Directed by friend and frequent collaborator Darren Borrowman, “Do Something With Your Life” is a full-length comedy written by Andrew and produced by Bob (and gentleman Keith Opatovsky). Bob also acted as story-editor, which is an industry term that you shouldn’t concern yourself with.

It’s been a long road navigating outlines, script pages, pre-production, art meetings, gear-haulings, energy drinking, regular drinking, bro-mantic hugs, rampant cocaine abuse and the occasional full-on fist fight.

This week, Bob and Andrew discuss the process as well as recall their time spent in the wilderness some years ago with Terry Joseph Wharburton. Right click to download or listen in your browser below!

You can now subscribe to our podcast on iTunes and have it directly downloaded to your iPod, iPhone, iPad or iThermos. Wow!

Click here for details http://ow.ly/2tNc9.

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Guilt and Comedy is a newer comedy event in town and is run by the ever beautiful and talented Lauren Martin along with her co-host, the also beautiful Kate Lumsdon. If last night was any indication, this is a comedy night that will pretty much let anyone perform. In the span of only a couple hours I saw a veteran of the Vancouver comedy scene, a beat cop turned poet who issued poetic citations, a rather angry homosexual comedian, a clown lady and sketch comedy from none other than Jackie Blackmore of “The Skinny.” Oh, and Andrew Menzies. But don’t get me wrong, folks, this eclectic gathering of talent was not only interesting but enjoyable.

Of Andrew’s stand-up this reviewer can only say that it was pretty much exactly what I would assume a sexual experience with Andrew would be like. It was extremely brief, Morgan Freeman was referenced, there was a lot of laughter, no eye contact was made and Andrew never took his pants off. All in all, a mildly charming experience. The audience certainly seemed to enjoy it. My only advice for Mr. Menzies would be to prepare some more jokes next time. No sooner had he taken the stage when he was already thanking everyone for being there and scampering off. If he ever manages to sustain longer than 90 seconds of an act, the comedy world better look out!

We here at bobandandrew.com will keep you fully up to date on all of Andrew Menzies activities because, well, you know, it’s his website too.

In all seriousness, congratulations Andrew. I know this is something that you’ve been wanting to try for a long time. You did a great job and I’m quite proud of you.

If you get a chance, go check out Guilt and Comedy. It’s every Wednesday night at Guilt & Co. located just below Chill Winston by the Gassy Jack statue in Gastown.

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Starring:

Wade Fennig
Marcel Perro
Ryan Tapping
Alex Dafoe

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In an age where Large Hadron Colliders and massive oil spills are the norm, the zombie uprising is a foregone conclusion.

You can pray to your God. You can stockpile all you want. But at the end of the day, there ain’t no insurance premium for the undead.

I’m pragmatic. I know this because I looked up the word. I’ve accepted that society is fragile. That our infrastructure is collapsing and that we, as humans, are doomed.

There’s nothing we can do now, expect pray. (And check our insurance premiums.)

There are six certainties that you must embrace during a zombie uprising. The sooner you make peace with your situation the sooner you’ll be able to develop a new-world marauder alter-ego complete with wardrobe, catch-phrase and small piece of your past that prevents you from getting close to another survivor.

(Me? Scribe. Leather duster, dual Glock .45’s, rollerblades; the fact that I never got to say goodbye to my parents.)

1. Find a gun and shoot it a lot

I’ve only fired a gun twice: with my dad when I was young, shooting targets in the bush during a fishing trip, and six years ago during a failed armed robbery. Shooting a gun is easy- point it, safety off, kill. Finding a gun will prove much more difficult. You can ransack an ammunitions store, attack a cop, or fashion a potato gun, but either way, make sure you hold the gun a cool way and don’t close your eyes when you fire or else people will think you’re a pussy.

2. Don’t trust anybody

If relationships and reality television have taught me anything, it’s that trust is not a virtue you can hand out willy-nilly like serviettes at Outback Steakhouse. Sooner or later you’re going to get barbaque sauce on your cardigan.

Think about the last time someone let you down. It doesn’t have to be a major issue- infidelity sucks, sure, but so does getting cut off in traffic. Any small betrayal will do. Got it? Okay. Now amplify that betrayal by fifty million thirsty-for-yours-and-only-your-brain undead killing machines. See what I mean? Don’t trust anyone.

Survival Tip #009: Wash frequently, and ladies, continue to wear make-up. You never know when that special marauder will show up!

3. Beans are suddenly delicious

With the human population instantly decimated, one of the first amenities to go will be the availability of foodstuffs. Bananas, cake, and Arby’s will quickly disappear, so you not only should you stock up on canned goods, but learn to enjoy the taste of three year old maple beans (if you live that long, count yourself lucky).

Survival Tip #190: Poke a hole in the top of your bean-can before cooking over open-flame. Science makes this step necessary!

4. No more drugs or alcohol

If you think you’ll be able to enjoy a few beers with your beans or an evening hit of Codeine, think again. Staying on alert and sober during a zombie attack is crucial. You need your faculties sharp: and that includes your depth-perception faculty and your “oh my God zombies are surrounding us but I’m too high to reload my pistol but maybe they’d like a hug” faculties. Staying clean means staying alive.

You can put that on a fuckin’ shirt.

5. Money is useless/Print your own

While a worldwide zombie pandemic will not immediately make currency obsolete (for some time after the initial infection you’ll be able to buy bread and hats for outrageous mark-ups by war-profiteers who have truly taken their eyes off of the prize), soon thereafter your precious one dollar bills, five dollar bills, and ten dollar bills will be nothing but paper with pictures of white people on them. So it’s important to recognize this fact and not waste your time during those crucial initial hours hitting up the ATM or cashing RRSPs.

Survival Tip #554: Print your own money on the backs of bean-can labels. Denominations are up to you!

6. Stay positive

Sure, everyday is a struggle for the most basic services we’ve become accustomed to over the last hundred or so years.

Yeah, everyone you know is probably dead or infected or lost and scared.

And of course humanity’s chance of defeating the zombies and rebuilding a society is slim to none, but negative thoughts never put anyone on the moon.

Or did they?

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Illustrations by Alan Sung

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Starring:

Wade Fennig
Marcel Perro
Ryan Tapping
Alex Dafoe

Directed by Keith Opatovsky

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Created as part of the Laughing Stock 72 Hour Comedy Competition, Best Christmas Ever took home the awards for best director and best writing.

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The film tells the story of Al, a nine to five working class zombie, who has to overcome social misnomers in an attempt to be accepted among his peers. It’s a workplace romantic comedy meets zombie film that is sure to please.

Directed by Nicholas Humphries
Written by Bob and Andrew
Produced by Ryan Copple

We also have a page with all the behind the scenes material (Andrew and I being dicks, mostly) including videos, podcasts and MORE! Just click on “MORE” to see it.

Check it out and leave a comment if you like.

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Terry was many things to many people. He was a father, a lover, a husband, a defendant, and an old man. Terry had a passion for finishing, biplaning, Italian fusion cooking as well as mixed martial arts, women and the drink. He will be missed by many, revered by few.

Click below to hear Bob and Andrew’s thoughts and memories of their long-time podcast producer and cocaine dealer.

We apologize about the quality of the recording, as we were without a producer.

After the jump, there’s an unfinished interview Andrew was conducing with Terry upon the time of his death.

Terry Joseph Wharburton produces the Bob & Andrew Show podcast. At Christmas, we interviewed Terry about his disdain for the holiday season. Today, we focus on Terry’s yearning to be a motivational speaker. We decided the only way to sort out this frustrating and frankly baffling revelation was to sit down and ask Terry flat out why he thought he had anything of relevance to share with society.

This is one man’s story.

bobandandrew.com: Thanks for coming down, Terry.

Terry: I appreciate the boot shining.

bobandandrew.com: This really is quaint, isn’t it? You don’t see a lot of old-time shoe shiners around anymore.

Terry: What the hell does “quaint” me? Are you calling me a faggot?

bobandandrew.com: Calm down, Terry.

Terry: Okay.

bobandandrew.com: So, the other day you mentioned your aspirations to speak in front of children.

Terry: I want to show the youth of the world what can happen when a man has nothing to lose.

bobandandrew.com: Do you think you have the right qualifications to become a motivational speaker?

Terry: I got a mouth and a suit, don’t I?

bobandandrew.com: I don’t think it’s that simple. Most motivational speakers have degrees or life experience that would make sharing their story beneficial to others. As far as we understand it, you have none of those things. You’re liar and a thief. You’ve been divorced three times. You verbally abused your developmentally disabled son.  You crashed an airplane and sent money to the Taliban. We’ve seen you attempt to set fire to a hospital. Terry, you’re not a good person.

Terry: Watch the heel.

bobandandrew.com: Terry?

Terry: Oh, sorry, I was talking to this coloured fellow.

bobandandrew.com: The boot shiner? He’s Portuguese, and that’s not even close to the correct term.

Terry: Portuguese? No shit. I had chow mein for lunch.

bobandandrew.com: Alright, foregoing your lack of experience or moral compass, if given the chance, what would you want to teach the youth of our nation?

Terry: Practical things. Trades.

bobandandrew.com: Like welding and carpentry?

Terry: I would be a great teacher. My father taught me how to whittle. I made a flute. It didn’t work too well.

bobandandrew.com: Your father died when you were eleven, right?

Terry: Mom shot him in the leg. Papa died of an infection a short time later. He was, after all, a Christian scientist.

bobandandrew.com: Did you have any role models growing up? Perhaps a teacher you admired, or an uncle?

Terry: Uncle Jeff went to jail for rape when I was nine. I quit school a short time later.

bobandandrew.com: Are those two incidents related?

Terry: (long pause) No.

bobandandrew.com: Who is Sol McGuinty?

Terry: My Jew lawyer.

bobandandrew.com: I don’t think that’s the correct term.

Terry: Alright. My Jew barrister. Anyway, he’s an alright Jew.

bobandandrew.com: Terry–

Terry: Hang on, I’m getting a page.

bobandandrew.com: You have a pager?

Terry: I need to take this.

Terry leaves the room. He returns seventeen minutes later, dripping with sweat and reeking of whiskey.

bobandandrew.com: Terry–

Terry: What?!

bobandandrew.com: Shall we continue?

Terry: I don’t give a God Damn.

bobandandrew.com: Okay. We were discussing your–

Terry: I need a pussy.

bobandandrew.com: What?

Terry: Been a long time. A long… long time.

bobandandrew.com: Terry, let’s call it a day. We’ll finish this up next week.

Terry: Sounds good. I’m flying my biplane to the island Friday night. Gonna see about a lady.

bobandandrew.com: Well, have a safe flight.

Terry: Thank you. You know, Adam–

bobandandrew.com: Andrew. It’s Andrew.

Terry: Whatever. You and Roger are two of the finest young gentlemen I’ve ever known. You listen to my stories, you give me employment, and when we go to bars, you don’t Bogart my tang.

bobandandrew.com: Yeah, well, don’t worry about it.

Terry: I will not worry about it so long as I have friends like you. Give daddy a hug.

bobandandrew.com: Back the fuck off, Terry!

Terry: Did I ever tell you boys about the time I had sex with twins?

bobandandrew.com: No, you didn’t.

Terry: Me and her brother double-teamed her for a good fifteen minutes.

bobandandrew.com: God damn it, Terry.

Terry: Fuck you! Don’t judge me, Adam.

Add Terry as a friend on Facebook and leave a comment on his wall. Celebrate the man.

http://www.facebook.com/thehandsomebiplaner

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The pigeons have risen. And they’re out for meat.

Human meat.

In Pigeon Technology I, I chronicled how basic “Pigeon Technology” was hampering the lives of various hobosapiens in my neighbourhood.

Due to unyielding political strife/public outcry for justice, Pigeon Technology II was birthed. I will admit the second chapter was written hastily and filled with grievous factual errors, but its heart was in the right spot.

But forget all of that shit. We’ve got bigger problems than the moderate set-up for a vaguely comedic Internet blog.

The pigeons are fighting back!

Okay, so remember a few months ago when I told you guys about the metal spikes the building next to me put up under their carport in order to keep pigeons from making nests? And how initially this was a good idea as I liked to use the carport to walk/stand under?  And then I realized this same technology was being used on the homeless and therefor all Pigeon Technology was evil?

Well, it seems as though the pigeons don’t like getting fucked in the chest by big metal spikes.

Last week, I walked under the carpark like I have done and will continue to do until I remember what horrible things happen when I walk under the carpark. And for the first time in months, a pigeon accosted me. He flew down and nearly hit me in the face.

I thought we were past this.

Turns out, all of the spikes were removed. At first I deduced this was an economic cut-back due to the recession and the building manager was in trouble with Pigeon Technology Financiers. Perhaps the lease ran out or the spikes were repossessed. But when I saw two pigeons working together to pull- with their beaks- the spikes from one of the beams, I knew I was in for a hell of a night.

My cape and hat were at the cleaners, and my dad took my revolver away because it accidentally went off when I dropped it in his car.  Sleuthing on the pigeons would prove to be a difficult task that night, so I took some acid and watched Planet of the Apes. All of them. In a row.

Dig this:

This chart was designed and printed in part by The Rand Corporation.

In association with McManus Industries, The Rand Corporation has been producing high-quality digital imagine for close to twenty five years.

The Rand Corporation:

Bringing Images to Life!

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(No order is too big or too small!)

I understand most of what was on the chart is common knowledge.

However it is important to familiarize yourself with the enemy as often as possible. I suggest printing the above diagram, either blacking out or highlighting the designations, and placing the photo in an area where you spend a considerable amount of time: on a mirror, at your desk, etc. Look at the pigeon and learn to hate the pigeon.

It sounds like we skipped a few steps but I assure you we did not. If you’ve come this far I don’t think I have to sell you on the idea of a widespread Pigeon Cull.

A “cull” is when you pick a certain thing that you do not like and attempt to murder as many of that thing as quickly as possible. Hitler culled Jews. Canadians cull baby seals. Axl Rose culls guitarists. Everyone does it.

So arm yourself, friends. I suggest twine, gasoline and a strong pair of kitchen shears. The pigeons are taking back what’s rightfully theirs, and pretty soon they’ll be bringing the revolution into OUR living rooms and pecking OUR children and telling US to migrate south for the winter. And that cannot stand!

And be sure to take a photo of every pigeon you cull. One hundred culled pigeons equals one “Bob & Andrew Buck”. “Bob & Andrew Bucks” can be redeemed through the website for prizes.

100 “Bob & Andrew Bucks” = A form letter email from Bob and/or Andrew thanking you for your fan-dome

200 “Bob & Andrew Bucks” = A 300 second phone call from Bob and/or Andrew

500 “Bob & Andrew Bucks” = You get to punch one of us in the face, chest or groin

Happy hunting!

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This revelation threw me. I’m usually pretty tight with words and shit. I got straight B’s in high school English; obviously above average, but not too big for my britches.

Had I gotten all A’s I would be filled with too much confidence to even explore my grammatical shortcomings. (Of which, believe me, there are many.)

When I think of words that are fucking kick ass, I tend to think of things, as opposed to ideas. Democracy is a pretty good idea, but as a word? Lame.

Some words have a particular ring to them that’s just appealing, even if the object, idea or place they describe or represent is wholly disgusting. Examples: falcon, snot, microwave.

I could go on but I’d rather share these drawings I made.

I love you all.

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You can attend the screening Saturday, March 21st, 11:30am at the Rio Theatre near Commercial and Broadway in Vancouver. Tickets are 10 dollars.

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Those of you that know me know that I am a long time Star Trek fan. I’ve been called a Trekker. I grew up with Captain Picard and Captain Kirk. In many ways they shaped the man I am today. Proud, noble, forever ripping my shirts fighting alien bad guys.

I grew up during something of a golden age of Star Trek. A time when it was so popular that it was almost accepted to be a fan of it. Almost. Sure, I’ve been made fun of over the years for my passionate following of this cult sci-fi show. I’ve been ridiculed for yelling “Phasers on stun!” at random and in public. But all the while I’ve maintained that I am not a Star Trek geek. I am a Star Trek fan. There is a difference. Those differences may be subtle, but they exist.

In an effort to clear up a few misconceptions surrounding Star Trek and its fans, please allow me to give run-down of some facts.

Fact Number 1

Star Trek is not just a show for gay people.

While a lot of gay people enjoy Star Trek, myself included, it is not exclusively aimed at a gay audience. I could see how some might jump to this conclusion what with Star Trek depicting a future without hate or bigotry. We all know from high school that if someone or something doesn’t openly disparage homosexuals they are automatically one of them, but Star Trek is a rare exception to that.

Fact Number 2

You can enjoy Star Trek and NOT live in your mother’s basement.

It’s crazy, I know but you don’t actually have to live at home as a 40 year old to enjoy this wonderful show. In fact, I would even go so far as to say that Star Trek is enjoyable to almost any age. I mean, of course like a one year old isn’t going to get it, but one-year-olds are idiots anyway. I think a six-year-old might enjoy it though. Of course at the six-year-old level you should be living at home. And you’ll probably have a hard time reading this. If you are a six-year-old and reading this blog who is interested in watching Star Trek, talk to your Mommy or Daddy and get them to sort it out. But trust me, you’ll like it. It’s… dope? Are you six-year-olds saying dope these days?

Fact Number 3

You do not need to speak fluent Klingon to understand Star Trek.

In actual fact, most every episode of Star Trek is in English. Unless you’re watching it in Japan or something. They dub it in Japanese there so they can understand it too. All in all the whole Klingon language phenomenon was invented as a bit of fun. I myself don’t see the benefit in learning a fictional language but then again I still break out the Pig Latin from time to time, so… potato, potato. Actually that expression doesn’t work in writing.

Fact Number 4

If you watch Star Trek your girlfriend will not leave you.

That is if you even have a girlfriend to begin with. But contrary to popular belief, many Star Trek fans do have girlfriends (or boyfriends or whatever, as covered above). A prime example of this is Spike TV’s programming of Star Trek. Spike is billed as a man’s man kind of channel and they show Star Trek like 4 times a day. Not all Spike viewers can be single… can they? It would make sense for single people to be watching TV a lot. No, I’m pretty sure not all of those people can be single. So yeah, what was I saying?

Fact Number 5

Star Trek will make you smarter.

I have found throughout my life that I have become smarter from watching Star Trek. Well at least I appear smarter. Star Trek shows use a lot of big words and make a lot of literary references. In fact it’s a very educational programme. It’s like some kind of grown up Sesame Street. When I watch the show I pick up these big words and references to literature and actually find myself able to hold conversations with people who are way smarter than me at parties. It’s true. You should comply with this recommendation and endeavor to incorporate this technique into your customary social gathering repertoire (huh? huh? impressed?).

The fact is that Star Trek is good story telling. In fact, between Star Trek and Seinfeld I can pretty much make sense out of any event that occurs in my life. If I encounter racism I simply think of the episode where the crew of the Enterprise found that species of people who were half black on one side of their face and half white on the other. Then I remember that we are all just people and I carry on with my day. Or if I’m ever in a situation where I become famous or win the lottery or gain any kind of superiority over my friends and colleagues I’ll simply have to think of the episode where Commander Riker was given omnipotent powers by the alien Q and became a jerk and I’ll know that I should not do that. Or if I ever find myself under attack by a vicious computer I’ll know that all I have to do is trick with some kind of logic problem that it can’t understand.

So you see Star Trek is much more than its been made out to be over the years. It will not make you gay and it will not make your girlfriend leave you. You will be happier with it in your life and you will learn lessons about yourself and the rest of humanity. All while watching a group of people adventure through the galaxy shooting at aliens and having sex with aliens and teaching aliens lessons about how to be more like the United States.

The new Star Trek movie, directed by JJ Abrams, opens on May 8th.

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Man-Up March is in full effect. What? You don’t know what Man-Up March is? Well, then you’re probably not doing it right.

MAN UP; (mahn uhp); verb: To hiken one’s bootstraps; to become a man.

MARCH; (mah-rach); noun: The third lunar month.

Use your headspace to combine those two shitbricks.

Get it? Good. Let’s roll!

History

Man-Up March was developed primarily by me, Andrew Menzies, on March 1st, 2009. It was a personal promise, based principality on the guise of Carpe Diem and not acting like a little bitch. The term was simple enough to be a mantra, self-explanatory and rather blunt; each word like the pop of a machine gun. Short; easy to carve into a tree, or your arm.

Ostensibly, the idea is that you go after what you want and don’t piss around like a ninny. Man-up… ostensibly.

Man-Up March was ratified by High Commissioners Robert Woolsey and Stephen Lebail at approximately 2:12 AM, March 5th, 2009 on the chalice of Rickard’s Red in a dank hipster bar at last call. I believe T. Rex was playing over the loudspeaker and I had just come from the toilet (#1). Bob was leaning somewhat sideways (for he was drunk) and Mr. Lebail smelled of cigarettes (for he had just smoked). Both had known of my Man-Up March proposition, and upon brief debate, agreed it to be enacted.

While a crest and kilt pattern are forthcoming, Man-Up March is off to a rousing start.

Examples of Men

Eddie Van Halen, Jesus, Steve Winwood, Mr. T, Rowdy Roddy Piper, The Hamburgler, Rocky Balboa, Jake The Snake Roberts, the guy who invented cigarettes, Bob Barker.

Making it Personal

Now, there are hundreds of ways to properly celebrate Man-Up March. The most obvious is to Man-Up.

I have drafted this simple chart to answer solve of the most common problems.

Onward!

I cannot and will not declare Man-Up March a success, for we are still in the month of March. That would just be ridiculous.

Personally, I can tell you I am preparing to Man-Up in a way I have never Manned-Up before. I have to be sketchy on the details for I am certain if I were to let slip my plans, they would be circumvented almost immediately by the viewing public. Also, I am terrified of judgement. I will give you a hint: it involves a sword and a brief appearance by the element of fire.

So please, take it from me: Man Up. Grab life by the dick-straps and make it yours. Don’t hold back OR surrender. You’ve got maybe fifty solid years between being a weak and shitty baby and being a weak and shitty old shit. And unless you believe in the afterlife, this is your one shot at freedom. At glory. At redemption.

Man-Up!

And if all else fails, there’s always “Drink Your Problems Away April”.

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I have my sneaking suspicions that their true motives for taking us on this trip was their stinging feelings of guilt over never following up on their promise to take us to Disneyland when we were kids. To this day I experience a recurring dream wherein I get to meet Goofy only to have him remove his mask and reveal himself as the creepy, dirty traveling fair guy that used to stop in our little town every summer. It’s horrible.

There are a lot of things I wasn’t ready for in Las Vegas and I’d like to share them with you here. I know you probably think that a place so well documented in the movies and pop culture would be easy to prepare for. You’d be wrong and also a jerk for sand bagging me and my blog.

I will describe my experience for you. In doing so, I will outline what you need to know in order to enjoy Las Vegas to the maximum.

First of all, Las Vegas is not a pretty place. It’s actually kind of tacky and ugly. This may not seem like a revelation to many of you but it was to me. I don’t know what I expected but I did not get it. Las Vegas looks much like I would imagine a movie set to look like. Therefore it looks great on film and in pictures but very, very cheap in real life. It’s a lot like when you’re walking down the street and you see what you think is an extremely attractive person coming towards you. You prepare yourself to smile in a flirty kind of way, but as they get closer and closer you see that they are in fact down right ugly. From afar you are able to see whatever you wanted to see. Up close, you can’t deny the truth. Much like the cheap hookers its known for, Las Vegas always looks better in the dark. A lot of lights and knock off architecture is Las Vegas’s heavy make-up and short skirt. The thing to be prepared for here is that Las Vegas is not a classy place. You will have a much better time if you leave any illusions of this at the airport.

Las Vegas is not relaxing. In fact, it’s extremely stressful. The moment you leave your hotel room you’ve got copious amounts of pressure being applied to you. Pressure to buy, pressure to gamble, pressure to eat, pressure to shop, pressure from all sides. This pressure is disguised as an ability to deliver fun to you. Don’t be fooled. Like a gold digging girlfriend, Las Vegas is only after your money. You will immediately be struck by the frantic activity of it all. People everywhere looking around and seeming to have a good time. But they’ve fallen for Las Vegas. They’re in lust with their surroundings. Next thing they know, they’ll be broke, sad and alone. Be wary of this my friends. Keep your wits about you. Las Vegas does not love you. No matter what it says it to you.

Las Vegas is in the middle of nowhere for a reason. What happens in Vegas is meant to stay in Vegas. You will see many people with this attitude. As I was there with my brother and my parents it was impossible to fully take advantage of this aspect of Las Vegas. Also, as mentioned above, I didn’t have any of my own money and so any activities I took part in required the presence of my mother. Clearly, whatever I did in Vegas was NOT going to stay in Vegas. In fact, anything along the regular lines of Vegas craziness probably would’ve precipitated an in depth family discussion that I just wasn’t prepared to get into.

Lastly, I am not a gambler. Contrary to my belief that I could figure it out as I went along, there is a lot more to it than the popular Kenny Rogers song indicates. In fact, I would venture to guess that at least 90% of people lose at gambling! It’s demoralizing. It’s as though people come to Las Vegas with money that they KNOW is going to be lost. And they actually ENJOY the act of losing it. It’s anarchy.

As you can see the circumstances of my trip to Las Vegas were less than ideal. I would like to go back, but under different conditions. Here are the things I’d do differently next time:

First off, I would have to have at least, AT LEAST $3000 spending money. That way you can gamble a little bit and still have money left over to see some shows. The shows are the best part of Las Vegas and the best shows are not cheap. For decent seats you’re looking at 200 – 300 dollars. Either that, or you’ll have to find a low level bell hop with connections that you can bribe with sexual favours. However, I must warn you that Las Vegas is full of people willing to do this to get what they want. As a result, dropping to this level won’t set you apart from the crowd like it will in most regular places.

Secondly, I would learn how to play poker and/or black jack. These tables are very intimidating to just jump right into. It looked like one of them was going to pull a gun and shoot one of the other players for cheating at any second. I’m planning on spending a little bit of time at some of the local casinos here in Vancouver playing some low stakes games to get acquainted with the ins and outs. It looked to me as though the people playing these games were having much more fun than the people who were mesmerized by the slot machines.

Lastly, I would plan ahead. One of the most stressful things about Las Vegas is walking out of your hotel and not knowing what you want to do. It’s like a grocery store: you have to go in with a plan or risk being lost wandering around for hours and buying a shit-ton of things you don’t need. Also, especially when traveling with family, it’s good to balance what everyone wants to do. If Uncle Clarence wants to go see some peelers while Grandma Betsy is intent on seeing Bette Midler and all the while Cousin Harriet won’t leave the buffet, things can get a bit scattered. Because believe me, the buffets are delicious! It’s important to know what you’re going to do before hand. That way you stay on track.

If you aren’t going with family – up your spending cash to at least, AT LEAST $10,000 and go wherever the wind blows you, my friend.

These are my lessons from Las Vegas. I hope they help. Good day and happy traveling.

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Directed by Nicholas Humphries

featuring:
Charlotte Chanler as Dorothy
Lauren Martin as Claire
and
Alan Sung as Boss

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I compile data and research, conduct thorough surveys, and generally use my magnificent (yet still uncertified) sleuthing skills to get to the heart of the issues I am preparing to list.

I have made lists of the best land mammals, curse worse and liquors. However those blogs are absolute bullshit compared to the knowledge I’m about to drop.

While some people (re. cocksucking, sandbagging motherfuckers) have suggested that list-centric blogs are lazy and child-like, I tend to disagree. Lists are what separate us from the animals. Man’s ability to take several similar objects, organize and rank them arbitrarily merely to create conflict is an essential and vital practice. Why, without the “Best Dressed” or “Worst Dressed” lists, we’d be nothing more than monkeys spitting and pooping about!

I am doing mankind a service. So without further to do, what lies onward is a series of hilarious lists.

Top 3 Movie Stars (as defined by box-office draw versus likability)
1. John Cusack
2. The Rock
3. Vince Vaughn

Top 5 Actors (as defined by awards circuit success versus Handsomeinity)
1. Matt Damon
2. Brad Pitt
3. Casey Affleck
4. Ben Affleck
5. Al Pacino

Top 5 Actresses (as defined by awards circuit success versus Hotnessdespiteage)
1. Meryl Streep
2. Julianne Moore
3. Kate Winslet
4. Amy Adams
5. Gene Hackman

Top 5 Videogames
1. Super Mario Bros. 3
2. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Turtles in Time
3. Grand Theft Auto 3
4. WWF Warzone
5. Tetris

Top 3 Bands Andrew Wish Would Die or Stop Making Terrible Music
1. U2
2. Nickleback
3. Buckcherry

Top 1 Sport
1. Hockey

Top 2 Living Beatles
1. Paul McCartney
2. Pete Best

Top 3 Dead Beatles
1. George Harrison
2. John Lennon
3. Ringo Starr

Top 3 Reasons for a Band to Break Up
1. Drummer chokes on own vomit in sleep; group disbands
2. Entire band killed in plane crash
3. Mounting tension, lack of creativity

Top 3 Reasons for Couples to Break Up
1. One person is crazy; the other is not
2. Death of a child; one parent shows a lack of remorse
3. Bear attack; man becomes too ugly to love

Top 6 People who have worked on the website that Andrew knows (who have NOT beat him up)
1. Andrew Menzies
2. Stephen Lebail
3. Marcel Perro
4. Gene Hackman
5. Darren Borrowman
6. Wade Fennig

Top 6 People who have worked on the website that Andrew knows (who HAVE beat him up)
1. Sean Minogue
2. Bob Woolsey
3. Nicholas Humphries
4. Lauren Martin
5. N/A
6. N/A
(Andrew has only been beaten up four times since launching bobandandrew.com. Both lists do not take into account emotional abuse.)

Top 3 Flavours of Cheese
1. Cheddar
2. Mozzarella
3. Kraft Singles

Top 5 American Presidents
1. Taft
2. Nixon
3. Bush
4. Crippled Roosevelt
5. Clinton

Top 2 Members of bobandandrew.com
1. Bob Woolsey
2. Andrew Menzies

Top 3 Deities
1. Jesus
2. Buddha
3. Allah

Top 4 Ways to End a Blog
1. A list
2. Vapid summation that’s both condescending and trite
3. A crushingly personal insult to someone who you feel has wronged you and you wish to lash out at them on a public form, even if that public form is still in its infancy and not too many people will view it. However since most of the viewing audience is composed of the author’s friends, the attack will appear calculated and cold.
4. Abrupt picture of the author

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While death is terrible, making and seeking out a death list is not. I hope the "YEAH" banner satisfies you.

Here is my death list.

1. Build a boat.

2. Bake a comically large pizza.

3. Be in a position to donate to charity.

4. Do cocaine with Pat O’Brien. Preferably off of Mary Hart.

5. Cry on Opera. Physically, figuratively on her. Chest or shoulder; I have no preference.

6. Shave a dog into a Ninja Turtle .

7. Ship myself to someone in a large crate.

8. Sink a boat.

9. Purchase and maintain "bobandandrewsuck.com".

10. Convince Sean Minogue to stop bullying me.

11. Start a home brew. Name it "Woolsey Ale".

12. Attempt to dig to China; give up when electrocuted by buried power lines.

13. Two words: bank robbery.

14. Enter a marathon with the sole intention of punching other runners in the face.

15. Grow a Jesus beard.

16. Befriend an animal.

17. Direct a shot by shot remake of Chinatown… with dogs.

18. Operate the world’s largest protractor.

19. Watch all of the Star Wars.

20. Set "Operation Bob and Andrew crash a Hollywood awards show" into motion.

21. Invest in robotics.

22. Whittle something.

23. Learn to play the oboe; quit and start an anti-oboe movement.

24. Get a tattoo.

25. Finance a porno.

26. Attend a funeral.

27. Open a restaurant called "Restaurant".

28. Shoot a pistol.

29. Briefly change name to "Tibidious St. Jackson"

30. Dance in public, most likely at a parade or baseball game.

31. Drop the puck at an NHL game, but not in a ceremonial way; get my ref ticket and do it for keeps.

32. Go back to America when the charges are stayed.

33. Never purchase a Fleetwood Mac album.

34. Operate a crane.

35. Break up a fight.

36. Have an award or sandwich named after me.

37. Achieve baron status.

38. Grow a mustache.

39. Take flying lessons from Terry.

40. Revenge.

41. Name a child ‘Dandeneau’.

42. Bowl a 300 game. Presently I do not bowl.

43. Bake an erotic cake. Leave by the side of the road.

44. Motorcycle race.

45. Avenge.

46. Fly a hot air balloon.

47. Learn to fence.

48. Hunt quail.

49. Hunt bear.

50. Hunt moose.

51. Hunt deer.

52. Hunt man.

53. Write a play.

54. Attempt to break the land-speed record set by Adolph Hitler in 1933.

55. Be a contestant on Jeopardy. Draw a penis in place of my Final Jeopardy answer.

56. Start a propane fire.

57. Make a citizen’s arrest.

58. Testify as a character witness in court.

59. Take a bullet.

60. Start a gang.

61. Navigate a corn maze.

62. Steal Tony Gilroy’s Oscar from Diablo Cody.

63. Shake Frank Black’s hand.

64. Burn some bridges. Figuratively.

65. Seize the Diem.

66. Skydive.

67. Perform as a clown for a children’s birthday party.

68. Sing at least two songs with the original line up of Rush.

69. Kick-box a kangaroo.

70. Own and operate a successful tave.

71. Win an award.

72. Host a talk radio show in which I take song requests but then ridicule callers for not knowing the format of a talk radio program.

72. Learn Spanish just for the passionate yelling.

73. Ride a scooter.

74. Ride Scooter.

75. Ruin a wedding.

Suggestions? Got your own Death List?

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