We're in Repeats... (Part 1)

The strike is still on, kids, so there's no new surrealism from Dan and Vince... But it would be unfair for us to deny you of alll surrealism.

So we present repeats:

ON STRIKE!

I'm not supposed to be writing (apparently) but I wanted to let everyone know that Dan and Vince on behalf of the Practicing Surrealists Union of America (PSUA) will be on strike to show their support for the Writer's Guild of America.

What does this mean? Well, we're not going to be doing any surrealing until the WGA gets what they want.

Unity, Forever! Non-Unity, Never!

Oh, yeah, also, we have an art show coming up soon... more on that later... but that doesn't count as us 'working' see because, uh- hey, look at that over there!!!

Dan.

Great Moments in Wikipedia Vandalism, Part 3

This showed up on the Wikipedia entry for sitcom creator Chuck Lorre, no doubt in honor of his new show on CBS, The Big Bang Theory.

We can't decide who we think is madder -- this guy at Chuck Lorre, or that guy back in March who was mad at Larry Charles after Borat came out. You be the judge.

Unlike most sitcom show runners, Lorre takes a "hands on" approach to writing each episode. Even though the show has a staff of writers, he doesn't trust their talent or expertise and instead writes every episode in the "writers room." And rather than give individual writers credit on episodes (and appropriate residuals, or royalties) he and his co-show-runners put their names on every script, guaranteeing them more money than their already exorbitant executive producer salaries.

Lorre has been regularly despised and feared by his production staffs for years, and continues to intimidate the people who work for him as well as the networks and production companies who employ him, in order to compensate for his own insecurities.

Dan.

Great Moments in Wikipedia Thievery, Part I

As our loyal readers well know, Dan has been offering up a series of blogs called "Great Moments in Wikipedia Vandalism" for months now. He spends hours upon hours that might be more productively spent sleeping (where do you think a Surrealist's ideas come from?), fooding, YouTubing, MySpacing, IMing, or banging pots and pans together combing through the 1,989,575 articles on Wikipedia, all for your benefit.

Now it comes to our attention that The Onion has been reading and repurposing Dan's blogs without giving appropriate credit.

Here's the Onion story:

Hard To Tell If Wikipedia Entry On Dada Has Been Vandalized Or Not

August 20, 2007 | Issue 43•34

ZURICH, SWITZERLAND—The Wikipedia entry on Dada—the World War I–era "anti-art" movement characterized by random nonsense words, bizarre photocollage, and the repurposing of pre-existing material to strange and disturbing effect—may or may not have been severely vandalized, sources said Monday.

"This is either totally messed up or completely accurate," said Reed College art history major Ted Brendon. "There's a mustache drawn on the photo of Marcel Duchamp, the font size keeps changing, and halfway through, the type starts going in a circle. Also, the majority of the actual entry is made up of Krazy Kat cartoons with abstract poetry written in the dialogue balloons."

The fact that the web page continually reverts to a "normal" state, observers say, is either evidence that ongoing vandalization is being deleted through vigilant updating, or a deliberate statement on the impermanence of superficial petit-bourgeois culture in the age of modernity.

So a pair of Surrealists run an ongoing column on Wikipedia Vandalism, and all of a sudden a humor magazine runs a piece on Wikipedia Vandalism and Dada? I don't think it takes out-of-the-ordinary mental acuity to see the connection here. Next thing you know, they're going to scoop us on finding the Greatest Pimp in the World.

Mr. Onion, I hope you're happy. I'm having to do this post because I can't get Dan to stop crying. Or, more literally, I can't get him to stop IMing me "boo-hoo. boo-hoo. boo-hoo." It's gotten to where I can't get any work done a-t'all.

We don't object, we merely ask that you cite sources. And by sources, we mean us.

Vince out.

Just FYI: The Greatest Pimp in the World

For those of you who have been searching tirelessly, you can stop -- Dan and I have found the Greatest Pimp in the World.

We were driving up La Brea this morning, and sitting at the light right in front of Grey Goose Framing, where they've got the giant Gort statue in the window, and that's when it happened.

A guy in a silver 4Runner cut us off, but we didn't get mad, because we immediately understood that we were in the presence of greatness. Behind the wheel was a white guy wearing a bandana on his head and then a ball cap on top of that, he had sunglasses on that looked like ski goggles, and had one of those hands-free cell phone things dangling from his ear. Not Bluetooth, no, the dinky little cord-thing with a microphone that looks like a peanut about halfway down it. Then, on his back window, was an alumni sticker from "The Universtiy of Pimpin" and his licence plate read "HAREM." And I turned to Dan and said "That tears it. Greatest Pimp in the World." We high-fived and then stopped for Slurpees at the next block.

Sure, some of you might be thinking "No white guy could be the Greatest Pimp in the World," or "Are you sure he actually GRADUATED from the University of Pimpin?" or "If he's the Greatest Pimp in the World, why was he clearly living out of his 4Runner with all of his clothes hanging up in the back and a rolled-up sleeping bag on the back seat?"

See, that's just how he rolls. Humility and Greatness, they go together like Pimps and Hos.


Vince out.

These Things Come in Threes...

First Ingmar Bergman, then Michelangelo Antonioni... well we all know that these things come in threes.

So who's it going to be?

Which world famous auteur are we going to lose next?

Post your predictions below.

Dan.

Our Only Bergman Story

Like many of you, we are saddened at the death of Ingmar Bergman, who was quite possibly the world's greatest living filmmaker. Our lights are all a bit dimmer for his passing. Having never met Bergman, we leave you with this (true) story in lieu of a personal remembrance:

As many of you know, a few years ago, a film school student made a documentary about Dan and I, in which he followed me to a park where I performed as a "Surrealist Mime," which meant that I talked to a bunch of people and refused to juggle. If you haven't seen the clip, you can go here to watch the video.

Now, when I was in college, I audited a Films of Ingmar Bergman class taught by this woman who was from Yonkers or somewhere but just happened to speak Swedish. From watching Bergman movies, I myself happen to know a little Swedish. It is this (and forgive the spelling): "Nay tak, mur. Jag er durden." Which translates as "No thank you, mother. I am death."

So we're at the park, but we're finished and heading back to the van, and as we're walking out, I see this woman bobbing toward us. It is the Yonkers-woman from the Bergman class. And because she is one of those people who believes themselves to be funny when they are, in fact, not, she says to me "Nice tan," I'm assuming because she thinks it will prompt me to do a flip.

No flips, though, and I reply "Thanks." She gets this effronted look on her face and yells "You're not supposed to talk!"

To which I reply "Jag er durden."

Here's the thing: She didn't recognize me. I was a total stranger to her. Plus, we were in Texas, and she is, I am quite certain, the only person in Texas who speaks Swedish. So she's all "doo-doodoo," walking to the park one day and she sees this mime, who looks at her and tells her in a language only she understands "I am death."

She froze on the spot. I kept walking like nothing had happened. I haven't seen her since, but I'm sure that to this day she has an abiding and deeply realized fear of mimes, and heads the other way every time she sees one.

Wouldn't you?

So good night, Ingmar Bergman, and thank you.


Vince out.

Some Amazing Jokes...

Last night we came across issue four of "Britain's First Alternative Kid's Comic" Acne.

Here are some jokes from the Daft Jokes section of the magazine, and... Wow! There are some really great jokes in here.

"What have an apple and and an orange got in common?"
"Neither of them are orange except the orange."

"What has two legs and bleeds?"
"Half a dog"

"Wot's the definition of a snail?"
"A bogie wearing a crash helmet"

"Knock, knock"
"Who's there"
"Fred"
"Fred who?"
"Clint Eastwood"

"How do you make a dog drink?"
"Liquidize it"

"Why did the skeleton burp?"
"'Cuz he didn't have the guts to fart."

"Why did E.T. kill himself?"
"Because he got his phone bill"

"What's red and invisible?"
"No tomatoes"

Dan.

Reader E-mail: "Hey!"

Today's e-mail comes from MySpace user Brookyln.

Hey! How are you? Looking for a date? Tons of people sign-up for this dating website that helps them find people in their area...And if you want a date this weekend, check it out. It's free and there's tons of people signing up. Copy/paste this link -- http://www.thefsw.com/dating -- in your browser to check it out! Bye!

Our response:

Damn dude, this is absolutely amaze!

Just the other day I was all "Hey" and then Vince was all "yo" and then I was all "hey" then he said "yo" a couple more times. Then evench, we got to talking and we talking about how we should totally get our shoes into these ass-y dating services. I'll paste this link directly into the browser rectangle hole.

Then I will be there.

Is that how the computer works?

I don't know how the computer works.

E-mail me back, I'm curious.

Curious about how the computer works.

Dan.

"...fooding..."

So here's the set-up at La Casa* de Dan and Vince, my computer is in my bedroom, Vince's is in his room.

We exchange IMs through out the day about, you know, whatever... what's on TV, funny links, you know...

Anyway, today Vince went into the kitchen to get some Go-Tarts** and noticed that the sink was running, filling up and spilling onto the floor.

He did what any responsible renter would do, he ran into his room and IMed me. Here is that conversation:

VINCE: Kitchen is fooding.
DAN: Oh crap!

(Dan has left the chat)
(Dan has joined the chat)

DAN: I got the food out of there.
VINCE: Ok.
DAN: So no worries there roomie.
VINCE: Um...
DAN: Yeah.
VINCE: Did you turn the sink off?
DAN: No.
DAN: Did you need me to?
DAN: I wish you woulda told me, I was just in the kitchen.
VINCE: What did you do in the kitchen?
DAN: I'm not going back in there.
DAN: I was getting the food out.
VINCE: Why?
DAN: The kitchen was fooding, and I didn't want it to food any of our food.
VINCE: Food?
DAN: Yeah, the stuff you eat.
VINCE: I mean food (verb)?
DAN: Eating or using food, you call that fooding.
VINCE: No you don't.
DAN: ?
VINCE: You call it eating.
DAN: Oh.
DAN: Oh crap.

(Dan has left the chat)
(Dan has joined the chat)

VINCE: What did you just do?
DAN: I put the food back in there.
VINCE: Did you turn the sink off?
DAN: No.
DAN: Don't worry.

(Dan has left the chat)
(Vince has left the chat)
(Dan has joined the chat)
(Vince has joined the chat)

DAN: That was weird that we both went to the kitchen just then.
VINCE: Yeah.
DAN: I really like Go-Tarts.
VINCE: Me too.
DAN: I like fooding them.

That's all folks.

Dan.

* Casa means apartment, right?
** Like Pop-Tarts, but for when you're on the go. Personally I think a better name would be Portab-a-tarts, but that's just me.

This Thing I Saw Once...

... was probably the most awful thing I have ever seen.

It was awful.

You don't want to know anything else.

Trust me.

Dan.

Petition: Keep Paris in Jail for Longer!

In light of Paris Hilton's recent posting of a petition urging her fans to help keep her out of jail, we felt that we should speak up on behalf of those who would very much like to see her go to jail and stay there.

To that end, we created another petition addressed to Governor Schwarzenegger asking that he actually lengthen Paris' sentence.  Please visit and sign the petition Here.

Thank you.

 

Reader E-mail: "Can you explain this"

Today's reader e-mail comes from Lorna, who, judging by the subject line, apparently wants us to explain something to her. Let's see what Lorna has to say:

Want fuck by your pennis with tall woman? Visit www.2211122. And add COM after
dot at the end.

Yes. Yes we do Lorna. Thanks for asking.

Dan.

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200th MySpace Friend Spectacular (with giveaways!)

Friends, have we got a deal for you!

As you may not have noticed, but we did, we now have over 200 friends on MySpace (cue canned applause)! That would be pretty meagre and disappointing if we were, say, a graphic novel-derived movie featuring guys with big abs, but since we are but meagre Surrealists with disappointing abs, we feel great!

So, as a thank you, we have decided to give back to our fan-munity. Here's what you do: Shoot us a message via this MySpace doohickey answering the following question:

What?

Include your address (which we will never use for any purpose except this giveaway - we swear on the grave of Luis Bunuel), and we'll send you a fabulous prize (cue canned applesause)!

Prizes may include, but are not limited to: A tempremental pedometer from a box of Special K cereal, an Anti- records CD sampler I found, or possibly a cute picture of a baby. You can also try requesting your prize, if you want. No telling what you'll wind up getting (and Lord knows it won't be what you asked for), but we'd enjoy hearing the kinds of things people want for doing very little these days.

We're serious, so happy question-answering.

Vince out.

Rest in Peace, Mr. Vonnegut

So it goes.

Be kind.

Great Moments in Wikipedia Vandalism, Part 2

Alright, I'll tell you right now, today's vandalism isn't as great as last times, but it did occur on the surrealism article, so I feel we're responsible for bringing it to you.

Here's an excerpt from the original article.

The [[Bureau of Surrealist Research]] (Centrale Surréaliste) was the Paris office where the Surrealist writers and artists gathered to meet, hold discussions, and conduct interviews with the goal of investigating speech under trance.

Here's the same section, post-vandalism:

The [[Bureau of Surrealist Research]] (Centrale Surréaliste) was the Paris office where the Surrealist writers and artists gathered to meet, hold discussions, and conduct interviews with the goal of investigating speech under trance.

Love Kandace && Karrly

Thanks for reading!

Dan.

What Surreal Ain't

You hear the word “surreal” tossed around a lot these days, usually incorrectly, so here’s a quick primer, with real examples, on when we ought and ought not use the word “surreal.”

Any time you hear the word “surreal” used by an eyewitness of anything – Incorrect
Clouds swirling in a tight spiral, reaching down from the sky, and causing irreparable damage – That’s called “a tornado.”
People killed in sudden, unexpected ways – That’s called “tragic.”
Visiting somewhere in the world you never thought you’d go – That’s called “buying an airplane ticket.”
Winning a sporting event you thought you’d lose – That’s called “unexpected.”

The list goes on and you get the idea. Now for some recent, specific examples:

The VH1 Program “The Surreal Life” – Incorrect.
There’s nothing surreal about the least-known Arquette sibling and George Jefferson living in a house together unless they’re forced to strap donkeys to pianos and drag them across the living room. We all know what this show really is, so they might as well call a thing by its name: “Washed-Up Has-Been Real World Knockoff on a Competing Network.”

L.A. Times Travel Section headline – Incorrect
From the March 21 L.A. Times: “LAS VEGAS, THE CITY OF SURREAL SHOPPING. Shopping for that perfect G-string? Seeking the definitive NBA tipsheet — or a zebra-striped chaise longue shaped like a platform shoe?” I don’t want to speculate about what truly surreal shopping might be, but I know it would be far more frightening than going somewhere and exchanging money for tacky goods. Apart from the price tags, that’s the same kind of decidedly real shopping that happens at Wal-Marts all across the country every day. Always.

And here’s a shocking one from today’s St. Petersburg (FL) Times:
Headline: DALI MUSEUM’S START A BIT SURREAL ITSELF – Incorrect
The Salvador Dali Museum in Tampa Bay is celebrating its 25th anniversary. The museum began in 1982 in an abandoned marine warehouse as a venue to showcase the large Dali collection of Eleanor and Reynolds Morse. For the first five years, things didn’t go so well, but then they hired a new museum director in 1987, and he got the museum on its feet. The proper adjective to describe this story isn’t “surreal.” A better choice would be “mundane.”

Now in 1982, Dali was still alive. Knowing that, let’s see how we could fix this article, and make their application of the word “surreal” more appropriate:

“In 1982, Salvador Dali crossed the Atlantic in a homemade version of one of Leonardo DaVinci’s flying machines, and landed on the roof of an abandoned marine warehouse in Tampa Bay, Florida. After the hazardous journey, the 78-year-old Dali nearly succumbed to starvation and exhaustion, and was forced to eat his moustache to stay alive. A group of visiting pygmies attending a scuba diving academy found Dali and helped him turn the wreckage of his flying machine into a memorial to the amazing solo trip before helping him to a nearby zoo, where the artist was spoon-fed lemon ices until he regained his strength and attained return passage to Spain in exchange for doing a series of commercials for Braniff Airlines. Moved by the story of Dali’s trip, Eleanor and Reynolds Morse bought a number of his paintings and placed them in the abandoned Tampa warehouse, using only a hand-painted sign reading “Live Bait” as advertising. Now, 25 years later, the Salvador Dali Museum has become a cultural landmark.”

Now that would’ve been surreal.

Vince out.

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Great Moments in Wikipedia Vandalism, Part 1

While we don't support Wikipedia Vandalism, we do appreciate the fact that it can sometimes go beyond misinformation and potty humor into something more. Something... surreal...

Today we look at Larry Charles, director of lthe film Borat and several episodes of Curb Your Enthusiasm, he's also producer of the show Entourage, and was a writer for Seinfeld. Let's see what wikipedia says:

'''Larry [[Suck My Balls]]Charles''' (2278 - ) is an [[United StatesAmerican poo thrower, director for crappy movies. Larry was in jail for throwing poop and not wearing an cloths. He was the only man to have sex with George Bush. [[sitcom]] ''[[Seinfeld]]'', contributing some of the show's darkest and most absurd storylines, and as director of the film ''[[Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan]]''.


Born in 2278 in fucking land Charles performed stand-up sex moves in the 2007 until he was hired to be a pimp. This began a career in prostitution.

If you see any absurd Wiki-vandalism, let us know. But don't create your own! (That would be wrong, and not nearly as funny).

Dan.

The Dan and Vince Creative Retreat (with pics!)

We’re back.

That’s right, this semi-year’s Semi-Annual Dan & Vince Creative Retreat is in the books. We went to Antigua (and before you ask, yes, we saw Britney. We talked for a minute, gave her some tattoo ideas) and bounced ideas off the walls, off each other, off the dolphins, and we are now creatively re-energized. Re-energized. That’s the kind of word that needs its own font, you know? It’s so...expressive, energetic. I’m thinking something with lightning bolts.

Sorry. Got sidetracked. So we’re in Antigua...you know, I’m always a little surprised when people let us out of the country, and more so when they let us back in. Our passport photos were taken in Vegas after an evening that, in retrospect, we’re maybe not so proud of. I don’t know if Dan will show you his, but I’ll show you mine.


Ok, so we’re in Antigua, retreating, at this little bar that looks out over the ocean, me and Dan, and we’re watching the waves and the people in them, and we get this idea for a movie. It’s this:


You can see the outline of the glass of Scotch that gave me the idea, and also the signature (top right corner) of one of the people in the waves who gave me the idea, too.

First thing off the plane this morning, we get picked up and taken to a pitch meeting. This is a guy who passed on our "Dream-sequence idea", but liked it enough to want to hear what we came up with next. Without a word, we slid the napkin across the desk to him. He looked at it for a while, then we had this conversation.

Creative Exec: So it’s girls, with big boobs, and guns.

Vince: Right.

CE: Feminists might not like it.

Dan: No, it’s cool. Check out the one in the middle. She’s got glasses.

Vince: She’s the smart one.

Dan: She even gets two guns.

CE: Ok, makes sense. But, wait...how is this different from Charlie’s Angels?

Vince: Two things. One, there’s a smart one.

Dan: Right, that’s one. And two, there’s four girls, not three.

Vince: You just said a lot of numbers.

Dan: Pay attention. I told you that purple drink before we left was a bad idea.

Vince: It was good, it tasted like – excuse me.

Then I had to rush out, so I missed the last bit of the meeting, but long story short, he wrote us a big check and the movie's coming out next summer.

Vince out.

Put on your mitts, 'cause we're pitching ideas

We had a pitch meeting at a studio (which shall remain nameless) today, and I think it went pretty great. Here’s the idea:

So there’s this guy, right? We’ll call him Chuck. And he’s swimming in this vast ocean of soup –that’s not imagery, we mean honest-to-God corn chowder – but he’s running out of energy, because corn chowder’s thick stuff, and he sees this buoy nearby. He swims for it. But when he reaches the buoy, it turns into a jug of milk. And the milk says “Things are not as they appear, no?” before it turns into an albatross and flies away, landing in the boat of an old sailor. So Chuck drowns.

Or at least, he goes under. Chuck’s freaking out. He’s gonna die. Because you can’t breathe in corn chowder. Matter of fact, you can’t breathe in any kind of chowder. So he decides he’s had enough, he’s made his peace, and he opens his mouth to swallow the lethal chowder...and nothing happens. He doesn’t die. He can breathe, even. But it’s getting dark as he descends, so he lights a match, starts moving toward these ethereal, singing voices. And then his match goes out. Darkness.

Chuck opens his eyes, and he’s in bed. He gets out of bed, puts on his slippers, brushes his teeth, eats two waffles, two strips of bacon, drinks a cup of OJ and a cup of coffee, little bit of cream, two sugar cubes (that’s right, he still uses cubes), gets dressed right after breakfast because I guess he’s one of those guys who showers at night, and then Chuck goes to work. He’s some kind of analyst, and he sits in a couple of meetings, that kind of thing, wraps up his day, sits in rush hour, makes it home where he takes his dog for a walk, watches a movie on cable, orders Chinese in, and turns in early.

But suddenly Chuck wakes up, and he’s surrounded by these mermaids. They live in the chowder, only it’s not chowder anymore, it’s regular water, but it’s murky. Chuck’s bound, but he meets a friendly fiddler crab who cuts him loose, even though it means death to do so. Chuck gets free and does battle with the Mer-king, vanquishing him, and breaking the magic spell that held all those Playboy Playmates in the (figurative) bondage of undersea slavery. So Chuck and the now fully-legged Playmates suddenly find themselves on a Polynesian island paradise, attended to hand and foot by helper monkeys. The Playmates are very, very grateful for Chuck’s bravery as we fade out.

So that’s the pitch. The whole movie’s a dream, but it’s got this “awake sequence” in it, which is backward from how it usually works, and I think we made a pretty good case for this being “the next big thing.”

Our agent said we should hear back by Monday.

Vince out.

Tonight! Tonight! Tonight! (Read this Today!)

I'm happy to announce we're having a fashion show tonight! Here's the press release:


On Saturday, January 20th, 2007 Dan and Vince will be holding a fashion show at the Tupperware Bowl in Los Angeles, CA.
...wait... no...

...Dan and Vince will be holding a fashion show IN the Tupperware Bowl in Los Angeles, CA.
...hmmm... that could sound more interesting... It needs a name... A-ha!

...Dan and Vince will be holding FASHION SALAD in the Tupperware Bowl in Los Angeles, CA.
Yeah, Fashion Salad... I like that...

What Vince? Really? Okay. Yeah... No... I mean... if that's accurate, that's what I'll say. I don't want people to be confused.

...Dan and Vince will be holding Fashion Salad in A Tupperware Bowl in Los Angeles, CA.
You're right, that is nice.

What? No shit! Why did I make that typo? And why did I make it so many times? What is wrong with me today?

...Dan and Vince will be holding POTATO Salad in a Tupperware Bowl in Los Angeles, CA.
There we are...

On Saturday, January 20th, 2007 Dan and Vince will be holding Potato Salad in a Tupperware Bowl in Los Angeles, CA. Then they will scoop it into two smaller ceramic bowls (one for Dan, one for Vince), then they will eat that tasty stuff with honey baked ham and baked beans. The potato salad will then be placed in the fridge where it will remain until it is pulled out half an hour later for a second helping. It will return to the fridge again with the best intentions, but, sadly, it will be forgotten.

Jay McCarroll from Project Runway will be in attendance.

Dan.

Grindcore (Clarification)

Dan here. Judging by the submissions we've been getting, I feel I need to clarify what we're looking for when we say "Ass-Terrible Grindcore Bands". We're not looking for smart music played by talented people, duh. If you're doing something innovative or the least bit interesting, please do not apply. Lou Reed's Metal Machine Music has already been used in art installations, co-opted by the art establishment, therefore its noise is not what we're looking for.

Read the following if you're thinking about applying, hopefully it will clear up some confusion.

"We're a 4-piece inspired by the work of the Dream Syndicate"
No. Don't apply.

"Inspired by John Cage's 'Happenings', our band plays unannounced gigs in the audience during arena rock shows."
That's good, but not for this.

"After graduating from the Rhode Island School of Design-"
Let me stop you right there...

"wear the fastest band in our high school. at the battle of the bands, we made a girl cry. mike (drums, vocls) plays double bass real fast. our biggest hit is called 'sayonara surprise' its about fight club. we also wrote a song about fight club. the demo's not good quality, mike's drums are so fast that his double bass made the microphone fall off the bass amp, so it all sounds like butt, just vocals and drums. sorry"
Ladies and gentlemen, we may have a winner.

Keep those tapes coming...