So Much Mis-Information: Bob’s not Dead and the DOTL isn’t Engaged. We Think.

By:

The Dude on the Right

In that last week I heard a friend of mine got engaged and another one died. 
So much for proper communication.

First the death that didn’t happen.

The
e-mail subject simply read "Bob died."  I know a few Bob’s, but only one
came to mind from the person who sent this e-mail to me and my buddy Stu Gotz. 
I met Stu before I got a chance to read the e-mail myself, he mentioned the
e-mail, and it was a bummer.  We both knew Bob had his health problems, but
it was still sort of shock.  The problem came because our buddy who sent
the e-mail, Fruitcake, didn’t add a last name in the subject line, only
forwarding along the e-mail he received, and Stu didn’t read the supplementary
parts of the e-mail, namely that which would have given the last name. 
Nope, Stu assumed it was the Bob we were familiar with, but luckily we both
found out that this Bob was one we knew from ten year’s ago and not the Bob we
were thinking of, before we spread the word out, which would have gotten to the
Bob we know, who would have probably said "But I’m not dead."

And no, the DOTL
is not engaged.  Either.  We think.

What’s a good reason to go to
Las Vegas?  Why a bachelor party, of course, and late last week Stu got a
text message from Wimp stating a quick trip was being planned to the land of
gambling and boobs for the bachelor party of the DOTL.  Damn, we didn’t
even know the DOTL was engaged!  Stu investigated, or rather contacted
Wimp, who said the DOTL was planning to elope with Trash at the end of March,
getting married during an already planned trip to Vegas, so he was working to
put together a quick bachelor party weekend for the DOTL and all of his friends. 
Stu had lots of plans for the upcoming weekend already set up but quickly worked
to cancel them, mostly because Mama Gotz told him to get his ass to Vegas (trust
me, that does not happen often), and me, well, I did some quick investigating
realizing I couldn’t afford a trip to Sin City on short notice (damn airfare),
that, and I’m afraid of losing all of my money on a Blackjack table and, well,
fake boobs scare me (I suppose they would scare me less have I had the chance to
feel them, but sadly,

Vegas strippers only seem to let other women feel them, or at least Trash
). 
I even almost posted a "Congratulations DOTL & Trash" blog over the weekend, but
then feared what if Whammy read the post and didn’t know about the engagement? 
Stu still seemed to be getting innuendos of upcoming nuptials, but something
didn’t seem right so I had to get Trash involved in this rumor, sending off a
quick e-mail, to which she squashed the story of the wedding plans, pretty much
throwing Wimp under the bus.

It seems Wimp, not knowing how to "justify" for
Mrs. Wimp a quick trip to Las Vegas for him and his friends, instead decided
using the DOTL getting engaged and needing a bachelor party was the way to go. 
I’m not sure how he’ll explain things to her when the DOTL and Trash don’t
actually get married, but I’m thinking he’s also got that figured out, unless
Mrs. Wimp reads my blogs (which I’m pretty sure she doesn’t), in which case,
Wimp, I’m sorry.

Important plans almost got changed, maybe I could have
conquered my fears, felt fake boobs (if only allowed, of course), and lost all
of my money in the casino, but the next time, Wimp, you can tell Mrs. Wimp
anything you want, just fill us in on the "truth" so we don’t blow it for
others.  That is, unless the DOTL and Trash are now lying and plan to get
married at the end of March.  Or maybe it’s just the DOTL is lying, and was
hoping to get married at the end of March.  Or maybe no one is getting
married, but we should all just plan a great trip to Vegas at the end of March.

At least, right now, Stu and I know the Bob we thought was, isn’t dead, and the
DOTL we thought was, isn’t engaged.  Right now, all we do know, is Stupid
Wimp.

That’s it for this one! 
I’m The Dude on the Right!!  L8R!!!

What’s New? A Podcast of: Stu & The Dude’s Weekend Wrap-Up! At the Movies, Watching the Grammy’s, A Song Not for The Grammy’s, and The Dude isn’t a Pimp.

Stu Gotz and The Dude on the Right finally got back together for their “Weekend Wrap-Up!” podcast, maybe just to stay warm. The Dude talks about The Grammy Awards and then spotlights a song that probably has no chance to win one, while Stu worries if his kids should see “The Spiderwick Chonicles.” The Dude can’t help with the “Spider” movie, but he does tell Stu about “Fool’s Gold” and the Vince Vaughn comedy movie, while Stu saw “Atonement” and “The Nanny Diaries,” but warns The Dude that those who hire a nanny might not get the funny of the latter.

Stu & The Dude’s Weekend Wrap-Up! At the Movies, Watching the Grammy’s, A Song Not for The Grammy’s, and The Dude isn’t a Pimp.

By:

The Dude on the Right

Maybe it took the bone-chilling cold, or maybe the threat of snow, or just the
never-ending winter, but whatever the reason Stu Gotz and I were able to get
back together for a new episode of

“Stu & The Dude’s Weekend Wrap-Up!” podcast
. First off, I won’t apologize
for offending anyone with some of our content for this podcast because it is
labeled “Mature,” but Stu is pissed at the ongoing writer’s strike and he can’t
take it anymore. Meanwhile I give some quick Grammy Award talk followed by
spotlighting a song by
Riskay – The
Drama Queen
, which most likely has no shot in hell at winning a Grammy
Award. And no, I’m not a pimp.

But as is usually the case with our weekend wrap-up we also talk about
movies. Stu mentions his seeing the movie “Atonement” in the theater and
catching “The Nanny Diaries” via his Netflix queue, while I get to break the
news to him that the Paris Hilton movie “The Hottie & The Nottie” didn’t do too
well at the theaters, but I did see

“Fool’s Gold”
and

“Vince Vaughn’s Wild West Comedy Show….”
We also discuss

“The Spiderwick Chronicles”
because Stu’s kids want to see the flick. It is
rated PG, but Stu wonders just how kid-friendly it is especially after his
disaster in letting his kids see

“Zathura.”

Here’s
for hope and
thanks for listening!

That’s it for this one!  I’m The Dude on the Right!!  L8R!!!

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What’s New? A Movie Review of “Fool’s Gold.”

The Dude on the Right went to see “Fool’s Gold,” and guess what? That’s right, he wrote a review. The Dude’s always had a thing for Kate Hudson, and now he has a thing for Alexis Dziena, he just wishes the movie was rated R. As far as the movie goes, you will get exactly what you will probably expect, The Dude just wishes the film people could have made up their minds if that should be comedy or adventure.

What’s New? A Movie Review of “Vince Vaughn’s Wild West Comedy Show.”

The Dude on the Right was looking for some laughs, and he got them when he went to see ” Vince Vaughn’s Wild West Comedy Show: 30 Days & 30 Nights – Hollywood to the Heartland.” The title might be long, but the movie is a great look at 30 days, and nights, with four comics and some special guests thrown in for good measure. A word of warning: If you are a blue-hair who doesn’t like the F-Bomb please stay away from this movie, or just get through it to realize that comics are people, too.

My Dream Woman at The Post Office

By:

The Dude on the Right

As is part of my problem in life I’m shy.  The other problem is that I
don’t know the right thing to say until maybe 30 minutes later.  That case
in point came about during a visit to The Post Office today when I had the
chance to maybe meet the woman of my dreams.  There she was, waiting for
some Passport help, her paperwork in hand, and doing some texting.  And as
people are wont to do these days, then she starts a conversation on her cell
phone.  Now there are times when people try to be discreet when they’re on
the phone in public, but not my girl, dressed in tight jeans, a tight shirt, and
a giant, silver belt.  Nope, she wanted everyone waiting in line at the
post office to know that she was planning on going to Buffalo Wild Wings tonight
because they have some drink specials, and she was pissed at her friend. 
She was so pissed, in fact, that she told all of us he had called her the
P-word, was upset he asked if she was having sex with some other dude, then in
her conversation dropped an "F" him," and an "F" that "S," of course not using
the shortened version of the words, but the full-blown F-Bomb and S-Bomb. 
What a woman of class!  What a woman for me!  What a woman I couldn’t
take home to meet mom!

And at the time I couldn’t think of a thing to say.

Sadly there weren’t any little kids around so I couldn’t go up to her and ask
her to watch her language (for the children, of course), and sadly I was in the
line to get stamps rather than get a passport so I couldn’t strike up the
conversation of where she might be going.  Also, from her conversation, it
sounded like she might be in college, at least I assume so because she talked
about some classes she was taking and it would be kind of sad if she were 21
years old and still in high school, so maybe I could have offered to help her
with some of her classes.

And then, sadly, while she was still in
mid-conversation, I finally got my stamps and had to leave my dream woman
behind.

It was then, thirty minutes later, when I figured out how I could have
made my move: "Excuse me, can you tell me what Buffalo Wild Wings you will be at tonight and at what time?  I would really like to buy a woman of your class a
drink."

Looks like I let another great girl slip away.  Damn.

That’s it for this one! 
I’m The Dude on the Right!!  L8R!!!

What’s New? A Podcast of: Idol’s Going to Hollywood, “Survivor” Has Fake Boobs, and Why I Voted for Barack Obama, and a DVD Review of “Once.”

The Dude on the Right is still trying to get settled in to doing DVD reviews, so this time he watched a movie he already loved, and still loves, and thinks you might love, namely the movie “Once.” He also did a solo podcast about hope, where he hopes Paula Abdul finally gives good audio now that “American Idol” is going to Hollywood, hopes the dudettes with the fake boobs stay awhile on “Survivor: Micronesia,” and as much as he hopes for the future of the United States, he also gives, during the podcast, some reasons why he likes Barack Obama over Hillary Clinton. Bring on John McCain!

Idol’s Going to Hollywood, “Survivor” Has Fake Boobs, and Why I Voted for Barack Obama.

By:

The Dude on the Right


This Thursday podcast
gives me reason for hope.  One part of hope deals
with the fact that "American Idol" is now moving on to Hollywood, where
hopefully Paula Abdul will go into full Paula mode, complete with sound clips
making podcasts just a little more exciting.  A second part of hope goes
along with the new season of "Survivor: Micronesia," where we have favorites vs.
fans, but more importantly, we have more women with fake boobs than ever before,
and the hope that they last for most of the season.

I suppose not really a
reason for hope, but this election season is showing just how messed up our
election process is.  Conservative Republicans, or at least those who are
the supposed voices of the conservative Republicans, don’t seem to like John
McCain, but now that Mitt Romney has bowed out of the race they are thinking of
rallying their troops to vote for Hillary Clinton so that she will be the
Democratic nominee.  Why?  Because they think McCain has a better
chance of beating Hillary rather than Barack Obama.  And I’ll admit it
here, I voted for Barack Obama in the Illinois primary last Tuesday, partly for
the hope of what he stands for, but maybe more so for a different reason that I
try to detail during the podcast.

And as a last bid for hope, here’s hoping
Stu Gotz and I get back together on Monday for a Weekend Wrap-Up Podcast, where
I hope he likes a new song I found that I’m going to preview for him.

Here’s
for hope and

thanks for listening!

That’s it for this one!  I’m The Dude on the Right!!  L8R!!!

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I’ve Suddenly Realized I’m All Over the Internet World, and I Don’t Know Why.

By:

The Dude on the Right

The Super Bowl is over and we found out that Bill Belichick must have had an
important meeting to get to at the end of the game.  Super Tuesday is over,
and I feel bad for my mom because Ohio seems to be a pivotal state again in a
Presidential election and that means she will be bombarded with ads for both
Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama.  I also read they are even planning to
hold a debate in The Buckeye State – lucky O. Hi. O.  And speaking of ads,
one of the latest iPhone ads touts the ability of using your iPhone with
Facebook.  I would like to admit that the ad enticed me to set up a
Facebook identity, but I actually set one up over the weekend, before the ad ran

And I don’t know why.

I say "I don’t know why" mostly because I should
just use this website to say anything I have to say, but suddenly I have found
that I have a presence in multiple locations in the internet world, and maybe
it’s starting to get out of control.

Early on I was able to give myself the
same name on a variety of IM sites, places like AOL, Yahoo!, Google, Messenger,
and Skype, hoping to, I don’t know, instant message people, but then I found
that I rarely did, even when my "buddies" were online.  Now I just check
the sites every month or so to keep them active, but I’m still hoping to utilize
the "talk" feature of one of them to let you, if you listen to my podcast,
actually "call" in during a podcast recording (let
me know
if you might be interested in being a part of a future podcast).

I’m also a member of a music message board that is very informative, and I love
to read, but I rarely post because by the time I read something and have an
opinion about it, someone has already posted the same opinion I have (and I hate
to be a "Me, too!" kind of poster), or worse, someone misunderstands what I was
trying to say, posts that I am scum, and I don’t have time to get in a message
board shouting match trying to explain my point of view.

I have a
MySpace page
that I try to blog about things I don’t think entertainment readers care about,
mostly about my struggles with losing weight, and every now and then throw a
comment to my sister, niece, or nephew, but in the land of MySpace I only have
85 friends, and lately the only friend requests I get are to be the friend of
some hot chick trying to get me to join her web site where I can only assume she
gets naked if I give her my credit card number.

We, meaning the Entertainment
Ave! website, have a
presence in Second Life
, a virtual world that has recently been rocked with
a bank scandal (it can even happen in the virtual world), and at the time when I
bought some virtual land and built a couple of virtual buildings, I had plans on
how to use it, namely as a gathering place for people to talk about concerts,
movies, and TV, complete with a virtual bar called Squirrelly Georges.  I
actually have two names in Second Life, one for business (DudeOnRight Mannonen)
and one for fun (Drewman Zapedzki, and not that kind of fun, even though you can
have sex in the virtual world), but sadly I haven’t been building much there
lately though I’m hoping to change that now that I have digital versions of all
of my concert photos (more on that in a later blog).

I also have a
LinkedIn
account
which has actually helped me re-connect with some college friends,
and I’m included in an internet social site for the fraternity I am member of,
Theta Xi.  I was a member of a Yahoo! Group for the those from the class of
1985 of Lorain Catholic High School, but I opted out of that when one of my
classmates decided that every day was a day to post about his political beliefs. 
I’m tempted to rejoin just to see if he has toned things down a bit on his
postings.  I also have a Classmates account, though I haven’t visited that
site in over a year because I don’t want to spend the few bucks to get "better
info" on old classmates, although, sometimes, I am tempted to see where an old
girlfriend might be.

And if that isn’t enough of an internet presence, now
that I’m done with digitizing my concert photos, I’ve been thinking about
setting up a Flickr account as I digitize the rest of the photos I have, many of
which will deal with photos from college, photos from high school, photos I took
for the hell of it, and photos of days before I was born so that relatives and
friends around the world could see them.  The monkey-wrench thrown into
this, though, is what the hell would I do with that account in the end, and now
that Microsoft is trying to buy Yahoo!, do I want Microsoft, somehow, in charge
of my pictures?

And don’t get me started on the various RSS feeds I read.

If
that isn’t enough more, now that I’m a member of

Facebook
I’m not really sure what to do there, either, or whom I should poke
(you can do that on Facebook, but do I really want to "poke" people?). 
Maybe it’s just that I want to be the coolest 40 year old with a presence all
over the world, or at least through the internet, but the crappy part is that
most of the 40ish year old friends I would like to re-connect with, well, they
don’t seem to be as cool as I am and don’t have accounts on MySpace, Facebook,
LinkedIn, Second Life, various IM sites, or the world.

Maybe I should just
Google them, or get younger friends. 

That’s it for this one! 
I’m The Dude on the Right!!  L8R!!!

What’s New? A Podcast of: Lot’s of Super Talk About a Bowl and Voting, Bob’s House Was the Best, and I Could Be A Stripper.

For another Monday The Dude on the Right is flying solo for a weekend wrap-up podcast, but that’s okay because this podcast is all about Super. The Dude talks about the Super Bowl, about Super (thanks for asking) Tuesday, his almost being a Super Stripper, and Super Bowl commercials. And speaking of those Super Bowl commercials, he thinks the most creative of the bunch actually came during the Super Bowl Pre-Game, a spot titled “Bob’s House” from Pepsi, which The Dude thinks they actually screwed up just tad. The hell with Justin Timberlake, if Pepsi wanted to make a stir they should have run “Bob’s House” during the big game, without the pre-explaination of what it was about.