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Nov
26

The Story of Thanksgiving

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Gather your nap mats in a semi-circle around Uncle IBBB, girls, boys, and those who have both the pee-pee and the woo-woo, because I’d like to share with you, and other countries, how Thanksgiving came to be.

 A long long time ago, roughly 25 years it is rumored, the baby Jesus took a ride with Puxatony Phil on the Spaceship Challenger to venture out to see if there was a new world out there that Mary Magdalene frequently spoke of whilst she was “getting freaky” with Grimace.  It was a very cold cold night and Jesus’ and Puxatony Phil’s spaceship hit an iceberg.  Suddenly everyone on board began to fight with each other about who was going to get on the rescue boats and who was going to do pencil sketches of Kate Winslet’s bare breasts.  After baby Jesus and Puxatony Phil played “We Don’t Give a *** Let the Mother F*cker Burn. Burn Mother F*cker, Burn” with some of the other violinists, they snuck onto the Pinta and the Santa Maria (they took separate boats because they were fighting at the time) and set sail to what they thought was the Warp Zone from Super Mario Brother’s Part One.  Little did they know they would wind up reaching the United States, which was only called “The States” back then, and they bitch-slapped and raped some Indians.  And that, my friends, is how we ended up eating turkey and pumpkin pie.

Theeeeeeeeeeeee Ennnnnnnd.

Happy Thanksgiving,
IBBB

May
05

IBBB is an Uncle Again!

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I’m back! Sort of.  I was back in Boston for my parents 40th anniversary fiesta and about 5 hours after it was over my sister went into labor.  Needless to say I became an uncle again (is that possible?) 2 weeks earlier than planned to a 7lb 4oz baby girl named Sophia.  I was psyched I didn’t miss it!  So, onto the part you are all waiting for, I didn’t get back until almost midnight last night so I am behind on The Hills, sleep, and life.  I will try and churn out The Hills recap later today and/or tomorrow.  I know, I’m the worst.  Sometimes life gets tricky.  I am looking forward to being an uncle again AND seeing how Audrina verbally fights Jayde.  Oh, and I asked my sister if she would name the new baby “Audrina” but she wouldn’t do it.  Selfish.  Ole!

Mar
15

IBBB Joins Facebook! It’s like 2004 All Over Again!

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I may be 5 years behind the times, but IBBB is finally on Facebook!  I had no idea how to create a fan-page, so I just signed up for a regular profile.  I think this is all going to be a terrible idea, but follow me on there anyway and spread the word of IBBB like people spread the word of Jesus in the bible.  Click here to become my life-long Facebook friend.  2004 rules!

-IBBB

Mar
13

Similar to Obama (and Jesus) I’m All About Change

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Hello and hello, also, hello.  Take a swing at your pinata because today is IBBB’s last day (hopefully for a while) working in corporate America!  I sorta feel like someone who is getting out of prison after serving a 25 yr sentence and they found out I wasn’t even guilty in the first place.  It’s like, who the hell do I sue?!

Anycrap, I’m just going to enjoy all that today has to offer.  My new gig (I now technically get to say “gig”) starts on Monday!  I already filmed my first scenes this week and it was a blast! Hopefully they don’t edit me out.  I will also be back on Monday with your normal craptastic blog posts followed by a recap of the season finale of “The City” (cow bell, cow bell, cow bell). 

If you aren’t signed up for Twitter yet, I suggest doing so.  I’m thinking I’ll be able to update my Twitter account during the day more often with my new job and perhaps we can all have a laugh with it.  Maybe not.  Join me on Twitter!

Finally, here’s some random info.  Remember Elodie from “The Hills?”  Of course you do.  Well yesterday was her birthday and she has a new blog that she’s been running.  Check her out, wish her a happy belated birthday, and tell her I sent you!  You can find her blog, ILoveDorks, here.

-IBBB

Mar
10

Money vs. Happiness

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Take out your nap mats, kids, and gather around IBBB in a semi-circle because it’s story time.  Similar to how Jesus told stories to the lepers, I shall tell a story to you.  It does not involve fish of any kind.  Quiet please.

As you’ve been following me on this blog for the past 2 years you know that I’ve been trying my hardest at selling out.  I even picked up and moved from Boston to sunny NYC to try and break into (legally) the entertainment biz any way I could.  While I’ve had some small successes along the way, I’ve recently found myself in an interesting situation.

You see, last week I was at a complete crossroads in my life and, for the first time ever, I had to sit and choose between money and happiness.  Seems easier to do until the opportunity presents itself to you.  Long story short, I had to decide between my insanely well paying job at a major network in New York City, but is focused on the business side of things…..or leaving all of it behind to become a producer on a new television (late-night talk show that will begin airing in a few months) with my focus on producing the celebrity and musician interviews and possibly even doing a little writing here and there.  Downside, money.  Downside, peace out to my 30th floor apartment.  Upside, peace out to corporate America.  Upside, following my dream.

I’ve decided to follow my dream.  My last day of my corporate job is this Friday. 

I couldn’t be more excited.  I felt like I’ve been dreaming for the past few weeks.  I started this blog as a creative outlet for me and hoped it would one day catch on, be seen by the right people, and they would just “get it” and “get me.”  The fact that all of this has paid off could not be more insane for me.  I could go off on a tangent about “putting your mind to something” and “anything is possible” and “if I can beat the odds, so can you” but I won’t.  Give me a few drinks and I will.

Once I am at liberty to talk specifics about the show, I will of course be promoting the absolute piss out of it right here on good old IBBB.  I have no reason to stop or shutdown this blog.  The fact is, I still love it.  I love recapping horrible shows.  I love you guys getting into debates in the comment section.  So, for now, the blog stays.  I look forward to you all following me on this insane journey and I really thank each and every one of you for reading and commenting every day.

So now I’m off my soapbox.  In the end, I’m still hoping this somehow gets me on The Hills, allows me to place Tyra Banks in a headlock, bring Harriet Carter to television, take that little bitch Bindi Irwin to Judge Judy for being a little bitch, getting my ass on Intervention, and the list goes on and on and on.

Ok, business as usual.

Nowhere but up!

-IBBB

Mar
05

I Would Like a Timeless Picture of Me Used…in the Unlikely Event….

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Dear Loyal and Bipolar Readers,

I’ve been thinking.  I’ve decided that in the unlikely event I were to ever go missing, or a boat I’m on flips over, or I get kidnapped by Kelly Cutrone, or I pull an Amelia Earhart, or I get locked in a trunk, or I get tossed off a cruise ship, etc I would please like someone to use the above picture that I drew of myself to send to the news outlets, online sources, and tacked onto telephone poles throughout your city.

This is all quite simple, you see.  This photo that I’ve created is timeless.  It’s simple.  Sure I have olive colored nose and hands, but that’s besides the point.  Anyone notice that picture of Chandra Levy that CNN keeps showing?  Yeah, it’s like attack of the 90’s.  I don’t want that done to me.  I don’t want to go missing and have my parents send CNN a picture of me from 6th grade with lasers shooting behind me in the background.  The photo I’ve created is much better and when I’m finally found, I won’t be embarrassed.  It’s a real win-win.  I don’t think there are any holes in this plan.  Plus, how much are “the kids” going to love it when that picture is on the back of every milk carton this side of the Mason-Dixon (no idea where that is). 

Thank you all, in advance, for your cooperation.

Luke-Warm Regards,
IBBB (both the real and cartoon version)

Feb
05

Welcome to the New IBBB. Take a Craptastic Look Around!

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Hi all (and y’all),

Welcome to the new and exciting IBBB!  Ok, it’s new, but it’s not exciting.  Either way, this is the new home of ImBringingBloggingBack.  It even smells a little new.  Kinda like that new car smell that people pretend they like, but actually makes them sick.  Well, this site will hopefully make you sick.

I like to say that this site is “more please to the eye.”  It’s an industry term.  Here you’ll find the same crap that you found before, but with a few bells and whistles.  For example, you can click on the “share this” button at the bottom of each blog post and submit my brilliant stories to places like: Digg, Facebook, Yahoo! Buzz, StumbleUpon, Myspace, etc.  Wouldn’t you feel wonderful about yourself if you were submitting your favorite stories across the Interwebs?  Help me sell out, skanks!

Oh, and I get to do that “word cross-out” thing that some of the other blogs do that is insanely annoying, but I always thought was kinda funny is really joyous.  See what I did there?

Ok folks, so update your links to my site, tell your friends, update your bookmarks, update your myspace, update your facebook, write your local congressman and have a look around.

Luke-Warm Regards,
IBBB

 

Feb
03

IBBB Named in Top 100 Blogs by GiveMeMyRemote!

Time for a little self congratulations (which is the safest sex possible, I believe). GiveMeMyRemote.com (an actual legit website, unlike mine) has named my little site as one of the Top 100 Blogs! Now, GMMR said the list was created in no particular order, but if we were forced to count, I’m #20. Yeah, that’s right. I counted.

GMMR is a great site that actually gets to interview people from The Office and a variety of other shows. You should definitely check it out because, well, they were nice enough to include me. Plus, the chick that owns the site is from Boston and, well, you know how that goes.

Thanks GMMR for the kudos. I would like to return the favor and award you with The Best Website on the Internet (see below).

#1 Best Website on the Internet: GiveMeMyRemote.

See? You’re welcome.

Check Out GMMR and The Top 100 Blogs
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Jan
05

Happy Belated New Year, etc and etc. Plus, etc.

Happy Belated New Year to all the IBBB readers and those of you who accidentally ended up here. Welcome and goodbye, all at the same time. I enjoyed some much needed time off from my “real” work and got to enjoy the majority of the month with my family and friends in Boston. Nothing grounds you and recharges you more than that. It was a great time home.

2008 was a great year for IBBB, I must admit. It was my first full year in NYC, I landed a Dentyne Ice Commercial, have been featured a couple of times of Sirius Satellite Radio, was lucky enough to interview Chelsea Handler, became a t-shirt model for JerseySucks.net and had endless other auditions…that I could never seem to close. Overall, it was a great year and 2009 looks to be even better!

At some point this craptastic site will be redesigned with a new look and feel. I mean, I believe it when I see it, but I’m hopeful. As you all know I’ve never been into this blog for the money, but just as a way make some people laugh even for just a few minutes a day (awwww). I thank you for your continued support of this site and all things IBBB. I look forward to more brain-rot on a daily basis.

Buckle up for 2009 kids. Nowhere but up.

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Jun
10

What’s Old is New!

I love that we live in a world where important people are given a second chance and by “important people” I actually mean “people of celebrity status.” What’s old is new. What was once a scandal is, again, a scandal. Bands are reuniting to make a buck. Old shows are back, but with a twist. A mother of Nicky and Alex is allowed to act again. Sports rivals are back fighting it out 20 years later. For me, all seems right with the world.

Bringing back 90210 really got me to thinking. We are at a point in our lives that people want to feel the comfort of their past. Clearly it was a simpler time. Oil prices weren’t that bad. Gas was about $1.00. We weren’t in a never ending war. The thought of terrorism seemed like something that happened overseas. China wasn’t poisoning our toys with lead. You get the point.

Seeing the Celtics and the Lakers in the NBA finals brings back memories of my dad buying his collectible Celtics drinking glasses with every tank of gas he bought at the Mobile station. We ended up with about 20 of them, which my mom hated but still let us use at every dinner because it made us happy. Watching NKOTB reuniting reminds me of a time when they took over my sister’s life and our only “real problems” were whose pool were we going to during summer vacation. Bill Clinton is, yet again, at the center of an alleged affair, but this time with Gina Gershon and I’d be ok with that because that seems like the worst of our problems. During his first affair me and my sister were figuring out which high-schools and colleges we were going to. That seperation was a bigger deal to me than a possible seperation of Bill and Hilary.

Aunt Becky, Donna Martin, and Kelli Taylor are all in the new 90210 and given a second chance at their acting life. All these people seemed so old to me when I was little and watching them on TV and now it seems as I’ve somehow caught up with them.

Salt n Pepa are back at it giving it the old college try. Meth somehow made Jodie Sweetin relevant again. Angela Bower has left the Bower Agency and is no longer forced to be in the Lifetime movie of the week. What’s old is new. What’s new is old. It’s like a perfect storm of pop culture history being brought back from the dead and placed back into mainstream America and I’m comfortable with that.

These people, bands, rivalries, scandals were all given another chance. Everyone deserves their second chance. For me, the message is to never give up because you never know when that door is going to reopen. Who knows, I could be still blogging another 20 years from now, but I will still be trying to knock down every door I come across. Hell, if Angela Bower can do it, so can I. If Jesse Spano can bounce back from Saved by the Bell and Showgirls, there’s hope for me. Thanks 90’s pop culture! You’re inspirational!

Feb
08

That Dentyne Ice, Rock of Love Commercial

I’m not sure if you can technically win an Emmy Award for commercials, although I think you can, but I’m pretty sure I’m winning for this commercial. As promised, IBBB would find multiple ways of selling out in 2007 and then carry it over to 2008. Well, 1-month in 08 I feel that I’ve already found my first sellout opportunity. My “Dentyne Ice/Rock of Love” commercial started airing yesterday. In case you’ve missed it I, of course, add the uploaded commercial. My goal is to now get into the Harriet Carter catalog (if you don’t know what that is, Google it). So all you agents and writers out there please feel free to offer me your services.
All I want to say about my performance is that if me and Audrina were having a “White Teeth-off” I think she would only win because she has a bit of a tan already. If I were tanned I would have definitely won.
All kidding aside I was, of course, psyched to have been chosen for the commercial and had a kick-arse time filming it, etc. Who knew when I started this tired little blog over a year ago I would have ended up moving to NYC and being in a national commercial. I think Oprah says something like, “God dreams bigger than you can dream for yourself.” Well, Oprah’s a bitch. I just wanted to take the time to say that. Enjoy!
Nov
30

The Soup: My 14 Year Old Girl Moment

So by now you know I’m out in LA for a few days hunting Olsen Sluts (who are apparently in NYC this week…son-of-a-b#@!), but last night I got to live out (sorta) my dream. If you’re a regular reader of this site you know that I’ve been watching The Soup (Talk Soup) on E! since the show started about 10 years ago. It’s my calling in life (next to making the Greenhouse Effect even worse). Anyway, a good friend of mine, Lauren, who I now moved to the #2 spot on my Myspace (I know!) got me and her into a taping of The Soup last night!
For me, this was like a “Make a Wish Foundation” wish for me, but without the crappy disease that you typically must have in order to get that wish granted. The taping was a blast (and a real hoot) and I then got to meet Joel McHale after the show and talk to him for a minute or two. Of course the topic was Tyra Banks (I did not bring it up). I barely remember what I said, as inside I was like a 14 year old girl meeting The Beatles. The show was great and Joel (we’re on a first name basis) was a riot. Even in between takes he would tell hilarious stories and we would all laugh like school-girls.
Thanks, LTrain, for making my tiny little dream come true. LA is magical (insert sarcasm here, followed by an awkward laugh).
Oct
24

Operation Sellout I’m a Background Person


I’d like to provide an update on “Operation Sellout.” It’s going very well. I have achieved a major goal of mine: Being a Background Person. Check that right off the list. About a month ago I was walking around Bryant Park in NYC during Fashion Week and was hot on Carrie Underwood’s trail. The paparazzi started to swarm and I knew that this was my chance to become “a background person.” Well there I am! A background person. These photos were actually posted over at ImNotObsessed just the other day. The girl I was with that day was reading another site (sacrilegious) and she spotted me! Brilliant!

I’m hoping that US Weekly starts a new segment called, “Background People, They’re Just Like Us!” I’ll start. I’m a background person, I’m just like you! I stalk celebrities with my camera phone in one hand and my coffee in the other. I’m just like you, I clearly dress like a lumberjack. I’m just like you, I’m an idiot. See? That was easy. See you in the pages of Us Weekly!

Special Note to the following people: The Olsen Sluts, Dina Lohan, Tyra Banks, Jennifer Aniston. If you see that face (in the photo above) coming towards you while walking the streets of NYC, do me a favor, just let me put you in a headlock and let’s call it a day. Don’t make me have to chase you. Thanks, in advance, for your cooperation.

Oct
01

IBBB Goes to "El Hospital"

So after receiving a bunch of emails about what happened to me last week, I thought I would share with you my experience in “el hospital.” So here’s what happened as I went to the emergency room last week:

Having a stomach virus is not as fun as you read about. As I walk into the emergency room I am puzzled by the abundance of police officers that are there…working. There are 5 patients in the waiting room and about 7 police officers. I ponder leaving, but the constant urge to crap myself takes over and I take a seat and wait. The waiting room is more of a “holding cell.” Everything is metal. Metal benches everywhere and not a magazine in site. I’m as good as dead. Ah, well I led a fun life. I’m ready to die at Crazy Memorial Hospital. I do wonder how long it will take them to finally see the guy sitting next to me with nails sticking out of his hand. No joke. Nails. They let him go first as I suppose the nails and blood were more important then my stomach and dehydration. I did try to figure out if they lady who was there whose head was burning because she dyed it too blond would be ahead of me. Again, no joke. She dyed her hair so blond that she burnt her scalp. Yup, she got to go first. Annnnnnnd enter the transvestite. Actually I’m not sure if it was a transvestite or transsexual. Which still has the penis? I never know the difference. He/she sat down and then sneezed. Then, he/she put on an eye patch that had sparkles on it. Again, not joking.

Everyone looked so sad in the emergency room waiting room. Like, really sad. Abnormally sad. I looked up at the wall and there was a life size Jesus on the cross and even He didn’t look as sad as the people in the waiting room…and he, too, had nails in his hand and was hanging on a cross. So they finally are ready to see me. I “enter the actual emergency room.” Holy Christ. The place was packed with people in stretchers. Surely this is not where I would be. Yeah, no, it was. I was instructed to change into “scrubs” to which I replied, yeah no I’m not really that sick, I just kinda can’t stop going to the bathroom. The nurse told me I had to and then forced me to get onto one of the stretchers and lay down. She then covered me in a blanket. I repeated that I wasn’t that sick. Didn’t matter. I was looking around the room and I can only compare it to what, in my mind, I picture an outdoor hospital in the 1800’s during a war. Like, when someone would get stabbed with a musket on the war field and they would just drag them off the war field and toss them in a cot. Yeah, that’s what it was like. P.S do you get stabbed with a musket or shot with a musket? Damn my wondering mind during 7th grade Social Studies!

The people continued to spark my interest. The guy at the end of my bed had his own special nurse who watched him as he slept. That was nice, I thought. Yeah, no, he was not allowed to be left unattended at any time because he was a “flight risk.” Great. When this guy wakes up I envision him just stabbing me over and over again. However, the guy in the bed next to him was pretty nice. He sat up and started talking to me. That was nice. I felt good that I was making a new friend. We chatted for a few minutes until we were rudely interrupted by the nurse, doctor, and two police officers that went up to his bed and were yelling that this patient had lied to them. Hmmm. What had my new friend done? Well apparently he lied about some medication that he was on and how he was a patient who escaped from some mental institution. When he asked them to just discharge him they said they couldn’t because earlier in the day he stated he was going to commit suicide when he left. Awesome. He was now “officially” on suicide watch. They forced him to take some medication to calm him down. My “new friend” (who I nicknamed “crazy” in my mind) fell asleep within about 10 minutes. Here’s where things get even more strange. They come back to wake him up an hour later to feed him fried chicken. I shit you not. Fried chicken. I was like, what!?!

Ahhhh the emergency room. What a great place to spend 5 hours hooked up to an IV and just watch the show that unfolded in front of me. From nails, to dyed blond hair, to flight risks, to suicide patients who are awaken to eat fried chicken it really was an action packed day. Luckily I am finally feeling better and would rather die alone in my apartment then go back to the ER again. End scene.

IBBB Goes to “El Hospital”

Sep
21

…In Other News…

Operation “Sell Out in Year 2″ has continued to be a success, so I figured who better to make the links section today than IBBB. Check me out on E! News from last week and let the sell out games continue. Have a good weekend! Drive fast, take chances. In other news…

~ Sex in the City Won’t Die ~ CelebritySmack
~ Paris To Hang With Drunken Skanks? ~ AgentBedHead
~ Kim Kardashian’s Ass to Do Playboy ~ DListed
~ Britney Takes Shit-Brick Shopping ~ EvilBeet
~ Alicia Silvertstone Shows Her Vagina For a Good Cause ~ FatBack
~ Breaking News: Hayden Walks a Dog ~ NinjaDude
~ Britney Song MashUp ~ PopBytes
~ Amy Winehouse Won a MOBO ~ POTP
~ Nancy O’Dell Whore Out Her Baby ~ DirtyDisher
~ Jolie’s Kids Dressed For Winter ~ Allie
~ Kristin Davis With Child? ~ Yeeeah