The guys discuss their experiences with The Wizard of Oz in celebration of the 70th anniversary of the film.
The Wizard of Awesome
The guys discuss their experiences with The Wizard of Oz in celebration of the 70th anniversary of the film.
Andrew Decides To Buy A Gun
J.J. talks Andrew into getting a gun and then immediately frowns on Andrew's true intentions.
Sign our Petition!
Hello to all of you, our wonderful listeners!
Recently Andrew and I came up with an idea. Wouldn't it be cool to be on "The Tonight Show with Conan O'Brien?" Well that is our new quest. We are going to try to meet Conan and plan to do it in the most democratic way possible, we have started a Petition. Please follow the link and sign the it in the hopes of making our dreams come true.
http://www.ipetitions.com/petition/tenminutes/
We love you all.
Recently Andrew and I came up with an idea. Wouldn't it be cool to be on "The Tonight Show with Conan O'Brien?" Well that is our new quest. We are going to try to meet Conan and plan to do it in the most democratic way possible, we have started a Petition. Please follow the link and sign the it in the hopes of making our dreams come true.
http://www.ipetitions.com/petition/tenminutes/
We love you all.
Andrew Becomes Homeless
Andrew makes a plea for a new house; J.J. speculates on the size of Oprah's dressing room.
Mice on the Radio
Our friend, Ben (or Mouse to the privileged), was recently on the KXLU show called DemoListen. Mouse runs the website called "Classical Geek Theatre" where he has been reviewing local bands and albums for the last couple of years. When you have a chance, read his blog, go see a show with him and have a good time!
If you are interested in listening to some VERY NEW MUSIC and him on DemoListen click on the link brah!
Highlighting Social Media with Shira Lazar
We talk about the beginning of "Ten Minutes with Andrew and J.J." and how the internet has evolved with our new friend Shira Lazar.
S.O.P. (Save Our Podcast...you S.O.B's)
On Tuesday, Andrew proposed that if you our listeners didn't give us 5 listener emails in the next week, that he would start to make racist rants (which he named Nazi hour) a staple to all our podcasts. My point is simple, we need more emails from our fans. Its like a sinking boat full of holes, if we don't have those emails to fill in the holes, we will sink. We use your content to make the podcast not only for us, but for you. So listen to Andrew for once in your life and send us an email much like the one below. We appreciate it.
Dear George and Elaine,
I apologize for being an awful listener and even more awful friend. When I listen to you guys, I feel like I'm right there with you. Almost like we are one, or more like conjoined triplets. I almost feel like we are all brothers when I listen to your show... Well, Like JJ is my older brother and Andrew is like that younger brother who keeps dressing in Mom's clothes but nobody does anything about it so he grew up to be one of those "confused" teenagers who later blossomed into a gay podcast radio guy. Each podcast, I get to be a little piece of your life.
From this day on, I will share with you a little piece of my life at least weekly.
Did you see that Hank Baskett, former WR for the Eagles, was signed by the Colts? He may suck at football, but hey, he's fucking Kendra!
In MY life, today did not suck as bad as most days. For one, I got my 2 percent pay cut given back to me. That boosts my pay up from 1 piece of dogshit to 1.02 pieces of dogshit. Now I can afford to go watch Kings of Leon this Friday at Verizon Wireless. Wait, does that mean I can take a bag of shit to get in?
I think your Halloween party would be fun, but I don't think it'd be AS fun if all three of us dressed up like Bruno.. Maybe Andrew can dress as Lady Gaga?
I look forward to Nazi hour and the tote bag.
-McCready
Dear George and Elaine,
I apologize for being an awful listener and even more awful friend. When I listen to you guys, I feel like I'm right there with you. Almost like we are one, or more like conjoined triplets. I almost feel like we are all brothers when I listen to your show... Well, Like JJ is my older brother and Andrew is like that younger brother who keeps dressing in Mom's clothes but nobody does anything about it so he grew up to be one of those "confused" teenagers who later blossomed into a gay podcast radio guy. Each podcast, I get to be a little piece of your life.
From this day on, I will share with you a little piece of my life at least weekly.
Did you see that Hank Baskett, former WR for the Eagles, was signed by the Colts? He may suck at football, but hey, he's fucking Kendra!
In MY life, today did not suck as bad as most days. For one, I got my 2 percent pay cut given back to me. That boosts my pay up from 1 piece of dogshit to 1.02 pieces of dogshit. Now I can afford to go watch Kings of Leon this Friday at Verizon Wireless. Wait, does that mean I can take a bag of shit to get in?
I think your Halloween party would be fun, but I don't think it'd be AS fun if all three of us dressed up like Bruno.. Maybe Andrew can dress as Lady Gaga?
I look forward to Nazi hour and the tote bag.
-McCready
Diving Into the Life of Shira Lazar
Shira Lazar talks about her work as an entertainment reporter and the cool people she has met along the way.
What Show Would You Watch?
A & J talk about their favorite television shows, wondering if Burt Reynolds would approve.
New Studio Blues
Andrew and J.J. talk about their frustrations with the listeners and the amazing Halloween Party they are organizing for said listeners.
Andrew Visits the Space Needle?
Andrew talks to J.J. from the Space Needle in Seattle and J.J. talks about his amazing weekend with Ben Harper at the West Beach Music Festival.
2009.09.18
The guys discuss the awesomeness of cinema classics like Summer School and the Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
Moving and the wonderful place I call "U-haul"
My roommate Brandon Giorgio Smith and I moved into our new place a couple of weeks ago with the aid of Andrew Zuber, my partner in comedy. He pleasantly surprised me with a phone call that morning.
J.J: "Hello!"
Andrew: "Hey Thunder Cunt, you moving today?"
J.J.: "Yes kind sir, would you like to help?"
Andrew: "No, but how much are you gonna pay me?"
J.J.: "Well, I can feed you pizza...unless you want this $20 bill in my pocket that I was going to donate to the local Salvation Army."
Andrew: "The Salvation Army doesn't need your money. They get enough selling your old clothes...Hey! Why don't we take all this stuff to the Salvation Army and get some money for blow?"
J.J.: "Andrew, you know that I don't do anything illegal like drugs. Why would you think of selling my possessions for such a thing? At least give it to the kids...The KIDS man, you have to think about the KIDS."
Andrew: "Fuck that...I'll be over in ten."
When Andrew arrived, we proceeded to take a full sized couch up 3 flights of stairs along with a refrigerator, a love seat, a television and half a dozen dead hookers...you know, for sentimental value. This took most of the afternoon and we finished around 6:30p.m. While feeling like one of the hookers, we had just enough time to take the truck back to the U-haul.
Do you find it funny that when you show up to a U-haul, a gang of Mexicans will surround the car like people at the New York Stock exchange? They raise their hands asking how many, how much? How do you know which one to pick? The choices are endless. Do I pick the skinny one that can barely hold up that burrito? Or do I pick that big fat guy who looks like he can pick up 50 burritos? I have to hand it to them. They do respect your decision after the third time you say "No Thank you. I'm good."
Do you find it even stranger that when you come back to the U-haul they don't swarm the truck? Why not show me attention now? What if I came back to give them all a job? What if I had driven back with a box full of ice cream and food to give to their families, but the only stipulation was that they needed to show me some attention when I drove the truck into the lot? I guess they will never know what it feels like to have so much ice cream that it causes a brain freeze just by standing next to it.
J.J: "Hello!"
Andrew: "Hey Thunder Cunt, you moving today?"
J.J.: "Yes kind sir, would you like to help?"
Andrew: "No, but how much are you gonna pay me?"
J.J.: "Well, I can feed you pizza...unless you want this $20 bill in my pocket that I was going to donate to the local Salvation Army."
Andrew: "The Salvation Army doesn't need your money. They get enough selling your old clothes...Hey! Why don't we take all this stuff to the Salvation Army and get some money for blow?"
J.J.: "Andrew, you know that I don't do anything illegal like drugs. Why would you think of selling my possessions for such a thing? At least give it to the kids...The KIDS man, you have to think about the KIDS."
Andrew: "Fuck that...I'll be over in ten."
When Andrew arrived, we proceeded to take a full sized couch up 3 flights of stairs along with a refrigerator, a love seat, a television and half a dozen dead hookers...you know, for sentimental value. This took most of the afternoon and we finished around 6:30p.m. While feeling like one of the hookers, we had just enough time to take the truck back to the U-haul.
Do you find it funny that when you show up to a U-haul, a gang of Mexicans will surround the car like people at the New York Stock exchange? They raise their hands asking how many, how much? How do you know which one to pick? The choices are endless. Do I pick the skinny one that can barely hold up that burrito? Or do I pick that big fat guy who looks like he can pick up 50 burritos? I have to hand it to them. They do respect your decision after the third time you say "No Thank you. I'm good."Do you find it even stranger that when you come back to the U-haul they don't swarm the truck? Why not show me attention now? What if I came back to give them all a job? What if I had driven back with a box full of ice cream and food to give to their families, but the only stipulation was that they needed to show me some attention when I drove the truck into the lot? I guess they will never know what it feels like to have so much ice cream that it causes a brain freeze just by standing next to it.
2009.09.17
J.J. challenges Andrew to a game of Would You Rather; Andrew demonstrates a surprising amount of knowledge about football.
2009.09.16
Andrew mows his parent's lawn for the first time in 15 years; Nadav provides a video that will surely start a Jihad between Andrew and J.J.
We're Grounded, Captain
In an effort to relive my glory days, I have decided to dive into the journal I used to write on my computer and share some of the more memorable entries from the past. This one comes from June 28, 2006 and I believe it to be a real winner. If this doesn't inspire you to do great things, then nothing ever will. You're welcome.
-Andrew
It's currently 800 degrees in the sunny town of San Fernando, California. The dog melted hours ago and I just grilled a steak on the sidewalk. Across the street, little Mexican children are sitting in a plastic pool filled with boiling hot water that was in the freezer just five minutes ago.
In other news, I am faced with a MAJOR dilemma, seeing as how I am trapped inside while the trees in the front yard spontaneously combust. What's the dilemma, you ask? Well allow me to elaborate.
I bought Legos at Toys R Us. No, not when I was seven. This happened like three days ago. Because I fly planes, I needed an airport. Well they had one. I also may have purchased an airport fire truck because I don't have insurance and if a plane crashes into the entertainment center and bursts into flames, I need to be prepared.
Anyway - hey, stop laughing.
Anyway, I already had a much larger plane that I bought at Target some months back. Now my airport came with a slightly smaller plane. Let's say the big jet was a 737. The new jet was like a 707, or maybe a Gulfstream even. One of those nice business jets that rock stars and company CEOs and Mickey Mouse flies in. Me, being the visionary that I am, decided that it would be cost-effective if my Lego citizens could all fly on the same plane. Less fuel, less delays at the terminal, and so on and so forth. Maybe even create a little more leg room. Who knows?
So I embarked on one of the most massive engineering projects ever conceived in my living room. I decided to join the two planes together. This involved quite a lot of planning and Mountain Dew. The goal was to take the front and tail sections off of the smaller jet, open up the larger one in the middle, and insert the smaller section into the fuselage, thereby creating a super massive jumbo jet.
Well this all looked good on paper until I dove in and realized that I wasn't going to have the right sized pieces to complete the project. My initial concern had been how to support the tail section of the plane, which sits nearly six inches from the wheels. Would it hold? Would it be air-worthy? Would a fat Lego man cause it to break off in mid-flight, sending him plunging to his untimely death 3 foot below? As I worked, I put braces in so as to strenghten the entire body of the plane. By the time I had the base finished, this baby was massive. It was the Hummer of air transportation, the Titanic of flight, the Star Jones of mammoth aircraft. Well, Star Jones pre-surgery. Did you hear she's leaving the view? OMG. The feud between her and Barbara Walters makes me soooo sad. Anyway, separate blog.
So I sat on the floor, cross braces and windown pieces strewn about, the failed shell of an aircraft sitting in the middle. After much thought and consideration, I determined that the most logical course of action would be to re-assemble each aircraft.
Therein lies the problem. 'Cause I don't know how.
So I may be unreachable for the next few days as I work to mend Lego Land's crippled transportation system in anticipation of the upcoming holiday weekend.
Yeah, I'm 24. I don't wanna talk about it.
-Andrew
It's currently 800 degrees in the sunny town of San Fernando, California. The dog melted hours ago and I just grilled a steak on the sidewalk. Across the street, little Mexican children are sitting in a plastic pool filled with boiling hot water that was in the freezer just five minutes ago.
In other news, I am faced with a MAJOR dilemma, seeing as how I am trapped inside while the trees in the front yard spontaneously combust. What's the dilemma, you ask? Well allow me to elaborate.
I bought Legos at Toys R Us. No, not when I was seven. This happened like three days ago. Because I fly planes, I needed an airport. Well they had one. I also may have purchased an airport fire truck because I don't have insurance and if a plane crashes into the entertainment center and bursts into flames, I need to be prepared.
Anyway - hey, stop laughing.
Anyway, I already had a much larger plane that I bought at Target some months back. Now my airport came with a slightly smaller plane. Let's say the big jet was a 737. The new jet was like a 707, or maybe a Gulfstream even. One of those nice business jets that rock stars and company CEOs and Mickey Mouse flies in. Me, being the visionary that I am, decided that it would be cost-effective if my Lego citizens could all fly on the same plane. Less fuel, less delays at the terminal, and so on and so forth. Maybe even create a little more leg room. Who knows?
So I embarked on one of the most massive engineering projects ever conceived in my living room. I decided to join the two planes together. This involved quite a lot of planning and Mountain Dew. The goal was to take the front and tail sections off of the smaller jet, open up the larger one in the middle, and insert the smaller section into the fuselage, thereby creating a super massive jumbo jet.
Well this all looked good on paper until I dove in and realized that I wasn't going to have the right sized pieces to complete the project. My initial concern had been how to support the tail section of the plane, which sits nearly six inches from the wheels. Would it hold? Would it be air-worthy? Would a fat Lego man cause it to break off in mid-flight, sending him plunging to his untimely death 3 foot below? As I worked, I put braces in so as to strenghten the entire body of the plane. By the time I had the base finished, this baby was massive. It was the Hummer of air transportation, the Titanic of flight, the Star Jones of mammoth aircraft. Well, Star Jones pre-surgery. Did you hear she's leaving the view? OMG. The feud between her and Barbara Walters makes me soooo sad. Anyway, separate blog.
So I sat on the floor, cross braces and windown pieces strewn about, the failed shell of an aircraft sitting in the middle. After much thought and consideration, I determined that the most logical course of action would be to re-assemble each aircraft.
Therein lies the problem. 'Cause I don't know how.
So I may be unreachable for the next few days as I work to mend Lego Land's crippled transportation system in anticipation of the upcoming holiday weekend.
Yeah, I'm 24. I don't wanna talk about it.
2009.09.14
The guys podcast for the first time from different locals as Andrew ventures to Seattle and hangs out with Def Leppard, then constantly name drops throughout the show.
2009.09.11
Andrew shares his open mic experience with comedian Daniel Tosh; The guys bid farewell to their old studio.
2009.09.10
The guys move a large couch up three flights of stairs; J.J. introduces the world to one of the most priceless music videos the Gulf Coast has ever seen.
2009.09.09
Andrew talks about his dream office, J.J. shoots it down. They also play two more songs from Klum.
2009.09.08
The guys discuss Klum's upcoming gig at the Knitting Factory and play two songs from the new album.
2009.09.07
Andrew and J.J. talk about their Labor Day Plans. Andrew continues to talk about the only Friends spin off while J.J. finds a way to kill himself.
J.J. here!
What I love is when you get a voice mail with information left in a message. For example, Bobby calls me and asks "What are you doing tomorrow night?" I, in turn call him back, and tell him, "Nothing with you, I don't hang out with 'your kind.'"
Now many people (and I am guilty of this as well) leave a message that just says,"Hey This is _________, call me when you get a chance." In most circumstances, this common practice is unnecessary. If you see that you have a missed call in your "missed calls" section of your phone, you should just have the common sense to call the person back when you get a chance. A message is not really needed.
Secondly, I received something the other day that was a first for me. A "Call Me" message in my EMAIL! What the fuck? How about you write out what you want to say? If I deem it necessary to respond to you by phone, I will. Otherwise, I will reply to your EMAIL. The best part about writing a "Call Me" email is that the energy used in writing the email could have been used to press 9 to 10 little keys on a TELEPHONE and got me directly. But alas, I'm sure they would have gotten my voice mail and then left a "Call Me" voice mail...
2009.09.04
Mad Men star Mary Anne McGarry talks about working on the Emmy-nominated series and her opportunity to teach actors about making the transition from the stage to the screen.
2009.09.03
Actress Mary Anne McGarry talks with the guys about her role in the film Post Grad; She shares her experience working with director Vicky Jenson, who was making her transition from animated films including Shrek and Shark Tale to live action features.
2009.09.02
Andrew comes up with an idea for a reality show that will take the state of Florida by storm; J.J. decides to wear a tux for the rest of his life.
2009.09.01
The guys spend FAR too much time discussing cardboard boxes before experiencing one of their genuine psychic moments on the air for the first time.
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