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Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts

Thursday, August 23, 2012

The Possessed car alarm Key fob By Dave-Lee Zaelon

ZAELON

Picture this, it’s 4am, the alarm clock rings, you pick it up and throw it across the room, as you do every morning and it lands on the floor still ringing, it’s time to go to work, you walk across the room, pick the clock up, turn it off and set it down on the bedside table, you walk to the window draw the curtains and look out, to find it’s raining cats and dogs.

You know this because of the meowing and the barking as they go past, to land on the ground with a howl.

Oh you have to be joking!
With this you think, it’s going to be a strange day, you go into the bathroom, lather your face pick up your razor and have a shave, then you wash your face and get soap in your eyes, you immediately bend down to pick up the towel off the rail and bang your head on the bathroom cabinet above, with a howl and cursing the cabinet you wipe the soap out of your eyes and off your face, while turning and stubbing your toe on the toilet bowl, you hop around the bathroom like a kangaroo, swearing and shouting, you hobble back into the bedroom, cursing and get dressed.

You go downstairs to the kitchen to make breakfast, you decide to have toast with coffee, while making the coffee the toast begins to burn, you grab the toast out of the toaster, burning your fingers as you throw it into the bin.

It’s now 4:45am, you grab your car key fob and keys, wincing with the pain of burnt fingers, go out to your car and press the Key fob to unlock the car, the doors unlock and immediately the car alarm goes off, you press the fob again to silence the alarm, it stops, then starts again, you press it again and it stops, you get in, put the key in the ignition, turn the key, the engine fails to start and the alarm goes off, again, pressing the key fob stops the alarm and proceeds to lock all the doors while you’re in the car and can’t get out, you panic and press the fob again to unlock the doors, the doors unlock and yes, the alarm goes off, it’s now 5:00am and lights are being switched on in the houses along the road, you try frantically to turn it off, at last it stops, you turn the key again and the engine starts, you breathe a sigh of relief and start to move off into the middle of the road and yes, the alarm goes off again and the engine stops. You grab the fob and start pressing it, all the doors lock; it’s now 5:15am.

But now you’re stuck in the middle of the road not being able to move and half the road is up and out wondering what the racket is, one of your neighbors comes over to your car, he’s built like a gorilla, you gingerly wind your window down he snarls “FIX IT” you explain what is wrong and he snatches the key fob from you and presses it, the doors unlock and the alarm stops, you get out and stand there in bewilderment and thank your neighbor, with a growl he turns and walks away.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

The life span of a golf ball - What Would It Feel Like If

ZAELON
By: ZAELON

There are times when Shade is doing a lot behind the scene, she's in the process of healing from heatstroke and dealing with some financial issues that a "key logger" caused to her Pay-Pal and CHASE accounts, so she asked me to write some humorous stuff..... I like writing these interesting antidotes about inanimate objects and other  "what would it fell like if...?"  What can I say, this is the best Label to be with, and I will do what I can do to help our Founder. Sooooo, As promised, the golf ball story, enjoy.


Help



I'm round, I sit nice and quiet in a box, then I get picked up and put on top of something, then I get struck with something which sends me through the air at terrific speed, I land and then roll along for a while, then I get hit again and land in a hole. What am I?


I'll save you

I'm a bloody golf ball, who sits in a box nice and quiet, doing no harm to anyone, then some neanderthal comes along, puts me on what is called a tee and beats my brains in with a club, I then travel 2,3,400 yards at high speed with my skull crushed, landing with a jolt and rolling a few yards getting dizzy and sick, then I get a headache when I'm hit again with another club, just to land in a hole full of water, where I drown.

Grrrr Must Win!

Tell me what harm did I ever do to you ham-fisted golfers.

I sit nice and quiet in a nice warm box, doing no harm to anyone and you lot come along and beat the living shit out of me, then drown me to death.
All in the name of golf........why?
PS: I've put it through spell check, just in case Cait reads it lol






Saturday, June 23, 2012

LOOK OUT HUMOR IS RUNNING RAMPANT WITH OLD FOLKS

Devotions Recording Admins and I are not just all work and no play, and least not me... I do a lot of PR, Film, and Music work, and my close Friend Patti keeps me in humor when all else fails to get me to take breaks. Breaks that require being away from what I am doing now. Blogging, which is one more tool to help my Artists grow and my Readers understand more about the hearts of Artists. Mmmmmm I might be getting to old for this...  anywayyyyyy I digressed.

Patti and I are close in age so this of course made both of us roll on the floor. YEP I for sure LMAO and almost peed myself! It got me to thinking though, how much we take ourselves too seriously in our work. It becomes too technical and then winds up becoming lack luster to say the least. So for the Tip Of The Day I suggest, do the last thing on the chore list and get offline. I mean really folks stay on line all day [and night] something might be a bit wrong with that.... Six hour Events, chatting with their friends, or building stuff [like WebSites, Blogs, Reviews, or Sales Tickets]. The Internet is a great tool folks, but really let's not overdue it, or we just might forget who WE really are. Get a good nights rest older Ladies... all is well with your Grand-kids. Blessings and have a Great weekend!







Thursday, June 21, 2012

The Dynamic Duo Michael Hartman and the Appendages and Mark Hoevet


Truly a man with a sense of humor, yes when you visit his ReverbnationProfile ya get this Bio; “congratulations!! You’re the 100,000th person to visit this site!! You’ve won a zircon encrusted spatula!!!! simply click here, answer a few hundred simple questions, give me all of your personal information i.e. bank account number, social security number, all credit card information including routing numbers, and mother's maiden name. As soon as I receive that information, the spatula will be headed straight to your door!!” 

Mike was my very first Friend at Reverbnation and he is a hoot! His Music isn’t bad either, his band is actually himself hence... Michael Hartman AND the Appendages as he plays all of the instruments himself… and he sings too! His newest Album is also available at his Reverbnation Store.


Mike also collaborates with an extremely talented young gentleman Mark Hoevet who came on board with Devotions Recording in our first year. Now Mark’s Bio makes a bit more sense here. Mark is a Musician\songwriter from Central Nebraska. Many of Mark’s influences, leans towards the electronic Pop\rock genre without losing the versatility of different sounding material. A variety of his songs have a different influence and sound... After many years of traveling and playing in many different style bands, he’s content with writing and recording at his home studio.

Mark has a broad range of music interests and heroes. He likes anything done well, and appreciates many different artists and bands and their talent. Mark is not zeroed in on listening or writing one type of music and is very versatile. Everything you hear is done by Mark on his Korg Triton 76 and Yamaha MO8 keyboards and recorded in his 32trk basement studio, a pretty basic set up that in my opinion yields amazing work. I was so amped when I got to do a Video for these guys! So here it is…






Mike Heartman
and 
Mark Hoevet