Awkward Adventures in Internet Dating: Plenty of Mitch

According to a recent study, internet dating is the second-most common way for couples to meet (I think, blacked out nights at the local watering hole is number one, but I may need to cross reference that).  An amazing 22 PERCENT of the couples surveyed met through dating websites.  In contrast, Prior to 1978, only .02 percent of couples met online (which personally I find kinda high, considering the fact that the internet sort of, kind of, didn’t exist back then).   Point is, the dating landscape has changed and you might need to get over your fear of internet stalkers, awkward conversations and the potential of a chubbo, to find the one you’ve been waiting for.

After my $5,000 victory (THANK YOU, BY THE WAY) on a one minute short, I’ve decided to become more aggressive in getting involved in film/writing projects.  One of these projects is PLENTY OF MITCH, a webispode series that follows the  internet dating adventures of Mitch, a down on his luck illustrator, and his friends, Jamie and Marco (pictured)…

It hasn’t been released yet (it will be released in the coming weeks), but it is absolutely hilarious, has a great cast and high production value.  If you’ve been on a date with someone you met online and it was TERRIBLE you will definitely relate to the misadventures the guys will go through.  Even if you haven’t, you can live vicariously through them and laugh along the way.

Here’s a link to the facebook page for you to get updates on when it will be released, behind the scenes info and more!  Don’t forget to also like the HAHABUDA facebook page, while you are at it.  Thanks!

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The Mullet Mating Call: Mullet-ed Man knows how to Whistle in Old Talk Show

Some of you may know that I am an aspiring screenwriter…  and through this I’ve gotten interesting insights into my psyche.  I’ve noticed that my “villains” fall into three categories:

  1. Fat women with large breasts.
  2. People with mullets and unusual facial hair/hobbies.
  3. Fat people with mullets.

My last script had THREE obese antagonists with large breasts.  My current one has two guys with mullets and I’m on only on page seven.  Granted, this is before the editing process, but still… I think there’s something wrong with me.

Well, a dashing young facebook fan shared this on the HAHABUDA facebook page…  And I must admit this may have changed my views of mullets forever.

I never thought a man with a mullet could bring a tear to my eye out of wondrous amazement…  The beauty in the quivering of that mustache is all too much.  So world, I ask you for two things, bring back the mullet… bring back artistic whistling…Sigh…The Mullet Mating Call…

I really need to watch more daytime television…

SIDE NOTE #1:  LIKE HAHABUDA on FACEBOOK – There will be a giveaway pretty soon…  And I put some other content over there not found here.

SIDE NOTE #2:  Best line of that video – “There goes the balls again….”

Sergeant Scruffy

So usually, I post funny links and observations, but for this post, I’m doing something a bit different: an ode to a pet who left a special mark on my heart.

Last week, my pet of 14 years peacefully passed in his sleep, at the age of 16 (which, by the way, is 98 in human years).  His name was Sergeant Scruffy and he truly was a stupendous, cockamamie, sweet dog.

Sergeant Scruffy

I remember the day that my brother and mom brought you home – Your little head popped up through the window of the front gate.  They were laughing.  It was an impulsive decision on their part, but I was so happy to have a new pet to love.  I was 13.  You were 2.

I remembered when we tried to change your name to Sparky.  Sparky didn’t work… Scruffy did fit you better.  Plus you’re a Sergeant, who would want to take that title away?

I remember the way you went berserk (happily) every time we pet you.  My friend called you the Will Ferrell of the dog world.

I remember when you got hit by the car (that was about ten years ago!). The day when you snuck through the side gate unnoticed by us.  I remember the woman getting out of her car and crying profusely, and the fact that she came back later to make sure you were okay.  Your leg was a little beat up, but you lived you lucky, lucky dog.

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