It’s just you…

October 5, 2012

against your tattered libido,
the bank and 
the mortician, forever man…
and it wouldn’t 
be luck if you could get out of life alive

Red or white? 
This quiet period thing is crazy.  How can I possibly keep quiet after that presidential debate?
I guess I have to say, I don’t like either one of these guys – but Obama really needs a few lessons in economics. I mean… Harvard has an economics department, he must know someone over there.  Make a few phone calls, Barry.  Go to a fraternity party.

Do some butt chugging!  What in the world is that?

Don’t worry. If this hasn’t caught on at Harvard, I can introduce you to some Pi Kappa Alpha Fraternity members at University of Tennessee. Uh… I hope you like wine. Do you suppose it really matters if it’s a merlot, a cabernet or maybe a nice un-oaked chardonnay?

http://gawker.com/butt-chugging/

Be sure to watch the press conference video at the bottom. What a riot!  Do you think they had a bet going on?  How many times can we our attorney to say, “butt chugging”…?

Shhhhhh…!!!
OK, back to my quiet period… That only pertains to the elections, right?
It doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t still try to fix America – even during our quiet time. Right?

I’m getting back to basics. The American political system is one giant clunker but it’s worth restoring. I just keep asking myself, how do we do it?  How do we fix this monster? And I think the answer is to take it one step at a time. If that’s the case, I think first of all – we need to get the money out of politics. I believe this is the central component that has grid-locked our political system and fueled the focus on partisanship instead of focusing on America.  Not to mention the fact that instead of getting anything done, our politicians have to spend 85% of their time fundraising.  Is it any wonder why nothing gets done in Washington?

Next, we’ll work on really getting religion out of politics.
Third, we’ll ensure equal rights and equal treatment for all.

Somewhere in there, we have to get out finances straight. I believe America has borrowed beyond its ability to ever repay its debts.  At this point, our creditors are probably OK with that. If we can’t even make principal payments, our creditors will be collecting interest forever. This was probably good investment on their part – but bad for America.  We have to figure this out.  We have to work on our trade deficit.  And we have to not only balance our budget, which only stops the monetary bleed, but we have to figure out how to pay-down and pay-off our multi-trillion dollar debt.

We will get it done!

And here’s a great start…  I hate the name of this organization, by the way, because it sounds like just another PAC.  But it’s not… trust me.  This is the real deal  Check it out…

http://act.unitedrepublic.org/event/founder/create/?akid=200.101266.2oQryF

Part of what I love about this is that, getting money out of politics is something that everyone should agree on.  It’s not good and no one, other than wealthy special interest groups, could possibly think that it’s a good idea. So this could also be our first step to unity, getting the majority of our country together on common ground and maybe, eventually, overthrow those two political monsters that do nothing other than divide us.

I love this: Conservatives. Progressives. Independents. Together!

Let’s get this done.
No ands, ifs, or buts …or butts!  No chugging butts!  Not even small butts.

And speaking of small butts…
Have you been watching Sons of Anarchy?  If so, you’re probably wondering who that high priced call girl was.  You know, the one Gemma beat the crap out of last week and she was back this week, riding around on the back of Jax’s bike.  She looked familiar, huh?

That’s because it was Ashley Tisdale gone “breaking Disney”.

I know.  It seems like just the other day we were waiting for her to turn 18.
Next thing you know, she’s 27 and hanging out with the boys from SAMCRO.

This is Barnsley’s favorite photo…

Wow. I like boots.

But 27… Soon she’ll hit the big three-oh and then she’ll just be too old for us, Barns.
What will we do?  Fear not, my friend.  Let Ashley go…  Let her walk towards the light.
I have us all hooked up with Julia, a 22 year old from the Ukraine.

Julia & Archie

By the way, it’s pronounced Yulia.

OK, let’s move on to bigger butts.

You’ve got the biggest butt I’ve ever seen…
So, I went on a Carnival Cruise last weekend. As a general rule, Carnival seems to have somewhat of a reputation for being a little lower budget and a little lower class than some other cruise lines. I will neither confirm of deny such a rumor, but I will say this…

Many years ago, I was listening to live entertainment, as I often do, at a little watering hole in Lake Worth, Florida.  The lead singer introduced a song by telling us that it was a love song which had been written by his black roommate for his black roommate’s girlfriend. After these many years, I can still recall that it went something like…

Ooooh, baby…
You’ve got the biggest butt I’ve ever seen.
It’s so big, and round, and brown.

I never really understood this song until last weekend on my Carnival cruise.  But then, I’d never seen butts the size of the ones that were on this ship. Good Lord! They were blocking my view of the hot chicks, casting shadows… and, as if predicted by the prophets, many of them were big, and round, and brown.  Biggest ones I’ve ever seen.  Not that there’s anything wrong with that – a person’s butt size preference is their own personal business.

Right Next Door to Hell…
Since we’ve been talking about asses, I could make a joke here – but I won’t do it.

I love this guy. He’s really my brother from another mother and one of America’s great singer songwriters.  Well, after 20 years of refusing interviews, on October 24th, Axl Rose will be making an appearance on Jimmy Kimmel.

I think that deserves making him Redhead of the Week…

Axl Rose

So, set your Tivo!

I know.  I’ve already called my friends at NBC. It doesn’t look like they’re getting me tickets.

Axl and his band, by the way, are taking up residency at the Hard Rock Hotel in Las Vegas, where they will be doing multiple shows from the end of October through early December, as I recall.  That may be worth going to see.  Anyone up for a Vegas trip?

And now, My Letter to Axl…
First, I love you brotha!  Thanks for the music I still listen to everyday.  Next, I understand that you own the name Guns & Roses but you should really consider retiring that name.  To most people, when they hear someone say Guns & Roses, they are thinking of the original line-up, not the current band.  I would absolutely go see Axl Rose in Concert, but I’m not sure that I would go see Guns & Roses today because – it’s just not Guns & Roses. That’s all I’m sayin’.

I also have some thoughts surrounding your appearance on Jimmy Kimmel.
But I won’t insult your intelligence – that’s what your publicist is for.

And just for you Axl, I picked out this real redhead of the week

Redhead of the Week

Oh, no…  I have no idea what that is that she’s wearing.
I just thought Axl would appreciate it.

That’s all for today. You be well.

Nice to meet you, Yubee.

– Arch

So, I did a little time traveling last week.

Went back to July 21st, 1944 to see the U.S. recapturing Guam from the Japanese.  I wanted to get as few photos in time for Liberation Day.  On my way back I overshot 2011 and ended up somewhere in the future.

A time to be born, a time to die,
a time to plant, a time to reap,
a time to kill, a time to heal,
a time to laugh, a time to weep…

To everything…there is a season
and a time for every purpose, under Heaven.

You know what’s funny?  In the future, almost all airlines have gone out of business and the whole thing has been taken over by a joint venture between FedEx and UPS.  It’s called Fed Up Airlines and their motto is…

 “We’ve been delivering packages for years. How hard can this be?”

Now typically, time travel is illegal. That’s why most people don’t know that we can do it. Well, it’s not illegal now. It’s illegal in the future…but they made the law retroactive to now. Never mind. It’s complicated. What’s cool is that it’s only illegal for people to time travel.  It’s OK to send inanimate objects back as far as 24 hours. So, in the future, in the package delivery business, you can send stuff Next Day, Same Day or (for an extra fee) Yesterday.

Here’s the funny thing about Fed Up Airlines… They still have SkyMall. And if you see something you really like and maybe needed for the trip that you’re on, you can order it and get it back before you left.  Stuff just shows up at your house, and it has a note from you, in the future, “Take this with you”. 

Think of the problems this creates for credit card fraud.  You get stuff today, you’re credit card isn’t getting hit until you’ve ordered it tomorrow.  Of course, you can’t return it today because, technically, you haven’t bought it yet, but people try all the time.

So there I am time traveling back from Guam, reading SkyMall, and I see this ad.

Maybe it's time to outsource... your dating life.

This is brilliant. Of course, this was a silly ad for some dating services and they really just want you to outsource the procurement of dates. But I know a thing or two about outsourcing, and while their service might be a spin on just another dating service, what they said was brilliant.  We’ll talk about dating services later. Right now, let’s focus on outsource your dating life!

Let’s think about this.  When you outsource, you get others to perform the functions that you might typically need to perform “in house”.  The benefits of outsourcing include:  cost savings, access to expert talent, capacity and scalability, geographical diversity, reduced time to market, shift of responsibilities, shift of risk, shift of liability. Are you with me so far?

Now you could be married or single, gay or straight, a skinny bee-ach, or a single seatbelt challenged individual and you could still have a great dating life by outsourcing the whole thing  to someone else, maybe to someone in India.

I’ve embraced this (and you should too). Now when I meet a lady, I give her my card. Naturally, she calls me within a few hours. The number is answered, “hello…this is Archie”, by a guy named Amalendu in Maharashtra, a suburb just West of Mumbai. He then coordinates with the rest of my dating staff, located all over the planet. But I never even have to meet anyone. It’s all outsourced. I have an entire team dedicated to recruiting.  All information related to who I am dating, what we did on our dates, and any intimate details are documented and uploaded to a web-based portal, where I can log in and monitor my progress… and I never need to leave my living room.

Just last night I went on date with a girl with hairy armpits named Chantal in Rouen, a rich old lady named Bernice in Santa Marguerita, and a guy named Kevin from Santa Monica who was visiting Jakarta on business. Kevin was just a one night stand, so I’m deleting him from the portal.

Celebrity dating is no problem.  (Young hunk) Archie from Malibu will be taking out Ashley Tisdale next week, while another (less fortunate) Archie is checking into Amy Winehouse for me… but she has some kind of a Tony Bennett thing going on.

By the way, am I the only person who liked Ashley’s original nose better?

So, at the risk of giving away my giant money making idea…

Have you seen this dating service called, It’s Just Lunch…?  Who signs up for this stuff.  First of all, I get that lunch is supposed to be less intimidating but it’s also the most inconvenient time of day, with the maximum possibility for interruptions, and…maybe that’s what you want.

I think it’s a way stupid idea. I don’t want to have lunch with anyone.  And when was the last time that you met someone of the opposite sex and thought, “hey… I’d really like to have lunch with that person”.  Let’s face it, lunch is completely the wrong approach.  I, of course, have a brilliant idea.  My dating service will be called, Give it a Shot!  This ain’t lunch baby…  Give it a Shot!, the dating service for alcohol enthusiasts, recommends that you meet and immediately order shots…  Tequila?  Jagermeister?  Irish Car Bomb?  Oh yeah, baby…  Now we’re taking.  That date of yours is looking better already, isn’t she?

Brilliant. I know.
(Did that Space Shuttle go off yet?)

Well, I gotta run.
Am I late for a very importnat date?  Not really.
I don’t actually have my own dating service nor am I outsourcing anything.

So you can wipe off that grin
I know where you’ve been
It’s all been a pack of lies

At the end of the day, Archie is still holding out for a cute Irish redhead wearing jeans, a tank top, and Addict by Dior.  She’s got an unsweetened iced green tea from Starbuck’s in one hand and an iPod in the other, listening to Memory Motel by The Stones.  She’s probably never been to an auto parts store but when she takes the Benz for a ride, news reporters on the side of the road point to her as an example of a bad driver.  I have very specific tastes.

At Citi Bank we will meet accidently
We’ll start to talk when she borrows my pen

Oh, yeah… And she needs to have just the right amount of skank.
I should write a song… Eminem style.  The big question is, who is the black guy?

Now I really gotta run…

Lova yas

– Arch