Skier Caught With Pants Down = Funny Story and Pitty Shrinkage

The tricks skiers can do on the snow these days are amazing, but one who ended up upside down and pantless on a ski-lift had no intention of ending up that way.

The skier and a child tried to get on a high-speed lift at Vail's Blue Sky Basin in Colorado. But since the chairlift's seat wasn't in the right position, the man partially fell through the seat, and was left dangling upside down. Somehow his pants fell down. The lift was stopped, and the man was not hurt.

Vail Resorts says the guy was "suspended for approximately seven minutes," according to The Smoking Gun.

The guy's pride might be damaged a bit. Fellow skiers snapped shots of his bare butt.

You Say Tomato, I Say Tomei-Whoa!

Christmas came early for me this year--36 hours early, to be exact, when I entered the Landmark Sunshine Cinema to see The Wrestler and left two hours later shedding tears of joy. Yes, it’s a terrific film--heartbreaking, funny and well written, featuring incredibly striking symmetry between an aging exotic dancer and an over-the-hill wrestler, to say nothing of the art-vis-a-vis-life symmetry one could point out between the characters Ms. Tomei and co-star Mickey Rourke portray and the actors themselves. Most importantly, however, the 45 minutes or so that Marisa Tomei spent almost completely in the buff might be the best screenwriting ever put to paper.

Simple math shows why Marisa Tomei’s big splash in 1991 (My Cousin Vinny) remains a turning point in the lives of most men who today are in their early 30s, myself included. As a 13-year-old, I could not possibly be prepared for the sight of Mona Lisa Vito, she of the thick Brooklyn accent, stepping out of Vinny Gambini’s convertible in that unforgettable, trashy tights/high heels combo years before Dennis Rodman would perfect the look. From the moment she snapped her gum and bitched about the lack of Chinese food in Alabama, I, like so many other teenage idealists out there, longed for a whiny, trashy woman to call my own.

As an aside, let this be a lesson for all you whipper-snappers out there: be careful what you wish for. For as I have learned, not all whiny, trashy women have the charm of Ms. Vito. If you think you can just take a trip to Flatbush with a $50 bill and a bag of Popeye’s and meet the woman of your dreams, think again. It takes several trips. Trial and error is a dangerous game when your emotions are the proverbial chips. But thanks to years of counseling and drinking, I’ve learned from my errors and am not afraid to say so. Have I made mistakes? Of course. Do I have any regrets? A few, sure. But deep down, would I change any of it? Yes. Almost all of it, actually.

Until recently, that is (hi sweetie).

You might wonder just exactly who the “sweetie” is that I’m referring to. That would be 44-year-old Marisa Tomei, coming off the performance of a lifetime in...The Wrestler. As one can imagine, seeing my biggest childhood crush this side of Joan Rivers in a g-string was something I never thought would happen. But better late than never, I’m happy to say. Better then than now, you might ask? Strangely, no, and most likely better now than later, or never, and better everything than nothing at all. Because that’s what you get in The Wrestler: everything. Now. And later on DVD.

I understand Miz Tomei laid her angelic figure bare in a critically acclaimed movie with Philip Seymour Hoffman last year, but none of my friends had the courtesy to notify me at the time. I can’t say I blame them; had I known, I would have hoarded all copies of the movie and kept them for myself, out of fear that too much viewing would deteriorate the content, much like an acetate disc in the olden days of phonographs and Indians.

“Whoa, Travis!” you’re saying. “No offense to the over-40 crowd, but at 44, wouldn’t Marisa’s cadaver be riddled with cobwebs and asbestos?” Well, here’s something else I didn’t know: nipple rings and back tattoos have anti-aging benefits. So we’re getting Marisa Tomei, gyrating with great prejudice, clad in nipple rings and some huge tattoo of something on her back. I think it might be a dragon, but every time it’s shown in the movie my eyes tend to—ahem—wander…

…(to Mickey Rourke’s vulnerable eyes)...

Christmas is over, but treat yourself in the New Year and see The Wrestler. It’s everything I was hoping for when I was 13, but had it happened then, I probably would have exhausted the world’s Kleenex supply.

Flight Of The Concords Returns: If that's what you're into?

The HBO show that I have come to love, Flight of The Concords returns with new episodes on January 18th. If you have not watched this show in the past I highly recommend that you start.

Also, the show is having a lip syncing contest to see who does the best music video. You have to do the song "Hiphopopotamus vs Rhymenceros", which is definitely a classic. Is anyone willing to try to do this with me? I think it would be awesome. One a side note, below is my favorite Flight of Concords song, click here to see "Hiphopopotamus vs Rhymenceros" from here to see which one we would be trying to recreate.



Here is the link to the contest - http://flightlipdub.com/

Bring On The Giants!!

Here is to hoping that this Sunday will bring about the same result as week 14!

Mike Styp's Heroic Effort From Saturday, January 3rd

Saturday, January 3rd started out as most other nights do. A shower around 830, a couple of pre game drinks and darts at the apartment, followed by a short trip into the city. After making our way to the bar (Brass Monkey), drinks started flowing at usual pace. A couple beers, a few shots, and a number of laughs.

The reason we were in the city was to meet up with Mike's brother for the celebration of his girlfriend's 30th birthday. They were at a bar called Celio, which we quickly learned does not allow four single guys to enter without the purchase of a private table and an extremely overpriced bottle of Vodka.

This lead to the eventual trip back to Hoboken to create our own fun. Being a brisk night we made our way to Trinity. After a couple slow drinks, Dan decided it was time t get wasted and the Jaeger bombs followed.

Now you may be wondering when this night is going to take a change for the hilarious and my friends, it is coming. Like most people we were craving some sort of delicious treat to help end our night in fashion. Seven Star Pizza, there is no other!

Seven Star is a local favorite for the drunk and hungry Hoboken bar goers. The slices are large and the crowd is usually something to behold. We each ordered a slice (3 pepperoni and a plain, yes Ben that is right, Seven Star had plain pizza at 3 AM) and took our seat. After finishing the our first slice the need for another arose. Saving our seats, I stayed behind. Now, I did not do such a good job seeing how a girl came and sat right next to me. Usually I would have found this to be a good thing but she was obviously with some dude in line.

In this time, my friends returned, but lets take a look at Mike Styp. Mike and I started a conversation with this young lady trying to feel out any chances. She said that she had just met this guy tonight and they had shared some laughs and were now sharing some pizza and a drink. The drink they chose was orange Powerade.

The dude in line places his slices and drink on the table and leaves to pay for it. We are not moving for the guy as the girl is requesting which is funny in it self. But now Mike, just after the guy put the drink on the table for his "girl" reaches and opens the drink right in front of her.

The rest of us sitting at the table are dumbfounded. Did he really just open her drink in front of her? Not only does she not see it but she just keeps talking and asking us to leave. The guy made his way back to the table, takes a bite of his glorious pizza and reaches for his Powerade.

"Man I love orange Powerade, its so good," says unobservant drunk dude.

"Yeah man, it's really good," says Mike Styp, still wiping the orange stain from his own lips.

I thought it was priceless.

Hahaha - Funny Baby

I love this kid. I wish my life was this simple.

Winter Break/New Years Resolution

So, to anyone who become a daily reader just before the holidays I would like to say I am sorry for my recent absence. I have been completely slacking with my blogging and video posting for past two weeks.

Over the past two weeks I have been home to PA and back/ back to work/ back on vacation/ and drank my face off.

I would like to say a belated happy new years to everyone and I hope that you all enjoyed the turn of the new year. As everyone knows the main thing to do during this time of year is to make new years resolution. I am currently trying to juggle three different resolutions and I will make sure that 2009 is the year that i follow through on all of them. (This is of course what I and what I would like to believe 75% of the population says)

Even with that being said I do really want to make sure that 2009 is the year i follow through on the promises I make to myself. For 2009 I have three usual goals that I am reaching for:

1. Lose 25 pounds during my 25th year on this earth.
2. Save enough money to be able to move to Hawaii or at least buy a dog, should be heart desire so.
3. Expand my career and personal growth.

I know the last one might seem a little open ended, but thats how i want it. I am not someone who performs well under extreme pressure. I guess my major goal is to have a better overall way of life during 2009. Let's hope that when I start taking this seriously (Monday the 5th, I need to have one last irresponsible weekend, right?) I actually make it all worth it.

I guess I am looking for some inspiration. Anyone have any/want to share their own resolutions? Maybe we can help each other through the year.