comes monumental changes in the country that has be ravished for years by spending billions of dollars of their oil money on: needless wars, purchasing arms and men to fight in these wars and finally, “just plain pissing it away,” said local man Al-Farouq Al-Mein Alphonso Alonzo Mourning Islam.
“I don’t have a damn clue what we’re going to do now he’s (Gaddafi) dead. Seriously, at least we knew what sort of crap we were in when he was running the country, now we just have to guess,” said Al-Farouq Al-Mein Alphonso Alonzo Mourning Islam.
In the sreets of Tripoli the sounds of gunfire, car horns and cheers were constantly being mistaken with celebration, when in fact it was all out chaos and confusion.
In Misrata a city nearly destroyed by attacks during the Libyan war, motorists slammed their horns and randomly came to screeching stops as confused citizens rushed in and out of traffic on busy sections of roadways.
On Thursday, U.S. President Barack Obama said to Libya, “You have won your revolution. Oh my sweet good God, what the hell is going to happen now?” He pledged American support and trillions of dollars to Libya’s reconstruction effort– as convoluted and misguided as it may be over the next century or so.
–James Dust–
Victor, NY- Area woman Tina Tinytoeson, 26, had a bright idea on how to earn a little extra cash. However, sadly, the money she made from substitute teaching came up far short of making up for the pain and anguish she suffered as a result of the poor wardrobe choice.
When I arrived in Victor, I sat down with Tina in a small: dimly lit, over-priced, hipster wannabe, skinny jean wearing, baby tee shirt and a visor mandatory outfit, coffee house annoying called, “The Magic Bean.” In this place Tina said to me, “I don’t know why I did it?! I mean, I woke up and I was shivering, so I checked the weather and it was going to be like 40 something. So, I thought to myself ‘hey, why don’t you wear that new sweater you bought, it would look so good with those purple flats!'”
However, when she got to school she was in for a rude awakening, “the school was like 85 degrees, I was like super sweaty all day, I hope the kids still thought I was kind of hot.”
When I asked one of the students what he thought of Ms. Tinytoeson, he said, “She was super sweaty, but if I was 17 I would totally ask her out on a date. Try for second base, you know what I’m saying dude?”
–James Dust–
Hi, I’m James Dust, some of you might know me from places like the ‘internet’ or ‘Facebook’, but if not: now you do.
Anyway, I was asked by my college buddy, Coyote Rush to join the site’s fine cast of investigatory journalists. So I did. And this is why this is being typed and you are moving your eyes from left to right unless you’re completely reading things wrong. But, if you are still understanding what I’m saying, GOOD for you!
The reason I am writing is because I heard of a man that isn’t a fan of the internet. So, I knew that was a hot lead and needed to be acted on quickly before that dang Charles Gibson snags up another blasted red hot story. So I took the midnight train headed anywhere. Well, it really was headed for anywhere, but I kindly asked the train conductor to take me to Mobile, Alabama. So, thankfully for me, he did.
Mobile, AL- Mobile citizen Edward Cutlery, 91, “can’t seem to figure what all the fuss is about that dag gum inter-whats-it. Dab nabit, all the young people today walking around with things plugged in their ears, singing God knows what, coming out of their mouths!”
Cutlery has been seen chasing groups of preadolescences listening to Lady Gaga: up and down the sidewalk while barely maintaining his silk boxer briefs with heart shapes on them around his waist, screaming, “You pretweens! Come back here! This neighborhood isn’t meant for your ‘heavy metal, rock n’ roll’ music! Take your Roy Orbison and Ipaddles to your room and don’t come out here for a week!”
–At press release Edward Cutlery was noted to be swinging emphatically at a group of approximetely five thirteen year old girls screaming “get out of here you street walkers! Not in this neighborhood!”

-James Dust-